I save the world by summoning players to science

The caravan returned in vain and entered Corunna dejectedly.

In that operation just now, I am afraid that the only useful information they got was that "dung water can irrigate the ground after a long time".

Just looking at the familiarity of the local townspeople of Corunna and their explanations, it is estimated that this news has already followed the footsteps of other caravans to other towns.Even if you want to use this news to sell favors to other people in the future after the deal fails, the final usefulness may be very limited.

They found a hotel and booked a room. After agreeing on the departure time for the next day, they disbanded and went to rest and have fun.

Caesar didn't go out to relax like other guards, he was worried that he would bump into some acquaintances he had no face to face in this Scientologist-infested Cologne.

He sat by the window, and after scanning all the scenery outside the window, he stopped at a certain courtyard full of people, with some doubts in his eyes——

What are these people trying to do here?

When he just entered the city gate, he discovered the changes in this town.

The frequency of four-wheeled wooden carts seems to be higher than that of horse-drawn carts. People on the side of the road are gathering together to play a fashionable game that he doesn't know even if he has traveled through many towns as a caravan... Collen Na and he looked changed a lot when they came here last time, and the town in front of him seemed both strange and familiar to him.

Of course, these subtle changes have been integrated into everyone's life, but outsiders like them can find something wrong at first glance. As long as they think about it for a while, they can figure out that most of them come from those Scientologists. The abnormality in the courtyard was the most eye-catching, and he couldn't help but wonder what happened to make this group of people stand there together.

"dong dong dong"

There was a sudden knock on the door, Caesar looked away, stood up and walked to the door to open it. The owner of the hotel was standing at the door with a scientific generator.

He was here to give Nishizawa a scientific electric lighting device for lighting at night.

Many of the hotel's customers are passing businessmen from other towns, and because of their beliefs that are contrary to science, these people's attitude towards the more usable scientific electric lighting device is not only a disgust, but also a taboo .

It just so happened that the inn broke down a few lamps before that. Seeing that the scientific lamps were still under construction, and thinking that these foreigners would rather use dim kerosene lamps even if the scientific lamps were in front of them, the hotel owner simply sent these people All arranged into these rooms prepared only for kerosene lamps.

It's just that he didn't expect that in this caravan that obviously came from other towns, after looking at the layout of the room, someone would take the initiative to ask him for scientific electric lights.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver you a scientific electric lighting device." The boss walked into the room with a heavy scientific generator and put the things in the corner, "There are a lot of things, and I will give you the rest Bring it up."

"Yeah." Caesar responded, thinking about the scientific batteries and scientific lights that hadn't been brought up, he didn't close the door, and went back to the window by himself, continuing to look at the courtyard full of people, wanting to see See what happens after that.

Perhaps it was because he was watching so intently that he didn't even know when the boss with the scientific electric lighting device walked in the door.It wasn't until the other party put the scientific electric lighting device on the table that the movement alarmed Caesar, which allowed him to react and turn his head to thank the other party.

"You're welcome." The hotel owner responded with a smile.

When he turned around, his eyes strayed across the window inadvertently, and then froze when he touched a courtyard with an unusually large number of people, and then a slightly embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

"Then what, guest, let me close the window for you. There should be some Scientologists coming over there to teach people how to fertilize. The smell may be a bit strong..." He looked at the clothes Caesar was wearing even if he was following the caravan He still wears clothes that are more elegant than his when traveling, and he is really worried that the other party will be smothered by the smell.

...After all, although he doesn't know the specific process of retting, he obviously knows what raw materials are used in retting.

After hearing the words, Caesar asked curiously: "Scientologists still teach people to retting? What is retting?"

"Do you know biogas slurry? It's a good thing that can make wheat grow better." The owner of the inn organized his words, and explained to the rich young man opposite him with some embarrassment. A way to turn poop... poop into swamp faster."

"I heard that it's a very troublesome job. I didn't expect that these Scientologists are not only good at inventing and creating, but also so particular about farming."

"Do you still have to deal with it? Can't you pour it directly?" Caesar once thought that there was not much difference between dung water and biogas slurry, and it was left for a long time to disperse the smell.

In his opinion, good bread will go bad if it is left for a long time, but excrement, which is not considered a good thing, is probably the same if it is left for a long time.

The innkeeper shook his head: "No, no, I heard from them that the excrement that has been left for a long time will ferment, and the biogas slurry that has been fermented can only be used. If you pour it directly, it may make the wheat grow badly."

"...That's right, that's really very particular." Caesar couldn't figure out the reason, but just like he still couldn't figure out the specific principle of the light of scientific electric lights, he simply put this question aside and started from A new look at retting from the perspective of a businessman.

There is indeed no need to export biogas slurry, but the method of composting is different.

If the excrement really needs to be stored for a few years before it can be used, then under the premise that the biogas slurry is in short supply, perhaps the biogas slurry outside the city can be used by these people for a period of time, but retting is obviously a necessity that everyone needs in the future choose.

Caesar hesitated for a moment, thinking about the firm tone when the deputy spoke to him, and finally walked out of the hotel, and like other townspeople who wanted to listen to the lecture, they found the Scientologist who was giving the lecture.

……

Whoever ate my homework really didn't expect that she just casually mentioned that she was going to teach people to lose weight, and so many people came to listen to the lecture on time.

The game is too real, and whoever ate my homework obviously didn't have the courage to face the excrement in the game.She only brought a wooden bucket filled with half a bucket of sand as a substitute prop, and came to explain to these NPCs how to fertilize.

But because the NPCs in the game are too smart, facing a group of serious "students" who seem to be much older than him in the game setting age, I occasionally heard a few NPCs talk about "sand is used for composting" Realizing that she might have misled the townspeople because of this, she felt a little embarrassed again when she came here carrying a hoe and lecture props.

According to the simple retting method she found on the Internet, whoever ate my homework gave a general demonstration and explanation to these Corunna townspeople.

After answering the townspeople's questions and watching them thank you and leave, her eyes finally fell on Caesar, who was standing still at the end.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the other person's face looked so familiar.

"Is there anything you don't understand about the retting fertilizer just mentioned?" Whoever ate my homework was obviously responsible, although she didn't think Caesar looked like those farmers working in the fields, but seeing The other party stood still after listening to the whole process, but she still took the initiative to ask a question.

Caesar stood there without saying a word, just when anyone who ate my homework would think that the other party didn't hear what she asked, and wanted to say it again, he said in a voice that was a little muffled because of nervousness : "Hi, I'm Caesar, my father is the owner of Noah Trading Company, and the family business is quite well-known."

"Would you like to tell us the method of fertilization so that we can publish a book for you?"

Whoever ate my homework was taken aback by Nishizawa's sudden proposal.

I didn't expect that it's okay to be sought after by NPCs in the game, but there are still NPCs who take the initiative to say that they want to publish a book for her.Even though he knew that he was in the game now, whoever ate my homework couldn't help but feel a little excited at this time.

... No wonder everyone loves to play games, just look at the sense of accomplishment that games can bring to people, who would not like it.

"Ahem, Caesar, right?" Whoever ate my homework was obviously a little embarrassed, "If you think it's okay to do so, of course I have no objection."

"Combining the god of science and your wisdom, I think this is absolutely feasible. If there are no other problems in the future, it will definitely sell well in the empire, but..." Cizell paused, and struggled to utter the second half of the sentence , "But one thing I must tell you is that after the last time the scientific electric lighting device was taken out of Corunna by the caravan, light and science were opposed, and many of the accompanying Scientologists also died in that successive fall. God's punishment."

"Perhaps after this time, you will also offend other gods."

"Ah, Caesar, so you are that Caesar." Speaking of the last cross-city mission, whoever ate my homework finally knew where the familiar feeling brought to him by the other party came from.

Although she didn't participate in the cross-city mission because she entered the game late, she also made preparations to browse the forum in order to play the game, and saw this NPC who released the cross-city mission in the post.

... On the game forum, this NPC who took the initiative to ask players to issue cross-city quests without having to trigger the quests himself was called the God of Wealth by many players.

Who wouldn't want to receive a cross-city mission with low risk and high return, and even if they hang up, they can be taken along by NPCs.

Just like now, after hearing such a task offered by the NPC, she felt that she also fell in love with the NPC planned and set up.

Caesar smiled wryly, he didn't even dare to look up at the other person's expression: "Yes, it's me, I'm the Caesar who took your companion out of the city to die."

"Sorry……"

"Why, why don't you apologize, don't say that, we all like you very much." Whoever ate my homework racked his brains and said in relief, "At the risk of being angered by the gods to help me again, I Instead, I should thank you."

"Thank you for your bravery, allowing me to have such an opportunity." Then I received this kind of task that was amazing at first glance.

Caesar didn't expect that he would hear such words that were completely different from what he imagined, and he was stunned.