Chapter 1221 Eat some Novelty Things, Plant some Novelty Things

It gets dark and goes to bed early, and I wake up in the morning to clean up the dirt. Farming is really tiring, and I cry when I talk about it. Just after dawn, Chihuaco, a lifelong farmer, opened his eyes and climbed out of his bed of hay. As soon as he got up, he frowned, his face twitched, and he couldn't help but cover half of his teeth, crying in pain.

"Lord God, my teeth! I have suffered so much! I shouldn't have eaten that mouthful of rabbit meat...it hurts!..."

Chihuaco grimaced, rinsed his mouth with water, and pulled out two cold pancakes from the clay pot. But as soon as he took a bite, he screamed in pain again.

"Hiss! My dad!..."

"Oops? Old Qitou, what did you just call me?..."

The cedar shaman smiled and walked in from outside the wooden house holding the pine stick. He was still chewing something as he walked, and he had obviously been up for a while.

"...I call you Sun!...Hiss! Ah! It hurts so much!..."

Chihuaco grimaced and cursed angrily. The biscuit was so hard that half of his face hurt so much that he couldn't chew it. He had no choice but to take out the flint, light a small pile of old firewood, throw the cake into the pot and boil it, groaning with pain in his mouth.

"Hey! So it's a toothache? I told you why you have a grimace on your face and it hurts like an old monkey... Does it really hurt? Haha! Don't scold me. If you open your mouth to scold me, it will hurt even more!..."

Cedar Shaman raised his eyes for a while, saw some features, smiled and joked a few words. Then, he smiled and took out a deerskin bag from his pocket. After digging for a while, he pulled out a piece of bark, some dried flowers, and some leaves.

"Old corn, here you go! Chew it!"

"What?.What is this?!...Hiss!"

"Good stuff. It cures toothache!"

".Really?...Hiss!"

"Why did you lie to me? If you don't want it, I'll take it back..."

".Go!...Hiss!"

Chihuaco stared, held his teeth, took the bark, dried flowers and leaves of herbs, threw them into his mouth and chewed them. Don't tell me, just after chewing for a while, his old face relaxed and his toothache subsided.

"Lord God! It does work, it's really magical... What did you give me to eat?..."

"The bark is willow bark, the dried flowers are Coptis chinensis flowers, and the leaves are guava leaves. They are all herbs used to relieve pain and stop bleeding! Hmm...does it still hurt? Let me think about it, I need to use something powerful..."

The cedar shaman smiled, dug into the magical deerskin bag again, took out a handful of fresh grass leaves, and then threw them into the soup where the dry biscuits were boiled.

"Eating cakes is boring! Let me add something exciting for you!..."

"Uh! What is this?..."

When this handful of fresh grass leaves are put into the pot, a faint scent of grass soon fills the wooden house. But Chihuaco just sniffed, his brows slightly relaxed, but his face showed vigilance.

"Old Mumu, did you get the priest's weird herbal medicine?..."

"Ha! No. This is sage, which is used by shamans of northern tribes. It is also a good thing to stop pain and bleeding, and to eliminate evil in the body. But according to the way shamans use it, it is in a small shed. Fumigation with grass to communicate with the great spirit... I picked these sages near the big lake. They are fresh! However, the sage in the south is obviously stronger than the one in the north. Just cook it a little, and you will need more. I feel confused and sleepy, and sometimes I see ancestor spirits..."

"For shamans? It doesn't sound like serious stuff..."

"If you are not afraid of toothache, don't eat..."

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The sun rose and the two finished eating the soup cakes. Chihuaco's tooth finally stopped hurting and he felt very happy. This herb is similar to the fungus from Yunnan. It has a strong pain-relieving and sedative effect. It is a must-have for priests and shamans in North America.

After a brief tidying up, the old militiaman put out the fire, picked up a bamboo basket, packed a few farm work tools, and walked outside.

"Old Corn, where are you going? The shipyard?..."

"No, go farm! Lao Jin can't come so early today, his wife is very powerful!..."

"Farming? What can you grow this season?..."

"It's a novel thing! The new crops brought by the Liangtang tribe and the Sun head tribe..."

"Huh? New crops from the west? I'll go take a look too!..."

The two of them walked in tandem, without shoes on, and walked barefoot in the grass at a very fast speed. When the grass came to an end, the wooden houses of the shipyard turned into small dots, and then we saw a hill, a small river, and a field beside the river.

The two kingdom warriors were squatting under the trees on the hills, carrying bows, arrows, axes and spears with them. They raised their bows and arrows in their hands vigilantly. When they saw the old militiaman Chihuaco coming, their faces relaxed and they greeted him kindly.

"Praise the Lord! Captain Qi, you are here so early! Who is this?..."

"Praise the Lord God! I came to take a look at the fields. I heard that they are about to be planted. He is a cedar shaman, a priest from the Divine Power University in the royal capital..."

"Ah! Greetings to you! Dear Priest!..."

"Praise the Lord God! May the Lord God protect us!..."

Upon hearing the identity of the Cedar priest, the two guarding warriors bowed their heads and respectfully saluted the priest from the royal capital. The cedar shaman blinked and prayed in return with a smile. Although his accent was a little strange, no matter his movements or posture, he looked exactly like a priest of the main god.

"God bless you! Captain Qi, those tribes from the west have been planting in the small fields by the river yesterday. What kind of rice fields are they talking about? Why do they have to wait for the seedlings to emerge and transplant the rice... We don't understand this either, but there are two priest apprentices. Look, it's over there! ...We have orders to stay here and you can't leave without authorization..."

"Okay! Let's go there right away. May the Lord God bless us!"

The cedar shaman touched his chin, glanced at the warrior on duty, and followed Chihuaco further inside. The discipline of the kingdom's warriors is quite strict, obviously much stricter than that of the loose warriors of various tribes in North America. The two of them walked for another half-quarter of an hour and saw three Korean sailors sowing rice, three Japanese warriors sowing millet, and two priest apprentices recording observations.

“Praise the Lord God!…”

Chihuaco greeted everyone in a friendly manner. The peerless swimming master Murakami Jidong bowed and saw for the first time another peerless swimming master who could compare with him, the Cedar Shaman from the Northern Continent. The two top masters looked at each other from a distance, and both saw the sea aura surging on the other's body... Well, actually they didn't see anything.

"O Lord God! Greetings to you! Dear Priest!..."

"God bless you! Keep busy, I'm just taking a look..."

"Hi! Sir!..."

After 20,000 miles of training, Murakami Jitong has long been smoothed out. He bowed at almost 60 degrees and saluted the old shaman dressed as a priest. And it wasn't until the old shaman waved his hands that he continued to lower his head and start sowing seeds in the field.

Yes, it’s spring sowing. The two large fields by the river are rice seedling fields next to the river. The seedling fields are surrounded by paddy fields prepared for transplanting rice seedlings, while the ones further away are dry fields of millet.

The latitude of Zi Cao County is between 18 and 19 degrees north latitude, which corresponds to East Asia, that is Vinh City in north-central Vietnam, Jiu Duc County in Soochow in the Three Kingdoms, and Duc Quang Mansion in the Le Thanh Tong period of the Later Le Dynasty. In such tropical latitudes, if the nutrients in the fields can keep up, it is possible to grow rice in spring, summer and autumn. The first season of spring sown rice is from February to May. As for millet, it can usually be planted in two seasons, that is, spring sowing from February to June, and autumn sowing from June to October.

In fact, Central and South America has the same period of rain and heat, especially the coastal areas near the sea to the east and west, which are very suitable for growing rice. As for rice cultivation, which is a labor-intensive agriculture, as long as the nutrients and water and heat can keep up, the grain that can be harvested from each mu of paddy field, especially the starch energy contained in these grains, is much higher than the corn grown by the alliance. Cassava is the second king of starch.

Rice fields produce more starch than corn fields, are more durable in storage than cassava fields, and are far easier to cook than cassava.

Therefore, for the alliance, the greatest value of rice is, on the one hand, to increase the production of food in the lake area and feed more people. On the other hand, fried rice is an excellent staple food for marching. It is easy to process, has a long storage time, and has low transportation loss. It can be used as the main ration for samurai legions on expeditions!

As for corn grown on dry land, its yield and adaptability are really not as good as sweet potatoes and potatoes grown on the same land. For the Alliance, this kind of vulnerable crop with overlapping ecological niches can only be used as a novel food for the nobles and priests to eat for fun.

Of course, in the current alliance, apart from Shulot, who is far away in the land of the clouds, only a few seafaring priests, including the knowledgeable Mickey, are truly aware of the value of these new crops. After personally communicating with every prisoner, the only one who felt the characteristics of the new crop most keenly was Chihuaco, an old militiaman. He even personally participated in the paddy fields fenced by the river.

"The Lord God bless you! The seeds fall to the ground and they will grow quickly!"

Carrying a bamboo basket on his back, Chihuaco first sown fine Yue rice in the rice fields with several Liangtang tribesmen. Then, he went to the Japanese tribe and carefully sowed some millet with a few tall Japanese warriors shoulder to shoulder. After finishing these tasks, he walked to the dry land further outside and stared at the two newly built bamboo sheds and the soybeans and peas spread under the bamboo sheds. He looked at the two new beans carefully for a while, then turned his head and looked doubtfully at Murakami Kidomi, the second best foreign language expert in the Japanese tribe second only to Monk Watanabe.

"Village! What are you doing?..."

"Ah! Captain Qi...this is just showing off the beans!..."

Murakami Jitsu wiped his sweat and pushed back his shoulder-length hair. Right now, he has lost all the marks of a warrior and has completely turned into a farmer in the fields.

"Drying beans?"

"Yes! God bless you, let it dry for three days! Plant the beans after they are dry, and more seedlings will come out... And this shed is built to prevent rain, and to prevent the strong midday sun from shining on the beans. To avoid hurting the skin..."

"Oh! That's it! These two kinds of yellow beans are very similar to black beans, but they are sun-dried longer... I just don't know, what do these two kinds of beans taste like, and how much can they produce?"

"Ah! The smell of soybeans?..."

Hearing this, Murakami Jitong couldn't help but lick his mouth, swallowed his saliva, and then answered respectfully.

"Captain Qi, in my hometown, it takes half a year to harvest soybeans. But here it is warm and rains a lot, so it will probably take five months... When the beans are harvested, I will make soft and delicious tofu for you! And Watanabe can make the delicious natto at the temple! … Oh, and the oily old tofu is as delicious as meat!”

"Huh? Soft and delicious, the delicacy of the temple? As fragrant as meat?..."

Chihuaco tilted his ears and listened carefully to Murakami's stuttering and excited description, and his face slowly showed anticipation. The cedar shaman next to him also blinked, imagining this strange and strange delicacy that he had never heard of before. Gradually, all three of them smiled, a simple smile like a farmer, full of expectations and yearning for the future.

Under the spring sunshine, the quiet Douzi lay under the bamboo shed, lazily basking in the sun. They sleep silently in the sun, half-opened grins, dreaming of a bean growing dream of growing up and maturing, continuing for many generations, filling the entire wilderness, and then turning into delicious tofu~