Chapter 128 0123 [Black Talk Cut] (Added Update for Penguin Boss)

Daming Village, cornfield.

Zhu Guoxiang stood aside and watched for a long time, then turned and left.

Ju Ming asked curiously: "For more than half a month, you have been wandering in the cornfield every day. What is going on?"

"Corn seeds, like us, seem to have mutated," Zhu Guoxiang explained. "Under normal circumstances, if you harvest high-quality corn last year and plant your own seeds, there will be some plant degradation this year. But so far, no abnormalities have been found. , the scientific knowledge I have cannot explain it. If I have to forcefully explain it, it is that I received some kind of space radiation when I traveled through time."

Ju Ming asked: "These corn seedlings are only waist deep, and you can already see it?"

"It can basically be seen that after the degradation of improved varieties, the plants will appear to be different in height," Zhu Guoxiang said, pointing to the corn. "Although these corns are also different in height, it is a matter of field management, and most of them are within the normal range."

Ju Ming asked again: "If it is planted in more fertile land, how much yield per mu can be achieved?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It depends on the specific situation, which is also related to light and rain. Generally speaking, if the crops are planted densely in a fertile field with good weather and no pests and diseases, even without the support of chemical fertilizers, the yield per mu can reach 700 kilograms."

"Idiot!"

Ju Ming couldn't help but swear.

"That's just an ideal state," Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile. "How can farming have good weather every year? Moreover, after the corn planting area expands, related diseases and pests will follow for several years. These will cause corn production to decrease. And the real fertilizer The land must be used to grow rice and wheat. Growing corn is a waste of land. The real value of corn is the utilization of barren land."

Ju Ming said: "Last year we planted in barren mountainous areas, and it was intercropping, so the yield per mu was nearly 600 kilograms, wasn't it?"

"I go to the fields every day, and I get free fertilizer from farmers. Every time I provide water and fertilizer, I do it at the critical moment, and I use artificial pollination. Can the yield be the same?" Zhu Guoxiang said, "If it were an ordinary farmer, last year If planted in that kind of land, it would be good if it could produce four hundred kilograms per acre."

Ju Ming nodded and said, "I understand. The corn fields planted last year are equivalent to scientific experimental fields."

Zhu Guoxiang continued to walk down the mountain: "The village is high and steep. It is very inconvenient to go down the mountain. The place where tea is fried now is also far away from the Han River. The bandits are for safety, but we have to consider the cost. Next year I plan to move my residence and The tea-frying workshops have all moved to the riverside. Schools have also been built on the riverside for children who are willing to go to school."

"If the tea-frying workshop is built by the river, will the technology be leaked?" Zhu Ming asked worriedly.

Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile: "It's enough to keep it secret for a year or two. Sooner or later it will be leaked. We just need to keep improving the technology."

"That's right," Zhu Ming nodded. "It seems that military training needs to be started as soon as possible. The riverside is always not as safe as the mountains."

Ju Ming has always wanted to form a security team in the village, but from last year to this year, he has been working on infrastructure construction during the slack period, and there is simply no manpower or time available.

When the wheat is harvested this year, I will be free for most of the month.

When the time comes, a security team of dozens of people will be formed and trained as the backbone of village soldiers. The remaining young and strong laborers still have to dig weirs and ponds, and infrastructure construction cannot stop.

"Sir, village chief, the jute vine has been cut back!"

Zhang Guangdao, Bai Sheng, Shi Biao and others came over carrying several baskets filled with wild rattan.

Ju Ming walked over quickly, bent down and looked carefully, and found that there was nothing special: "Can this kind of rattan really be used?"

Zhang Guangdao said: "Ratan can be found everywhere in the mountains and is usually used to weave baskets. It is more troublesome than bamboo baskets. The rattan must be soaked first. If it is not soaked, it will become soft and cannot be weaved."

Ju Ming is making a rattan sign. There can be a variety of raw materials, such as red rattan or jute rattan.

Confirming again and again that jute vine is useful, Ju Ming said: "I remember soaking it in water for half a month, taking it out to dry for three days. Then soak it in tung oil, dry it again after soaking, soak it again after drying, and soak it again for about a year. This way The shield made is indestructible with knives, water and fire, and is very light."

"How much tung oil will be used?" Bai Sheng exclaimed.

"It is quite expensive, but it will be done sooner or later," Ju Ming said. "After the rattan is soaked, select a few people who can weave rattan baskets next year. Let them stop farming and make rattan cards every day and give them to them on a daily basis. Pay wages.”

If we are fighting in Hanzhong and Sichuan, we can definitely train rattan armor soldiers.

At that time, the armor rate will be 100%, and it will be very convenient for running and fighting in the mountains.

The ignition point of tung oil is over 400 degrees, which is much higher than that of ordinary firewood. If it encounters a fire attack that is enough to ignite rattan armor, it will actually be the same whether it wears rattan armor or not - all will be burned to death.

Zhu Guoxiang looked at those barren slopes: "Slopes that are not suitable for farming can be planted with tung oil trees. In three or four years, we will be able to produce tung oil by ourselves, and we can produce rattan and rattan armor in large quantities."

Zhang Guangdao was very excited after hearing this and gave Ju Ming a wink. The two walked away and started communicating.

"Brother Zhu is preparing to rebel?" Zhang Guangdao asked in a low voice.

Ju Ming didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either. He just said: "Sharpening the sword does not waste time chopping wood. First build the armor. It can also guard against bandits in the mountains."

Zhang Guangdao smiled happily: "I understand."

"Do you really want to rebel that much?" Zhu Ming couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Guangdao said: "I don't know a few words, and I don't understand any big principles. But I travel a lot and know a lot of people. This world does not leave a way for good people to survive. Don't look at how prosperous Daming Village is. It's better to change a few more places." Sooner or later, the county magistrate and chief secretary will take action against Daming Village. They will not send troops, but will come to clear the people and clear the fields so that we can pay more taxes. At that time, we will either be honest and obedient, or we will rebel, or we will have to retreat to the mountains. bandit."

"You can see far," Zhu Ming put his hand on Zhang Guangdao's shoulder and said in his ear, "If you want to rebel, just study with my father. Recognize a few more words and learn to calculate complicated accounts, otherwise you will not be able to become a commander-in-chief. .”

"I remember." Zhang Guangdao nodded heavily.

One boat after another, sailing up the river.

"Da Lang!"

Zheng Hong waved and shouted from a distance.

The Zheng family's boat stopped at the riverside and did not enter the creek. Dozens of "immigrants" were also there waiting for arrangements.

The last batch of spring tea produced in Daming Village is being transported to the ship.

There are also many local specialties, such as bamboo utensils, wooden utensils, medicinal herbs, poultry, etc., which are also sold to the Zheng family at extremely low prices. The ship is still not full, and we have to go to Shangbaicun and Xiabaicun to buy some goods, such as the Tuancha that the Bai family didn't sell out in the spring.

"Taoist Master, this is Zhu Dalang, and that is Mr. Zhu." Zheng Hong introduced.

Perhaps because of the news about his master, Xue Daoguang seemed a little anxious. After saying hello to Zhu Ming, he walked straight to Zhu Guoxiang.

Zhang Boduan, a real person from Ziyang, emerged in Taizhou, Zhejiang in his later years. Most of his disciples were active in Shaanxi, and their disciples and grandchildren had no idea of ​​the whereabouts of their ancestor.

"Xue Daoguang, a poor Taoist, has seen Mr. Zhu face to face." Xue Daoguang made a Taoist bow.

Zhu Guoxiang didn't understand, so he just bowed and responded: "I've met Taoist Xue."

Xue Daoguang was a little disappointed and continued to test: "Three, five, one are all three characters, and there are very few people who know them in ancient and modern times. East, three, south, and two are the same as five, and north, one, west, and four are the same."

What slang?

Zhu Guoxiang heard a question mark on his forehead and said confusedly: "Taoist Master Xue, my poetry is not high."

Xue Daoguang said again: "Yellow buds and white snow are not difficult to find. Those who master it must follow the Tao and travel deeply. The four images and five elements are all borrowed from the earth, how can the three yuan and eight trigrams be separated from Ren."

"I don't understand Yin Yang Bagua either." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Xue Daoguang was silent.

Zhu Guoxiang didn't know what to say. He thought the Taoist priest was mentally ill.

Xue Daoguang asked again: "Did you write "Journey to the West"?"

Zhu Guoxiang pointed to his son: "This book was written by Quan Zi."

"excuse me!"

Xue Daoguang walked up to Ju Ming again and said: "First, use the heaven and earth as a cauldron, and then use the black rabbit medicine to cook it. At the same time, the two things will be driven back to the zodiac, and the golden elixir will be obtained."

Zhu Ming thought for a while and replied: "The earth shakes the high hills, and the streams and mountains are beautiful for eternity; the door faces the sea, and the three rivers merge and flow for thousands of years."

After speaking, there was silence, big eyes staring at small eyes.

A chicken talks to a duck.

Xue Daoguang felt that his Taoist heart was about to be broken, so he had to start talking humanly: "Did you write "Journey to the West"?"

Ju Ming's mind was spinning rapidly, and he said vaguely: "Listen to what an old Taoist said, and I'll polish it into a novel."

Xue Daoguang's breathing became rapid and he hurriedly asked: "What does the old Taoist look like?"

Ju Ming said: "The old Taoist appeared on a desert island overseas. He built a few thatched houses and grew some food himself. He wore ordinary linen clothes and had a bun on his head. He looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, but his complexion was Ruddy, with skin as delicate as a baby. How to describe it, by the way...golden hair and a childish face!"

"Has the old Taoist said his name or title?" Xue Daoguang became anxious.

Ju Ming shook his head: "He didn't say anything, he just told stories to my father and son."

Xue Daoguang asked again: "Where is the desert island?"

Ju Ming still shook his head: "I don't know."

"How could you not know?" Xue Daoguang stepped forward suddenly and reached out to grab Ju Ming's wrist.

Damn, you are so strong!

Zhu Ming tried his best to break free, took two steps back and said, "Taoist Priest, please calm down."

Xue Daoguang also realized that he had lost his composure. He stood there and took a deep breath. After calming down, he asked: "Why don't you know where the desert island is?"

Ju Ming said: "My father and son were sailing out to sea and encountered strong waves. There were dark clouds covering the sky above our heads, and in front of us were pouring rain and mountainous waves. We drifted for more than half a month before arriving at a deserted island. How could we still distinguish clearly? direction?"

"Then how did you come back?" Xue Daoguang asked again.

Ju Ming said: "Somehow, the journey home went smoothly, and we naturally arrived at the shore."

Xue Daoguang observed Ju Ming's expression carefully: "You are lying."

"Maybe." Zhu Ming was too lazy to explain.

This state of having no desires and desires made Xue Daoguang unsure.

Zhu Ming asked curiously: "What's the matter with the Taoist priest?"

"Nothing," Xue Daoguang suddenly said, "You have divine light in your eyes and excellent qualifications. Are you willing to practice Taoism with me?"

"Taoist, the village is very poor and I really don't have much money," Zhu Ming pointed at Zheng Hong and said, "Brother Zheng is from a wealthy family, so he can worship the Taoist."

I'm not here to cheat money!

Xue Daoguang almost spit out blood.

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