Chapter 2651 Mayfly World (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 2625 The world of ephemera (twenty-five)

Magneto did not realize the seriousness of the matter until he got off the plane. He held the contract in hand and was very proud. He felt that he would soon be able to return to the Andromeda Galaxy with a large amount of food resources and continue to be a part of human exploration of the stars. A sharp knife.

The plane landed in Guadalajara, and it was even hotter here. The distribution of rain and heat conditions in Mexico is similar to that in China. It is humid in the south, dry in the north, dry and hot in the north, and hot and humid here.

Schiller felt that his clothes were soaked before he walked out the door, but Clark felt very happy. He said: "Although I don't know which year this is, it seems that we are lucky. The rain conditions this year are quite good." Not bad, we should have a good harvest soon.”

Schiller stared at the text message on his phone and said, "This is not luck. Mr. Xing has already started working. Which village should we go to first?"

"Go directly?" Magneto raised his eyebrows and said, "Shouldn't we find a hotel first..."

"If you are looking for a hotel, of course you have to go directly to the village to find a private house to stay. It rained today. It is best to sow seeds tomorrow morning when the soil is still wet." Clark strode out of the airport and said: "I'll call a cab."

Several people came outside the airport, where there were also black car drivers waiting to solicit customers. Clark chatted with them in Spanish with an authentic southern accent. Several drivers thought Clark was a local star in Mexico who was here to film a show, so they were very excited. Good to talk to.

But after seeing Clark bringing a few passengers who were obviously Americans, they waved their hands and were unwilling to take the job. Clark had no choice but to come up with the same excuse, saying that they were American experts who came to provide agricultural guidance. .

Who would have thought that others would not accept this idea at all, and stated very bluntly that it would be impossible for the United States to send experts to guide agriculture.

In the end, after a long time of arguing, the price couldn't be negotiated, but fortunately, Schiller was not short of money, and finally a few people got in the car.

On the way, Clark talked eloquently about the local climate and land conditions, but Magneto and Schiller, who looked more like scholars, remained silent. Magneto didn't understand, and Schiller didn't understand.

When they got off the bus, the local driver really believed that they were here for agricultural technical guidance, so he gave them a discount, which made Schiller very happy.

But when they arrived at the place, the few people encountered difficulties. Although they had contracted the land here, the village was not completely deserted. As soon as they entered the village, they received many unwelcome looks.

Magneto snorted coldly, not caring at all. His sharp eyes like a falcon swept over the villagers squatting in the corner, and he was already planning to pick a thorn to scare the monkeys.

Clark was a little worried, because the villagers here were not living very well. Although they were not starved of food and ragged clothes, it was obvious that the ground was full of old, weak, sick and disabled, and it was difficult to even see a few children.

The only young man received them in a dark and dilapidated room, and said that the current situation was like this. Most of the strong laborers had gone out to work, and no one was farming the fields, but the local villagers were unwilling to give up their land to Others, the problem can only be solved by yourselves.

Sure enough, just when Clark wanted to go to the fields to check the condition of the land, several old men with hoes rushed over, trying to beat Clark and his group away with their hoes.

Magneto narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a hand, pinched it gently with his fingers, and all the hoes flew up instantly.

"Oh! Hey, come on!"

It was Clark who screamed first, and he quickly extended a hand. He rushed over to help a few people who almost fell, and checked if they were okay.

Magneto opened his mouth to threaten, but Schiller quickly stopped him and said before he could say anything: "Don't get me wrong, we rent land and we will pay you rent."

Sure enough, when they talked about money, they instantly attracted the other person's attention, but Schiller could tell from their expressions that they actually knew about it and just wanted to cause some trouble for themselves and others so that they could ask for extra protection money. He doesn't seem like a good person.

To Schiller's surprise, Clark immediately realized this. He let go of his hand and took a few steps back. Magneto pushed them gently with his hand, and they all fell down on the field ridge.

Two women hurriedly rushed out from behind, shouting in broken English, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!"

They thought it was Schiller who shot down the group of people, but after rushing over, they were stunned when they found that there was no blood or screams.

"Ladies, what is going on?" Clark shouted in an authentic accent: "Who are these people? They want to attack us!"

"They are not from the village, they... they... forget it, you go quickly and find Gonzalez..."

"Now that we're back in the village." Schiller said, "This group of people may be hooligans wandering around the village. They think we are the kind of fat sheep. The villagers must also know that they will come, and they just want to use their behavior to test us. Attitude."

"It won't be long before rumors that we are weirdos will spread throughout the village, and it will be difficult to appease them."

"Drive them all away." Magneto said in annoyance: "Aren't there several villages nearby? Let them live there."

"This is not okay." Clark said: "The land in those villages is also within the scope of our lease. We will also encounter trouble when the time comes. You don't have to worry about it. It's up to me."

Clark went into the room they had been to before and discussed with the young man Gonzalez for a long time. As a result, later in the evening, the villagers actually took the initiative to bring them food.

"What did you tell them?" Schiller asked in surprise: "The attitude changed a little quickly."

"I asked them if the last rain came quite suddenly. I said we are wizards from the Himalayas. This time, we are the agricultural gods who bless the weather and good harvests. Let's see why the sacrifices are insufficient..."

Schiller slapped his forehead, "You are Superman, is your style a little wrong?"

"In fact, I saw that they had a calendar in that room with the sacrifice time marked on it, but the calendar has not been torn off for a long time, which means that they have not sacrificed recently."

"Since you said that the rain was brought by the Eastern God, the farmers who are closest to the land cannot fail to notice that there is something wrong with this rain, which is inconsistent with the usual season, so it is naturally easier to believe me."

"In addition, this gentleman just now, ah, Mr. Lansheer..."

"Call me Eric." Magneto waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, Eric, his move just now scared the gangsters. The villagers didn't like them anyway, so it's a good thing to help them drive them away."

"But next we have to prove our identity with actions. I just went to the warehouse to check. Due to lack of manpower, the seeds we bought before were not planted completely. Many of them will be damp and germinate after this rain. We have to do it as soon as possible."

Schiller nodded and said nothing, but Magneto was a little confused. He asked: "So what should we do now? Bury the seeds in the soil?"

Clark said helplessly: "Of course we have to plow the land first. Your telekinesis, um, I mean magnetism, can it only be used to control metal?"

"How is that possible!" Magneto Clark looked at him as if he was looking at an illiterate person. He said, "Magnetism is the king of all forces. If I want, I can even turn this land into a mountain in an instant."

"That's great." Clark didn't care about Magneto's attitude at all. He said, "I thought you were going to remotely control the metal hoe to plow the land?"

Schiller suddenly laughed. The two looked at him puzzled. Schiller waved his hand and said, "Nothing, I thought of something funny. You continue."

The rain just stopped for a while, and the three of them came to the ridges of the fields again. This was a vast land that could not be seen at a glance. Clark flew up and looked around. He found that except for the land near the village under their feet, the rest was basically wasteland. It looked like it had been empty for at least two or three years.

"That's perfect." Clark said, "They remembered to cultivate the land before they left. Now the fertility of this land should be almost restored. There will definitely be a good harvest. Let's get started."

Magneto flew into the air, and Schiller raised his head and shouted to him, "Do you really want to do it yourself?"

Magneto said nothing, and Schiller couldn't stop him. He moved a bench and sat next to him to watch. Unexpectedly, Clark said to him, "Don't be idle either, go and call all the villagers over."

Well, Clark, who had entered the planting state, couldn't stand any idle people. Schiller really couldn't help at this stage. He turned around and went to the village to call people.

The villagers had actually seen the two shadows flying in the sky a long time ago. They were sparsely populated here, and had never seen any mutants or superheroes. Although they knew that there were a large number of super humans in the world, they had never seen them with their own eyes. Without Schiller's shouting, they all ran over one after another.

But the powerful and shocking miracle in their impression did not happen.

At first it looked like it was going to happen. The old man in the suit raised his hand, and furrows appeared in the field quickly. The villagers looked at him in shock.

But Clark interrupted Magneto soon and said, "No, wait, you plowed too deep. Corn seeds can't be buried so deep. They will get moldy and rot if they are not breathable. Fill it up!"

Magneto paused. He knew he didn't understand. The reason he chose to do it himself was because he wanted to learn. After all, when he was farming in the Andromeda Galaxy, he couldn't just rely on others without knowing anything. He was never that kind of person.

So he waved his hand again, and the soil that had been plowed out before fell back into the ridge of the field, but Clark spoke again, "No, don't compact them, otherwise the previous loosening of the soil will be in vain. God, don't use too much force. Can't you control your strength?"

Magneto suddenly became angry, but when he thought that what the other party said was right, he really didn't understand, and he was not a person who made trouble, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"No, you can't make a ditch directly like this. You just compacted them. You have to loosen the soil again now, turn over all the soil here, and then you can make a ditch again."

"Yes, that's it." Clark watched the invisible force turn over the surface of the land, and the soil fell gently, fluffy and soft.

"No, no, no, don't dig the ditch directly!" Clark stopped again, "You should level the land first, otherwise the base is uneven, and the ditch will still be deep and shallow, right?"

Magneto had to level the land again, but Clark shouted again: "No! Don't use force! You compacted them again, you have to loosen the soil!"

Magneto took a deep breath.