Urban Sims

Autumn has arrived.

The leaves in the forest turned yellow, and the grass in the fields withered.

In the farmland, golden waves of wheat roll like ocean waves in the breeze.

The heavy wheat ears weighed down the wheat stalks so much that they could hardly lift their heads.

Passing by this farmland and looking at the golden wheat fields with plump and round grains, each one containing thirty or forty grains of wheat, every farmer in Qiangwei Town was attracted to it.

Gradually, the harvest time is approaching, and more and more farmers are watching and discussing this farmland. The lively discussion even reaches the ears of the lord, Baron Connor. The lord, his family and several knights came here together. On the edge of a farmland, I watched this scene in disbelief.

"Oh God, the yield of these lands must be at least 10 talents (1 talent ≈ 20kg). Some miracle must have happened on this land. Only the power of God can make this land The land grows so many ears of wheat!”

An aristocratic woman wearing a cape, tunic, and a long skirt held up by a huge skirt, exposing her chest, covered her lips and exclaimed.

"Mom, the housekeeper Bunold said that this land may also have been cast by black magic by the witch. Only the black magic of the witch can make a piece of land that has never grown so much food suddenly grow so much food, so These grains are the fruit of the devil and must be burned!"

Next to the noble woman, a little boy of about fifteen or six years old with many freckles on his face said loudly.

"Is that so, Bunold?" the noble woman asked the housekeeper with doubts on her face.

The short and fat housekeeper Brunod bent down and said with a flattering face: "Dear Madam Madeleine, I think it is like this. This land has not grown so much food in twenty years, and I I heard that the little Ryan who farmed this land was just a six-year-old child. How could he do something that even adults could not do? Also, some time ago, little Ryan did a lot of strange and absurd things in the town. He He actually picked up all the dirty and smelly feces into his own home, and everyone in the town suspected that he must be a witch who secretly used black magic to confuse little Ryan!"

Brunoder reached a decisive conclusion.

"Is that so? God, I didn't expect those evil witches to spare even a six-year-old child." Mrs. Madeleine covered her chest with a look of fear.

"Kyle, go ahead and bring little Ryan here. I have something to ask him." Baron Connor realized the seriousness of the problem and said to a blond knight next to him.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

…

After a while, Zhou Ming, who was at a loss, with "horrified" eyes, was brought to Baron Connor by the knight.

"Little Ryan, tell me! Have these wheat fields you planted been cast by black magic by the witch? Have you been secretly controlled by the witch?" Baron Connor asked seriously.

Zhou Ming lay tremblingly on the ground and kept kowtowing: "No, Lord, no Lord! No witch cast black magic on me. I grew these wheat by myself."

"You dare to lie in front of me? Tell me, who is the witch who controls you!" A trace of anger flashed across Baron Connor's face, and his right hand was already on the handle of his sword.

"My dear, little Ryan is just a child, don't scare him like this."

As a mother of three children, Lady Madeleine, who was full of maternal glory, persuaded her husband, squatted down slightly, pulled Zhou Ming up, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, with a kind and kind face. Authentic: "Little Ryan, tell me, how did you grow this wheat field?"

Only then did Zhou Ming stop crying, and in detail, he told the reasons and consequences of growing this wheat field.

"Cow dung?"

"You mean the wheat grew like this after cow dung was used on this field?"

"Impossible, little Ryan is lying! No matter how powerful cow dung is, it is impossible to grow four acres of food on one acre of land." Steward Brunoder flatly denied it.

"It's true! I saw a lot of places with cow dung, and the grass next to them grew very tall and dense, so I thought: If you put this cow dung into the wheat fields, would the wheat become the same as those grasses? , they grew in abundance and densely, so I collected all the cow dung and sheep dung, crushed them a little, and applied a little under each wheat seedling, so that the wheat would be taller and denser. What?"

Zhou Ming's explanation made everyone around him nod their heads. This kind of explanation seems to make sense.

Several knights also searched the nearby grassland, and sure enough, they found cow dung or other animal dung in many overgrown places.

"What a smart little Ryan!"

Madam Madeleine hugged Zhou Ming, and Bobo kissed him on the face several times. The five or six-year-old freckled boy looking aside pouted and snorted heavily.

"Although what you said makes sense, you have to use it in the field to know whether cow dung is useful. If it is not useful, little Ryan, do you know the consequences?"

Baron Connor actually already believed what this six-year-old boy said. However, looking at this little boy who seemed to be a little too smart, Baron Connor had a strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that this little boy was different from the people in the territory. Everyone else is different, and I don't know if it's good or bad.

"Thank you, Lord Baron, thank you, Lord Baron!"

Knowing that he was let go, Zhou Ming immediately kowtowed in gratitude... He also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, this test has finally passed.

Soon, with the "enthusiastic help" of many townspeople, Zhou Ming's six acres of wheat fields were all harvested, threshed, and bagged in only half a day.

It was weighed on a scale, and there were a lot of exclamations. The six acres of wheat field produced a full 70 talents of grain, and the yield was four times that of ordinary wheat fields!

Zhou Ming was quite satisfied: "The land in this world is not as barren as I imagined. I just slightly improved the planting method and applied more fertilizer. The yield per mu can reach more than 460 kilograms. The potential for yield increase is still very high." Well, farming in this world is definitely very promising!"

However, Zhou Ming also knows that ordinary people are not guilty of possessing a jade. The lords of this world are not good people. As long as it does not violate their fundamental interests, it does not matter if they farm better. If it violates their fundamental interests, it does not matter. Interests, when the other party has the idea of ​​​​eliminating the "threat" of itself, changing strategies and how to survive becomes the top priority at that time.

Now he has planted several acres of good land, mainly to provide food and clothing, and also to explore the road.

Of the 70 talents of barley, 42 talents were handed over to the tax collector Dirac, and the remaining 28 talents belonged to his own barley. Zhou Ming asked a few kind-hearted neighbors to help transport it to his house, and looked at the barn. These piles were full enough to feed himself and his sister for a year, and he felt much more at ease.

Within two days, Mrs. Madeleine of the Lord's Castle heard that only he and a three-year-old sister were left in Zhou Ming's family. She shed a few tears of sympathy and asked a servant to bring a big bag of flour and a piece of bacon... Although there was some sympathy in this, it was probably a small reward given by Lord Baron Connaught after Zhou Ming discovered the secret of increasing cow dung production.

Soon after, more and more people picked up cow dung in the town. They even started to follow the example of Zhou Ming's family and dug dung pits in front of their homes.

As for the nickname "Shit Ryan" in his little brat's mouth, it has now become "Smart Little Ryan"...