Him and their stars.

Chapter 1718: The original turban is not acceptable
Everything went smoothly afterwards. Luo Ming and his men quickly passed through the mountains along the tunnel, and then visited several settlements on the plains north of the mountains according to the map.

If there are still a large number of herdsmen on the plains in the south of the mountain, accompanied by a certain scale of white worm breeding industry, the situation is different in the north of the mountain.

Light tracks and roads became more dense, and many Sand People had built new towns around the ruins of the old city-states, welcoming human immigrants to live side by side with them. Mines, factories, and farmlands also gradually increased.

Luo Ming and his team's last stop was a valley city less than 1000 kilometers away from Tulon, which they called Ximu Town.

In front of the town was a flat fertile land impacted by streams, which was obviously the result of high-tech agricultural and animal husbandry transformation. The farmland that was obviously for humans was already bare, which was obviously the result of rushing to harvest.

The representative of Ximu Town was an elder whom he had met once before in Tulong. The handover was orderly, so Luo Ming just said a few more words: "It's good that it's stored in the warehouse. But, Mr. Wang, when the imperial devils arrive, they will also take the grain away, right?"

"Ha, driving those ostentatious warships over here to steal food? Will the food be enough for fuel costs? Are the imperial devils even more boring than the Kaitai people back then?" The old man took a puff of his pipe.

"We have to collect something, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time? This is actually a way to show authority."

"That makes sense... Hey, you might have some mental problems, don't you? You are a lunar man, but you actually just assumed that the Empire can land directly?"

"Do you have any other opinion?"

"My opinion? Well, I don't really have any opinion. When Commander Yu was here, he couldn't stop the raiders from landing, let alone the Imperial devils." The old man surnamed Wang exhaled a puff of smoke and snorted coldly:

"Well, let's just levy the troops. At worst, we can continue to plant when summer comes. The fields must be planted all the time. We must plant the fields when someone dies, when there is a disaster, when there is a war, and at any time. This is the rule of our ancestors, and it is also the rule of the Celestial Empire. So, Director Xiao Luo, where are your seeds?"

The seeds were naturally all in the car, which was also a batch of supplies prepared by the team. After completing this handover, Luo Ming's travel work was considered complete.

Of course, it was not until this time that he felt that something seemed to be wrong.

"So, Mr. Wang, you said, I am a special commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture. I came here to investigate the nutritious crops and food processing factory operations in Xinyumen. How come I am doing the job of distributing grains?"

"You're a graduate of a military academy. Almost all the turbans in Governor-General Toulon's palace have fled, leaving only Pioneer Party members and reserve officers like you. If you don't go, who will? So, huh, I told General Carter before that the turbans who can work must either be members of the Pioneer Party or have served in the military."

"Aren't you putting the cart before the horse?"

"What the hell? I don't understand. You're a soldier, why are you learning those big turbans and showing off?"

Mr. Wang’s name is Wang Yougui, an old man whose name and style are very typical of a good family in East Asia. He is also the mayor of Ximu Town.

In addition, don't be fooled by his rustic appearance. He is a member of the New Yumen Colony Parliament. He has quite a bit of prestige in the surrounding area and in the city of Toulon. He is one of those celebrities who can run to the Directory and block the governor's door.

Such a person would naturally not be too polite to a central commissioner like Luo Ming.
"Master Wang, I didn't run away. I'm not a member of the Pioneer Party, and I've never been a soldier." Assistant Renner said.

"That's why I said you're useless! You've been a clerk for ten years and you've never become a section chief. You don't even know how to find a mother-in-law? Also, don't call me master. It sounds tacky! Even tackyer than a little bastard like you!"

After Master Wang defeated the nearly 1-year-old senior official Renner with a few words, he shook the long pipe in his hand, squinted his eyes and read the information on the terminal, comparing it with the supplies placed aside: "...Lumina's cold-resistant wheat seeds are settled. One ton of Luo beast fertilizer concentrate is in place. The parts of the No. 7 agricultural reclamation robot are matched. Hehe, if you come two hours later, you won't find anyone to take over. I thought you wouldn't come this year."

"Didn't you say that the rules of farming are the most important? In fact, this is not only the rule of our ancestors and the people of the Celestial Empire, but also the rule of the Pioneer Party." Luo Ming said.

"I haven't heard that you are a pioneer." The old man squinted at Luo Ming and shook his pipe: "But what you said makes sense."

"So, where are you going?" Luo Ming's eyes swept over him. This old man, who was estimated to be over 70 years old, was wearing a uniform without collar badges, a standard composite breastplate, a rifle on his back, and a large box-shaped pistol on his waist.

If we have to say that this is the style of the new Yumen cowboys, it would not be an exaggeration.

"I'm going to report to Tulong. Don't look at me. I'm also a reservist. I get the salary of a second-class sergeant in the security team. I fought in the Battle of Tulong. Either I or Commander Yu back then have smoked my cigarettes." Wang Yougui took a deep puff of his pipe.

If I believed you and passed him a cigarette, then I would be the emperor of the empire... Luo Ming had just thought of this outrageous thought when he realized that this old man seemed to have participated in the Battle of Turon and had a battle commemorative medal. Maybe he really had some social interaction with his roommate.

Although the universe is big, it is sometimes very small.

"What? Don't believe it? Haha, go and ask around. That Kelvin guy from your 4th Guard Battalion is the cowboy I used to work with." The old man looked at his men handing over supplies and exhaled another puff of smoke.

The quality of the mouthpiece dropped a lot, but its credibility also increased a lot, Luo Ming thought.

"When we were fighting the Marauders two years ago, I taught that kid how to shoot the bearded monster with one shot. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been the captain, right?" The old man added gloomily while tapping his pipe, "But this time, the battle was much more exaggerated than the siege of Tulon and the invasion of the Marauders two years ago."

"Yes. So there must be an order from Tulon that will be passed down. All settlements and towns can..."

"Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to hear what you have to say next." The old man covered his ears and said, "Anyway, once the things here are delivered, the things here will have nothing to do with us. We will also report to Tulong with the militia. As for how to deal with the little bastards in the town in the future, it has nothing to do with me, absolutely nothing to do with me!"

The old man climbed onto his electric hovercraft while cursing, shifted into forward gear like a skilled Will-O-W-O boy, and sped away.

What an anxious and irritable old man! When he was young, he must have been a famous little bully. Luo Ming thought, he actually wanted to ask Mr. Wang to take him to see the ecological pastoral behind the valley, but he gave up in the end.

So he decided to go and see for himself.

This valley, located at the northern foot of Mount Qililuo, is almost the most suitable place for farming in New Yumen because of the pilot climate transformation. Ordinary crops are planted outside the valley, while the constant temperature fields inside the valley are planted with New Yumen cinnamon and flame grass.

These expensive New Yumen spices are the bulk of the planet's export earnings.

As for the terraces developed on the hillsides on both sides, they grow a very simple and ordinary kind of "corn".

Well, it looks plain and simple, and the crop only looks like corn and tastes like corn. Its properties are very different from real corn.

It is a special crop grown on the snowfields of Lumina, said to be produced by the mysterious hands of a certain "Dawnbreaker" who cannot even be named.

Its function is very intuitive, and there is no high-sounding mysterious function. In addition to tasting similar to corn, it can absorb moisture, improve soil quality, purify the air, and increase humidity. Hence, it got the name "water rice".

These grain seeds were brought here along with the aid team from the Red Maple Factory. On the one hand, they were of course used for farming and to provide some staple food for the local human immigrants. On the other hand, they could perhaps be used as the initial work of the New Yumen planet transformation project.

As a (deputy) section-level investigator of the Ministry of Agriculture, Luo Ming certainly wanted to investigate the current crop growth situation and see whether rice, water and spices could achieve harmonious symbiosis in an ecological farm.

The same is true for the inefficient development of terraced fields in this valley.

He quickly entered the valley and was almost high from the refreshing fragrance. This was actually the remnant of the spice plantation after harvest. When the war was approaching, Father Wang Yougui organized the young men and women in the town to complete the harvest, and immediately packed the goods and sent them to the Tulong Express Ship bound for Nantianmen.

Along with the spice ships, there were also cargo ships transporting high-explosive phlogiston and rare minerals. Everyone in Tulong Port knew that this might be the last time that New Yumen would transport supplies to the mainland.

Back to the frontier, due to the rush to harvest, only a large area of ​​bare farmland is left in the valley.

However, just from the aroma, we can almost conclude that this batch of spices has grown very well. This is Luo Ming's judgment as a commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture (with professional equipment).

He walked through the spice fields and wanted to take a closer look at the terraces planted with rice on the hillside behind him, when he heard the smooth friction sound of machinery.

Luo Ming saw more than a dozen nimble six-legged robots, about the size of a sheepdog, walking on the terraced fields that looked like steps. They waved their nimble mechanical arms and pliers, cutting off the light blue rice sticks one by one.

(End of this chapter)