Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 425 That’s definitely not possible.

In just over twenty days, just as the seventh month of the lunar calendar began, the sorghum in the field had completely matured. Xia Lin was extremely busy during this period, following the technicians brought by Xiao Chenzi to collect various samples and determine the average value.

It is actually very difficult for people who have never farmed to understand the feelings that farmers have towards the land. This year, because the weather was particularly good with high temperatures and abundant precipitation, the farmers had a bumper harvest. The local indigenous people, who were called barbarians, specially held a celebration for this harvest. The excitement of singing and dancing around the bonfire was actually something that the Han people, who claimed to be superior to them, could empathize with.

Because the land here and the food that blooms from the land are the result of everyone's joint efforts.

"This year, the sorghum yield per mu reached 442 kilograms, and judging from the current growth of rice and millet, if there are no accidents, their yields per mu can reach 600 kilograms and 500 kilograms respectively, which is a record."

Xia Lin was holding a pen and chatting with the technicians who were working on the land by the campfire. Dugu Han was eating meat next to her. She was always hungry recently. She thought she was pregnant, but Xia Lin said she was farting because no one had touched her since she sprayed blood that night. If she was really pregnant, it was probably from a wild man in the mountains. The reason for her increased appetite was probably because of her slow growth and development. It might be because of her mood and the fact that she had not taken medicine for a long time, which caused the hormone level to surge and her body began the natural development process.

"What record was broken?" Dugu Han leaned over and asked, "Which record?"

"It broke the record for grain yield per mu since Pangu created the world." Xia Lin handed her the record book. "Last year, the average yield per mu of sorghum in Wei was 270 catties, rice was 301 catties, and millet was 255 catties. The yield outside the Great Wall is even lower, with an average yield of only 140 catties per mu of sorghum. 140 catties per mu, this shouldn't be the case."

The Mohe priest who was also the Minister of Agriculture added, "One hundred and forty kilograms is already a good harvest."

"So what's this year like?" Dugu Han looked at the records of previous years: "A bumper harvest?"

"God's grace." The Mohe priest said seriously.

"Oh, your mother's head." Xia Lin picked up a sorghum stalk and started chewing it, cursing: "This has nothing to do with your mother's gods. This is the result of a year of hard work by so many people. I'm warning you, if you can do it, get out of here if you can't. Damn it, you deny the fruits of so many people's labor with just one sentence. Tomorrow I will say that you are infected with evil spirits and ask your people to peel off your skin to exorcise the evil spirits."

"But Mr. Han Envoy, if it weren't for God's grace, how could it be possible to produce so much?"

The priest picked up the pile of grain next to him and said: "One acre of land is almost 500 kilograms. Apart from God's grace, I really can't think of anything else."

"It's science, you know? Fertile land plus scientific planting and management, plus fertilizers and pesticides. Wait, after the seeds are screened and the weather is good next year, the yield will be even higher. This piece of land alone can feed tens of millions of people. I'm not kidding you."

The vast black soil, coupled with scientific planting, is enough to allow the entire East Asian population to grow by orders of magnitude based on the current output, even without super high-yield seeds.

Don't forget what time it is now. The northward expansion of the precipitation line is also called the northward expansion of the national destiny line. Every 2010 kilometers northward of the mm precipitation line can feed an additional million people. If you miss this time and wait for the next time, you will have to wait until AD.

"Don't forget that I own 60% of the investment here."

Dugu Han raised his chin and said seriously: "I should also account for 60% of the grain output."

"Do you want to live or not?" Xia Lin laughed. "You can only take the money. You definitely can't take the food. It's for the little glacier a thousand years from now."

"A thousand years! A thousand years is too long."

"Is it long?" Xia Lin hugged his knees and stared at the distant mountains. "A thousand years is not long. Mu Qiu, you know that people of your level should do things that are worthy of the people, worthy of history, and worthy of future generations. If you eat the money that makes your family extinct for a few years, what will happen to your descendants in the future? It's not the dynasty that will last for thousands of years, it's the bloodline and the inheritance, Mu Qiu."

"So you are actually preparing for a thousand years from now? This is ridiculous."

Xia Lin just pinched his face, then lay down on the pile of sorghum, looking up at the starry sky: "When humans were still monkeys, one day a monkey suddenly looked up at the sky, and then humans appeared. The trajectory of history is made up of countless people's choices. What we can do is to correct history to the right path as much as possible, so that more people can follow this path."

"But people are always greedy."

"Yes." Xia Lin took a deep breath and then smiled: "But under the vast sky, there are always fools who don't care about gains and losses. You can see some fools, they have become celebrities and left a strong and colorful mark in time and space, but you can't see most fools, they have silently melted into the long river of history. But I ask you, why are there always people who can save the people in times of crisis? Are they born to meet the disaster or have they always been there?"

"It can't be such a coincidence every time..."

"Yes, it's impossible to have good luck forever, so every era has its own fools, and I'm doing this now, raising more fools who don't know how to adapt for this land. Do you still think a thousand years is long? Not long, not long, just thirty generations. Let them suffer less."

Dugu Han was unable to respond to Xia Lin's words for a long time. He sat there hugging his knees and looking up at the sky: "You will also become a star after you die, right?"

"I hope so."

"Then let me ask you."

Xiao Douya looked around, then crawled to Xia Lin's side and whispered in his ear: "What are you going to do with this precious land?"

"Don't worry, wait." Xia Lin reached out and hugged her: "Wait until 'if you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences'."

At this moment, Xiao Douya did not resist. She just lowered her voice and whispered in Xia Lin's ear: "I want a kiss..."

She finished half of her sentence, and the rest of her sentence was sucked in before she could even finish it. You have to know that this was a celebration, with at least 1,500 people around, Xia Lin was the center of attention, and he was lying on the pile of sorghum used to celebrate the harvest, which was the protagonist of the night.

At this moment, everyone around cheered, the drum beats and primitive singing and dancing became more vigorous, and the sulfur powder sprinkled into the fire made the flames splash everywhere with a hideous look. The momentum was extremely huge, and the flames covered Dugu Muchu with a fiery red dress.

However, the time of gathering was short after all. After obtaining the first-hand data, Xia Lin had to set off. No matter what grudges the local tribes had among each other, they all came to see the Han envoy off at the same time. The road stretched for more than ten miles on both sides, but Xia Lin did not dare to open the window of the carriage because they would throw things into the car.

It would be fine if they threw some wild fruits and mountain products, but if they threw chickens, ducks, fish and meat, and it's such a hot day, then the carriage cannot be used.

"interesting."

Dugu Han in the carriage walked a long way before he smiled and said, "You seem to know some magic. People like you wherever you go. Why?"

"My teacher once said, if you put the people in your heart, they will support you. They are also human beings, and their values ​​are very simple."

"Isn't it said that you should fear power but not virtue?"

"That's a relationship between countries. As long as we're all in one country, it's fine. Don't worry, I've received advanced training in border and minority issues. I'm a serious professional."

"You always say weird things, which makes people confused."

Xia Lin didn't say anything. He just smiled and lifted up the carriage curtains to let the cool breeze in. He stretched himself and said, "Let's go. Next stop is Xuzhou!"

It took them about fifteen days to reach Huangya Pass. Xia Lin went to see his eldest grandson, but Xiao Chenzi gave birth to a daughter, and the eldest grandson became a granddaughter. But it was also good. Although the little thing was just one month old, she was a beauty at first glance. He would keep her for his son in the future!
The older you are, the more caring you are.

But when he came to this crowded place, Dugu Han became Dugu Han again. He was no longer very human and always showed his teeth and liked to show off. He was completely different from the person he was in that place where no one knew him.

But it doesn't matter. She has been like this for many years anyway. If she suddenly changes, it will arouse suspicion.

"The yield per mu still hasn't met expectations, so I will continue to improve the method next year."

Xiao Chenzi stood by the window with the report prepared by Xia Lin, studying it carefully. He also picked up a handful of sorghum he brought and sorted it out one by one: "We can't stop the work of screening out good seeds. I will strive to break 500 next year. Thank you for watching over me this time. I see that you have become dark and shiny."

"Each each other."

Xiao Chenzi's complexion is not much better than Xia Lin's. He used to be a well-read pretty boy who never had to do any housework, but now, if he takes off his shirt and rolls up his sweat towel, he becomes a handsome little farmer.

“Where to go next?”

"First go to Xuzhou and find Wang Shichong. Then borrow troops to go to Henan Province to destroy Buddhism."

Xia Lin picked up the rice bowl and shoveled the last bit of food into his mouth: "Your Majesty may not live for many months. This year is the last year of his three-year deadline. If he is lucky, he can make it to the end of the new year, but no matter what, a shocking chaos is about to come."

"You keep saying this, but I see that no one has taken any action yet."

"Don't worry, the world will be in chaos in just a day or two."

Xia Lin said as he pushed a secret letter towards Xiao Chenzi: "Take a look at this."

Xiao Chenzi picked it up and took a look: "Assassinating the prince!?"

"The Second Prince's plan was intercepted by the Investigation Department. The Investigation Department has not yet reported it because there is no solid evidence. Reporting it rashly may cause a disturbance."

"So what are you going to do with it?"

Xia Lin took a deep breath and sighed, "I have done what I should do. There are also 800 people on the prince's side. The pustules will burst sooner or later, so let them burst."

"You condoned the assassination of the Second Prince?"

"Yes." Xia Lin raised his head and said, "Let your majesty fulfill his wish and let the Great Wei become a small and isolated court. The country is still alive, and at least it won't be destroyed for the time being. What I need now is time. If I face the eighteen princes right away, I don't have the confidence. Do you have it?"

"No. There are still a bunch of barbarians in front of me. If the Wei Dynasty is really destroyed, the barbarians will crush me to pieces."

(End of this chapter)