Type-Moon, the Ultimate Villain Simulator

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For a moment, the shadow became busy.

Originally, Zhang Jiao stood with Red Hare waiting for Lu Bu to deal with things.

But then, Chi Tu also became busy.

In Bingzhou, potatoes began to spread gradually from a small corner.

Of course, everyone is smart enough to keep this matter secret.

I won't tell anyone else I'm related.

And the teaching of characters was done secretly in the middle of the night.

Most importantly, people were worried about what would happen if the government found out about this.

But at the same time, the more words you know, the more rewards you get.

But it seemed that the texts that Black Shadow taught everyone were incomplete.

In order to learn more words, people had to start communicating.

Therefore, some people choose to secretly dig a secret passage.

Wait until night and go to a villager's home together.

Surreptitious communication via text.

So much so that it was not discovered by the government for a period of time.

In the entire Bingzhou, within a short period of time, ordinary villagers were involved in the movement of learning writing.

Even written communication is not limited to one's own family and village.

There will also be outsiders coming to learn.

Or ask some gentlemen who understand writing.

The small groups in each village don't even feel hostile towards strangers.

Because I want to know more texts.

The number of wars caused by water resources and other issues on the original loess land is gradually decreasing.

A young-looking figure, as if teleporting, was running around Bingzhou from time to time.

Speak to people a word or two they don't recognize.

Talk to them about how to solve the water problem.

There are a lot more……

No one knows his identity, but even if someone noticed him, they wouldn't find anything and would just treat him as a student from outside the area.

I would be happy with the one or two words he taught me.

At night, a dark shadow would bring something.

It is in this context.

Over time, some stories began to flow.

The most representative of these is the thing they got called potatoes.

Legend has it that their tu potatoes came from immortals.

There was an old potato fairy in this world. He couldn't bear to see the suffering of people in the world and knew that there was a lot of suffering and famine in the world.

Predicting that a new famine would occur, he sacrificed his own body. He was willing to be skinned, cut with a knife, fry in oil, steamed, broken into pieces, and turned into mud. In order to save the starving people, he gave up everything he had.

In order to prevent people from starving, he cut off his own body and transformed it into potatoes that could be planted, just to give everyone hope for the future.

But he has boundless magical powers. As long as someone blesses him, he will be resurrected on the seventh day after his death. Therefore, seven days is a cycle. Every seventh day, when people need to pray, the old potato fairy will be resurrected... So people also decided to hold a large exchange meeting every seven days.

Just like they go to market in a regular manner.

It has even become a spontaneous unspoken rule that people follow without any prior agreement.

When people encounter difficulties in life, they will also mutter, "May the old potato fairy bless us."

They hoped that the old potato fairy could bless them with everything.

Because according to Black Shadow, the source of this story.

The old immortal Potato regards and treats his believers, all people and living beings equally.

Therefore, even if it is a prayer of a commoner like myself.

Mr. Potato would also feel happy.

……

A quarter has passed.

People really saw the results of potatoes.

Because of the teachings of the shadow.

Therefore, people dug up the potatoes and put them in the cellar before they were almost grown.

The text in the book told them that eating flowering potatoes or potatoes that turned green after being stored for a long time would cause poisoning, and potatoes should also be kept in a cool place.

When they dug the potatoes out of the ground, they could see at a glance that there was a lot of yield.

But the shape is still a little smaller than the one taken by the black shadow.

This is not difficult to understand. If Zhang Jue were to answer, he would say that this place itself is not suitable for growing potatoes.

Even the so-called making potatoes the staple food is often just empty talk, because in terms of output, the per-acre yield of potatoes is far lower than that of their place of origin and Europe, and is even crushed.

But for poor places, like the folks here now, potatoes don’t need anyone to talk about them, they are the staple food…

Although it looks different.

The villagers just thought that they did not grow the potatoes well, looking at the huge yield and the fact that potatoes themselves require less water.

You can plant it in the yard, or even with other small vegetables.

That's joyful enough.

Potatoes and literacy naturally became newer crazes.

People were hungry for more potatoes.

Also want to learn how to grow potatoes and so on.

Therefore, communication within the village continues.

Zhang Jue and Lu Bu would occasionally play the role of old farmers, join in and guide people in planting.

And it encourages people to organize themselves spontaneously and help each other.

But at the same time, this also means that the fact that one can read and write can no longer be concealed.

……

In Luoyang.

This city has few glorious records in its history.

It often reminds me of the setting sun at dusk.

Zong Zhou, who came from Fengming Qishan, came here, and the history of the struggle for hegemony among the princes began.

When the late Tang Dynasty came here, it was also on the verge of collapse.

Later, a child emperor emerged.

It seems that when Jiangshan came here, all he got in return was the absurdity on paper.

Of course, this does not apply to the Han Dynasty.

The prosperity of the Western Han Dynasty has nothing to do with this place. The Eastern Han Dynasty was another dynasty, another country.

There is no Fenglangjuxu in the history of the Eastern Han Dynasty, nor are there any wise men in the dynasties.

He entered the prosperous era of aristocratic families.

It was also a time of chaos for the common people.

This is what is so shocking.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion caused chaos in all of Kyushu at the same time.

It’s not that people have rebellious hearts, but that the world is filled with suffering.

The same is true today.

In the magnificent hall.

The young man hugged the eunuch who looked feminine and said, "Sir, let's continue drinking. The treasures I brought you are all in the storehouse."

"Okay, okay, Taiping, you are thoughtful."

The boy's surname was Zhang, his name was Yan, and his courtesy name was Taiping.

He was a frequent guest of officials and noble families in Luoyang.

Chapter 22: Holy Sword Master Zhang Jue Zhen

Peacefulness.

A piece of peace.

The most luxurious banquets are those held by noble families and officials.

The scorching and fragrant young deer and lambs placed together are a sign of good fortune at the banquet.

The beef stewed with Qin pepper is the most delicious. Every cow placed outside is the most precious meat in a village.

But it is precisely because of this that there is a difference in taste between these oxen that work every day and the cattle raised by the government.

They have never enjoyed lush pasture, have not been carefully raised, and require long hours of work.

But because of this, unlike the usual fatty beef, this kind of beef when grilled on the grill is chewier and more flavorful without losing its original oily aroma.

But these cattle could not have come from their own family.

Of course, some smaller families may be able to gather these things, so it’s nothing.

In this remote place relative to the ocean.

Naturally, we would not leave the Yellow River carp with its earthy smell.

Plenty of oysters sizzle on the grill pan.

From time to time, a maid would take it down and bring it to the noble.

There were a few pitch-black sea cucumbers, which the nobleman asked the maid to put into his mouth with a smile.

The meat is as big as a child's buttocks, five inches long with a belly inside, no mouth or eyes, and three full legs. It is roasted and eaten.

He also took the opportunity to touch the maid beside him.

After the dried abalone is soaked, it is stewed into soup.

Sometimes there are delicacies that others have never seen.

Of course, relatively speaking, these are nothing more than food.