Release that Witch

The rotation system does not matter for villages or small towns with small population density, but the land around the big cities is tense. In this way, it is equivalent to wasting land. Places like Silver City, Falling Dragon Ridge and Wangdu import large quantities of food from other towns every month.

The first step in using human and animal fat is to collect them first. This is why Roland decided to establish a public toilet as soon as possible. At the same time, it can also reduce the spread of disease and beautify the living environment. It is a multi-pronged measure. After the remaining batches of personnel were shipped, the toilet was almost completed. As for how to compost, how to cultivate the land, he decided to choose a group of experienced old farmers to teach separately in a few days. After all, the land is still in the leveling stage, and it will take at least a week to start farming.

After finishing the work at hand, he decided to go to the back garden to see the experimental field of the leaves.

Since the leaves have been studied for various types of seed improvement, all the places in the garden where flowers can be planted have been planted. She also divided the flower pond into a number of blocks and numbered them according to Roland's suggestion, and compared the developmental results of the two experimental crops.

When Roland just stepped into the yard, he was blinded by a golden wheat.

"His Royal Highness." When I saw the prince, the leaves on the edge of the flower pond rose up and gathered around the hair of the ear, and marched to the court.

"Is this the result of your improvement?" He waved his hand, indicating that the other party did not have to pay more, and walked over and excitedly picked up a heavy wheat ear and used his fingers to feel its full fruit.

He has no idea what the wheat can look like, but compared to the memory of the king's wheat field when he was a child, those wheat ears are not only smaller than the one in his hand, but also have a lot of particles.

The leaves nodded. "I will make the wheat ears bigger. After ripening the seeds, I will plant the new seeds into the flower ponds. I can get such wheat ears. But... repeat this process, after two or three rounds of sowing. It is very difficult to grow large and long ears of wheat. I don't know why."

Unfortunately, I can't help in this regard, Roland thought. According to his poor and poor junior high school biology knowledge, probably because of self-contained defects? Rice is grown in the south, and it is far from wheat. In order to increase production, seeds are also bought. However, it can be used for two generations. A wheat can produce more than 130 seeds. The first seeds are modified by leaves. Then the farmers can make their own seeds. You can at least use them. Two years.

"This piece, why is it empty?" Roland noticed a flower bed with only a few dry straws.

"I started to plant it there, maybe because it was planted too many times," the leaves said with uncertainty. "When I cast magic, wheat can grow fast, but after removing the magic, they will quickly wither."

It seems that the magically transformed plants continue to grow and still need the land to supply nutrients, and some trace elements are still essential. Roland walked to the last flower bed. The shape of the wheat planted here was very strange. There were several clusters of blue wheat ears hanging on the straw of one arm, and several branches were stretched in the center of the stalk. The branches were covered with green leaves. Therefore, the size of each wheat is also relatively large, and only two plants are planted in the flower beds.

This is the magical version of the wheat tree that Roland asked the leaves to try.

The direction he envisioned was to make wheat like a banana tree, bear fruit from the branches, and harvest it regularly every year, thus eliminating the trouble of planting the fields, growing more green leaves, improving photosynthesis, and reducing Land requirements. At present, the thick wheat straw and branches are slightly occupied, and only the wheat growing from the branches does not conform to the original idea. Or, let the leaves try to improve towards the vines? Roland thought, after all, she had never seen a real banana tree, and the grape was not a rare product in the Grey Fort. If there is a contrast, it should be easier to imitate.

“The seeds of these three wheats cannot be used for sowing,” said the leaf. “I tried, and the wheat seeds could not germinate after they went down. But it did repeat the results. The wheat you saw was already in the second batch. ""

Being unable to germinate means that each wheat tree is unique and needs to be modified by the leaves. The current planting value is not great. "You have done a very good job. The variety of the barley ear is called the gold one. I will leave a test field on the south bank of the Chishui River for you. I will cover it with fences and partitions. You will ripen a batch of gold one as soon as possible. No., used for this spring planting," Roland said. "As for the garden, I will continue to use it to improve new varieties. I just came up with a lot of ideas. Not only the wheat crop, but also the grapes."

Unfortunately, the leaves can only understand the characteristics of a crop from a macro level: for example, the fruit is rich, the taste is sweet, the branches are dense, etc... If she can understand the micro level, can she directly manipulate the genes and make subtle and precise adjustments? ? For example, plants can absorb photostatter other than visible light such as ultraviolet light, x-rays, and even ionizing radiation for photosynthesis, and directly produce energy storage materials such as starch, glucose, and sucrose, so that people can grow crops directly in the culture tank.

In the evening, the four princes ignited a bonfire along the Chishui River, causing Carter and the guards to gather all the serfs. A pot of pots was transported to the area by the people, and it was placed on a new simple clay stove to make fire and porridge.

The serfs looked at the new master who was facing the bonfire and his figure was dragged out of the long shadow by the fire, and he lowered his head in fear. There are also some daring, still looking at the prince from time to time.

Roland stood in front of the campfire and announced his own regulations to more than a thousand people.

"I am Roland Wimbledon, the four princes of the Grey Fort, the lords of Bentham Town, and the owners of the West!"

"To bring you here, I want to tell you that it is your luck to come to this territory! You can get rid of your current status and status if you work hard!"

"Yes, I will give you a chance to get rid of slavery and become a free man!"

The serf suddenly sounded awkward. What do the free people mean? These serfs know very well that they can no longer be cruelly abused by their owners. They don’t have to be forced to endless farming. The crops produced in the fields don’t have to be turned over to the owners, their sons and daughters. Can be separated from the identity of the serf.

After waiting for a moment, Roland continued to say: "From tomorrow, each of you will be assigned to a fixed land, and someone will guide you how to cultivate to harvest more wheat. In the first year, the harvest in the field You can keep 30% and pay 70% to Bianbu Town. The best harvest will be promoted to free people!"

"After becoming a free agent, your family can be exempted from slavery. As for whether to continue farming or to find other businesses in the town, it is up to you to decide. If you choose to cultivate, you will receive 20% of the food as a rent. The remaining 80% is at your disposal. If you are working for another job, the field will be returned to the lord. Of course, there is no need to pay any food!"

When the words came out, there was only one breath of breathing on the scene. At this moment, I suddenly did not know who shouted. "His Royal Highness, are you all true?"

"Of course," Roland said in a word, "As a lord, I never deceive my people."

"His Royal Highness," someone could not help but whisper, and then the voice quickly became high, "Long live the Prince!"

A serf in the front row screamed with shouts, followed by a second person, a third person...

Until the middle of the field, the black pressure is on, and the voices are getting more and more, more and more. The voices of the people eventually merged into the same rhythm. "His Majesty is merciful! Long live the Prince!"

Since I have an echo, I don’t need to trust it anymore, the prince thought.

He clap his hands and tell the guard behind him, "Open the meal!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read. )