strokinit Chapter 213 The potato storm has appeared, how can it be stagnant...
Chapter 213 The potato storm has appeared, how can it be stagnant...
"Folks! Folks! The second newspaper is here! 99
The old chief of Yushu Village ran all the way back to the village, holding the newly printed Daqin Yaobao in his hand.
Judging from his vigorous appearance, he didn't look like an old man in his fifties at all.
Hearing the hooting of the old chief, the villagers put down their work and hurriedly ran towards the crooked-necked elm tree at the head of the village.
No more cultivation.
The linen is no longer woven.
The one who went to the toilet also raised his pants and ran, without shaving his butt.
Not that they want to hear the latest news.
But because of the production method of that song plough, it will be serialized in the second issue of the newspaper.
In case if I go late and I can't get the method of making this fairy furniture, I won't be able to cry at "six, two, three".
Seeing that almost all the people in the village had come, the old Li-chiu stood on the small mound and began to read newspapers to everyone.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was opposed by the villagers.
"Li Chang, we don't care about any news, let's talk about the Quyuan Plow quickly."
"Yes, yes, I still have life on earth.
"Li Chang, show us the Quyuan Plow."
"I haven't wiped my butt, just for this shovel."
shhhhhh...
The eyes of all the villagers fell on the man who did not wipe his butt.
Almost in an instant, within ten feet of the man's body, everyone pulled away from him.
The man touched his head and smiled, ignoring it.
Seeing that the villagers were so uncooperative, Lao Li said in a loud voice, "Folks, today's news is great news!"5
"You won't waste your time listening to it."
Hearing what the elder Li said, the villagers naturally didn't lose face.
After all, they are still in charge of the village.
Seeing that no one objected at last, the old lieutenant picked up the newspaper excitedly.
"Lingnan Victory! Territory expansion!
"Recently, the Qin army broke through..."
The villagers were not convinced at first.
But as the village chief read the news, the happy expressions on their faces were visible to the naked eye.
Great victory!
Really great victory!
They did not know what the movement of troops and horses would have on other fronts after they conquered Lingnan.
Just know that one less war is fought, and they can collect a little less tax and live a little better.
This is really great news!
The village chief also had a smile on his face, and continued: "This Lingnan area is a good place, there is no autumn and winter, only spring and summer, and the crops are very long. 99
"Ah? No autumn and winter?"
"Li Chang, you are fooling us all, there may be no autumn and winter in a year."
"That's right, is it possible that this God is still partial?"
The villagers laughed at what the old Lichang said, apparently not taking it to heart.
In the era of Daqin, most people's cognition was limited to one-third of their own land.
Plus the news is hard to circulate.
Therefore, different regions and different climates are common sense of later generations.
In their eyes at this time, it was so unbelievable.
The old man had a black face and scolded: "How do I know, it was written in the newspaper, could it be that His Majesty is still deceiving people?'""
Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and I don't dare to say more.
"Listen, the following is the real good news." A smile appeared on Lao Lichang's face again.
"There are immortals in Xianyang who came to the world and donated 8,000 catties of fairyland crops to Daqin. The second batch of crops has been planted in the major counties and villages around Xianyang."
The old lichang said about the crops in the fairyland, and the cheers of the villagers below could no longer be suppressed.
"Eight thousand catties! God opened his eyes!"
"It must be because I, Daqin, obeyed the will of God, so I sent down immortals to help Daqin!
"It is saved, our people are saved!
"Thank you immortal for your kindness, thank immortal.""
No one doubts this per-mu yield figure.
why?
I didn't read what it said above, it was the crops and food of the fairyland.
What is eight thousand catties per mu?
As long as you add a fairy or a god character, you mean that the yield per mu is 80,000 catties and they will believe it. . . .
The people of Daqin are good at this.
For superstitious things, no matter how outrageous they are, they will choose to believe.
Just like there is a saying in later generations.
The poorer the common sense, the more likely the perpetual motion machine exists.
That's probably what it means.
Afterwards, the village chief finally showed the villagers how to make the Quyuan plow that they dreamed of.
He also said that he would go back and make a few copies of the parts patterns recorded in the newspaper and distribute them to the villagers.
There are cheers from the village...
Scenes like this take place on the street corners of various villages.
The impact of the second issue of Daqin Yaobao even far exceeded that of the first issue.
The main reason is that there are too many breaking news in this issue of the newspaper.
After several years of fighting, the battle of Lingnan Baiyue was won, which was a waste of money and labor, and Daqin had a large treasure land for growing grain.
Potatoes, sweet potatoes and other high-yield crops have completely entered people's field of vision.
Such an exaggerated output inevitably arouses the suspicion of a small number of farm scholars.
But there are also people with good news, who have inquired about the news from the palace.
Eight thousand pounds, it's true!
Since then, the name of Xianyang Immortal has swept the entire Xianyang and surrounding counties like a storm.
But wherever newspapers cover 5.0, everyone knows about immortals...
On the vast plain, white tents stood up, forming a large-scale Huns tribe.
"Dad, look what I brought back!"
The sturdy Xiongnu man opened the curtain and walked into the tent.
There were seven people in the account, including an elderly couple who seemed to be the parents of the man.
And an equally strong and sturdy woman with two and a half children.
The old Xiongnu took the stack of hemp paper handed over by his son, with doubts in his eyes.
"What are the words on it?"
The Xiongnu man smiled and said, "I stole this from a Qin soldier who sneaked out. He said it was called a newspaper.