The southwest of the Kingdom of Fire and the border with the Kingdom of Sichuan is compared to the barren period of the war a few years ago. At this time, there are already traces of people's lives here, but on the barren land, the cultivated fields and crops are not growing well.

There is only one or two acres of farmland. The crops are not only growing well, but also the rice planted is not suitable for this desertified land. However, at this time, the rice is full of fruits.

An old farmer walked slowly on this small field, lowered his head and said nothing, allowing the ears to whip on his clothes.

The sun was also looking at him, and the hot sunlight seemed to express encouragement or dissatisfaction with the old farmer's behavior. However, in the eyes of the old farmer, there was only the rice that was swaying in the rice fields by the strong wind, but still stood up.

In the distance, an old lady walked towards the field, but she stopped before she entered the field because she knew that this small farmland was the most precious thing for men, and the wind and water were touched, but others could not do it.

"Mr. Yuan, are you still sending your letter today?"

The old lady shouted into the fields. The old farmer who had been bowing his head and intoxicated by the fragrance of soil and crops finally woke up, nodded, and said, "Send it, send it every day until there is a response."

As he spoke, he also walked out of the farmland and walked towards his home with the old lady. On the way, the old lady asked in confusion: "Mr. Yuan, your letter has not been received, why did you insist on sending it?"

Mr. Yuan sighed and said, "Zhezi, the Kingdom of Fire is very rich, but it is also very poor. Some people have big fish and meat, but some people can't even afford rice. The years when I ate the most were in the years of the war in the previous few years.

Without that person's support, perhaps even if we were not implicated in the war, we would have starved to death long ago.

I want to change all this, because besides me, there must be more people who are hungry. I have no ability, but I also want to use every effort I have to fill people's stomachs."

Takako didn't say anything, but the sorrow on her face did not disappear at all. Her husband was a good person, but their family was so poor that they could not even afford to send a letter.

"Has the price increased again?"

In the afternoon, Mr. Yuan was having a lunch break in the hut. Tshezi held a letter and several coins. There was a messenger in front of her. The messenger nodded and said helplessly:

"The post office purchased new transportation tools, which are faster and safer, but... forget it, this time it's better to follow the previous price. After all, you must have something to worry about when you send letters every day."

Hearing the messenger's words, Takako held the coin's hand, and she tried harder and her wrinkles were stretched open. She knew that the messenger would use her own money to make up for the gap. She knew that this was not good, but for her husband's dream...

"Please, I will prepare enough money from tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the messenger nodded, took the letter and coins from Tsawazi's hand, turned around and took out the most expensive stamp and posted it on the envelope, so that at least the person receiving the letter could receive the letter in person.

When Mr. Yuan finished his lunch break, he picked up his farm tools and looked at his smiling wife. For some reason, he felt a little guilty. He stood at the door, looked at the mature rice field and said:

"Let's eat rice tonight, they're thoroughly ripe."

"But...isn't that meant to show it to that person?"

"Then we have to live until the day he came. Besides, even if we don't eat it, a rain... after a rain, the rice will be gone, so I'll harvest some."

When Mr. Yuan said it rained, he unconsciously shook his head, saying that it would not rain here.

At night, the couple ate the full rice and showed the simplest and happiest smile on their faces. The letter was also moving quickly towards Konoha. Perhaps it was time for that person to receive this letter.

A few days later, on the first floor of the Luming Building in Konoha Village, a messenger was holding hundreds of letters. In front of him was a staff member responsible for the distribution and processing of the Luming Group's letters. The staff member was also used to the hundreds of letters sent every day.

She quickly picked out letters from each subsidiary, and then threw the letters written to Nara Kame into the shredder beside her. She repeated such work every day.

The reason why the letters sent to Nara Shimizu were dealt with was very simple, because those letters were harassment, either asking for money, or recommending a pillow seat, or even threatening letters were inside.

When the staff finished processing the letter, they looked up at the messenger in confusion and said, "Why don't you leave today? Do you want to ask me out for fun? Junpingjun? I have no arrangements for the weekend."

The messenger, known as Junpei Jun, blushed his face and then shook his head quickly. A trace of disappointment flashed invisible in the staff's eyes. Junpei took out a letter and said, "Miss Ari Nara, there is another letter here for Lord Nara Kamenara."

Nara Ari reached out to grab the letter and was about to throw it into the shredder. Junpei reached out to grab her wrist. The two looked at each other, their faces red. Junpei quickly took the letter back, then let go of Nara Ari's wrist and said:

"This is a letter that Lord Nara Shimizu must sign and cannot be broken. And you also know that this person has been sent for more than two consecutive years, so you can help inform me."

Nara Airi said helplessly, "But Lord Lu Ming said he would not sign for the private letter..."

As she said that, she saw the pleading on the courier's handsome face. She thought about it and evaluated the result. Nara Ai said, "Let's do this, he is not in the company. Come and find me in the afternoon. I will take you to his house. By the way, I will get off work at half past five."

Junping nodded and said, "Okay, I'll come to you at half past five, I'll go and deliver the letter first."

After saying that, Chunping left in a hurry. As he said, he still had a lot of work to complete.

It was five-thirty in the afternoon, and the messenger was waiting at the door. Nara Ari and several women of the same Nara clan walked out. Looking at Junpei who was holding a box in his hand and heading towards Nara Ari, the other women all started to make a fuss.

"Wuhu~ It seems that a good girl won't go home to sleep tonight~"

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm just helping him find Lord Lu Ming."

Nara Ari red face, walked two steps quickly, grabbed Junpei's sleeve, walked a few steps quickly, and after passing a corner, she said, "Why are you coming to me with something?"

Chunping scratched his head and said, "Please help me, shouldn't I buy some gifts for you?"

"Don't waste money, your salary is not as high as mine. I really want to thank me. It's better to invite me to watch a movie."

"Then I'll invite you to watch a movie on the weekend."

"Let's talk about it on the weekend! Now I'll take you to Lord Lu Ming's house first."

Nara Ari blushed and almost trotted towards Nara Quini's house. Junpei followed behind. Soon, the two of them arrived in front of Nara Quini's house.

Nara was breathing. She was not a ninja and did not engage in physical labor like Junpei. This distance was still a bit far for her. She usually had to walk for a long time and had to eat some snacks on the way to replenish her calories.

With a breath of breath, she looked at Chunping who had already taken out the letter, then rang the doorbell. Soon, the door was opened, and Ye Cang looked at the two of them with some confusion. She quickly identified their identities and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Airi Nara took the initiative to say: "Lord Yekura, there is a letter sent to Lord Lu Ming, which is of the highest safety specification. I have to sign for it myself. I have no right to deal with it..."

Ye Cang nodded and said, "Wait a minute."

After saying that, she turned around and entered the room. After a while, her hair was wet, she was wearing a bathrobe, and there was even some foam behind her ears. She walked out in slippers.

"Lord Lu Ming, this is your letter, and you need to sign it for it myself."

Nara Aili hints at Suzu. He knows how to hand the letter to Nara Quini. Nara Quini nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, he walked into the house, looking at the signature and address, which was not what he knew, so he wanted to throw the letter into the trash can at the door. Chunpu now mustered up the courage and said, "Mr. Lu Ming!"

Nara Qu Ming stopped his movements and looked at Junpei in confusion. Junpei explained: "Sir Luming, this person has been sending you letters for more than two years. I think it must be something important..."

As he spoke, his voice became weaker, as if his tone of Nara Quini was a little wrong, but Nara Quini didn't think so much. Looking at the rough envelope, he had a most expensive stamp attached. He thought about it, nodded and said, "I will take a look, thank you for your hard work."

Chunping then breathed a sigh of relief. Like his colleagues on the other side, he also had a deep impression of Mr. Yuan's family. Since he became a messenger, this family has been delivering messages, and he also felt that it must be something important.

Nara Quini walked home, closed the door, and sat on the sofa. Yekura came over, picked up the towel that Nara Quini had put on his neck, wiped off the foam behind his ears, and asked, "Whose letter was it?"

"have no idea."

Nara Quini said, then opened the envelope. The letter paper inside was as rough as it was. The texture made Nara Quini a little strange. Why did he use such cheap letter paper but use expensive and extremely low-cost-performance stamps.

Unfolded the letter paper, the ink soaked in cheap letter paper, making the handwriting a little difficult to distinguish. However, Nara Shimizu still read it carefully, and Ye Kura also looked at the letter, and then said incredible:

"Rice yield per mu is 600 kilograms? Or is it in that kind of place? How is it possible?"

However, Nara Shimizu did not respond. Yekura only saw the data, but he focused on the method described in the letter, expelling males between different rice and then performing artificial pollination.

Nara Shimi is not very familiar with agriculture, but he has memories of these basic contents. If the memory is not wrong, this should be the easiest way to cross crops.

But it is simple but complicated. The workload of Nara Kazunaga's scalp is numb just by thinking about it.

He was not surprised that the yield per mu of 600 kilograms was not much. If the person who wrote to him was really constantly cultivating this way, then the yield per mu of 600 kilograms was not the upper limit.

After seeing this information and reading the letter again, Nara Luming felt a different feeling. What he saw was a passionate heart. The letter even said that if Nara Luming was willing to implement this method, Mr. Yuan was willing to give out his cultivation seeds, plants, and methods for free.

Yekura looked at Nara Shimizu's increasingly serious and serious expression and asked, "Is this true?"

In her perception, it is impossible for rice to reach a yield of 600 kilograms per mu, let alone desert areas like the southwest border, but she also knows that Nara Shiming is a scientific researcher who is as famous as Orochimaru.

Therefore, she was even more surprised at this moment. Is there really a way to allow rice to grow lushly in the desert?

Nara Tamari folded the letter paper, stood up and said, "You can help pack a few meals, I'm going to find Lord Orochimaru."

After saying that, he rushed upstairs to change his clothes. Although Ye Cang was still a little puzzled, he quickly took out the lunch box and quickly packed the meal he had just prepared.

After changing his clothes, Nara Shimizu took the lunch box, said goodbye and quickly headed towards Orochimaru's laboratory. This time, he didn't even have time to ring the doorbell.

Orochimaru looked at Nara Quini who suddenly appeared, and was a little dissatisfied, but seeing Nara Quini's anxious and excited expression on his face, he temporarily let go of his dissatisfaction and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sir Orochimaru, look at this letter."

Nara Tamari said, opening the lunch box. Orochimaru looked at it and sat down, reading the letter while eating the dishes. But soon, his chopsticks stopped moving. Although he was still holding it, he did not move.

After a long time, Orochimaru asked, "This...is this really possible? If this is true, then the food will be worthless."

"It's better to be worthless, Lord Orochimaru, do you know how much food consumption is for the people of the Fire Country? On average, it has reached 40% of the family income."

When Orochimaru heard this, he frowned. He never knew that food consumption would account for such a high proportion. This is normal. After all, Orochimaru had wars or missions in other places except Konoha, and had no life at all.

Therefore, in his perception, the villagers of Konoha can afford food at will, but it is not so easy to spread to the entire Fire Country. With many people ploughing, this consumption still accounts for such a high proportion.

This is extremely abnormal. Many farming families even need to buy other foods after selling the crops they cultivated.

The villagers of Konoha can afford the tax, but people in other places do not have such high incomes.

"Do you want to invite him over? This Mr. Yuan?"

"No, I want to go over! Lord Orochimaru, where are you?"

Orochimaru looked around, paused for a few seconds, then nodded, and said, "I'll go with you too. I want to see people who can still maintain their passion for scientific research in that environment."

The two decided to deal with the work quickly, and then left Konoha without waiting for the night to pass.

After rushing endlessly, for only one or two nights, the two arrived at the place in the letter in the early morning. Looking at the sea of ​​rice in the two acres of fields, the two eyes were full of surprise and excitement.

"Who is it?!!"

The two walked into the farmland, but an old farmer appeared with a sickle, with a panic on his face. Looking at the man, Nara Quini said, "My name is Nara Quini, and the one next to me is Lord Orochimaru."

Hearing Nara Luming's self-introduction, the old farmer was stunned for several seconds, then threw down his sickle, and even burst into tears in his eyes, saying, "You are finally here! There will be no more starving people in this world."

"No, it's you that you will not be able to starve to death in this world, Mr. Yuan."
Chapter completed!