Autumn is here.

The leaves in the forest turn yellow and the grass in the fields wither.

In the farmland, the golden wheat waves roll like waves under the breeze.

The heavy wheat ears pressed the wheat straw so hard that they could hardly lift their heads up.

Passing by this farmland, looking at the golden wheat fields of full, round grains, and each plant has thirty or forty grains of wheat. None of the farmers in Rose Town are attracted to the sight.

Gradually, the harvest time was coming, and more and more farmers were watching and discussing the farmland. The heated discussion even reached the ears of the Lord Baron Connor. The Lord, with his family and several knights, came to the edge of the farmland, watching this scene in disbelief.

"Oh God, the output of these lands is at least 10 tarons (1 taron ≈ 20kg). Some miracle must have happened on this land. Only the power of God can make so many ears of wheat grow in this land!"

A noble woman wearing a cloaked long tunic and her lower skirt was supported by a huge skirt, revealing her snowy chest, exclaiming, covering her lips and exclaiming.

"Mom, the housekeeper Bunold said that this land may also be cast by the witches with black magic. Only the witch's black magic can make a land that has never grown so much food, and suddenly so much food grows. So these foods are all the fruits of the devil, so they must be burned!"

Next to the noble woman, a little boy, who was one or six years old and had many small freckles on his face, shouted.

"Is that true, Bunold?" the noble woman asked the housekeeper with confusion.

The short and fat butler Bunodha lowered his waist and said flatteringly: "Dear Mrs. Madeline, I think this should be the case. This land has not grown so much food in twenty years. Moreover, I heard that Little Ryan, who planted this land, is just a six-year-old child, how could he do something that adults could not do? Some time ago, Little Ryan did a lot of strange and absurd things in the town. He actually picked up all the dirty and unpleasant feces at his home. Everyone in the town suspected that it must be a witch and secretly confused Little Ryan with black magic!"

Bunode reached a conclusion with confidence.

"Is that so? God, I didn't expect that those evil witches would not even let go of a six-year-old child." Mrs. Madeline covered her chest with a frightened look on her face.

"Kyle, go and bring it to Little Ryan. I have something to ask him." Baron Conner realized the seriousness of the problem and said to a blonde knight beside him.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

...

After a while, Zhou Ming, who looked at him with "terror" in his eyes, was taken to Baron Connor by the Knight.

"Little Ryan, say! Are the witches using black magic? Are you secretly controlled by the witches?" Baron Connor asked with a serious face.

Zhou Ming lay tremblingly on the ground, kowtowed constantly, "No Lord, no Lord! No witches cast black magic on me, I have planted these wheat myself."

"Dare you lie in front of me? Say, who is the witch who controls you?" Baron Connor's face flashed with a hint of resentment, and his right hand was already placed on the sword handle.

"Dear, little Ryan is just a child, don't scare him like this."

As a mother of three children, Madeline, who is full of maternal glamorous maternal nature, persuaded her husband, squatted down slightly, pulled Zhou Ming up, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said kindly and kindly: "Little Ryan, tell me, how did you plant this wheat field?"

Zhou Ming then stopped crying and told all the reasons and consequences of planting this wheat field.

“Cow dung?”

"You mean that after using cow dung for this piece of land, the wheat grew like this?"

"Impossible, Little Ryan is lying! No matter how powerful the cow dung is, it is impossible to plant four acres of grain for one acre of land." Butler Bunod denied it flatly.

"It's true! I saw many places with cow dung. The grass next to it grew very tall and dense, so I thought: If I put these cow dung into the wheat field, would the wheat grow like those grasses? I collected all the cow dung and sheep dung, crushed them a little, and applied a little under each wheat seedling. So, wouldn't these wheat be tall and dense?"

Zhou Ming’s explanation, and everyone around him nodded when he heard it. This explanation seemed to make some sense.

Several knights also searched on the nearby grassland. Sure enough, cow dung or other animal feces were found more or less in many overgrown places.

"What a smart little Ryan!"

Madlyn picked up Zhou Ming, and Bobo kissed him several times on the face. He looked at the five or six-year-old freckled boy pouted and snorted heavily.

"Although what you said makes sense, whether cow dung is useful or not has to be used in the field before you know it. If it is useless, Little Ryan, do you know the consequences?"

Baron Conner actually believed what the six-year-old boy said, but looking at this little boy who seemed to be too smart, Baron Conner felt a strange feeling in his heart, and always felt that this little boy was different from other people in the territory, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"Thank you, Lord Baron, Lord Baron!"

Zhou Ming, who knew that he had been let go, immediately kowtowed with gratitude... He also breathed a sigh of relief. This level finally passed.

Soon, with the "enthusiastic help" of many townspeople, Zhou Ming's six acres of wheat fields were harvested, threshed and bagged in just half a day.

Put it on the scale and it was a slight exclamation. Six acres of wheat fields cost 70 tarons of grain, and the output was four times that of ordinary wheat fields!

Zhou Ming was quite satisfied: "The land in this world is not as barren as I thought. I just slightly improved the planting method and applied more fertilizer. The yield per mu can reach more than 460 kilograms. The potential for yield improvement is still very large. Farming in this world is definitely very promising!"

However, Zhou Ming also knew that every man was guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. The lords and men in this world were not good at it. It doesn’t matter if they planted the fields well without violating their fundamental interests. If they violated their fundamental interests and let the other party have the idea of ​​eliminating their "threat" and changing their strategies and how to survive became the top priority at that time.

Now he has planted several acres of good land, mainly to solve the problem of food and clothing, and also to explore the way.

After 70 Taron's barley, after handing over 42 of Taron's barley to the tax officer Dillac, the remaining 28 Taron's barley belonged to him. Zhou Ming asked several kind neighbors to help transport it to his house. Seeing the barley piles full of food that he and his sister had for a year, he felt much more at ease.

After two days, after Mrs. Madeline of the Lord's Fort, after hearing that Zhou Ming's family was left with him and a three-year-old sister, she shed a few tears in sympathy and asked the servant to send a large bag of flour and a piece of bacon... Although this was some sympathetic component inside, it was also not the little reward that the Lord Baron Connois acquiesced to give after Zhou Ming discovered the secret of increasing cow dung production.

Soon after, more and more people picked up cow dung in the town. They even began to imitate Zhou Ming's family and dug a cessation pit at the door.
Chapter completed!