"Yes, it's terraces."

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded: "Digging canals in the plain, introducing dry land canals for thousands of miles; on the hills, terraces can be reclaimed and high embankments can be built to conserve water sources. Low-lying places are used as natural water storage places and digging them into the canal entrances

, so that the waterways can reach all directions."

"Hills, depressions, and dry soil are all good. If the planting is successful, rice flowers will be thousands of miles away, frogs will roar and birds will be happy, and then mulberry fruits will be planted on the edge of the ridge, strengthen the ridge and increase grain, and keep the water and soil safe, so that the people will not lose their lives.

Happy. If you do this, there are more than two thousand living people?"

Cheng Zhiyuan compared a gesture of two, but he was already stunned when he heard it.

There are countless living people. If they are really as the Lord of the Mountain God said, then there will be no hunger in the world again, and the world will be a paradise. People can eat enough and no longer have to eat without eating.

"This...is this really OK?"

The red heart of looking at me was beating, and the high-pitched emotions were better than thousands of words. In the hazy, it seemed as if I could see the vast fertile fields and thousands of acres of fertile land in the mouth of the mountain god.

Cheng Zhiyuan was behind his hands, and he had always been stern, but indirectly he also gave him a sense of dignity in his heart.

Although he looks cute and majestic as a young man.

"The fragrance of rice flowers says good harvest, and listen to the sound of frogs."

Cheng Zhiyuan said with emotion, as if he had also seen the boundless green rice fields.

What is the paradise like?

In ancient times, hunger and food, thirst and drink, wear clothes, sleep and have a place to live, be at peace and fear tigers and wolves, and do not have to worry about the enemy's harassment. This is probably the life that the ancestors yearned for at first.

"But before that, you must study hard and learn these technologies so that you can benefit the people and your tribe. With a population, you will have productivity, and this cycle is repeated..."

"There are also rice. With more rice, more shells will be added. In this way, the scale of raising chickens can be expanded... You can raise more chickens, and then lay eggs for chickens, and eggs will be reborn..."

Ideals are beautiful. Of course, there may be a little difficulty in operation, but it doesn’t matter. These are the most basic things and can be optimized and operated in a poor and careless situation.

It’s like choosing good-quality grains to keep them combined and give birth to better offspring. Isn’t this how the valleys come from?

"And if you continue like this, you will farm in one season and harvest rice in three seasons. The climate of Nanyu Mountain is suitable for planting rice. You can do what I said. You only need good weather and rain for three years to ensure three harvests a year."

Cheng Zhiyuan was very serious and was telling the truth. The weather on Nanyu Mountain is close to the South China Sea and this land is enough to harvest rice three times a year. It can be said to be a fertile land given by heaven.

It's just to see if the people who live here will play.

The Lisin family occupied fertile land and distributed the low-lying and hilly areas here to the Liansin family. This is also the normal means of rule for the large tribes. It is not a big oppression. After all, you have fled here thousands of miles away, and the Lisin family can give you

A large area of ​​land is for you to farm, and you are taken in, and you promised to protect you, but you only have to pay them tribute to food every year. This is already a tribe with great kindness.

Otherwise, you have more than 2,000 people in your small tribe, and the population is more than 50,000, and the warriors are estimated to be more than 10,000. There are many tribes that depend on him, all of which may be 30,000.

The above forces.

What are your two thousand people enough for?

If Lishen is unhappy, you can fully raise your Lianhuan as a slave. The power of the large tribe is fully reflected. Now Lishen not only recognizes Lianhuan as a refugee, but also

Dividing the land and the seeds was a perfect end in ancient times.

Lian Yun had nothing to do with Lishen, so he fled here and was willing to take him in, which was already a great kindness.

Cheng Zhiyuan doesn’t think it’s bullying, and he doesn’t think so either.

Of course, no one in the Wu family thinks so. Now they have a field to farm, and they already think that it will be a blessing in dissatisfaction.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at Xuxing and induced: "Think about it, you can eat fried rice every meal. What kind of happy life is that?"

The girl's eyes were straightened, and she was even dazed in her mind. Just by mentioning the three words, it seemed that there was infinite magic to attract her.

“This is too luxurious…”

Wang murmured to himself and fell into beautiful fantasies.

"Right, right? So, you will go down the mountain and take your tribe with you and tell them that following my method, and within three years, Lian Wu's family will be able to recover their vitality. There are rice in Kurakura and eggs every time."

"In another ten years, you will have the capital to rise. Ten years will be enough to make your Lian Yun grow and grow."

Cheng Zhiyuan guided the topic in the right direction. Now, let Lian Yun follow him and become a commoner under his rule. He quickly let Shen Pengma grow up and restore his vitality. This is the main purpose.

"When you have enough food, you have to think about wearing it. The people of your tribe still use animal skins as their clothes. Although the coat on your body is simple, I think this should be the most expensive thing in your tribe."

"Otherwise, it won't be worn on you as a sacrifice."

Looking up, he was about to say that Lord Shan Shen was going to let him go, and then he reacted to his clothes, and felt a little embarrassed and ashamed.

The offerings dedicated to Lord Shan God were only wearing the most humble marinade, but compared to other people in the tribe... others were wearing animal skins.

In ancient times, when Laozu raised silkworms and drew silk cocoons, the real scale of the sliver was expanded in the Shang Dynasty, because it required the support of agriculture, and agriculture was prosperous and the textile industry could flourish.

Of course, there is also A, which requires iron smelting. In this era, people rarely use iron tools, so they would stare at the eyes when they saw the iron pot that day because she didn't know what material it was made of.

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Cheng Zhiyuan's sharp ears moved.

"I hope, would you like to be my witch?"

I almost lost my head by these vast knowledge. Fortunately, she always had the awareness of being a sacrifice. The previous excitement disappeared without a trace at this moment, and her face instantly changed from flush to white.

I was so scared that I knelt down directly!

"Master Shan God!"

She was frightened, which made Cheng Zhiyuan stunned for a moment.

Why don't you want to do this?

Can this work be carried out?

Of course, in fact, Hope will give an explanation soon.

"Mr. Mountain God, I am just a sacrifice. The Ms. Mountain God did not eat me, and also taught me the knowledge of farming. This is something that the witches in the tribe will not teach us, but my status is low, and I am not noble in the tribe.

Bloodline, if Lord Shan God wants to choose a witch, he should........"

Cheng Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was not that he didn't want to do it, but he didn't dare to do it. It was easy to deal with. If he had enough salary, he would not have a big problem to do ideological work.

"What should we do? We should choose the child of the witch or his disciple in Lianhuan's family?"

Cheng Zhiyuan's majesty in appearance was indeed serious, and he clearly told Wang:

"Listen, there is a kind of power in the world that guides the trajectory of sentient beings. This power is called...'Fate'."

Looking down, but she listened clearly to Cheng Zhiyuan's words in her ears.

"By fate, God asked you to come to me, otherwise your fate would be swallowed by those barbarian gods and turned into blood. This is your fate. You should seize him instead of taking this opportunity

Give it to the stupid witch.”

"What can he do? Can he help you bring the tribe to prosperity? Can he tell you how to farm better? Well, maybe he knows that little bit, but does he have more than I know?"

"In his own hands, it is that pitiful fur!"

Wang slowly raised his head, with tears in his eyes, while Cheng Zhiyuan continued to induce: "Then tell you, if you go down the mountain, you will hand over the position of this witch to that witch, instead of adding it to yourself as I want.

On the head, then I will not protect you, and you will be killed by me."

"A fool does not deserve knowledge, it is a waste, it is practice."

Looking at her teeth, Cheng Zhiyuan's voice seemed to have a kind of bewitching power. She was shaken, and the wavering was extremely huge, and this was directly proposed by Lord Shan Shen.

It is indeed the case, this is what Lord Shan God said.

So, when she spoke and said the three words I would like, Cheng Zhiyuan finally laughed.

Okay, I will pass the plan to a newcomer. I will definitely not have the high loyalty and great ability. I don’t have the time to teach another person I never want to do. The saying of fate is also correct.
Chapter completed!