Otherworld, Razor Village.
Zhou Qingfeng burned most of the village to white ground with a torch, and most of the gangs in the village dispersed. But although the Black Forest is large, it has nowhere to be. Although the Razor Village is broken, it can shelter from the wind and rain anyway. So the gangsters from all walks of life returned one after another the next day.
The gangsters who came back found a careless orc in their broken old nest, and the latter took the lead in occupying the best house left in the village. If anyone is dissatisfied with him, he will use a big axe to chop the dissatisfied to death.
Razor Village is such a rule, as long as the strength is strong enough, anyone can be the leader, even an orc. The gathered bandits even felt that the orcs were better, and they would be more deterrent when going out to robbery in the future.
It's just that Todd is authentic and lazy. He carried a lot of jerky from the dragon's nest. He didn't have to worry about food or housing, and he didn't bother to think about other things. He didn't think of going to the mountain to bring some food down until he found that there was not much left in the jerky.
"That kid Victor has been staying on the mountain, and I don't know what he is doing?" Todd has no friends, he is always at ease, and he is used to it freely. Thinking of saving himself out of the goblin cage, and bringing him to see the young people of the dragon, he wanted to stop by.
Alatis has always lived in Razor Cliff. The gangsters in the village didn't know that the dragon had left, and didn't want to provoke him at all. Todd climbed up the mountain carrying an axe, and saw more than two dozen skeleton warriors actually put down their rust knives and instead planted on the hillside.
"Victor, what are you doing?" Todd felt insane.
The undead has always been an extremely annoying and terrifying existence that strangers should not enter. The negative energy they emit will erode the vitality of living people and seriously threaten lives.
Enissa controlled more than twenty skeleton warriors to give to Zhou Qingfeng, and she was also grateful for the other side's rescue. Let these bone racks be Zhou Qingfeng's hand-handlers-but Uncle Zhou was ingenious and let the skeletons farm the ground.
Can you imagine the sight of two dozen skeletons wielding a hoe and farming? Normal people can't imagine it. Anyway, Todd shook his head for a long time before confirming that he had read it right, which was too counterintuitive.
Zhou Qingfeng stood by the hillside plot, directing the free skeleton labor force to work. Seeing Todd, he just shrugged and said, "Didn't you say that dragon dung is useful? I just wanted to try if they can grow food. It turned out that this is indeed a very magic fertilizer.
It takes three to four months for normal rice to reach maturity at the shortest time. But in the dragon dung field, as long as the light and watering can keep up, five days is enough. There is water on this mountain and plenty of light, so I want to grow land. "
This is actually to use time as much as possible to maximize the effectiveness of dragon dung. Skeletons are too weak to exist for a long time, and will be worn out within half a year, so it is better to let them work as much as possible.
In the real world, Zhou Qingfeng solved the problem of living by himself. He spent money to let the old Uncle Jiang from the next village drive a tractor to reclaim about five acres of farmland that had been washed away by mountain torrents. This is already a large piece of land.
Because these fields are covered with mud and sand, they are not suitable for growing rice, but peanuts are quite good. Zhou Qingfeng collected materials from the alien world and made many rattan baskets and wooden baskets. At night, he asked the skeletons to transport the dragon dung from the alien world to the cultivated fields.
In order to give full play to the effectiveness of dragon dung, the skeleton'farmer' mixes the sand and dragon dung in the field. It took half a month before and after to spread as much as possible five acres of land.
The evil dragon Alatis could not even think of his death, and all the shit he had made this year was used by his enemies to enrich the land. The big dung pit has been emptied, and there is no waste left, it is spread on the hillside outside the cave and planted with vegetables.
Due to the lack of tractors and the uneven mountain slopes, Zhou Qingfeng only planted about one-third of the land. But pumpkins, eggplants, peppers, beans, radishes, and cucumbers in the ground grow faster than flowers. The yellow, green, blue, and purple ones are very beautiful.
Due to the magical effect of fertility, all the vegetables in this field mature every three days, taking turns.
Twenty-odd skeletons are exhausted every day, either growing peanuts on five acres of land in the real world, or growing vegetables on the hillsides of another world. It doesn't look too big, more than 300 square meters, the vegetables grown can't be harvested every day-dragon dung has the effect of increasing production.
For nearly half a month, a dozen baskets full of vegetables have been delivered to reality every day. Zhou Qingfeng had to reinforce his original dilapidated house slightly to store the harvested vegetables and peanuts.
In fact, this vegetable plot in the alien world is still easy to deal with, after all, there is only five points of land. But the reality of five acres of peanut fields is terrifying. Harvesting one crop in five days is surprisingly fast. The gross yield per mu of peanuts in shell is still very high, roughly estimated to be 3000 catties.
You must know that ordinary peanut fields have an output of 500 catties, and intensive cultivation only has a thousand catties. The peanuts produced by Zhou Qingfeng are not only large in yield, but also large and plump, they are indeed top-grade.
With continuous cultivation and continuous harvesting, the dragon manure field still maintains abundant fertility. Zhou Qingfeng estimated that within three months, he would not worry about the harvest, but instead was overwhelmed by more than two dozen skeleton farmers.
In order to make rational use of labor, five acres of peanut fields had to be planted separately. One acre is planted at a time, and one acre is harvested.
In addition, I have to worry about how to sell those peanuts with mud and shells. After all, the storage space of that dilapidated building is limited. One and a half tons of shelled peanuts are produced in five days per mu of land, and the warehouse will soon burst out—there are more than twenty skeletons just planting peanuts and pulling peanuts every night. coming.
It’s just that Zhou Qingfeng’s pioneering work seems too rebellious to Todd. He rushed up and shouted, "Victor, you are a brave man facing the dragon, how can you be willing to be a lowly man?" Farmer?"
"It's okay to be a farmer." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the fields producing vegetables and peanuts every day, feeling really super happy. The full harvest made people feel extremely happy, and he felt that there was nothing more happy than this.
"No, no." Todd shook his huge head. "You are a man braver than me. You are the greatest man I have ever seen. How can you be willing to be an unfamiliar farmer? This is absolutely No way.
I should take you to explore a wider world, to challenge more terrifying enemies, and to accomplish impossible accomplishments. It is too boring to be a farmer on this hill. You see, these skeleton warriors have become less terrible, they have all become degenerate. "
Please, the undead is depraved.
Todd couldn't help but said, pulling Zhou Qingfeng and leaving, "You follow me down the mountain, this Razor Village is not a good place, I know where to go? We must become a legend!"
Zhou Qingfeng was dragged and staggered, and was still yelling, "Wait, let me finish this vegetable. Today, the radish is so good. If you don't collect it, you will waste it."
Todd still has to talk...
"Wait, I have to take my skeleton farmer anyway. What a great free labor, it would be too wasteful not to bring it." Zhou Qingfeng was still shouting.
The orc let go, but seriously corrected: "Victor Hugo, your skeletons are not farmers, they are terrible undead. You are not a farmer, you are an incomparable brave, you must create miracles. !"
Zhou Qingfeng could not refute Todd's indisputable words directly. He only muttered in his heart: "What's so bad about farming? Probably my talent is to keep farming, so that others have no field to grow. until."