Could it be true that buckwheat doubles its seeds
After climbing over two slippery steep slopes, crossing a section of muddy water, drilling through a thorny thorn, and walking through a long and winding valley, an open valley finally appeared in front of the team.
I can't remember how many times I exhaled heavily, but the messenger was the first to climb up the slightly raised valley mouth as usual.
The field of vision suddenly opened up.
The familiar village of Akeli...
and many more!
The not-so-familiar village of Aikeli was instantly imprinted in the eyes of the messenger.
"Buckwheat doubles its seeds, it's true."
After standing there for dozens of seconds, Ante murmured this sentence.
There is no need for him to remind.
When the messenger was in a daze, Knight Harvey, Knight Harvey was the two most experienced police officers on the safety belt of the team, the two smartest cowherd helpers selected for the treatment of the cattle, and the legendary bee magic spell. The five strong serfs brought in exchange, as well as the two little guys who came to find food in another place, have set foot on the only valley entrance of this Akeli village connected to the outside world.
A group of twelve people, the first moment they walked out of the valley, and the first moment they saw the village of Akeli, everyone opened their eyes involuntarily, just like Ante.
Facing the direction of the valley, there are six or seven scattered small buckwheat fields that are strange in shape, uneven, narrow and cramped, and the most spacious one can only accommodate two people working at the same time.
This is a very common situation. In a feudal agricultural society with low productivity, as long as the lord does not prohibit it, every land that can be cultivated, or has the opportunity to be cultivated, will be developed as much as possible to provide a source of food.
Of course, limited by water sources, soil quality, fertility, distance, safety, labor efficiency, etc... No matter which village you are in, this kind of land is the one that is least valued and the least amount of labor is invested.
In the impression of Harvey Knight and others, the buckwheat grown in this kind of land will always have weedy ground underneath, thin and twisted stems and branches in the middle, and scattered and withered leaves on top. There are always only a dozen or even a few pathetic shriveled buckwheat seeds that are paid attention to by the farmers.
At this moment, the six or seven narrow buckwheat fields that appeared in front of Harvey Knight and his party still had weeds on the ground, thin stems and branches in the middle, withered leaves on top, and even the shriveled buckwheat seeds remained the same...
The only difference is that the top of these buckwheat, the number of buckwheat seeds, the data that is really valued by the farmers and the aborigines of the medieval world, is not the same at all!
The buckwheat seeds on the top of almost every buckwheat plant in the buckwheat allotment presented to Harvey Knight and others far exceeded, greatly exceeded what they had seen in similar allotments.
Far exceeded, greatly exceeded means: Harvey Knight and others couldn't even calculate the appropriate multiple in their minds for a while!
The senses are so obvious because the seeding rate of these buckwheat fields has even reached the level of sufficient water, fertile soil, and well-cared for... reaching the seeding level of the best buckwheat fields in a village!
At this moment, the sun is just right, and the illiterate Harvey Knights have never been exposed to it, and they are completely unable to understand any so-called rhetorical techniques. However, they can feel it naturally:
These cramped and weird plots, the barren land overgrown with weeds, the twisted and shriveled thin stems and branches, and the scattered and withered yellow leaves, contrasted with the shriveled but extremely abundant buckwheat seeds on them, which made them look very bright! Extraordinarily beautiful! Very moving!
For a feudal agricultural society, "fruitful" itself is undoubtedly the most moving and the most beautiful scenery!
Any person in a feudal agricultural society will be deeply fascinated by such beauty:
"Buckwheat doubles the seeds, is it true?"
"Buckwheat double-seeds, it's true..."
"Buckwheat doubles the seeds, it's true!"
The unbelievable doubts gradually turned into murmurs, and the silent murmurs gradually turned into certain emotions, and finally synthesized into a neat, exciting, shocking, and uncontrollable admiration:
“Buckwheat doubles the seeds, for real!!!”
After the neat admiration, the eyes of the crowd naturally turned to the source of the multiplication of seeds.
Every serf, policeman, cowherd helper, even the two little fellows who followed Harvey Knight, and Harvey Knight himself, are all veterans who are familiar with farm work, and they all can't see:
Regardless of the water source, soil quality, fertility, distance, safety, and even the care they receive on a daily basis, these buckwheat fields are comparable to the villages of the Knights of Harvey, other villages of the Barony of Ackford, and countless other villages under the glory of the Lord. villages are not substantially different.
Then, the only reason that can double the amount of buckwheat and set seeds several times must be between these few buckwheat fields.
Everyone raised their heads in unison, looking at the place, the beehives hanging high on the tall wooden poles.
Sigh, envy, longing, expectation, piety...
With all kinds of complicated emotions, until the blue smoke representing the entry of foreigners rose from the other side of the valley, until several strong and vigilant police officers appeared at the foot of the mountain, until the messengers and police officers from Akeli village stood In front of a group of people from the Harvey Knights, most of their eyes still stayed on the beehive.
Confirm your identity, ask your purpose, check your items...
It was already an hour and a half after a series of standard procedures for foreigners entering the village were completed.
Walking down the hillside connected to the outside world, and actually entering the village of Aikeli, everyone soon saw another scenery that was completely different from other villages in the medieval world:
Such a flat road!
What a neat ditch!
As we all know, the natural dirt roads in the villages have hardly undergone any hardening process, and there is no maintenance at all. Between the sun and rain day after day, year after year, they are constantly experiencing the cycle of scorched, cracked, muddy and deep. .
Whenever it rains, the villagers, especially those with large animals and vehicles that need to be taken care of more carefully, are often in awe of the swampy dirt roads full of traps, and then "accidentally" step on them Enter the side crops and pass on these rather hard and relatively safe roads.
It is also logical that in order to protect the hard-won fruits of labor from being trampled, the owner of the allotment will naturally dig one after another large pits beside the road and in the allotment of his own land close to the road. To prevent pedestrians, large livestock, and occasional "careless" vehicles.
If you want to get rich, build roads first.
Although the medieval world has nothing to do with this famous slogan involving logistics speed in the standard industrial era, even if it is just for the safety of Wu Qingchen's usual walking, the Earth team has long been deeply aware of the bad road conditions in the medieval world. Hate it.
Taking advantage of this man-made honeycomb operation on the roadside, the earth team took the opportunity to insert road standards and ditch standards into it, and took advantage of the yearning and awe of the villagers in Akeli for the honeycomb, forcing the villagers to voluntarily squeeze out for more than a month. Almost all of the free time finally allowed the main road and the main ring road of Akeli village to reach—for the earth, the person in charge of the construction is probably not too derelict, and he can barely get a suspended sentence—but for the medieval world , has been neat, clean, and standard to an appalling level.
The potholes on the surface of the road and the gaps on the side have been filled with slime; the road as a whole has been repeatedly tamped back and forth with several strong oxen dragging heavy logs; referring to the design method of the earth, the center of the road is slightly raised to facilitate drainage; the top of the road is paved with a A layer of small gravel to improve wear resistance and friction...
"厶雅入... Ante... &@￥%..."
Knight Harvey admired this rare high-level road in the medieval world, and suddenly there was a voice of conversation next to him.
Knight Harvey turned his head and saw the messenger in Akeli village talking to his own messenger. The messenger in Akeli village seemed to be explaining something, and Ante nodded repeatedly.
After a long conversation, Ante trotted over after noticing Lord Knight's inquiring gaze.
"Master, Pamela..." Ante pointed to the messenger in Akeli village, indicating that this was what the other party meant: "... said that there are honeycombs that have just been planted on both sides of the road. It is best not to disturb them. Walk a little in the middle of the road."
"Well."
This is a very reasonable request, and Harvey Knight nodded in response.
"Then... Shall I tell everyone?"
"Hmm." Knight Harvey nodded again.
Ante turned around and walked towards the crowd.
Waiting for Ante to explain everything and was about to lead everyone into the village, Knight Harvey spoke again: "Wait a minute..."
Ant turned around.
Immediately afterwards, under the surprised eyes of Ante and the surprised eyes of the knight and the crowd, Harvey Knight got off his horse and said, "I'll walk in the middle too."
"Okay." Ante took the master's horse and prepared to take another step.
"Wait a little longer."
Immediately afterwards, under the more surprised eyes of Ante and the more surprised eyes of the knight leader, Knight Harvey put the leather armor on the horse, the war hammer hanging on the saddle, the long sword, the whip, the kettle, the long dagger... and so on. Take them off one by one, and put them in the hands of the police officer and the cowherd helper respectively, then took out a few pieces of soft cloth from his arms, wrapped the horse's hooves one by one, and then stroked the horse's neck with satisfaction, and confessed to Ante Said: "Okay now, let's go."
Walking behind the horse, seeing the horse's much lighter footsteps, which would not cause any damage to the road, Knight Harvey nodded again slightly and satisfied.
For as long as he could remember, Knight Harvey had taken the badness of the country roads for granted, like bad days, bad times, and countless other things, for as long and as long as they lasted, and as old as ever.
Harvey Knight had tried, tried many times, even, since his father's father's, had tried, but hardly made a difference worth mentioning.
Harvey Knight originally thought that this was the so-called destiny.
Until you see the buckwheat field at the valley entrance of Aikeli Village and the road of Akeli Village.
Cavalier Harvey suddenly discovered that these inherently bad things did not seem to be as strong as imagined.
Unlike the ignorant villagers who only know how to sigh, countless painful trials, experiences, experiences, and sentimentality let Harvey Knight know how difficult these changes are, and how much luck and hardship they mean.
Because of this, it is needed and deserves to be cherished more.