Fang Xiaoru and Han Du have been together for so long, and they have long been used to the occasional strange words coming out of Han Du's mouth. He was not interested in Han Du's strange words at all. Now he was thinking about the sweet potatoes in his hands. After hearing Han Du's words, he nodded with satisfaction: "Good food, really good food."
Han Du also nodded in agreement. The three treasures of food will feed hundreds of millions of people around the world in the future. How can it be bad?
“The key is that it’s still very productive.”
Han Du's words immediately attracted Fang Xiaoru's attention to him.
Han Du raised his hand and pointed at the greenery on the ground, and said: "They can only be regarded as rough farming, and there is no way to compare with the intensive farming of the people of the Ming Dynasty. But even so, their output from this acre will not be less than Twenty stones.”
Twenty stones... Although Fang Xiaoru was prepared, he was still shocked by Han Du's words. The best paddy fields in the Ming Dynasty only produced a little more than three shi of grain. Ordinary fertile land, no matter how intensively cultivated, is only about two stones.
And these people can actually earn ten times more income than the people of Ming Dynasty by doing whatever they want?
Is this justified?
Han Du did not care about the issue of natural justice. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said to Fang Xiaoru: "This is the reason why they have not made any progress for thousands of years. With such abundant food, there is no need to worry about going hungry and there is no way to survive." How can we be forced to improve technology by survival?"
Fang Xiaoru fell silent for a moment, and after a long pause, he said with a sigh: "Yes, the comfort zone is a blessed place for the mediocre, but it is also the tomb of heroes."
Han Du nodded and continued: "That's true. Without the pressure of survival, how can they carry out technological innovation? Anyway, they have never had enough to eat for thousands of years. This has been the case for generations. They will continue to live on.”
Fang Xiaoru was speechless after hearing this. He didn't know whether this was a good thing or not. As a scholar, what he hopes for most is of course peace in the world and people living and working in peace and contentment. But the scene in front of him told him that once people have no worries about food, they will fall into a lack of ambition, which is contrary to his long-standing philosophy.
How can people not want to make progress? Yes, how can people not want to make progress!
Fang Xiaoru's face turned red and white. He looked at Han Du and asked in a deep voice, "Then, do you still want to bring this food back to the Ming Dynasty?"
Han Du glanced at Fang Xiaoru in surprise when he heard this, and instantly guessed what he was thinking. He was afraid that the people of the Ming Dynasty would be as discouraged as the people here with such magical food.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Du looked Fang Xiaoru directly in the eyes and answered him, "Why not? There is no sin in having enough food, but the original sin is not having enough food!"
There is no sin in having enough food, but the original sin is not having enough food!
Fang Xiaoru was awakened instantly as if she had been awakened. The cold sweat on his forehead flowed down like beans and water. Fearing that it would send chills down his spine, he had just thought of leaving the food here and not bringing any of it back to the Ming Dynasty. Such thoughts undoubtedly caused him to fall into a demonic barrier. If he hadn't been awakened by Han Du's words, he didn't know what he would have done that he would regret for the rest of his life.
"What the people of the Ming Dynasty need most now is food and clothing. As for what consequences will happen after eating, and what kind of things will happen, that is a matter of the future." Fang Xiaoru's mind suddenly became clear, as if his whole person was being controlled by Washed inside and out.
Knowing this, Fang Xiaoru's whole spirit became completely different from Fang Cai's.
After seeing sweet potatoes, Han Du asked the chief's son to take them to see the next kind, potatoes.
The process is almost the same as peeling sweet potatoes, and the yield is not much different.
After seeing two miraculous grains in succession, Fang Xiaoru had great expectations for corn. But when he saw it, he was surprised to find that this thing was completely different from the first two. Not only does it grow on the ground, but it is also as tall as a person.
The key is the output. No matter how Fang Xiaoru looks at it, it seems to be far inferior to the previous two.
“How much grain can this thing harvest from one acre of land?”
Han Du reached out and touched the thick leaves of the corn and said with a smile: "The yield of this thing may not be as high as the previous two, but its biggest advantage is that it is drought-resistant. Of course, the first two are also drought-resistant, even if they encounter drought, In a water shortage year, the output will at most be reduced, and it will not lead to a loss of harvest.
But compared with this thing, the drought tolerance of the first two types is far behind. Let's put it this way, this thing can survive even if it is planted on a rocky soil hillside. With it, many of the wastelands in the Ming Dynasty can be turned into land that produces food. Can you imagine how useful it is? "
Fang Xiaoru nodded subconsciously. Although he had been studying since he was a child, he had also seen farmers farming. If this thing can really turn the barren slopes of the Ming Dynasty into land that produces food, it will be a great blessing for the people of the Ming Dynasty.
"What's the yield of this thing?" Having seen the first two types, Fang Xiaoru still wanted to know the specific yield, although Han Du said that the biggest feature of this thing was its resistance to drought.
Han Du touched the fluff on the huge leaf with his fingers, released the leaf, and said: "It's almost the same as wheat, maybe a little more. And the way to eat this thing is very similar to wheat. It's ground into powder, made into cakes, and steamed. eat."
Fang Xiaoru nodded when he heard this. It would be good to have a higher yield than wheat. After all, this thing only needs to be planted in wasteland. This is equivalent to getting something for free, no matter how little it is, you can earn it, not to mention that the output of this thing is not small compared with the current rice and wheat in the Ming Dynasty.
"Han Du, we must bring these three kinds of food back to the Ming Dynasty no matter what this time." Fang Xiaoru said solemnly.
"Of course." Han Du nodded, then glanced at Fang Xiaoru proudly and asked, "Ahem, so, what's our bet?"
Fang Xiaoru felt very helpless at Han Du's preoccupation. What time was it? This was a major event related to the livelihood of the people in the world. According to the truth, when discussing, one should show solemnity, but why is Han Du thinking about a small bet? Besides, is it really okay to bet on things at this moment?
But even so, Fang Xiaoru still nodded with a smile and said to Han Du: "Okay, I admit that you won, and I am willing to admit defeat. How about it?"
Han Du was very happy to see that he could beat Fang Xiaoru.
At this moment, the chief came over with his people. He had been here long ago, but because he had a keen eye and wanted to see what Han Du and the others wanted to do, he hid in the distance and secretly observed those who had not come.
After all, having suffered a loss from Shen Zhou and others, the chief had to be wary of people like Han Du. When he saw Han Du and others kneeling down towards the sweet potatoes in the ground, he was really shocked.
A person as powerful as a Sun God guard would actually kneel down in front of some sweet potatoes? He read it right!
What are sweet potatoes? This thing is here, just like other weeds in the soil. You don’t even have to worry about planting them, they can grow all over the ground. If the rhizomes were not edible, they would really be no different from ordinary weeds.
Although the chief didn't understand why Han Du and others knelt down in front of a piece of sweet potato, he could at least see something. These people are really different from the last group of outsiders. They have no intention of robbing them of anything.
If Han Du really wants to rob these sweet potatoes on the ground, then the chief can happily say, 'Grab as many as you can. What if you don't have enough manpower to dig them? Need help? '
The chief came to Han Du, babbled, and then made a move towards Han Du.
Han Du understood that this action meant that the other party was saying hello to him, so he responded quickly. Then he expressed to the chief with gestures that he wanted to exchange these three things.
However, the chief said that Han Du did not need to exchange anything. He only needed Han Du to tell him how much he needed, and he would have someone prepare it.
However, Han Du did not fully understand what the chief meant. Seeing a smile on his face, he thought he had no objection. Immediately, someone brought Xia Qingbu to exchange with the chief. Thinking about it in Handu, since the chief is willing to exchange gold for summer cloth, there must be no problem in exchanging some sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and the like.
The chief didn't care at first, but when he saw that Han Du was willing to give Xia Qingbu in exchange, his eyes widened. The bold words that he originally wanted to send casually, he immediately took them back, and instead seriously thought about how to communicate with Han Du.
In the end, Han Du exchanged one bolt of summer green cloth with the chief for ten bolts of summer green cloth for the price of everything in one acre of land.
After the discussion was completed, the way the chief looked at Han Du was very similar to the way he looked at the chief yesterday.
Yesterday, when Han Du heard that Shen Zhou could exchange Xia Qingbu and the chief for gold, Han Du's eyes were full of care for the mentally retarded children.
The way the chief looks at Han Du now is similar to that then.
Everyone thinks they are getting a big advantage and the other person is a fool. But who is the fool, and who can tell clearly?
After completing a deal that made the chief feel happy, he quickly found his tribe members and took the initiative to help Han Du dig out everything.
Han Du saw that these Yin Di'an people were about to wash the dug sweet potatoes, so he quickly stopped them.
"No need to wash it, just wipe off the excess dirt. It doesn't matter if it's not wiped clean. Just put it up for me." Han Du gestured towards the Yin Di'an people.
For the Yin Di'an people, Han Du's request was equivalent to reducing some of the workload. They thought that Han Du was doing good to them, so they were naturally even happier.
Han Du asked the navy to move wooden boxes, and asked the Yin Di'an people to find hay, put sweet potatoes, hay and sweet potatoes on top of each other into the wooden boxes, and then transport them to the ship.
"Brother Han, why is this?" Fang Xiaoru was a little confused about Han Du's actions. Since Han Du wanted to take away as many of these things as possible, he would naturally pack the most directly. Why should he put hay on them?
Han Du smiled and said: "Brother Fang doesn't know, but it is not easy to preserve sweet potatoes and potatoes. The most taboo thing about these two things is exposure to water. If they are dug out and washed with water, it will be difficult to preserve them. Just rub the soil and put it in the hay so that it can be preserved for a long time.”
Fang Xiaoru nodded, showing a learned look, and couldn't help but ask: "Then how did these indigenous people survive?"
Han Du looked up, shook his head and said, "I don't know how they were preserved. I think they either put them in a ventilated and dry cave* or dug a hole in the ground and buried them. This way, both of these things can be stored." They are well preserved. But we have to transport these things back to Ming Dynasty, which is obviously not possible."
Since the corn was not yet fully mature, the chief was originally not prepared to exchange it. However, since Han Du insisted on the exchange, the chief had to collect the corn left by the tribe and gave it all to Han Du. Anyway, after a few months, they will have fresh corn harvest, which is not far behind.
Moreover, Han Du impatiently gestured to the chief, asking him not to sell these things to anyone else.
The chief didn't pay much attention to these things. Since Han Du said he wouldn't sell them, he wouldn't sell them. He nodded and agreed to Han Du with a smile on his face.
...
Sacrifice to the Sun God is the most serious thing for the Yin Di'an people. Even the date of the sacrifice must be chosen at a specific time. Even if it is to put the sacrifice back again, it cannot be done carelessly.
The chief has now truly felt that Han Du and others are completely different from the previous people, and they are people who can be true friends. In addition, people like Han Du are so powerful, so naturally he will try his best to invite Han Du to participate.
Therefore, even if Han Du was anxious to return to the Ming Dynasty, he had to stay and delay for a few days.
On the day of the sacrifice, the Yindi'an people gathered around the mound and the high platform early in the morning. Just when the first ray of the sun shone on the high platform, the Yin Di'an people's most solemn and solemn sacrificial activities began. The rising sun means the coming of light, but also the expulsion of darkness. Therefore, it is the custom of the Yin Di'an people to worship the sun god at sunrise.
At this time, they raised their heads and eyes to express their prayers to the sun. Then the chief walked step by step towards the mound and the high platform, while other people knelt and worshiped toward the place where the sun was, that is, where the chief was. Bow down and worship.
Han Du didn't feel much about what he saw in front of him. Sacrifice was just like dancing to the gods. Although these people behave a little strangely, there is an air of simplicity and grandeur in every move they make, which is much better than the dancing masters. What's more, they didn't make any weird sounds from their mouths.
Han Du watched the scene in front of him with great interest, the ceremony of Native Americans worshiping the sun god. This was a rare opportunity to be immersed in the scene, so Han Du naturally wanted to experience it.
"Huh? Why are these people's rituals so weird?" Fang Xiaoru looked at it for a while and suddenly said to himself.
Han Du glanced at him curiously, leaned closer and asked, "What's weird? It looks fine to me."
Fang Xiaoru rolled her eyes at Han Du and said contemptuously: "People who are ignorant and unskilled are so self-righteous."
Damn it...are you scolding me? Han Du suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Fang Xiaoru unconvinced. If he doesn't give himself an explanation today, Han Du will definitely never be done with him!
Fang Xiaoru didn't take Han Du's threat seriously at all. He sneered and said, "Is it rare that you don't know the etiquette of the emperor's ceremony when heaven and earth come together?"
Well, Lao Zhu was also the inventor of this initiative. Lao Zhu attached great importance to a few days. As early as before he founded the country and proclaimed himself emperor, he built a circle to the south of Zhongshan in Nanjing. On the fourth day of the first lunar month of the next year, he worshiped the emperor in the southern suburbs. From then on, every winter solstice, Lao Zhu would go to the southern suburbs to worship heaven and earth.
As long as Handu is still in the capital on the winter solstice, he must participate in the ceremony of heaven and earth. But Han Du has never been interested in this kind of... well, how should I put it? I don't like the idea of praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, so every time I participated, I did it half-heartedly. Naturally, I have not paid careful attention to the etiquette involved in sacrifices.
When Fang Xiaoru said this, Han Du felt as if someone had exposed his inner thoughts, and he smiled awkwardly.
Suddenly, Han Du came to his senses and asked, "Is their etiquette exactly the same as when the emperor offered sacrifices to heaven?"
Fang Xiaoru shook his head and said: "That's not true, it's just that there are some similarities."
Han Du immediately stopped caring and said casually: "What's the problem? There are too many people worshiping various gods in the world, and there are all kinds of sacrifice methods. Maybe they just happen to be a little similar to us."
Fang Xiaoru didn't know how to refute Han Du's words. Maybe he had no reason to refute, so he had to subconsciously say, "Maybe."
After that, Fang Xiaoru ignored Han Du, but frowned and looked up at the chief standing on the high platform of the mound. Although he agreed with Han Du's statement, he didn't know why, but he always had a strong feeling in his heart.
Like, so similar!
The two of them stopped whispering, and both stood quietly watching the sacrifice.
After the chief finished the ceremony standing on the high platform of the mound, he had people put the sacrifices back one by one. This process took nearly an hour.
After all the sacrifices were put back into place, the chief warmly invited Han Du and Fang Xiaoru to walk onto the high platform of the mound.
Seeing that it was the chief's warm invitation, Han Du and the two men naturally realized that this was probably part of their etiquette. They did not refuse, and walked up the mound and the high platform step by step.
As Han Du walked, he couldn't help but look at the gold utensils placed on both sides. These utensils were exquisite in shape and made of gold, which naturally attracted Han Du's attention.
So much gold is naturally very attractive to Han Du, who likes to make money.
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