Chapter 189: This is a true encounter with a god
Lu Xueqi also followed Shen Xingke’s gaze and looked at the people who were still sowing in the fields.
The busy young man looked a bit like the old farmer, so he should be his son.
Seemingly noticing the gazes of Shen Xingke and Lu Xueqi, the man who was bending over to tend the crops stood up. Seeing the two of them, he wiped his hands awkwardly, showed a simple and honest smile, and walked forward quickly.
Lu Xueqi’s radiance was so dazzling that people dared not look directly at her. The farmer had never seen such a beautiful woman before, so he didn’t dare to look at her any more. He just smiled at Shen Xingke, bowed and kowtowed, which was a bit inappropriate.
“Do you two nobles need anything?”
The old farmer stood up, patted his son with his hand, and asked Shen Xingke carefully.
“Nothing, just taking my wife for a walk.”
The word “wife” made Lu Xueqi blush a little. She glared at Shen Xingke and then stopped looking at him. She just stared at the green farmland intently.
“Oh, that noble man should take a good walk. This Dongzhou is really the blessed land of Taiyi God.”
The old farmer and his son laughed and pointed to the sky.
“Look at this spring rain, how moist it is. I just tasted it and it was sweet!”
“Aye, this is divine rain.” The farmer added, “The land we were allocated was never like this when we first reclaimed it. But look at it now?”
As he said that, he deliberately raised his foot and stepped on the field.
The fertile soil immediately sank, soft and sticky, with a faint oily sheen coming out.
“See? Every time this spring rain falls, the land becomes more fertile. Where have we ever seen such rain? It must be the divine rain that the gods have sent down specially out of pity for our suffering!”
The difficulty of splitting the nitrogen-nitrogen triple bond to synthesize ammonia artificially at a low cost was once considered a miracle that humans could not accomplish for dozens or hundreds of years in the history of science. As a result, the technology of industrial large-scale production of fertilizers is impossible for them to master at present unless Shen Xingke asks Nuwa to open a big cheat for the world.
If Shen Xingke remembers correctly, humans did not master this technology until World War I and World War II. Before that, the important source of fertilizers was still guano.
Since the Age of Discovery, with the continuous surge in population, the various powers have been fighting fiercely for guano and saltpeter.
Although the land of China had the technology of composting human feces for a long time, the efficiency was too low and it could not solve the fundamental problem. Moreover, the cost was not low, because composting does not only require feces as a “raw material” – otherwise why can the history of China for thousands of years be seen as a history of people’s struggle against hunger in a sense?
Xu Guangqi’s “Complete Book of Agricultural Administration” in the Ming Dynasty is the latest agricultural technology book in ancient history. In theory, it should record the knowledge representing the highest level of ancient agricultural technology. However, the whole book has 60 volumes, and starting from the 43rd volume, a full one-third of the content is about famine policy.
——That is, hungerWhen famine comes, what can the people eat to survive?
The suffering of the people can be seen from this.
So Shen Xingke took advantage of this and made the spring rain in Xiangzhou carry some spiritual energy.
“It’s a pity that my mother didn’t make it to Dongzhou, otherwise she would be so happy…”
While Shen Xingke was thinking about this, the farmer’s eyes turned red again, thinking of his deceased wife who died on the way to escape famine.
Lu Xueqi originally looked at Shen Xingke with a smile and pride because the farmer mentioned the divine rain. When she heard the other party mention this sad thing, the smile on her face also faded a little, and she sighed softly.
Shen Xingke’s mind moved, and he asked again: “When and where did the respected wife pass away?”
“Oh, I dare not call you respected lady.” The old farmer and the farmer shook their heads and waved their hands. After calming down, the old farmer smacked his lips and said, “We came to Dongzhou two months ago. My grandson’s mother died of illness not long after entering Xiangzhou. It has been two and a half months.”
“What a pity, what a pity, there is only one last step…”
Two and a half months ago, Xiangzhou.
So, the farmer’s deceased wife’s soul must be in the Nine Nether Ghost Mansion.
Shen Xingke smiled and said, “Don’t be sad. When you worship her tomorrow, tell her about the present life. She can hear it.”
The old and the young looked at each other, looking at Shen Xingke in surprise and joy.
The farmer’s eyes turned red and he said, “My dear… my dear, can my late wife really hear it?”
“She will hear it (caee).” Shen Xingke comforted him, “When a living person dies, the merits of his life can be calculated, which can be exchanged for the corresponding life span in the underworld, and the land of the nine underworlds and the grass will bless the descendants in the world.”
“Before re-entering the cycle of reincarnation, she can feel it when you worship her.”
“That’s great… That’s great…” The farmer wiped his tears immediately. The two nobles in front of him didn’t need to deceive a farmer like him. He just murmured, “My child’s mother hasn’t left yet, she hasn’t left… No, I’ll go and talk to her tonight!”
“Don’t worry.”
Shen Xingke looked at the farmer who seemed to be impatient to worship his late wife, and stopped him with a smile.
“Is there enough food at home?”
Hearing this, the father and son were full of gratitude again, and the old man kept saying: “It’s enough. Master Pei gave us grain seeds and grain, and opened official grain shops in Dongzhou City and Xiangyang City. We can also do odd jobs in the city and buy some food with the wages. Together with the food Master Pei gave us before, it is enough to eat until this year’s autumn harvest!”
Looking at the two people’s joyful expressions, Shen Xingke was silent.
He knew that Pei Xiu’s food would not last until autumn.
But he would not take action on everything. He would wait and see what means Pei Xiu planned to use to solve this problem.
If he couldn’t handle it, Shen Xingke would take action, but in this case, he would be a little disappointed in him.
After saying goodbye to the two, Shen Xingke tookLu Xueqi walked away slowly. (To read the most exciting novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)
The father and son looked at their backs on the ridge of the field. After a while, the old farmer suddenly realized something and his pupils shrank suddenly.
He looked down at his coarse linen clothes. Although the spring rain was not heavy, his and his son’s clothes were wet in just a while.
But how come the couple just now were not wet with rain at all?
Looking more carefully, he found that although Shen Xingke and Lu Xueqi were walking on the muddy ridge of the field, their clothes were not stained at all, and even their shoes were clean and new.
“This is… a god!”
With a plop, the old farmer knelt down, and quickly pulled his son to kneel down together, kowtowed repeatedly.
Looking up again, he found that Shen Xingke and Lu Xueqi had disappeared.
“It is indeed a god! It is a god! It must be the Taiyi God! And the Goddess!”
The old farmer murmured, wiped the rain off his face, and smiled again.
“The God and Goddess are so handsome, they can even ask us about these family matters…”
“This is the real god!”
The farmer widened his eyes and looked at his father in disbelief: “Aye, is that really the God?”
“How can it be false? Apart from the God, have you seen any god in the sky who pities us so much?”
The old farmer glared at his son fiercely and said, “Hurry up! After we finish our work tomorrow, let’s go to Taiyi Temple to worship!”
“You should worship, you should worship!” The farmer nodded continuously, “I have to tell my mother, hehe, the God said that my mother can hear it, so she must hear it! Hehe…!”[]
“Aye, when you are gone in the future, your son will tell you every day——”
“Asshole!” The old farmer slapped his stupid son on the head, angry and laughing. .
