Chapter 1718 Bu Yuan’s big turban just doesn’t work
Everything went smoothly after that. Luo Ming led his men through the mountain quickly along the tunnel, and followed the map to several settlements in the plains north of the mountain.
If there are still a large number of herdsmen in the wilderness in the south of the mountain, accompanied by a certain scale of white worm breeding industry, then when you go to the north of the mountain, the situation is different.
Light rails and roads have become denser, and many sand people have built new towns around the ruins of the old city-state, welcoming human immigrants who live next to them. Mines, factories and farmland gradually increased.
Luo Ming's last stop was a valley city less than 1,000 kilometers away from Tulong, which they called Ximu Town.
In front of the town is a flat fertile field impacted by streams, which can be seen as the result of the transformation of high-tech agriculture and animal husbandry. Those farmlands that look like they are for human beings are already bare, and they look like the result of harvesting.
The representative of Ximu Town was an elder who had met in Tulong before. Everyone's handover was in an orderly manner, and Luo Ming only said a few words: "It's okay to enter the warehouse. However, Mr. Wang, the imperial devils have arrived. Will the food be confiscated? ”
"Ha, are you driving those majestic battleships here to grab food? Is this food enough for fuel? Are the Imperial devils more boring than the original Cathay people?" The old man took a puff of his pipe.
"You have to ask for something, right? Otherwise it will be in vain? This is actually a way to show authority."
"It makes sense... Hey, I'm afraid you have some ideological problems, right? You, a majestic moon man, actually directly acquiesced that the empire can directly log in?"
"Do you have any other opinions?"
"My opinion? Well, I actually don't have any opinion. When Chief Yu was here, he didn't even stop the looters from landing, let alone the imperial devils." The old man surnamed Wang blew out a puff of smoke and said coldly Hum:
"Okay, let's levy it when it's levied. At worst, we'll start planting again when summer comes. Fields must be planted when people die, when there's a disaster, and even more so when there's a war. It's necessary at all times. Farming. This is the rule of our ancestors, and it is also the rule of the people of China. So, Director Xiao Luo, where are your seeds?”
The seeds are naturally in the car, and this is also a batch of materials prepared by the team. After completing this handover, Luo Ming's travel work was considered complete.
Of course, it wasn't until this moment that he felt something was wrong.
"So, Mr. Wang, tell me, I, a special commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture, came here to investigate the operating conditions of nutrient-rich crops and food processing plants in Xinyumen, so why did I get to do the work of dividing grain seeds? ”
"Who said you are a graduate of the military academy? All the turbans in the Tulon Governor's Palace are almost gone, and only the pioneer party members and reserve officers like you are left. If you don't go to it, who will go to it? So, huh, I used to I told General Carter that the bandana who can work must be a member of the Pioneer Party or have served in the military.”
"Aren't you saying that the effect is the cause?"
"What's the point? I don't understand. You're a soldier. Why do you imitate those big turbans and leave them here for nothing?"
Mr. Wang's name is Wang Yougui. He is an old man whose name and style are very characteristic of a good family in East Asia. He is also the mayor of Ximu Town.
In addition, despite his rustic appearance, he is still a member of the New Yumen Colony Council. He is still quite prestigious in Shilibaxiang and Tulong City. He is the kind of socialite who can go to the Directory to block the governor's door.
Such a person would naturally not be too polite to a central commissioner like Luo Ming
"Mr. Wang, I didn't run away either. I'm not a pioneer party member, and I've never been a soldier." Assistant Renner said.
"That's why I said you're useless! I've been working as a clerk for ten years and I still don't see you becoming a section chief, and I don't know how to find a mother-in-law? Also, don't call me master, listen to me! It's better than this little kid like you." The calf is still dead!”
After Mr. Wang knocked down the nearly forty-year-old senior officer Lunner in a few words, he shook off the long pipe in his hand, squinted his eyes to read the information on the terminal, and compared it with the supplies put aside: "...Rumina The cold-resistant wheat seeds are ready. 1 ton of Luo Beast Fertilizer Concentrate is available. The parts for the No. 7 farming robot are ready. Hehe, if you come two hours later, you won’t be able to find someone to deliver it. . I thought you wouldn’t come this year.”
"Didn't you say that farming has the greatest rules? In fact, these are not only the rules of the ancestors and the people of the Celestial Dynasty, but also the rules of the Pioneer Party." Luo Ming said.
"I never heard that you are a Pioneer Party member." The old man glanced at Luo Ming with squinted eyes and shook his pipe: "But it makes sense."
"So, are you going?" Luo Ming's eyes swept over his body. This old man, who was estimated to be over seventy years old, was wearing a uniform without a collar badge, a standard composite breastplate, a rifle on his back, and a large box-shaped pistol on his waist.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is the look of the new Yumen cowboys.
"I'm going to report to Tulon. Don't look at me. I am also a reserve. I am earning the salary of a second sergeant major in the garrison. I fought in the Battle of Tulon back then. If I wasn't the one who blew the whistle, even Commander Yu would have whipped me. "The cigarette." Wang Yougui took a deep puff of his pipe.
If I believed you handed him the cigarette, then I would be the emperor of the empire... Luo Ming had just turned away from this treacherous thought, and then realized that this old man seemed to have actually participated in the Battle of Tulong. Battle Memorial Medal. Maybe, he actually has some social interactions with his roommate.
Although this universe is big, sometimes it is also very small.
"What's the matter? Don't believe me? Haha, go and find out. The boy Kelvin in your current 4th Guards Battalion is still the cowboy in the past." The old man watched his people handing over supplies and exhaled another smoke.
The level of the mouthpiece has suddenly dropped a lot, but its credibility has indeed improved a lot. Luo Ming thought.
"When we were fighting the predators the year before last, the boy's marksmanship to knock down the bearded monster with one shot was taught by labor. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the captain, right?" The old man puffed on his pipe and added gloomily. : "However, this time's battle is much more exaggerated than the siege of Tulon and the invasion of looters the year before."
"Yes. So there must be orders from Tulong that will be passed down to all settlements and towns..."
"Stop, stop, stop, I don't want to hear what's coming next." The old man covered his ears: "Anyway, once the things here are delivered, the things here are none of our business. We will also bring the militiamen there. Tu Lung goes to report. As for the future arrangements of the little brat in town, it has nothing to do with me, it doesn’t matter at all.”
Cursing like this, the old man got on his electric hoverbike, opened the forward gear like a skilled will-o'-the-wisp boy, and drove away.
What an eager and grumpy old man! When I was young, I must have been a little bully who was famous everywhere. Luo Ming thought that he actually wanted Mr. Wang to take him to see the ecological countryside behind the valley, but he decided not to do it after all.
So, he decided to go and see for himself.
This valley, located at the northern foot of Mount Kililuo, has undergone pilot climate modification and is almost considered the most suitable place for farming in Xinyumen. Outside the valley, ordinary crops with normal style are planted, but inside the valley, on the constant-temperature fields, new Yumen cinnamon and flame grass are planted.
These expensive Xinyumen spices are the bulk of the planet's exports to earn foreign exchange.
As for the terraces developed on the hillside on both sides, it is a very simple and unremarkable "corn".
Well, it just looks plain and simple, and the crop only looks like corn and tastes like corn. Its properties are very different from real corn.
It is a special crop grown in the snowfields of Lumina, and is said to be produced by the mysterious hands of a certain "Dragon of Dawn" whose name cannot even be mentioned.
Its function is very intuitive, and it has no high-level mystical functions. In addition to tasting similar to corn, it can absorb water, improve soil quality, purify the air, and increase humidity. Therefore, the name "Shimi" came into being.
These grains came with the construction team of the Red Maple Factory. On the one hand, they were of course used for farming and to provide some staple food for local human immigrants. On the other hand, they may also be used as the initial work of the new Yumen planet transformation project.
As a (deputy) division-level investigator of the Ministry of Agriculture, Luo Ming certainly wanted to investigate the current crop growth situation and see whether rice and spices could achieve a harmonious symbiotic relationship in an ecological farm.
This is actually the reason behind the inefficient development of terraces in this valley.
He quickly entered the valley and was immediately hit by a refreshing fragrance that almost made him get high. This is actually the residue from the spice plantation harvest. When the war was approaching, Wang Yougui's father organized the boys and girls in the town to complete the harvesting work, and immediately packed the boxes and sent them to the Tulong Express Ship to Nantianmen.
Along with the spice ships, there were also freighters transporting high-explosive phlogiston and rare ores. Everyone in Tulon Port knows that this may be the last time that Xinyumen will deliver supplies to the mainland.
Returning to the frontier, due to the time-consuming harvesting, there is now only a large area of bare farmland left in the valley.
However, just from the aroma, you can almost conclude that this batch of spices is growing very well. This is Luo Ming's judgment as a commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture (with professional equipment).
He passed through the spice fields and wanted to take a closer look at the rice terraces on the hillside behind him, when he heard the smooth friction of machinery.
Luo Ming saw a dozen dexterous six-legged robots, about the size of a shepherd dog, walking on the terraces that looked like steps. They waved their dexterous mechanical arms and pliers to cut off the light blue rice sticks one by one.
(End of chapter)