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Chapter 3 Soil Fertilizers

The muddy path winds forward, and there is a hole in the door of a certain mud brick house. Two cat-eared lolis push open the door and enter the streets and alleys, and there are bursts of cheerful play.

Bloom glanced at the innocent cat-eared loli, and remembered the new decree of the village chief—abolishing the cat slave economy.

He has seen some families shed tears all day long after selling their daughters.

He also saw some families dancing and dancing as if they were celebrating Chinese New Year after selling their daughters.

Bloom is not smart, he can even be said to be stupid. He can't tell whether the policy of the village chief Allen is good or bad, so he feels that the policy of the village chief is both right and wrong.

The more Bloom thought about it, the more confused he became, and his mind was drowsy. At the end of the thought, his brain would explode.

Who cares, the old priest has lived for more than forty years, so he must know more than the young village head.

Since the old priest said that the village chief was wrong, then the village chief must be wrong.

Bloom knocked on the door, and immediately a male orc of the cat race came out and asked, "What's wrong with Bloom?"

"The old priest needs help to keep the place down, you accompany me to the farmland." Bloom said bluntly.

Hearing the old priest's three words, the male orc's pupils narrowed, the cat's ears on his black hair were lowered, and the cat's tail was shaking sideways vigorously, very angry.

"What does Old Will want?" Hoss suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice.

Bloom didn't understand why the other party was angry, and said strangely: "Catch the village chief and escort him to Morning Glory Town."

boom!
The door slammed shut, and the wooden boards cracked several cracks.

Then came Hoss's angry voice in the room: "Bloom, if you don't support the village chief's new policy, you agree to sell your daughter. We have broken off our relationship!"

Bloom was stunned, and then remembered that there were two daughters in the Howth family.

A nine-year-old loli, and an eight-year-old loli, if they support the priest's old policy, then the two daughters of the Hoss family will be sold to slave traders in the next two years.

Bloom taps his forehead, feeling stupid: I'm so stupid, really, I shouldn't be looking for families with daughters.

He walked to the next house, vaguely remembering that Hath's neighbor had a son, so there should be no objection.

dong dong dong.

Bloom knocked three times, and after waiting for a few seconds without hearing footsteps, he asked loudly, "Is John there? Your lord priest needs help."

"John is not here, you should hire another expert." A male orc's voice came from the house.

Bloom froze for a moment, and muttered: "Isn't this the voice of John, why don't you say it's there?"

He shook his head alone, really couldn't figure it out, so he had to go to the next house.

Before Bloom approached, the door of the house slammed and slammed shut, and the voices of the orc couple came:

"Bloom, you black-hearted bastard, the orcs on our street won't agree to you, you'd better go back to Old Will and be a licking dog!"

"What is licking a dog? It's so ugly." Bloom's face was ugly.

After searching several houses in a row, Bloom couldn't even get in.

Turning around and leaving the street, Bloom asked an old friend to find out about the situation, only to find out that the village chief's new policy included the abolition of the male cat slave economy, and families with sons naturally became staunch supporters of the village chief Allen.

In fact, male cat slaves are not easy to sell, and they can't sell ten in a year.

However, there are always some big men who have different hobbies, so young male cat slaves with thin skin and tender flesh can also sell for a good price.

Moreover, Allen's tax cut policy is irritating to the hearts of the people. Even the slave-selling families who are greedy for a silver dragon have to let go of their prejudices and support Allen's tax cut policy.

Bloom came to the door to find help, but of course he was rejected many times.

……

The old priest waited for twenty minutes, and saw that Bloom only brought three orcs, and couldn't help but look ugly.

"Bloom, no one wants to be a helper?" Old Will growled.

After being yelled at by the old lion, Bloom frowned, took a step back, lowered his head, and whispered: "Yes."

"Hmph." The old priest was very angry, with his big nose puffing heavily from time to time, in a menacing manner.

The old lion led the four orcs into the farmland area, and saw Alan from a distance.

Allen is about 1.8 meters tall, sunny and handsome, with black hair and black pupils. His behavior exudes a very confident temperament, and he has a leadership style, which makes people unable to help but be impressed by him.

The old lion was stunned, as if meeting Alan for the first time.

Allen was followed by a group of old peasant orcs, who hunched over and listened to Allen's conversation humbly.

Old Will looked thoughtful, and originally wanted to yell, but seeing that there were so many people, he gave up the method of taking the lead.

Listen to what Allen is saying first. If Allen is wrong, refute it in public, slap him in the face in public, let Allen lose face, and then propose that the tax rate cannot be changed.

Old Will felt complacent when he thought of this suppressing method. When he approached the beast crowd, the lion's ears moved slightly, and he heard Alan pointing to a ball of fresh cow dung and saying:
"Prepare 3 kilograms of fresh cow dung, [-] grams of soybean powder, and [-] kilograms of plaster of paris, put them in a sealed space, put them in a cool place for [-] days, and then use them with three times the water to increase production, but pay attention when fertilizing Dig deep soil to avoid burning seedlings."

"Master Village Chief, what is burning seedlings?"

"Burning seedlings means applying too much fertilizer, and the concentration of soil fertilizer is too high, so that the plants lose water and the plants wilt..."

Allen replied sentence by sentence, and each sentence was like a gentle breeze blowing on the face. Although everyone didn't understand the principle of it very well, they probably understood what Allen meant.

The old priest who was eavesdropping behind had a strange look on his face, and muttered, "I've never heard of such a formula, how could it increase production."

The old priest didn't know whether Alan's weight-enhancing formula was true or not, so he wanted to say that he was a fake, but seeing Alan's eloquent words, even he was bluffed.

"Actually, besides fresh cow dung, leaves, orc urine, and animal bone meal can also be used as fertilizer..."

Allen pondered for a while, and threw out more fertilizer formulas for increasing production.

The old priest was surprised. He knew the method of making fertilizer from leaves. This was a secret recipe handed down by the priest.

Where did he find the recipe?
If it was stolen, it would be impossible for the usage and precautions of each formula to be explained in such detail that the old priest would be speechless to refute.

For the first time, the old priest felt a lack of knowledge.

Then Allen proposed the idea of ​​moving the beehives to the farmland. A group of old orc farmers didn't understand the principle of insect pollination. Anyway, they just listened to what the village chief said.

When Allen was about to leave the farmland, the old priest who followed for two hours couldn't find a point to target, so he simply said:

"Village Chief Allen!"

Allen and a group of old farmers turned their heads and stared at the old lion with dozens of pairs of eyes.

Old Will was not afraid, and shouted loudly: "You can't reduce the tax by half. When the time comes, Morning Glory Town will come down to collect the tax. If you can't pay the tax, you will lose your head."

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(End of this chapter)