Fang Er sat in the carriage, looking at the green wheat seedlings in the field. Suddenly, he felt like he had forgotten something.
He arrived at the workshop.
Zhu Zi helped Fang Er alight from the carriage and escorted him into a workshop.
Fang Er glanced inside. It was very spacious.
He immediately designated it as his private studio.
No one was allowed in or out.
Guards were stationed at the entrance.
It was unavoidable.
This was the only lathe in the Great Tang!
Closing the door, he walked to the innermost part of the studio.
He retrieved the multi-tool semi-automatic lathe!
Fang Er issued the command to the system.
A steel monster, three meters long and two meters high, appeared silently before Fang Er.
He caressed the cold machine, but his heart felt warm.
At the first opportunity, he began inspecting the tools and accessories on the lathe.
This was a single-axis lathe.
Drills, reamers, countersinks, taps, dies, and the like were all present.
Fang Er felt as if he had returned to his previous life, diligently learning his craft.
He skillfully found the switch.
He pressed it hard.
Hmm?
He pressed again!
Hmm?
No response?
Damn it!
He had actually forgotten this!
He had a lathe, but no electricity! What could he do?
Forced to stop!
He slumped onto a chair in disappointment.
The next moment.
Ouch!
Fang Er jumped up, clutching his crotch.
His face contorted again.
You son of a bitch!
What the hell!
After a while, the pain finally subsided.
Fang Er walked out of the studio with an exaggerated waddle.
His mood was very low.
A double blow!
He brushed off Zhu Zi's hand, which was reaching out to support him.
"I want to be alone!"
With that, he walked alone to the field ridges by the workshop and carefully sat down.
Zhu Zi was stunned.
Was this really okay?
Hadn't he just done that at home when they arrived?
But speaking of which.
Who was Jing Jing?
Looking at Fang Er, who was leaning against a tree trunk and staring blankly at the wheat seedlings,
Zhu Zi became increasingly curious.
Who exactly was this Jing Jing?
How could she make the young master miss her so much?
Holy crap!
Holy crap!
Holy crap!
Fang Er shouted repeatedly!
He finally understood what he had forgotten!
He still had a pile of high-yield wheat seeds from his previous life in his storage space!
The crops planted in the field had already sprouted, and he had forgotten about this!
He no longer cared about his aching groin and ran back to the studio.
After closing the door.
He poured out all the wheat seeds from the warehouse.
Gaomai 58.
Zhou Mai 16.
Yannong 88.
Jimai 35.
A total of two thousand four hundred catties of these four high-yield wheat varieties!
He checked the instructions: about 25 catties per mu was sufficient.
Fang Er then took out three manual seeders and placed them aside.
He removed the packaging bags from the seeds.
He used tools to pry off the nameplates on the seeders.
These items that couldn't be seen by others were directly burned.
He walked out of the studio and asked Zhu Zi to invite Old Man Ma back from the manor.
"Old Ma, have all the fields near the manor been plowed?"
"Young master, they were all planted ten days ago, and now the wheat sprouts are showing."
Old Ma didn't know why Fang Er was asking this and answered honestly.
"Are there any barren lands near the manor?"
"No, no, not at all. The curved-shaft plow is very effective, and with the large number of disaster victims working, all the nearby barren lands were opened up in a few days."
Fang Er scratched his head.
"Alright, take people and clear two hundred mu of land for me here. Uproot the wheat seedlings in the fields and feed them to the sheep. Not a single one must be left."
"Ah?"
Old Ma was shocked by Fang Er's words.
After so much hard work, and eagerly anticipating it, the wheat had finally sprouted.
Now Fang Er wanted to uproot it?
"Young master! This is not permissible! The wheat is growing so well, it's too much of a waste to uproot it! What do you want to plant? I'll do it for you. Even if it's far away, I'll move there to watch over it. The seeds you gave me last time, I've planted them well, and they're already bearing fruit. Please don't uproot this wheat, alright?"
Old Ma's eyes began to water as he spoke.
Having lived through many hardships, he couldn't stand to see people wasting food and ruining crops.
Fang Er's words caused his favorability towards Fang Er to drop significantly.
"Old Ma, don't misunderstand. It's just that I recently acquired some excellent seeds. Wait here."
After speaking, Fang Er went into the studio and grabbed a handful of wheat.
He came out and handed it to Old Ma.
Old Ma looked at the wheat in his palm, his eyes widened, and his whole body trembled as if he were shaking a sieve.
"Young master, where did these seeds come from? I've lived for decades, and I've never seen such plump wheat!"
"Don't worry about where I got them. These seeds can produce at least five shi of wheat per mu! Tell me, is it worth destroying some ordinary wheat to plant this right in front of our door? If I plant it far away, I fear it might be stolen."
"Five shi?"
Old Ma trembled even more violently.
"Don't get too excited, don't get too agitated! You'll have a stroke!"
Fang Er quickly grabbed him and patted his back to calm him down.
He was afraid that if this old fellow got too excited and couldn't catch his breath, he might have a stroke or a heart attack, and Fang Er would be greatly responsible.
"How can I not be excited? Five shi per mu! How many more children can this feed! I'll take people to clear the wheat seedlings now! Two hundred mu, I'll get it done for you today!"
Old Ma shoved Fang Er aside.
Ma Chao and the others were nearby, so Old Ma went directly to them.
After explaining to Ma Chao, Ma Chao led a horse back to the manor.
Not long after.
The farmers from the manor came rushing over.
"Where? Where? Where are the seeds?"
Old Sun Tou ran towards Old Ma, looking ten years younger and with a rosy face.
"Be quiet! Work first! There are too many people here, it's inconvenient to talk!"
Old Ma slapped him and pointed at the disaster victims still working at the construction site.
Fang Er was speechless.
"This is ridiculous.
The growth period of wheat is stated in the manual.
It takes about two hundred and forty days.
What's the rush?
It's just a matter of a day earlier or later.
Everyone in Fang Family Manor, over a hundred people, young and old, were present.
Even the children from the school were brought out.
In the end, Fang Er had Zhu Zi send them back.
Including the guards, a total of nearly six hundred people were busy in the fields.
The green wheat seedlings were uprooted, row by row, and piled at the edge of the fields.
They executed Fang Er's instructions perfectly.
The next day, early in the morning.
When Fang Er came here again.
Not to mention the wheat seedlings, the land had already been re-plowed by the farmers.
The toilets of all the households in Fang Family Manor had been completely emptied.
Mixed with plant ash, it was spread on the land.
It had to be said that the simple farmers' reverence for crops far exceeded Fang Er's understanding!