Chapter 1145 Gretel: I Was Attacked! You Don’t Have Martial Ethics! (Monthly Ticket Adds 3 Updates)

Grete walked slowly around the potato field, slowly killing the pathogenic bacteria. While walking, I listened to the old priest talking about the stories between the gods:

The supreme sun god who illuminates the world;

The condor that carries the sun on its back and travels through every dark night;

Quetzalcoatl, the gentle and holy god who bestows fertility on the earth;

The god of corn, the god of potatoes, the god of pumpkins who make crops flourish, the god of frogs who bring rain, the god of gourds who was born from the heads of gods...

Gretel hummed, trying to keep smiling. This is different from the northern part of the New World. The gods there still have some physical entities, although they are more terrifying-a red stone at the entrance of the village, a birch forest, or a deer waiting to be eaten.

There are indeed some gods here, and their divinity sounds relatively high. However, most of the stories don't sound very reliable...

Fortunately, such patience is not without reward. After walking around the potato field, he returned to the old priest's residence. The old man rummaged around and took out a gourd from the collection, and presented it to Grete with great care:

"Honorable Lin Xing, we will definitely remember your help to us. Words cannot express our gratitude, and we cannot repay your kindness to us with just words..."

Grete looked at the gourd in his hand in a daze. A yellow-skinned gourd, palm-long, a little crooked, dry and hard——

No matter how you look at it, this is just a gourd grown by villagers and picked from a gourd stand. Speaking of power fluctuations, there is a bit of it, but it doesn't look very strong.

Oh, and he doesn't look so upright, so he doesn't deserve to be included in the art world and be played around with. As for the gold gourd, silver gourd, Laojun's gourd that can harvest all things, they look even less like them.

"Ah, I got this gourd from a distant plateau." The old priest smiled and turned the gourd over, revealing the statue of the god carved on it:

It was a human figure wearing a hat and wielding two sticks. The ribbon on the side of the hat hangs down to the shoulders, and the boots are long and pointed, sticking out far away. The whole person looks like he is dancing.

The carvings on the gourds are quite simple, and can even be said to have the childishness unique to primitive humans. The body and limbs are all incised, a large piece is shoveled deeply with a knife, and then burned black with fire;

Only the humanoid head, outlined with thin lines, was extremely different from the limbs of the body. The shape cannot be said to be very similar to the Halloween pumpkin head, it can only be said to be exactly the same, with a wide grin and several sharp teeth up and down, as if smiling.

"This is...the Pumpkin God?"

Grete asked tentatively. The old man smiled and shook his head:

"No, this is the God of Sticks. Look at this image, it's a very old statue of God of Sticks!"

Gretel:! ! !

How does this piece of shit look like a stick god?

Besides, why is there a god called the Stick God? What kind of power does a stick have that it needs to be worshiped?

"Oh, don't underestimate the Stick God." The old man smiled, put the gourd into Grete's hand, and pressed it hard:

"It is one of the oldest gods. When the sun god created the world, he used it to shape humans; the corn god planted corn and used it to dig holes; the feathered serpent god took it when he walked through the underworld. Beat it in your hands."

Why does it sound like a holy weapon of merit? Gretel muttered secretly, and then heard the old man say:

"So the Stick God is a very powerful god. Although it doesn't fight much, when it jumps up and hits people, even the God of War will get a stick on the forehead; and, in daily life, it can help you a lot - When you get lost, you can still show the way!”

I understand, just like the Nordic god Loki, he has many evil intentions and does a lot of damage. Grete instantly imagined an image of a cunning and cunning little god, and smiled and thanked the old man. The old man pointed to his oak staff:

"Don't you have a wooden stick? Hang it on the head of the stick. The breath of the grass and trees can nourish it and it will help you a lot."

...No, wait, there is a gourd hanging on the head of the wooden stick, why does it sound like someone selling medicine on the street?

Grete held back his complaints and hung up the gourd as the old man said, planning to put it away immediately after leaving the tribe. The old man watched with satisfaction as he followed his words and bowed his head slightly:

"Dear Lin Xing, thank you for trying your best to save us from famine when the potato harvest ends. The old man has one more request -"

He raised his arm and waved outward:

"You don't often pass by here. So, if there is a similar potato disease outbreak in the future, how should we contain it? Can you please leave some guidance?"

This...please ask your potato god to send down his divine power?

Grete wanted to complain like this. After thinking about it, he got up:

"I'll do a few more experiments..."

He knew the threshold was too high without anyone reminding him about targeted killing of pathogenic bacteria. Regardless of the power fluctuations in this old priest's body, he probably looks like he is at level 4 or 5. There is too much basic knowledge behind it, and he will definitely not be able to learn it.

Then, we have to leave some more general methods, such as pesticides and the like. Gretel knows almost nothing about this aspect, and only knows a few basics:

“Bring some diseased potatoes and we’ll try them?”

Fortunately, he didn't move so fast. He only swept the potato fields and didn't kill all the potatoes stored by the tribe. Soon, there was a pile of potatoes and various minerals piled in front of Gretel:

"This is...lime. This is...forget it, no need to take the identification test, it's plant ash. This is...blue vitriol. I'll get some more disinfectant and try everything..."

As for what kind of drugs can kill fungi, Grete looked through "Medical Microbiology" and was able to name a few. For example, ketoconazole, miconazole, itraconazole, voriconazole...

But he could only recite the name of the medicine, and he had to go to the pharmacy to get the specific medicine. You want to ask him how to produce this medicine, sorry, goodbye.

Then, he remembered that washing with lime water might kill fungi, and washing with plant ash solution might also work... Of course, after washing, the pH value of the soil changes, and whether potatoes can grow is another question. Problem.

Oh, there is another artifact that cannot be forgotten, that is Bordeaux mixture. The famous Bordeaux mixture, or a sky-blue liquid made of 500 grams of copper sulfate, 500 grams of hydrated lime, and 50 kilograms of water, is very useful for killing mold!

Why is it called Bordeaux liquid? Isn’t it because people in the Bordeaux region spray it on grape leaves to sterilize it and protect the grape harvest?

Under Grete's command, the women of the tribe rolled up their sleeves and chopped the potatoes into small pieces, each piece carrying one or two or three spores;

Soak, wash, and dry in lime water, plant ash solution, disinfectant water, or Bordeaux solution (Grete throws in a little magic as appropriate);

Then, find a place to plant it, and the magic will be born...

"Ah, washing with lime water can kill some germs, but they don't look very good." Gretel recorded everything and printed the image with the meditation core for copying:

"Wash with plant ash solution, the effect of killing pathogenic fungi is so weak that it is almost non-existent; wash with disinfectant water... the effect is not very good, and the potato seedlings do not grow well, so wash with Bordeaux liquid..."

Powerful Bordeaux liquid!

The universal Bordeaux liquid!

Potatoes soaked in Bordeaux liquid grow energetic and healthy!

Grete was delighted and opened her eyes hard. After recording this scene, continue to supply the power of nature and continue to give birth to:

On potatoes washed with plant ash solution, green spots and white mold spots appeared visibly to the naked eye, and then, as if a fire was ignited in the potato field, it spread to the surrounding plants.

Gretel was quick-witted and quickly pulled out the diseased plant with his mage's hand. He picked up the Bordeaux liquid and sprayed it around:

Keep giving birth!

Alas, the potato plants that have been sprayed are still growing upward healthily!

"It seems that this potion is very useful." Gretel straightened up with a victorious smile and pointed out to the old priest:

"Use it to soak potatoes, and then dry them in the sun? Dry them in the shade? In short, dry and store them, which can kill the things that make potatoes sick. If there are still diseased plants in the field, pull them out as soon as possible, take them to a distant place and burn them, and then use this Spray the surrounding plants with chemicals..."

The old priest was very grateful. Satisfied, Gretel embarked on the road to move forward, slinging the oak staff behind his back, with a gourd dangling on the top of the staff. I picked up a floating saucer and started to seize the time to write my thesis...

"On the Root Causes and Prevention and Control Methods of Potato Diseases"

Well, it seems like no one has done this topic selection before?

It doesn't matter even if someone has done it. The worst thing is that you will repeat it with others and lose a little energy in research and writing papers. It would be great if I could help. Potatoes are also grown on a large scale in the Kingdom. Potato disease prevention and control methods are always needed...

He writes happily, including keywords, abstracts, ideas, experimental processes, experimental results... his pen moves like flying, and he writes down with a splash.

The manuscript paper was changed one after another. Udian and others saw that he was busy, so they lowered their voices one by one and tried not to disturb him. Suddenly, Serila, who was walking behind, whispered:

"Gretel! Your...your gourd!"

What?

My gourd?

What gourd do I have? Where do I have a gourd?

Grete pulled his head out of the paper and shook it hard twice before remembering that he had just obtained a gourd - which was said to have the power of the Stick God. He took off the oak staff from his shoulder, turned his head and glanced, his face darkened:

"Snake! Oak staff! You have gone too far!"

He raised his hand and shook it, and shook it, until the gourd rattled. Poor Stick God's gourd was hung up for less than half a day before a big hole was chewed out:

The little snake coiled around the top of the oak staff, clicking, clicking, clicking, and there was a fragment of a gourd near its mouth. Below, the oak staff stretched out four leaves and attached them to the gourd. The leaves had silently submerged into the gourd...

You two guys are so ungrateful! I didn't even see it, but you two secretly attacked me and divided up my things!

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