Chapter 1718: The Original Turban Is Not Acceptable
Everything went smoothly in the subsequent process. 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 warships 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 issues, right? You, a majestic moon man, actually 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 Commander 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, coldly Hummed:
"Okay, let's levy the levy. The worst we can do is start planting again when summer comes. Fields must be planted when people die, when there are disasters, and even more during wars. It must be planted at any time. 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 been in the military. "
"Aren't you just turning the effect into the cause?"
"What's the harm? 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 Lunner 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 more useless than you!" The calf is still dead!"
After Mr. Wang knocked down the nearly forty-year-old senior officer Lenna with a few words, Mr. Wang 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. Yes. 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'm also a reserve. I'm 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, it would be Commander Yu who 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 treasonous thought in his mind, 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, it is also very small sometimes.
"What? Don't believe it? Haha, go ask around. Kelvin, the boy in your 4th Guard Battalion, is still my cowboy back then." The old man looked at his people handing over supplies and exhaled another puff of smoke.
The level of the mouthpiece dropped a lot at once, but the credibility did increase a lot. Luo Ming thought.
"When we fought the looters two years ago, I taught that kid how to shoot down the long-bearded monster with one shot. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been the captain, right?" The old man tapped his pipe and said gloomily, "However, this time, the battle is much more exaggerated than the siege of Tulon and the invasion of looters the year before."
"Yes. So there must be an order from Tulon that will be passed down. All settlements and towns can..."
"Stop, stop, stop, I don't want to hear the rest." The old man covered his ears: "Anyway, once the things here are delivered, the things here are none of our business. We will also report to Tulon with the militia. As for how to arrange the little bastards in the town in the future, it has nothing to do with me, absolutely nothing to do with me!"
The old man cursed and climbed onto his electric hover motorcycle, pulled the forward gear like a skilled will-o'-the-wisp boy, and drove away.
What an anxious and irritable old man! When he was young, he must have been a famous little tyrant. Luo Ming thought that he actually wanted Grandpa Wang to take him to see the ecological farmland behind the valley, but he gave up.
So he decided to go and see it himself.
This valley located at the northern foot of Mount Qililuo has undergone a pilot climate transformation and is almost the most suitable place for farming in New Yumen. Ordinary crops with normal painting styles are planted outside the valley, while the constant temperature farmland inside the valley is planted with New Yumen cinnamon and flame grass.
These expensive New Yumen spices are the bulk of the planet's export earnings.
As for the terraces developed on the hillsides on both wings, it is a very plain and ordinary "corn".
Well, it just looks plain, and this crop only looks like corn and tastes like corn. Its nature is very different from real corn.
It is a special crop grown on the snowfield of Lumina, and is said to be produced by the mysterious hands of a "Dawn Dragon" whose name cannot even be mentioned.
Its function is very intuitive, and there is no high-end mysterious mystical function. In addition to tasting similar to corn, it can absorb moisture, improve soil quality, purify the air, and increase humidity. So, it has the name "water rice".
These grains came with the aid team of the Red Maple Factory. On the one hand, of course, they are for farming and providing 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) department-level investigator of the Ministry of Agriculture, Luo Ming certainly wants to investigate the current crop growth and see if water rice and spices can achieve a harmonious symbiotic relationship in an ecological farm.
The development efficiency of the terraced fields in this valley is actually the same.
He quickly entered the valley and was almost high by a refreshing fragrance. This is actually the residue after the spice plantation was harvested. As the war was approaching, Wang Yougui's father organized the young men and women in the town to complete the harvesting work, and immediately packed the goods and sent them to the Tulong Express Ship to Nantianmen.
Along with the spice ship, there were also cargo ships transporting high-explosive phlogiston and rare minerals. Everyone in Tulong Port knew that this might be the last time that Xinyumen would transport supplies to the mainland.
Back to the frontier, under the rush to harvest, there is now only a large area of bare fields left in the valley.
However, it can be almost concluded from the fragrance that this batch of spices has grown very well. This is Luo Ming's judgment as a commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture (with professional equipment).
He walked through the spice field and wanted to observe the terraces full of water and rice on the hillside behind, and then he heard the smooth friction sound of machinery.
Luo Ming saw more than a dozen dexterous six-legged robots, about the size of a sheepdog, walking on the terraces that looked like steps. They waved their dexterous robotic arms and pliers to cut off the light blue rice cobs one by one.