If you want to say what is the oldest building in Zhaojiatun, it is this land temple. The origin of this temple has long been impossible to verify, but one thing is certain, it is far older than the history of Zhaojiatun for more than 800 years.

For the Land Temple, Zhao Xiaoning was still very in awe, although he did not kneel three times and bow nine times, he also bowed three times.

Just when he had just finished bowing and stood up, he was shocked to see an old man with white hair and a white robe appear in front of him. It's just an illusory shadow, like a ghost.

Syllable!

Zhao Xiaoning stretched out his slap and slapped it loudly on the right cheek, and when he felt the hot pain, he realized that this was not a dream. Frightened, he sat down on the ground and asked tremblingly, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "Not a human or a ghost." ”

"What's that?" Seeing the kind smile on the old man's face, although Zhao Xiaoning was afraid, he was also a lot more relieved. Subconsciously asked.

"Are there only humans and ghosts in the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Are you an immortal?" Zhao Xiaoning was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning. Although he lives in the remote Zhaojiatun, he has heard many myths and stories from the old people.

The old man said proudly: "I am the Shennong clan, also known as Emperor Yan." ”

"Shennong?" Zhao Xiaoning was suddenly stunned, and an indescribable shock rose in his heart.

You must know that Shennong is a transcendent existence among the three emperors and five emperors in myths and legends, and has made important contributions to the survival, reproduction and development of the Chinese nation, especially in the development of agriculture, which is unparalleled, and he is also the originator of agriculture.

"Young man, your tears have activated my undead divine thoughts, which are your creation, and my creation. I'm glad I met you, otherwise my legacy would have been gone. Shennong said indifferently: "My time is running out, accept my inheritance." ”

As soon as the words fell, a white light submerged into Zhao Xiaoning's eyebrows. And at this moment, Zhao Xiaoning suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the intense pain seemed to have thousands of insects wriggling in his brain, and his head seemed to explode.

The pain caused his eyes to shrink sharply, and he passed out.

When he woke up, it was already the next morning. The pain in my head was still there, like after a hangover, but it was noticeably easier than last night.

Standing up, Zhao Xiaoning looked confused: "How could you fall asleep here." Also, how could you dream of Shennong Ancestor? This dream is too realistic. ”

Seeing that the sun had risen high, Zhao Xiaoning also felt a little hungry in his stomach. Considering that it was time to weed the fields of Erwang's sister-in-law at the head of the village, he immediately walked quickly towards his home.

In this year's time, Zhao Xiaoning's footsteps have spread all the land in Zhaojiatun. He knows that others don't like him, but he also wants to share some farm work for everyone, so whenever he sees weeds in other people's fields, he will secretly help them pull them out.

He is atoning for his father's sins, although others still haven't given him a good face, but he can feel at ease. Of course, he really wanted to really help everyone, but he couldn't do enough energy, so he could only do some simple farm work.

When passing by a watermelon field, Zhao Xiaoning suddenly slowed down, this is the watermelon field of Wang Yuming's third uncle. Because Wang Yuming also went into the city with him last year, he was unfortunately killed.

Unlike yesterday, the watermelon seedlings that were originally growing vigorously are now like being beaten by frost, wilting and losing their vitality.

"No, it's just dawn now, it should be when the watermelon seedlings are booming, how can they wilt and not pull a few?"

Zhao Xiaoning frowned, if it was noon, it would be explained, after all, it was normal for the weather to be hot at noon. But the air is crisp in the morning, and this situation is very unusual.

Just when Zhao Xiaoning was confused, the word 'blight' suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Could it be that what happened last night wasn't a dream?" Zhao Xiaoning snorted, if this is the case, then this situation can be explained. After all, Shennong is the originator of agriculture, and this little disease can definitely be recognized.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaoning was excited, and immediately ran towards home. After briefly warming the few sweet potatoes left from yesterday, he got on his bicycle and made his way to the town twenty miles away.

Fusarium wilt is not a major disease, but if it is not prevented in time, it will reduce the yield or even fail the harvest. Now that the melon field is about to be harvested, Zhao Xiaoning will never allow this to happen.

The twenty-mile mountain road took less than half an hour, and after coming to the town, Zhao Xiaoning inquired and finally came to the place where pesticides were sold.

"Uncle, I want to buy some pesticides to treat watermelon wilt. Zhao Xiaoning said to the middle-aged man. He only knew that the watermelon had wilt, but how to prevent it was unknown to him.

Gao Mingliang is a middle-aged man in his forties, and he couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard Zhao Xiaoning's words, this guy looks like he is fifteen or sixteen years old, how did he know about the disease of blight?

"Do you know blight?" Gao Mingliang couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Xiaoning scratched his head: "I've read some books, so I know." ”

Gao Mingliang was relieved and said: "Ningnanmycin can be used to treat Fusarium wilt." Ten milliliters of Ningnanmycin with a sprayer of water. Wait, I'll get your medicine. ”

Not long after, Gao Mingliang came over with a bottle of pesticides, put it in a plastic bag, and said, "Twelve yuan a bottle." ”

Zhao Xiaoning immediately took out the money, one cent, five cents, and the largest denomination was only a piece of five yuan. But he still managed to scrape together twelve dollars, and the only money he had left on him was one piece of eight.

After obtaining Ningnanmycin, Zhao Xiaoning walked towards Zhaojiatun non-stop. Because it is necessary to spray pesticides on crops and fruit trees, it is best in the morning and afternoon, and noon is not conducive to spraying pesticides. Therefore, he must finish spraying the pesticide before noon, otherwise the illness will become more and more serious in the afternoon, and even if the pesticide is sprayed, there will be a possibility of reducing the yield.

Rushing home, Zhao Xiaoning rinsed the sprayer at home, mixed pesticides and water according to the proportion, and then walked towards the melon field.

It's just that when he saw the melon field, he couldn't help but gasp, and some white flying insects actually grew on the watermelon seedlings that were already wilting, which were very small and small, but they were constantly eating away at the watermelon seedlings. It's not much, but it won't be long before the entire watermelon field will be destroyed.

"Viral disease. ”

Zhao Xiaoning had this disease in his head again.

Although he didn't know how to prevent it, Zhao Xiaoning quickly put down the sprayer. Go to the destroyed watermelon seedlings, pull them out, and stay away.

At this moment, a scream came from afar: "Zhao Xiaoning, what are you doing?"