Rotational farming doesn't matter if it's a low-density village or town, but it's a waste of land to use it in this way around big cities. Places like Silverlight City, Falling Dragon Ridge, and Wangdu have to import large quantities of grain from other towns every month.

The first step in using human and animal fertilizer is to collect them. That's why Roland decided to build public toilets as early as possible, while also reducing the spread of disease and beautifying the living environment. By the time the remaining groups of personnel arrived, the toilet was almost finished. As for how to compost and how to plow the land and sow seeds, he decided to select a group of experienced old farmers to teach them individually in a few days. After all, the land is still in the stage of leveling and clearing, and it will take at least a week before the cultivation can begin.

After dealing with the work at hand, he decided to go to the back garden to see the experimental field of leaves.

Since letting the leaves study various seed improvements, crops have been planted everywhere in the garden where flowers can be grown. She also followed Roland's suggestion by dividing the planters into many blocks and numbering them, so that the development of the two groups of experimental crops could be compared.

As soon as Roland stepped into the courtyard, he was dazzled by a puff of golden wheat.

"Your Highness. When he saw the prince, Ye Ye, who was squatting on the edge of the flower pond, got up and gathered the hair around his ears, and bowed and saluted.

"This is all the result of your improvements?" he waved his hand, signaling that the other party did not need to be polite, and walked over to excitedly pick up a heavy ear of wheat and feel its plump fruit with his fingers.

He had no idea what wheat could look like, but compared to his childhood memories of being in the wheat fields of the royal capital, the ears of wheat were not only smaller than the ones in his hands, but also deflated.

Ye Zi nodded, "I will first make the ears of wheat bigger, and after ripening and harvesting the seeds, and then plant new seeds into the flower pond, I can get such ears of wheat." But...... After repeating this process and sowing two or three rounds repeatedly, it will be difficult to grow large and long ears of wheat. I don't know why. ”

Unfortunately, I can't help with that, Roland thought. According to his poor junior high school biology knowledge, probably because of the defect of self-breeding? The south grows rice, which is far from wheat, and in order to increase the yield, the seeds are also bought. However, it can be maintained for two generations, a wheat plant can produce more than 130 seeds, the first seeds are transformed by leaves, and then let the farmer make his own seeds, which can be used for at least two years.

"Why is this one empty?" Roland noticed a flower bed with only a few dry wheat stalks.

"That's where I planted it in the first place, maybe because I've planted it too many times," Ye said uncertainly, "The wheat can grow quickly if I cast my magic, but when I remove it, they will wither quickly." ”

It seems that the magically modified plants still need the land to provide nutrients for them to continue to grow, and some trace elements are still essential. Roland walked to the last flower bed, where the wheat was planted in a strange shape, with clusters of green ears hanging from an arm-thick stalk, and several branches sticking out of the center of the stalk, and the branches were covered with green leaves. Therefore, the size of each wheat plant is also relatively large, and only two plants are planted in the flower bed.

This is the magic modification that Roland asked the leaves to try - the wheat tree.

He envisioned a direction that would make wheat like a banana tree, bearing fruit from its branches and harvesting it regularly every year, thus saving the trouble of plowing the field and sowing seeds, while growing larger and more green leaves, increasing photosynthesis and reducing the demand on the land. For now, the stout stalks and branches are taking up a bit of space, and only the branches grow ears of wheat are not in line with the original idea. Why don't you let the leaves improve in the direction of the vine?" Roland thought, after all, she had never seen a real banana tree, and grapes were not a rare product in the Grey Castle, and it should be easier to imitate if there was a comparison.

"The seeds of these three wheat plants cannot be used for sowing," says Ye, "and I have tried, but the wheat grains will not germinate after planting." But it does bear fruit repeatedly, and the ears of wheat you see are already in the second batch. ”

The inability to germinate means that each wheat tree is unique and needs to be transformed by hand, and it is not of much value to be planted at present. "You've done a good job, and the variety of the ears of barley is called Golden One. I will leave you a test field on the south bank of the Chishui River, surrounded by fences and partitions, and you will ripen a batch of Golden No. 1 there as soon as possible for this year's spring planting. "As for the garden, continue to use it for the improvement of new varieties, and I have just come up with a number of ideas." Not only wheat crops, but also grapes are worth trying. ”

It is a pity that leaves can only understand the characteristics of a crop at the macro level: for example, many fruits, sweet taste, dense branches, etc...... If she could understand the microscopic level, would she be able to manipulate the genes directly and make subtle and precise adjustments, for example, so that plants could absorb light other than visible light - such as ultraviolet rays, X-rays, and even ionizing radiation for photosynthesis and directly produce starch, glucose, sucrose and other energy storage substances, so that people could grow crops directly in the culture tank.

In the evening, the four princes lit a bonfire by the Chishui River, and Carter and his guards gathered all the serfs. Pots and pots were carried here by the people, set up on a new simple clay stove, and made a fire to boil porridge.

The serfs looked down in horror as they looked at their new masters, whose figures were dragged out of a narrow shadow by the firelight, with their backs to the campfire. There were also some bold ones who still secretly looked at the prince from time to time.

Roland stood in front of the campfire and announced his rules to the more than 1,000 people.

"I am Roland Wimbleton, the Fourth Prince of the Grey Castle, Lord of the Borderlands, and Master of the Westlands!"

"I have gathered you here to tell you that it is your luck to come to this territory! As long as you work hard, you can get rid of your current identity and status!"

"That's right, I'm going to give you a chance to break free from slavery and become free!"

There was an uproar among the serfs. These serfs knew very well what it meant to be freedmen - they would no longer have to be cruelly abused by their masters, they would no longer have to be forced to work endlessly, all the crops produced in the fields would no longer have to be handed over to their masters, and their sons and daughters would be freed from serfdom.

After waiting for a moment, Roland continued: "Starting tomorrow, each of you will be given a fixed piece of land, and at the same time, someone will guide you on how to cultivate so that you can harvest more wheat. In the first year, you can keep 30% of the harvest in the fields and hand over 70% to the border towns. The ones with the best harvest will be promoted to free people!"

"When you become a freedman, your family is exempt from slavery, and it's up to you to decide whether you want to continue farming or find another livelihood in the town. Whoever chooses to farm, twenty percent of the grain harvested shall be paid as tenant rent, and the remaining eighty percent shall be at your disposal. If you make a living, the land will be collected by the lord, and of course, you don't need to hand over any grain!"

As soon as these words came out, there was only a sound of breathing left on the scene, and at this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Your Highness, is what you said true?"

"Of course," Roland said word for word, "as a lord, I never deceive my people. ”

"Your Highness is merciful," someone couldn't help but exhale, and then the voice quickly became high-pitched, "Long live Your Highness the Prince!"

A serf in the front row knelt down at the shouting, followed by a second and a third......

Until kneeling down in the middle of the field, the black pressure was overwhelming, and the cries came and went, more and more, and became louder and louder. The voices of the people finally converged into one rhythm, "Your Highness is merciful!" and "Long live Your Highness the Prince!"

Since there was an echo, there was no need for support, the prince thought.

He clapped his hands and commanded the guards behind him, "Dinner!" (To be continued.) )