Escape from the wasteland and farm: Hundreds of billions of supplies to spoil the disabled villain

Chapter 121 What's wrong, how about our third room?

If it hadn't been for Pei Shu'er who pushed her out so that she couldn't live in the barren hills, then she might have discovered the secret of planting now.

At that time, the sentence can be reduced by virtue of this ability!

Thinking of this, she couldn't sit still any longer, so she walked up to Niu Qian and told him about it.

Niu Qian was resting on the bed at that time, and the injuries Tang Zan and Pei Shu'er inflicted on him hadn't healed yet.

All his bones are aching now.

"Brother Niu, the members of the third house of the Tang family will have their sentence commuted for another three months. They have reduced their sentences by relying on this kind of planting, so it will be difficult for us to reduce their sentences by relying on planting in the future."

Niu Qian couldn't sit still immediately, this is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that he has been in exile for four years, and he has also gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but he has never had his sentence reduced.

Why was the sentence reduced for the old, weak, sick and disabled in the third room?
He was not convinced.

He was originally a strong person, and he only obeyed those who were stronger than himself in his life.

He didn't think Sanfang's was better than him.

Even if he couldn't sit still, he got out of bed and walked towards the barren mountain.

When they first arrived at the barren mountain, they happened to see people in the barren mountain busy farming.

Seeing the luxuriant crops on the barren hill again, Niu Qian's jealous eyes turned red.

It must be because the barren hills have better soil that the crops are so good.

Where does Pei Shu'er know any technology, it must be because of the soil.

He is now fascinated by this land, if he also has a piece of land in the barren hills, then he has so much food, why can't he hire powerful men.

He immediately winked at his men, who immediately kicked over the barrel of one of the exiles.

"What kind of species are they? They are all a bunch of fools. They don't know if they are used as guns."

The exiles were taken aback for a moment, and asked in a bad tone: "What are you talking about?"

Tang Qingrou smiled softly, and spoke kindly to everyone.

"Brother Niu's tone of voice is a little heavy, but it's really for everyone's sake."

Seeing everyone's eyes full of doubts, Tang Qingrou smiled and told the story.

"Everyone should know that as long as the yield per mu of crops on the barren hills increases, the sentence of the Sanfang people will be reduced."

"But have you ever thought that this kind of land belongs to you, the three-bedroom land is only 5 mu, and ours has 95 mu of land. The land is planted by other people, so why is the only one who has a reduced sentence? people."

"As far as I'm concerned, everyone is the one who deserves the credit. Instead, someone took the credit, and the people from Sanfang just provided a fertilization technique."

"Even if you don't have Sanfang's technology, as long as you take good care of the crops, you can grow high-yield crops. Then you can talk to the officials."

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone suddenly realized that they had felt that something was wrong with this matter before, but now after Tang Qingrou pointed it out, they understood it.

Several of them hurriedly said to Pei Shu'er: "Girl, how about you talk to the officials about the commutation of the sentence, we also want to reduce the sentence."

Pei Shu'er looked at these people who were persuaded, and felt a little amused.

These people can really stand and talk without back pain.

Yes, it seems that she, Pei Shu'er, only provided technology and fertilizer.

But have these people ever thought that if it weren't for chemical fertilizers and technology, their crop yield would only be what it is now.

Thank goodness for the yield of potatoes per mu reaching [-] kilograms.

If they had planted [-] to [-] kilograms of Chinese cabbage per mu, they would consider this land to be high-quality land.

And the spiritual spring water, how much spiritual spring water she scooped out from the space these days, the spiritual spring water has become five centimeters shallower!

Pei Shu'er laughed and said, "At that time, when the official read out the notice, he made it very clear that he wanted us to increase the yield per mu. Only our professors from the third room can reduce their sentences."

"This is the request of the officials, not our own."

"If you are tempted, why not tell the officials yourself, everyone is fighting for a commutation of sentence, which is essentially right."

"However, if you want to suck blood on me, Pei Shu'er, and want me to intercede with the official for you, then your calculations are wrong."

That person thought that Pei Shu'er would be furious, but Pei Shu'er said it so calmly, which made him a little shy.

At the same time, he secretly hated himself for talking too fast, for actually speaking out like this.

After all, the people in Sanfang are not vegetarians.

Tang Qingju said: "You are just passing on a technique and talking about it. Others are farming in a down-to-earth manner. Hey, Pei Shu'er, you are too selfish."

Pei Shu'er was not aroused by Tang Qingrou, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Everyone may wish to think about it first. When I planted and fertilized, I didn't hide my secrets. I also saw some people followed suit, but I'm afraid you will know how much your own yield per mu is without telling me."

"So you really think it's just technology? Let me tell you, if there is no chemical fertilizer, the soil will still be of poor quality, and the yield per mu will still not increase."

"Do you think chemical fertilizers are easy to make? Do you know how I locked myself in the laboratory building, how many ancient books I read, how long I experimented, and how many precious raw materials I used?"

Everyone was taken aback, it was dangerous, they were almost persuaded by Tang Qingrou just now.

Yes, Pei Shuer also said before that besides farmyard manure, chemical fertilizer is also very important.

We don't know how to make the small white particles before.

Only Pei Shu'er can make it.

Everyone dared not speak.

Pei Shu'er's eyes swept across the field, and finally fell on Tang Qingrou's smiling face.

"Those who think I'm selfish, please stand up."

Others were unwilling to stand up, Tang Qingrou said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, everyone, the farming conditions in Yuhua Valley are much better than here. With us here, how dare they, Sanfang, cover the sky with one hand?"

As soon as these words came out, those who were still hesitating also stood up.

Pei Shu'er counted, there were three families in total, Huang's family had a good harvest, followed by Ma's family, and Li's family had the worst harvest.

The Li family hesitated and said: "Miss Pei, we just think it's a little unfair, there's no other meaning."

Pei Shu'er held the corners of her lips, and smiled without distraction, and stood up to confront her, saying that there was no other meaning.

"If you think that I, Pei Shu'er, have taken advantage of you and you want to reduce your sentence, then you can go and tell the officials."

Now, a few people didn't want to go to the official post anymore, they thought the official post was vicious, and they had never met the official post before.

What's more, when they go to the officials now, they still have to take out the money, otherwise the officials will definitely throw them in the face with a whip.

A man stood up with a smile: "Miss Pei, since the officials have said that you are required to increase the yield of the land in the barren hills in order to reduce your sentence. If the yield of a piece of land cannot keep up, it will not work."

The smile on Pei Shu'er's face disappeared.

Tang Zan frowned when he heard this, threw out the wooden stick in his hand, and hit the man's face heavily, a bloodstain immediately appeared on the man's face.

Tang Zan's voice was piercingly cold, and the man shivered for no reason.

"Why, how do you handle our third room?"

(End of this chapter)