I Sign-In In The Wasteland

Chen Ping still underestimated the lethality of roses on girls.

The moment Mu Tong received the dazzling red rose, Mu Tong was moved to tears on the spot.

It took a lot of effort before Chen Ping persuaded her.

In the process of comforting Mu Tong, he saw Yue Ying’s silhouette flashing at the entrance of the cave. After seeing the two people getting along closely, he turned back to the house sadly.

Chen Ping was too anxious, but he still wanted to stay outside to appease Mu Tong, suddenly complaining.

Made! Why does the harem of others open so harmoniously? It’s your turn to be unable to handle the two girls?

After finally pacifying Mu Tong by cooking, Chen Ping hurriedly moved into the back room.

Seeing Yue Ying sitting beside Yue Mei’s bed and talking to Yue Mei in a low voice, he apologized at the door and shouted: “Aying?”

“Well, My lord, what’s the matter?” Yue Ying made an unknowing appearance.

“Come here, I have something to tell you.” Chen Ping said.

“My lord, is there anything I can’t let Amei know?”

Yue Ying expressed reluctance and took out Yue Mei as a shield.

“I,” Chen Ping gaped for a while, but at a critical moment, he had an idea and said: “Tomorrow we are going to hunt in the hilly area. Prepare yourself and come with me.”

Hunting? This excuse Yue Ying can’t be pushed away.

She hesitated for a while, looked at Yue Mei on the bed and said, “What about the eyebrows?”

“There is naturally…” Chen Ping originally wanted to say that there is naturally. Tong takes care of her, but now she thinks that Yue Ying has resentment towards herself, maybe Mu Tong is also affected, so she changed her words: “Naturally, someone will take care of it.”

“That’s right, Sister, you go, I It’s already a lot better.”

Yue Mei, who is a small ghost, also saw that there seemed to be some setbacks between the two, and helped Chen Ping match it up.

“Then, okay.” Although she was unwilling, Yue Ying still agreed.

After lunch, Chen Ping found Yan Fei again and asked him to find ten laborers to bring a mining hoe and follow him out of the tribal resident, and climbed to the top of the nearest hill.

“My lord, what is this going to do?”

Chen Ping didn’t mention what he was doing all the way, and Yan Fei didn’t ask much. At this moment, I saw Chen Ping stop and know that I was there. I finally asked questions.

“Digging the ground.”

Chen Ping didn’t say much, and asked Yan Fei to find two people and start digging under their feet.

The outer layer of the hills is covered with a layer of saline-alkali soil that is 20 cm thick. After digging under the saline-alkaline soil layer, the brown soil is seen as Chen Ping expected.

Seeing the brown cinnamon soil, Chen Ping finally gave a careful guidance:

“Dig into the brown cinnamon soil and then dig down half a knee deep.

Keep this depth, and dig down from here to the bottom of the hill.

You don’t have to dig too much, just dig five, with three steps between each two ditch.

Pile the saline-alkali soil to the left, and the brown cinnamon soil to the right. It doesn’t matter if you dig a mistake, but if you make a lot of mistakes, pick out the soil by yourself!”

This task is very specific. , Yan Fei understood after listening, turned around and confessed to a few others.

In fact, there is no need for him to confess. Those few people were originally watching and listening, and they basically understood what Chen Ping meant.

Compared with collecting hard salt ore in the all black, no daylight Salt Cave, the labor intensity of trenching is obviously much easier.

Soon, a crowd of people started working in a frenzy.

Chen Ping watched for a while and saw that everything was on the right track, so he said to Yan Fei and went down the mountain first.

He intends to use these trenches to grow cassava.

It’s just that the number of potato seeds currently cultivated is limited. In addition, Chen Ping also needs to know whether cassava can be grown on this hilly area before large-scale planting, so only a few trenches have been opened up as experimental fields.

Although the rain in this realm is acid rain, the pattern is very clear. Basically, there is a light rain every two days and a heavy rain every six days.

As long as the cassava seedlings can withstand acid rain, you don’t even need to pour water.

The source of these cassava species is the cassava seedlings planted in the natural outdoor environment of the Dark Yam department. After the acid rain baptism domestication, they should have been accustomed to the acid rain of this realm for a long time.

So Chen Ping is still full of confidence in this experiment.

If Perfection is completed in this wave of experiments, the seeds of cassava will also be available, just copy it down.

In the future, it is not a dream to plant this barren hills into green mountains and waters!

Back at the foot of the mountain, Chen Ping wanted to teach basic planting lessons to the villagers of the tribe in the evening, Chen Ping got a piece of salt paper and used charcoal to write a lesson plan on it.

Although he was not a teacher before the crossing, he had seen pigs run without having eaten pork.

Preparing the lesson plan before the lecture can not only check the omissions and fill in the vacancies, but also clarify the thinking, and clarify everything you want to teach.

Thinking that the Salt Cave people have almost no foundation, Chen Ping is not going to talk too much, just to distinguish the roots, stems, leaves, flowers and fruits of plants, and to introduce a few plants in the tribe that are going to be tested.

As for the specific planting method, it involves the various stages of plant growth, as well as the required nutrients and other issues, which can only be discussed in subsequent courses.

It is best to explain together with the planting process in the future, with both theory and practice, that is the best way of education.

Seeing Chen Ping writing and painting at the table, Mu Tong leaned on the side for a long time before asking: “Master Chen Ping, are you going to teach the people of Salt Cave to know plants?”

Chen Ping just remembered that Mu Tong was from the Dark Yam department where Yaowu senior had stayed.

“Well, Atong, are you literate?”

After Yue Ying determined that the relationship between herself and Mu Tong was extraordinary, Chen Ping no longer concealed these things. He will explain clearly to Yue Ying on the way to the hunt tomorrow.

The two girls are so good. Although he likes Yue Ying more until now, he can’t help but admit that he has become accustomed to Mu Tong’s care these days. He couldn’t drive Mu Tong away.

If Yue Ying really can’t accept it, he can only respect her choice.

“Does the adults refer to these symbols?” Mu Tong pointed to the label Chen Ping made next to the plant picture.

These labels are all Chinese characters.

When Mu Tong said that those are symbols, Chen Ping already knew the answer.

“Yes. Didn’t your grandma teach you how to read?” Chen Ping asked again.

“Are these the words? Grandma didn’t teach me?” After thinking about it, Mu Tong added: “It seems that grandma can’t read.”

Mu Xiu can’t read?

Chen Ping suddenly felt a little strange.

After living together for that many years, Yaowu is senior impossible. It’s right not to teach Mu Xiu to read.

is it possible that, what are the taboos for learning Chinese characters?

But what they speak clearly is also Chinese.

After thinking about it, Chen Ping’s heart moved, thinking of the three books left by Yaowu. The content recorded on it is naturally not convenient for the local aborigines to see.

It’s like writing a diary in the future. If no one in this realm can read the diary you write, you can write the diary as you want. It doesn’t matter where you put it.

But if you teach this realm to recognize Chinese characters, your diary may no longer be seen by others.

Even the closest person next to my pillow.

So, is this the reason why Blue Star people don’t teach Chinese characters?

Do you want to follow this tradition? Or break this tradition?

Chen Ping in the heart tangled up.