It is true that blood is surging, but in that era, you can be ready to die. If you are dedicated to your country and the people, you must do what you can! Do what you can, and don’t force it if you can. Recruit troops, resist the Japanese invaders, become famous in the battle, expand your army, open your golden fingers, defeat the little Japan, step on the four islands of the Japanese, pacify Asia, and unify the earth. Oh, well, ha, for Meng Youtian, this is more difficult, quite difficult, and harder than climbing to the sky. It’s better to wait for the next time to travel through time and take the Star Fleet to talk about it!

Although Zijuan didn't know how to farm, it didn't prevent her from asking this and that, and having more conversations with Meng Youtian. Meng Youtian did not reserve it and simply told her thoughts.

"About ten days before the wheat harvest, corn will emerge. When the wheat harvest is harvested, soybeans will be produced. This will not only alleviate the conflict between wheat harvest and summer planting labor, but also help to achieve high yields between wheat and corn." Meng Youtian took the tea bowl handed over by Mrs. Zhang, took a sip and said, "You have to dig two fermented ponds, and the crops are all about fertilizer. As long as you don't encounter major disasters, according to my method, the harvest can be increased by at least 30% compared with previous years."

Zijuan's eyes emitted light, not for the harvest in the fields, but because Meng Youtian said so many insightful words to her and her expression was quite natural and easy-going. She was happy that Meng Youtian had regained her normal temper.

"Don't you believe it?" Meng Youtian misunderstood Zijuan's meaning, sighed softly and said, "Then follow the original method to seed seeds, first do an experiment on the slope where my dogs don't pee, and speak vernacularly-"

"No, no, it's not that I don't believe it." Zijuan waved her hand in a hurry, "You made sense. I only realized your true skills today. I was stunned by hearing this. Haha, just do what you said. My father, he is an amateur who doesn't take Hengcao. He only knows that wheat can grind flour and steamed buns, and beans can squeeze oil to make tofu. Brother Tian, ​​I believe you, you can do whatever you want."

This sounded familiar. Meng Youtian tilted his head and thought about it. A Xiu had said this. He was so popular. He could do whatever he wanted, but he could do it. He smiled and dispelled this dirty thought, and stood up to say goodbye.

Zijuan was a little disappointed, lowered her head and twisted the braid hanging on her chest to the door. Meng Youtian suddenly stopped. She almost hit Meng Youtian and took two steps back with a red face.

"Well, does Mr. Song cherish his books as much as his life and never lends them to others?" Meng Youtian asked tentatively.

Zijuan blinked her eyes and asked in confusion, "Brother Aritian, do you want to lend a book? Who do you show it to?"

"I'll read it myself!" Meng Youtian blurted out, and immediately felt something was wrong. He quickly scratched his head and made up lies, "Forget it, I can't read a lot of big words. What books can I laugh at you."

Zijuan smiled. She thought of a good way to get in touch with Meng Youtian forever and said, "No joke. It's a good thing to want to read books. If you don't know words, you can come to me, or ask me when you are rushing to your house to play with A Xiu. What book do you want to read? Choose yourself, why don't I find one for you?"

Meng Youtian stretched out his finger and pointed to the bookshelf, pretending to be stupid and said, "Is that good? There is a word mountain on it, I know it."

Zijuan looked at it carefully and smiled and said, "I have seen the Legend of Swordsman in Shushan. It's quite interesting. I'll give it to you."

"Mr. Song won't be angry, right?" Meng Youtian asked cautiously.

"No." Zijuan walked to the bookshelf, pulled out the book, and said, "This is what I bought from the county. My father doesn't like such miscellaneous books. If it is an old book with thread, it will be difficult to deal with."

"Thank you, Zijuan." Meng Youtian took the book and expressed his sincere gratitude.

"Don't be polite." Zijuan pursed her lips and was happy that her plan was half successful. "Brother Tian, ​​I'm reading a medical book. Maybe I can cure your legs in the future. That, I have no other intentions. This happened because of me, and I always feel uneasy."

Meng Youtian smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's a blessing to have a lost horse. If your leg is lame, it may be a good thing. You don't have to be too sad. Okay, I'll leave. When Mr. Song comes back, you will learn theories from him and you will always have to agree."

Zijuan turned back to the house when she was sent to the gate. The girl kept frowning and wondering, "Why is it wrong for Sai Weng to lose his horse? How could Brother Aotian say such knowledgeable words? Where did he learn it? This fable is very appropriate to his lame legs!

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The burning iron piece was placed on the anvil, and Wang Mingyi swung the hammer and beat it hard. Mars flew, making his face darkened, and it flashed brightly and darkly. Genbao hit and pulled the bellows, with a smile on his face. Since his fever and burned his mind, he had a little more laughing, and he was quite free and easy.

"Uncle Wang, are you busy?" Meng Youtian came to the blacksmith shop and shouted at Wang Mingyi.

Wang Mingyi nodded, and the breath he was holding was not released. He jingled and beat him for a while, and inserted the beaten pickaxe into the water. As a stream of water vapor rose, he breathed a long breath.

"Come in!" Wang Mingyi raised his head and smiled and said, "Boy, it's the same temper as your father. He made up his mind and couldn't even pull back the nine-headed cows, but it made your mother very worried!" Then he turned around and ordered Genbao, "Stop, take a break."

Meng Youtian walked into the blacksmith shop with a smile and made a face at Nembao, "I'm going to let you rest, I don't know how tired you are."

"Areda, Areda." Kenbao smiled foolishly.

"Look at you, you can't even call me." Meng Youtian shook his head and said, "You can pull the bellows. You have to learn to attack Uncle Wang, don't just tired him!"

"Come on, I'm quite content with this." Wang Mingyi sat casually, took out the tobacco pipe that was tied to his waist, pointed at the scepter, signaled Meng Youtian to sit down, and said, "This kid, I don't know how worried he is, he is better than us!"

Meng Youtian felt very much. This person is not the same as physical and mental fatigue. It is not too much to think less like Genbao, or to think nothing except eating and sleeping, which may be a kind of relief, especially in these poor days in troubled times. To put it bluntly, heartless people are always happy, and it is not too much to say that Genbao is the happiest person in the village.

"There are fields, there is meat." Genbao smiled and looked at Meng Youtian.

"Yes, there is meat, I'll send it to you and the uncle!" Meng Youtian nodded with laughter and cry. Enlightenment Novel Network

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