The latest website: "Your Majesty, you are right! The cassava is planted obliquely, the roots will be shallow, and it will be easier to dig! ... Also, cassava peeling, soaking, cutting, grinding, steaming... these things You have to make up a ditty, or turn it into a song, and let the priests sing it! They are the best at doing this, and only when they sing, the villagers can easily believe it..."

Beside the cassava field, the old militiaman Chihuaco quietly kicked and smoothed the "blind mound" he just poked on the ground. Then, he turned around and continued to chat with the high-spirited His Majesty about growing cassava.

"Eh? As for the seed selection and cultivation you mentioned... How do you plant the cassava seeds and choose the roots? How can I, a stupid old farmer, know that? Let the clever priests figure it out!..."

"Haha! Chivaco, you are not stupid, on the contrary, you are very smart! ... Your knowledge is honed out in practice. In fact, it is easier to use than the knowledge learned by the priests! I am thinking, should I Send you to Shenwei University, study hard for a few years!"

"What?! I am half buried in the ground, what kind of education do you want me to go to the place of the priests... Uh!... Isn't this letting the roots of old trees hold cocoa beans and knock off people's teeth?..."

"Hahaha!...I think it's better to be an old tree root like you! Cocoa beans can only be eaten, but old tree roots can be made into crutches, and you can find your way everywhere!..."

Shulot smiled, looked at the nervous old militiaman Chivaco, and praised him.

"Chivaco, I didn't know that Cuba had cassava, and I didn't give orders to the fleet. In the end, you helped the kingdom bring cassava back! Not only that, you also brought back the Cuban tung oil tree that produces oil..."

As he spoke, Xiulot pointed to the other side of the backyard, where a row of small seed buds were sprouting, which was the Cuban tung oil tree, or jatropha. For these new crops, Xiu Luote is very tight, and specially arranged a few personal guards to manage and take care of them. And when he sent out the exploration fleet two years ago, he never thought that there would be such an unexpected harvest!

"Chihuaco, what you said before is right! Cassava is indeed able to live countless people!...It's just that this high-yield crop is tropical and subtropical...oh, it can only be grown in a very warm place! And in no Such a warm place, such as the northern continent you visited when you first explored, is not easy to grow cassava... The further north you go, the colder the climate, the fewer crops you can grow, and the less food you can eat. Those innumerable northern tribes, as long as they encounter a terrible cold wave, their farmland will be completely wiped out, and even the entire tribe will starve to death and freeze to death..."

Having said that, Shulot paused, his expression became solemn. He looked at Chivako's surprised old face and asked seriously.

"Witness of the Lord God! Do you know what kind of crop can save countless tribes in the northern continent where the cold wave and disasters occur?"

"Uh? Your Majesty...is...what is it?"

The old militiaman Chivako was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering. His keen intuition told him that there seemed to be some kind of unknown fate, like a dark cloud in the sky, following His Majesty's words, gradually enveloping him.

"The Lord God testifies! It's potatoes!"

Shulot reached out and patted Chivaco on the shoulder. Seeing His Majesty's friendly gesture, the old militiaman suddenly trembled, his knees trembling a little. He clearly remembered that the damned village head had patted him like this when he was sent to the army of warriors for conscription.

"Soil... Potatoes? Those small 'round beans' the size of pigeon eggs or even quail eggs?"

"That's right! In the entire world at this time, this is the only staple food that can withstand the cold!"

Shulot touched his chin, recalling the latest news from the West Coast Exploration Fleet. About five months ago, they had arrived in the land of the Golden Bay, which is the San Francisco Bay Area in later generations. Subsequently, the fleet selected a port to establish the most important kingdom settlement on the west coast, Xishan Port!

Hearing the latest news brought back by the kingdom's guano stone fleet after nearly half a year, Xiulot was very excited. The exploration of the East China Sea and the West Sea, which he values ​​most, bear fruitful results almost in the same season!

For this reason, he already issued a king's decree yesterday to be brought back to the kingdom by his personal guards: order the second batch of support ships to set off as soon as possible to supplement the settlements and longships along the west coast! At the same time, a new problem, although not urgent, gradually emerged.

"Lord God bless! Potatoes are cold-resistant and high-yield crops, and they are the most urgently needed new crops on the northern continent! However, although potatoes have been spread to Central America, the yield of potatoes in the kingdom is very small, and the tubers are also very small... this It is because this kind of potato has been self-crossing in the process of spreading to the north, resulting in degeneration... And to increase its yield, it is necessary to find different varieties to hybridize, or to find higher-yielding tubers!  …”

Xiulot said patiently and patiently for a long time. He looked at Chivako's increasingly confused face and increasingly disturbed eyes, and finally concluded briefly.

"The Lord God testifies! In short, the kingdom needs new, more productive, more hardy potatoes! This potato, or rather, these many varieties of potatoes, will save millions of northern tribes!  … Chivaco, you You know, where do you find potatoes like this?"

"Well!…"

Hearing this, the old militiaman Chivaco immediately shivered, his knees were weak, and his fingers trembled. He trembled, looked at His Majesty's smiling face, and said through gritted teeth.

"The South! The South of the world! There is the Southern Continent thousands of miles away!..."

"Hey! The Lord God blesses you! It is indeed the south of the world, the vast southern continent!"

Hearing this, Shulot's face was suddenly a little surprised. He blinked and asked curiously.

"Chivaco, how do you know?"

"Your Majesty, you have already said that there is no such thing in the northern continent. The alliance and the kingdom are not good. The Cuban Snake Island in the east eats cassava, so there is only the south!"

The old militiaman Chivako stared wide-eyed, gritted his teeth again, and continued to answer.

"Actually, when I was eating potatoes by the Mayan seaside, I also asked the cunning bald fox... Oh, that's the Mayan merchant Tikalo! He said, these potatoes came from the south, what kind of fleet is the celestial snake , brought back hundreds of years ago... He also gave us a sea chart of the south coast, a place called Qibucha, which is in the hands of the priest of Mecate!..."

"Blessed by the Lord God, that's how it is! That's right! The origin of potatoes is in the far southern continent! And those real native species of potatoes, many strange new crops, including cinchona trees whose flowers I only know are blue, and The large and small alpacas that can be transported...are all in the vast and rich southern land!..."

Listening to His Majesty's narration, the old militiaman Chivako pursed his lips, his eyes full of hesitation. He thought of the terrible storm he encountered when Cuba returned, and the longship that was swallowed by the storm, and finally made up his mind!

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty! As you said before, you will promise me a, uh, reasonable condition..."

The old militiamen opened their eyes wide and bowed slowly. He looked at the serious majesty in front of him, bowed his head and begged ~lightnovelpub.net~ I...I still want to live, to see my son again...can...can I? ..."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Shulot frowned. He pursed his lips, stared at the poor old militiaman, remained silent for a while, and then slowly and firmly shook his head.

"Chivaco, I know what you want...but my answer is, no!...I only believe in you and can only entrust you with this important task! The Cuban Snake Island has successfully returned, bringing back new crops... You will also come back alive from the vast southern continent, bringing back good varieties of potatoes and alpacas..."

"So, witness of the Lord God! Chivaco, you have to go to sea again for me, to the southern continent!... Of course, don't worry, there are still two years... When the kingdom opens up the sea route to the south, you are ready to go south fleet..."

"At that time, the new position of exploration captain...I have already appointed it, and it must be you!..."

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