"Your Majesty, you are right! The cassava is planted obliquely, the roots will be shallow, and it will be easier to dig! ... Also, the cassava is peeled, soaked in water, cut into pieces, ground, steamed... these methods, you We have to make up a ditty, or turn it into a song, and let the priests sing it! They are the best at it, and only they sing it, and 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,

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