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The favored one distributed the seeds to the border residents for the second time, and she asked everyone to do what Ian had demonstrated before. "You shall only eat the seeds that first rise to the surface," she said, and the people obeyed.

The border residents brought back the seeds, washed them, sorted them, filtered the water, covered them with cloth, and covered them. The priests were surrounded by the new notice until their throats became hoarse, and there was still an endless stream of people coming to listen to the instructions. Two days later, the pots and pans in every house were covered with seedlings.

From then on, there was no one in Thebes defense line who did not believe in the favor of the gods. Everyone was convinced by her and firmly believed that what she said was the law of the gods. Even if she is not a god herself, she must be a great figure such as a prophet or a sage.

They followed her instructions, put a handful of seeds into a bowl or dish, and poured turbid red muddy water into it, just enough to expose half of the seeds to the air and submerge half in the muddy water. They carefully enshrined the family's meal in a sunny place and moved it several times a day to chase the sun. This was also the guidance of the blessed ones. "Chasing the light" finally took on the religious color they were familiar with. People worked very diligently, and the results were visible to the naked eye: the seedlings grew a knuckle every day, and soon they were as tall as a palm.

Until many years later, this mysterious saying was circulated: to avoid light when germinating, it is the beloved ones who teach mortals to avoid the sight of the God of Light; to chase light when growing buds, in order to steal as much as possible the power of the God of Light to make all things grow. The plot of "the favored ones of the gods stand on the side of mortals and steal power from the harsh gods" is very popular. It has spread far beyond the boring saying of "the phototropism and backlighting of plants". Hundreds of years later, there are still people Talk about it with relish.

As for Anxu, she is very fortunate for two things at the moment. First, she has a friend who is studying at the Agricultural University. She once went into the laboratory with her friend and listened to him talk about the conditions for germination breeding; second, she discovered that Dennis, an iron cock, has a crotch. Half of the money was deducted when the seeds were distributed, so the previous losses can still be made up.

Anxu thanked Dennis for his help and deducted 10% of the promised free assistance.

When it was discovered that planting was really worthwhile, she didn't need to remind her that the monastery and the border army would no longer be passive in their work. Dennis carefully allocated half of the priests to farm, and Jane even waved her hand, confidently allowing most of the border troops to temporarily disarm and return to the fields. "Aren't you here?" She said heartily, as if she was not afraid of anything if there was a cheat.

People were clearing open land under the command of An Xu, and the seeds they bought were limited. The autumn and winter results of the demolition office girl were enough for the time being. They only needed to clear away the weeds and gravel and loosen the land. They buried the seedlings as high as the palm of their hands in the soil one by one, with each pile at arm's length. Someone changes shifts to water the land every day, and for a while it seems to be on track.

...that's weird.

For the umpteenth time, An Xu thought seriously: How can people be so stupid?

Today two people quarreled over the scope of farming because the distances measured by their arms overlapped; yesterday someone was planting and found that he had planted in someone else's field because the new farmer put the two fields before returning home. One shoe is placed with one foot pointing east and one foot pointing west, to show that the toe of one foot is pointing to one's own field, and the other is pointing to others... Similar incidents happen several times every day, let alone not knowing which container. There are problems such as too much water and not remembering how many times you watered and where.

This is a world where only nobles can read and write, and there are no schools except seminaries, aristocratic colleges, and tutors.

Therefore, it is very normal for civilians to be illiterate, illiterate, unable to distinguish between east, west, north, south, left and right (they can still distinguish up and down), and unable to convert weights and measures, etc.

What's troublesome is not just turning "An Xu teaches you the scientific knowledge that middle school students can understand" into "the gods' favored ones guide you about the laws of the world." What they lack is not just planting methods and unsuperstitious ways of thinking. The border residents here lack knowledge, lack quality, and have strange outlooks. There is a hundreds of years of modern civilization gap between them and Anxu.

An Xu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Get someone to teach them!" The God-favored man patted the abbot's table rudely, "It doesn't need to be too advanced, just how to read and count! Can the monks here know how to read?"

Dennis's face twisted into a particularly subtle expression. He held his breath. He seemed to want to refute the inappropriate slander of the God's Favorite (of course the monks can read! Priests who are not from Alinggu also have dignity!), but because of the The other party held the IOU for the offering and the method of planting in his hand, and swallowed the rebuttal.

"We know how to read," he said reservedly, "but Your Excellency, the Favored One, do you want priests to teach the common people? This is too fantastic."

"When I said I wanted to farm, you still thought it was unreasonable." An Xu rolled his eyes.

"I don't know what dissatisfaction there is with Your Excellency, God's Favored One," Dennis said sincerely. "Aren't all civilians as tame as lambs?"

"I'm not satisfied with anything? I'm not satisfied with anything! Have you ever seen such a stupid person?"

"But isn't this what common people are like?" Dennis asked with a matter-of-fact expression, "'The lion drives the lamb with his teeth and claws, and the shepherd uses a whip, because the sheep is blind.' How can the common people not be stupid? This is the aristocracy. and the necessity of our shepherds’ existence.”

"Stupid." An Xu said.

"Indeed," Dennis agreed.

"I'm talking about the person who wrote that sentence and believed it." An Xu sneered disapprovingly.

Civilians don't need to think, it's enough for the nobles and the Holy See to think. It would be better for them to be like blindfolded donkeys, obediently spinning around the millstone all their lives until they die and be skinned and cooked for meat. ——It’s just that those who are used to standing at the top of the crowd forget that they are still essentially the same human beings.

"Sheep, lion, shepherd? You are so clearly distinguished. Is there reproductive isolation between you or something?" An Xu curled his lips at Dennis's expression that clearly didn't understand. "Sheep are not born, they are taught. Yes. You fooled the people who accounted for 90% of the population of Amenan into stupid lambs, and then what? Wait until you cry when more powerful alien creatures invade! Wait, there are alien beasts on your side? Human beings are not at the top of the food chain, but you are still busy making fools out of living creatures. Is it just luck that the human world has not been destroyed yet?"

The God-Blessed One took a breath and felt that it was a good thing that he was not mainly fighting the construction route, otherwise he would have been pissed to death as the leader of this group of people. How did the king survive? Oh, remember the king is not very smart either. This is the rhythm of the pill.

"Forget it, don't fight about the three views. There is nothing we can do about historical limitations." The God-favored man said to himself, "Anyway, you have to allocate people to teach them, and the teaching practice will be paid according to the time you spend praying on your behalf."

"Is this..." The abbot did not respond directly, but his heart was obviously moved. Pay according to vicarious prayer time! If the common people are so stupid, it will definitely take a long time to teach them; if the common people are so stupid, if they cannot learn, then there is definitely no way...

"If you don't know how to teach, I won't pay a penny." An Xu added.

Dennis immediately got into a fight, saying that it was against the rules to teach civilians how to read (An Xu said that I am the rule, and those who disagree can come to me on their own), and then said that civilians are too stupid to teach them how to read (An Xu said that if others can teach it, Does it mean that the monastery is not qualified to be a shepherd?), you and I went back and forth for a long time. Finally, the abbot gave in under the coercion and inducement, and had to apologize: "To teach so many civilians, a person in the monastery is completely overwhelmed. !”

"I know you are in trouble, and I have no hope of leaving it all to you." An Xu waved his hand, making the other party fall backwards in anger.

An Xu went to find Jane.

"Do you want a teacher who can teach them?" Jane touched her chin and asked, "There are less than one person available nearby."

“You don’t necessarily need a teacher, as long as you can read and count, that’s enough.” An Xu said.

"Just fine? Do you think the streets are full of people who can read? There are no nobles here on the border..." At this point, Jane glanced at An Xu hesitantly, "There may be dozens of people who can read, but they are Sinners."

"What?"

"Sinful people." Jane repeated, seeing that An Xu didn't look like he couldn't bear it, and continued: "Many nobles who have offended the Holy See, lords, and colleagues have been exiled here with their families, and they have not been kicked out this year."

"Why do you want to drive him out?" An Xu asked.

"According to convention, they shouldn't be admitted into the defense line...Don't you hate them very much?"

"When did I hate them? I even just knew what the criminals were!" An Xu said inexplicably.

As soon as the two talked about it, they understood what kind of misunderstanding had happened before. Jane was a little embarrassed to find that An Xu not only did not hate the criminals, but was even so magnanimous to them that he didn't care.

"Some people don't have to be stupid!" An Xu said, "Why are you driving them away?"

"Isn't this not good?" Jane hesitated.

"What's wrong? Do you think they are unpardonable?"

"No! The Border Army absorbs some of the brave and capable warriors from the criminals every year!"

"Then what are you afraid of?" An Xu glanced at the general with hatred, "You all know that using the beast tide to reduce the number of criminals, why don't you bring in all the people? The king doesn't know how many people have died here. !”

"Holy See……"

"Do you think that guy Dennis," she pointed to the monastery in the distance, imitating Dennis' gesture of counting money and grinning, "will he report it?"

A light clicked on in Jane's head.

Yes, people are begging us now! In the past years, Jane and the monastery had never dealt with each other, and she would never be like the lords in some places who paid bribes in exchange for turning a blind eye. Now Jane still did not bribe the other party, but she became his creditor by accident. It feels so good to be the creditor who is being asked for, rather than the one who is begging for help.

So it was done.

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This morning, the border army knocked on the door of the criminals. The criminals greeted the soldiers with anxious expressions, fearing that these soldiers would send them an ultimatum to drive them out of the city. In previous years, they had to go out, and the pain should have become numb, but this year is different. The seedlings in the field change every day. If they leave, who will water the seedlings?

The soldiers only asked one question, whether anyone was literate, and after asking them to register (asking literate people to write down their names and the location of their temporary residence), they left.

"My lords," someone ventured to ask, "can we see the wheat ripen before we leave?"

He was talking in his sleep, and some onlookers shook their heads sympathetically. Although those people were criminals, they lived together during this period and went out to water the fields together every day. You helped me look at the fields and I helped you fetch water. Most of those who did not become enemies developed some revolutionary friendship. . As soon as they heard that someone was going to be forced to leave before this miracle could be harvested, people thought about themselves and began to lament in sympathy.

"Okay." The soldier said.

"Really?" people exclaimed noisily, "can the harvest be completed in the spring?"

"Not so fast. Your Excellency, God's Favored One, said that it won't be until summer... can it be done in summer?"

The soldiers also had a dreamy look on their faces, the people kept chattering in confusion, and the expressions of the criminals turned gloomy. After all, no criminals could stay within the defense line until the summer break. The soldier shook his head and added: "But. No one needs to leave."