Conferred God: I, Who Just Wanted To Run Away, Was Overheard By The Emperor

"Yin Ze, do you also support the construction of Lutai?" Di Xin, who couldn't think of the best of both worlds, moved in his heart. He made a decision after clichéd Yin Ze's words. Building Lutai is the solution to the famine.

"Support, Father Wang Shengming, my son absolutely supports it!" The disdain on Yin Ze's face turned into a look of extreme admiration.

[Cut, Brother Shou is here again, why do you ask me about this kind of thing, but Lutai is a big killer that wastes people, hurts money and damages the luck of the big business, it shouldn't appear now, Jiang Ziya hasn't come down the mountain yet, ahead of time It's been almost six years, it's really strange, is it because of my appearance that something has changed? 】

[Hi... The butterfly effect is so terrifying, it seems that the scolding of Yin Jiao in the court a few days ago was too fierce, no, no, I can't keep thinking about running away, I want to be a runaway salted fish, go to Extremely natural and stable. 】

The corners of Di Xin's eyes twitched. Although the amount of information is quite large, the voice of this renegade son is really unpleasant to hear. Keep talking!

"I ask you, if you don't build Lutai, do you have a solution to the famine?"

When Di Xin asked this sentence, not only Yin Ze was stunned, but the civil and military affairs of the Man Dynasty were also stunned.

This kind of thing, you ask a little doll who is only fourteen years old?

And isn't there already Lutai, a good plan that can completely solve the famine?

"Father, my son is stupid. I really can't think of any solution for such a big thing as a famine." Yin Ze shook his head 'sincerely and fearfully', but in his heart, a little yellow chicken appeared to kill you with a knife 's expression pack, aiming at Quasi Emperor Xin's stomach is just a small combo of tricks.

[Brother Shou, just send a kind heart and stop messing with me, okay? Why do you always let me make such a head! 】

Yin Ze couldn't help but complain in his heart, but people are cheap.

When someone asks you a question, you don't say anything, but in your heart, you can't help but start thinking along the question.

We have a way to cure the famine. Yin Ze couldn't help but think of the agricultural-style prizes of the lottery system a while ago.

Prize type: Improved one-time props.

Name of the prize: Baipu Guogusu production-increasing medicine.

Prize introduction: It can be produced in the country of Hundred Pu, and the two-yearly harvested Gusu can be improved to four a year. While increasing the yield, it can enhance the resistance to drought and waterlogging insects, one-time use, can permanently improve the Gusu gene, which can be inherited. ...

[Tsk tsk tsk, the current Gusu of Dashang is producing once a year, but if you go south, the Gusu in the Land of Hundred Pus can be harvested twice a year. I remember Zhang Kui, the defender of Mianchi County, whose mount is speed. The full unicorn smoke beast, if Zhang Kui takes a space Magical Item such as the Qiankun Bag to go to the Land of Hundred Pus, it will be done in about three days. With the Gusu seeds of the Land of Hundred Pus, what is famine. 】

Di Xin's eyes widened, what?

Gusu in the Land of Hundred Pussy to the south can actually harvest twice a year!

If this is obtained, the food of the big businessman will be doubled!

Suddenly learning of this kind of thing, Di Xin almost couldn't control his mind.

But the next second, the voice that shocked him even more came.

[However, with the Gusu of the Land of Hundred Pu, although it can double the food for the big businessmen, it cannot solve the urgent need. To solve this famine, it is necessary to match my Gusu of the Land of Hundred Pu to increase production and improve the medicine, which can be obtained from Two harvests a year have become four harvests. There are four harvests in each season of the year, and it is easy to solve the famine. 】

Click!

Di Xin was so excited that he broke the armrest of the emperor's throne, but he found that if he squeezed it too early, he would not have to squeeze it later.

[Actually, even with my Baipu Guogusu production-increasing and improving medicines, Dashang's farming technology is too backward at the moment. Now Dashang should use manpower to plow and open fields, right? Even if there is a plough, it is the most primitive and backward kind. Even if they get the seeds of Gusu that are harvested four times a year, it is impossible for them to complete the planting and harvesting within four months. 】

[However, this problem is easy to solve. 】

Yin Ze thought of another prize drawn in the agricultural wind lottery cycle.

The prehistoric adaptation version of the curved plough.

Yin Ze thought about the shape of the Quyuan Plough in his heart, and Di Xin was shocked to find that a drawing appeared in front of him, which outlined the appearance of a strange plow in every detail.

[This plough is still very good. With this curved plough, the agricultural efficiency of Dashang has been improved by at least ten times. 】

[Well, coupled with my Quyuan plow, it will live together, let alone the famine in the near future, even in the next thousand years, with these few things, there will be no disaster such as famine in the human race. 】

[It's a pity, I can't tell Brother Shou about these things, and I dare to bring such benign changes to the big businessmen. Those Saints who expect to share the luck of the big businessmen don't hate me. I'm sorry. Brother Shou, I'm sorry to those innocent victims of Dashang, I'm just an ordinary person who wants to live well, I don't want to be killed by those Saints, so...]

Thinking of this, Yin Ze's eyes dimmed.

This kind of feeling of being able to solve the famine obviously and making countless victims alive but unable to do it is very uncomfortable.

No, it's not so much a pain, it's a torment.

People, especially people like Yin Ze, must have kindness. If they have kindness, they will feel tormented.

But he doesn't think he made the wrong choice.

Yin Ze feels that he can be a good person only if he does good deeds without endangering his own life or harming his own interests. Anyway, he can't do the Saint act of cutting flesh and feeding eagles.

If you suffer, you will suffer, and if you suffer, you will suffer. Living is the most important thing.

On the throne, Di Xin looked at Yin Ze with complicated eyes.

He seemed to understand Yin Ze's difficulties.

After all, the one who covets the luck of the big merchant family, but Saint, the son of the Dao who has not yet grown up, should be afraid of fear when facing Saint.

but……

Knowing the future, he is still the son of the Dao of the immature beast. He has a good plan and countless clever ways to change the world, but because Saint does not dare to show his feet.

Di Xin brushed his chest straight, and the king's coercion swept across the golden throne.

Yin Ze, don't forget, I, but the king of men, you are my son!

You are afraid, I am not afraid!

You are afraid, I am not afraid!

Whatever you fear in your heart is fine, just think about it, and I will do the rest for you!

At this moment, Di Xin felt that it was great to be able to eavesdrop on Yin Ze's voice, which was a perfect match.

The king of men is fearless, so what is the fear of a mere Saint.

So what about Saint, the king of people face to face, Saint also wants to meet each other!

But in an instant, Di Xin had already considered everything. With him, Yin Ze would never feel the slightest pressure from Saint.

"The construction of Lutai, I have to think about it again, discuss it another day, and retreat!"

Di Xin waved his hand and hurriedly ended today's morning court.

However, in the evening of the same day, a military general who was riding a god and a single horn, surrounded by clouds and mist, rushed to Chaoge, and was brought into the palace by Di Xin's confidants.

That night, the generals rode like thunder and lightning, with an Eight Trigrams Qiankun Ruyi Scepter bag on his waist and crotch, rushing towards the south of Gezheng.

In the imperial city, Di Xin put down his pen and handed Evil a drawing.

"Call me a skilled craftsman overnight, and I will see this thing at sunrise tomorrow!"

Evil Lai received the decree to retire, and Di Xin rubbed his brows.

In the Valley of the Baipu Kingdom, Zhang Kui went.

Quyuan plough, evil has come and gone.

What's left is that Baipu Guogusu's production-increasing and improving potions.

But this thing, Di Xin does not intend to force it, he has already got enough from Yin Ze's heart, and Dashang has also become better because of Yin Ze.

With the paddy harvested twice a year in the Land of Hundred Pu, plus the curved plough, which can increase the farming efficiency by at least ten times, and the various strategies formulated by the ministers to deal with the famine, it is enough to reduce the loss of this famine to a small amount. degree of tolerance.

Even without this Gusu improved medicine, after this famine is over, the annual grain production of Dashang can be increased several times. With these, Di Xin is satisfied.

Then go to Tianlutai, forget it.