How could Chu Jun handle a few hundred acres of land alone?
Asking them to plow the land was purely a joke.
It was the harvest season now, and the main thing was to dig out the potatoes.
Chu Jun planted a lot of potatoes!
He even made a lot of simple potato chips.
The potatoes were cut into slices and then simply soaked in the sea.
They were directly exposed to the sun.
At noon, the temperature could reach more than 40 degrees!
After three hours of sun-drying, it had almost turned into potato chips.
It was a little salty, but not too much.
Chu Jun originally wanted to stop Old Zhao from coming, but this guy insisted on following him no matter what.
A man in his forties or fifties was like a gluttonous child.
The left sleeve was stuffed with dried sweet potatoes, and the right sleeve was stuffed with potato chips.
He ate as he walked.
"Young man, these potato chips taste really good! It was crispy and delicious, and it was suitable for saltiness. It was best to make more!”
Walking on the ridge, Wang Ben couldn't help but salivate.
Qin Shihuang rewarded him with a lot of potato chips and dried sweet potatoes for his meritorious service in saving the emperor yesterday.
"Not bad! It's indeed not bad!"
Wang Ben nodded as he chewed.
"It's just a little dry."
"Why don't I get you some iced Sprite?”
"Hmm? Iced Sprite?"
Wang Ben's eyes lit up.
"Get lost, go to the fields and work!”
"Ahem…"
When Chu Jun first arrived, there was nothing.
The unreliable system gave him a seed and then ran away.
He had no choice but to rely on himself to survive on a deserted island.
He used wood to make all kinds of tools.
For example, the wooden shovel used to dig the ground was made of a very strong ironwood on the island.
Chu Jun used shells and stones to polish it bit by bit.
In addition, there was also a sickle.
He also used ironwood, but it was relatively blunt.
Chu Jun had used a shell to change it into a serrated shape, so it could still be used.
Great Qin's three leaders felt even more surprised.
"Young man, what is this?"
"Sickle."
"Sickle?"
Qin Shihuang sat on the edge of the ridge and looked at the crisscrossed sawteeth on it.
He waved it gently twice and it was very easy to use.
He casually found a piece of wood and sawed it off in a few moves.
"This is the same principle as a saw. Because there was no iron, they used wood, so they changed it into a serrated shape.”
Wang Ben and Meng Yi were Great Qin's Generals and Ministers, and they were digging holes in the ground like groundhogs.
After digging up a string of potatoes, a happy smile appeared on his face.
5,000 catties per mu!
"Isn't the straighter the saw, the better?"
"Nonsense, this kind of crisscrossing is only useful in two rows.”
Chu Jun snapped back.
Motherf * cker, did he really think he was the emperor?
It was fine if he didn't work, but he was still nagging.
The saw was invented very early. It was invented by Lu's craftsman class, which was Lu Ban.
The inspiration came from the jagged edges of the weeds.
However, the saw at that time was actually very useless. Many craftsmen would rather use an axe than a saw.
Because they used straight teeth, it was easy to get stuck in the wood. When they used it, two or three people had to work together, which greatly reduced their work efficiency.
Chu Jun had added the improved saw into the sickle.
It could also be used as a sickle or a saw.
However, because it was wood, they rarely saw it. They were all used to cut rice.
"Hiss…good stuff!"
"Minister Meng!"
Meng Yi instantly understood. He immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote it down.
Then, he continued digging potatoes.
"Young man, you've planted a few hundred acres on this island, right?”
"It's about the same."
"How are you going to sow the land by yourself? This island didn't seem to have the help of bullocks.”
"Are you stupid? Look at the farming tools beside you.”
Chu Jun shot a glance at him in annoyance.
Who are you looking down on?
He was an agriculture professor!
How could this be difficult for him?
As long as his thoughts did not decline, there would always be more solutions than difficulties!
What was a hearse for?
What did Qu Yuanli do?
So what if there were no cows?
If the wild boar was starved for two days, he could still use the Quyuan Plow and hang a potato with a fishing rod in front of the wild boar!
" This is…a plow?!"
Qin Shihuang was dumbfounded when he saw the strange shape of the Quyuan Li…
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