PFC Chapter 2625 Mayfly World (25)
Chapter 2625 Mayfly World (25)
Chapter 2625 Mayfly World (Twenty-Five)
Until he got off the plane, Magneto did not realize the seriousness of the matter. Holding the contract in his hand, he was very proud and thought that he would soon be able to return to the Andromeda Galaxy with a large amount of food resources and continue to be a sharp knife for mankind's interstellar exploration.
The plane landed in Guadalajara, and it became even hotter here. The distribution of rain and heat conditions in Mexico is similar to that in China, with humid south and dry north. The north is dry and hot, while here it is humid and hot.
Schiller felt his clothes were soaked before he even walked out the door, but Clark was very happy. He said, "Although I don't know what year this is, it seems that we are lucky. The rain conditions this year are quite good, and we should be able to have a good harvest soon."
Schiller stared at the text message on his phone and said, "This is not luck. The Star Lord has already started working. Which village should we go to first?"
"Go straight away?" Magneto raised his eyebrows and said, "Shouldn't we find a hotel first..."
"Why look for a hotel? Of course we should go directly to the village and find a house to stay. It rained today, and it would be best to sow seeds tomorrow morning when the soil is still wet." Clark strode out of the airport and said, "I'll go get a taxi."
Several people came to the outside of the airport, where there were many black car drivers waiting to pick up passengers. Clark started chatting with them in authentic southern accent Spanish. Several drivers thought Clark was a local Mexican star who came here to film a show, so they were very easy to talk to.
But after seeing Clark bringing a few passengers who were obviously Americans, they waved their hands and refused to take the job. Clark had to come up with the excuse that they were American experts who came to provide agricultural guidance.
But they didn't buy it at all and said very bluntly that it was impossible for the United States to send experts to provide agricultural guidance.
After haggling for a long time, the price could not be negotiated. Fortunately, Schiller was not short of the money, so they finally got in the car.
On the way, Clark talked about the local climate and land conditions, but Magneto and Schiller, who looked more like scholars, kept silent. Magneto didn't know how to do it, and Schiller didn't understand.
When they got off the car, the local driver actually believed that they were there for agricultural technical guidance, so he gave them a discount, which made Schiller very happy.
But when they arrived at the place, they were in trouble. Although they had contracted the land here, the village was not completely deserted. As soon as they entered the village, they were met with many unwelcome looks.
Magneto snorted coldly, not caring at all. His sharp eyes like an eagle swept over the villagers squatting in the corner. He was already planning to pick out a troublemaker and make an example of him.
Clark was a little worried because the villagers here did not live very well. Although they were not starving and wearing tattered clothes, it was obvious that there were old, weak, sick and disabled people everywhere, and even children were hard to find.
The only young man received them in a dim and dilapidated room, and said that this was the current situation. Most of the able-bodied laborers had gone out to work and there was no one to cultivate the fields, but the local villagers were unwilling to give the land to others, so the problem could only be solved by their ownselves.
Sure enough, just as Clark was about to go to the fields to check the condition of the land, several old men carrying hoes rushed over and tried to use the hoes to drive Clark and his group away.
Magneto narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a hand, and gently pinched his fingers, and all the hoes flew up instantly.
"Oh! Hey, don't do that!"
It was Clark who screamed first. He quickly stretched out a hand and rushed over to support several people who almost fell and check if they were okay.
Magneto opened his mouth to threaten, but Schiller stopped him and said before he could finish his words: "Don't get me wrong, we are renting the land and we will pay you rent."
Sure enough, as soon as the topic of money was brought up, it instantly attracted the other party's attention. However, from their expressions, Schiller could tell that they actually knew about this matter and just wanted to cause some trouble for him and others so as to get extra protection fees. They didn't look like good people.
To Schiller's surprise, Clark also realized this immediately. He loosened his hand and took a few steps back. Magneto gave a light push with his hand, and several people fell on the ridge of the field.
Two women rushed out from behind, shouting in broken English, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!"
They thought that Schiller had shot down these people with a gun, but when they rushed over and found that there was no blood or screaming, they were stunned.
"Ladies, what's going on?" Clark shouted in an authentic accent, "Who are these people? They want to attack us!"
"They are not from the village, they...they...never mind, just go and find Gonzalez..."
"Now that we're back in the village," Schiller said, "these people are probably the hooligans hanging around the village. They think we're a good source of income. The villagers must have known they were coming, so they just wanted to test our attitude through their behavior."
"It won't be long before the rumor that we are weirdos spreads throughout the village, and then it will be difficult to appease them."
"Drive them all away." Magneto said in annoyance, "Aren't there a few villages nearby? Let them live there."
"That won't do." Clark said, "The lands of those villages are also within the scope of our lease, and we will run into trouble when the time comes. Don't worry about it, just leave it to me."
Clark went into the room they had been to before and discussed with the young man Gonzalez for a long time. As a result, later in the evening, the villagers actually took the initiative to bring them food.
"What did you tell them?" Schiller asked in surprise, "Their attitude changed so quickly."
"I asked them if the last rain came suddenly. I said we were wizards from the Himalayas, and this time the god of agriculture who blesses good weather and good harvests came to see why the sacrifice was insufficient..."
Schiller slapped him on the forehead, "You are Superman, isn't your style of painting a little wrong?"
"In fact, I saw that they had a calendar in that room with the time of sacrifice marked on it, but the calendar had not been torn off for a long time, which means that they had not performed any sacrifice recently."
"Since you said that the Eastern God brought this rain, the farmers who are closest to the land cannot fail to notice that this rain is abnormal and inconsistent with the usual season. Naturally, they will be more likely to believe me."
"In addition to this gentleman just now, ah, Mr. Lanchel..."
"Call me Eric." Magneto waved his hand impatiently.
"Well, Eric, his move just now scared those hooligans. The villagers didn't like them anyway, so it's a good thing that he can help the villagers drive them away."
"But next we have to prove our identity with actions. I just went to the warehouse to check. Due to lack of manpower, the seeds we bought earlier could not be planted completely. After this rain, many of them will be damp and germinate. We have to do it as soon as possible."
Schiller nodded and said nothing, but Magneto was a little confused. He asked, "So what should we do now? Bury the seeds in the soil?"
Clark said helplessly: "Of course we should cultivate the land first. Your telekinesis, um, I mean magnetism, can it only be used to control metal?"
"How is that possible!" Magneto looked at Clark as if he was looking at an illiterate person. He said, "Magnetism is the king of all forces. If I want, I can even turn this land into a mountain in an instant."
"That's great." Clark didn't care about Magneto's attitude at all. He said, "I thought you were going to remotely control the metal hoe to plow the land?"
Schiller suddenly laughed. The two looked at him in confusion. Schiller waved his hand and said, "Nothing. I just thought of something funny. Go on."
Just after the rain stopped for a while, the three of them came to the ridges of the fields again. It was a vast land that stretched as far as the eye could see. Clark flew up and took a look, and found that except for the land under their feet close to the village, the rest was basically wasteland, and it looked like it had been empty for at least two or three years.
"That's perfect." Clark said, "They remembered to take care of the land before they left. The fertility of the land should have almost recovered now. We will definitely have a good harvest. Let's get started."
Magneto flew into the air, and Schiller raised his head and shouted to him: "Do you really want to do it yourself?"
Magneto said nothing, and Schiller couldn't stop him. He moved a stool and sat beside him to watch. Unexpectedly, Clark said to him, "You don't have to sit around either. Go and call all the villagers over."
Well, Clark, who had entered the planting state, couldn't stand any idle people. Schiller really couldn't help much at this stage, so he turned around and went to the village to call for help.
In fact, the villagers had already seen the two shadows flying in the sky. Their area was sparsely populated, and they had never seen any mutants or superheroes. Although they knew that there were a large number of super humans in the world, they had never seen them with their own eyes. Without Schiller's shouting, they all came running over one after another.
But the powerful and shocking miracle they had imagined did not happen.
At first it looked like it was going to happen. The old man in the black suit raised his hand, and furrows after furrows quickly appeared in the fields. The villagers looked at him in shock.
But Clark interrupted Magneto soon and said, "No, wait, you plowed too deep. The corn seeds cannot be buried so deep. They will become moldy and rot without ventilation. Fill it up quickly!"
Magneto paused, he knew he didn't understand. The reason he chose to do it himself was because he wanted to learn. After all, when the time comes to farm in the Andromeda Galaxy, he can't just know nothing and rely on others. He has never been that kind of person.
So he waved his hand again, and the soil that had been plowed out before fell back into the ridge of the field, but Clark spoke again, "No, don't compact it, otherwise the previous loosening of the soil will be in vain. God, don't use too much force, can't you control your strength?"
Magneto suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, but when he thought that the other party was right and that he indeed did not understand, and he was not the kind of person who would make a fuss, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
"No, you can't just make trenches like this. You just compacted them. Now you have to loosen the soil again and turn over all the soil on this side. Then you can make trenches again."
"Yes, that's it." Clark watched as the invisible force turned over the surface of the soil, and the soil fell gently, fluffy and soft.
"No, no, no, don't dig the ditch directly!" Clark stopped again, "You should level the land first, otherwise the base will be uneven, and the ditch will still be deep and shallow, right?"
Magneto had to flatten the land again, but Clark shouted again: "No! Don't use force! You compacted them again, you have to loosen the soil!"
Magneto took a deep breath.
(End of this chapter)