PFC Chapter 2624 Mayfly World (24)
Chapter 2624 Mayfly World (24)
Chapter 2624 Mayfly World (Twenty-four)
"You want to farm in Mexico?" Yinglong asked. "You are really a strange American. Not only can you speak Chinese, but you also like farming. As far as I know, people here don't like farming very much."
"I'm more curious about one thing than this: why do you speak so much like a modern person?" Schiller asked.
"There is an Internet in the heavenly world." Yinglong said: "Xuanyuan Sword can surf the Internet, why can't I? I am a modern dragon."
"No, but why is there a net in the heavenly world?" Schiller was puzzled.
"Of course it's because of our work." Yinglong said as if it was a matter of course, "Who do you think is responsible for the good weather and good harvests over the years? The God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning are all second-hand dealers. They all asked me to borrow the rain!"
Schiller decided not to think about how to connect the Internet to the heavenly world. He said: "To be honest, I am of Chinese and American descent, so I speak Chinese so well."
"You can't fool me. I have been with the Yellow Emperor for thousands of years. You don't have any Yanhuang bloodline at all."
"Am I mentally ill? Don't dwell on this for now. Have you forgotten that you are Quetzalcoatl? We finally called you here, and you don't want to show some appreciation?"
"Then what do you want to do?" Yinglong said: "Although they say I am the god of harvest, I only make it rain. Whether you can have a good harvest depends on your own farming skills."
"There is definitely no problem with our level, but you have to ensure that we have good weather and good harvests. It can't be too dry or too rainy."
"Of course I can, but I won't work for nothing. Did you guys talk about a deal before? What do you want to do?"
"Oh, this," Schiller said. "Kamar-Taj, which is, uh, how to explain it..."
"You mean the village where Yao is?" Yinglong said, "What's wrong with that barren land?"
When Yinglong said Yao at first, Schiller didn't react. Then he remembered that Yao was actually Gu Yi's surname, and Gu Yi was actually an ancient Han person.
"You know the Supreme Sorcerer. How did you meet?"
"She served as the imperial teacher of the Ming Dynasty for several years." Yinglong said: "During that time, she was the one who submitted petitions to pray for rain. The petitions were very well written. I felt a little reluctant when she left."
"It's easy since we're acquaintances." Schiller smiled and said, "It's like this. The three villages at the foot of Kamar-Taj need to make money, so the current Supreme Sorcerer wants to..."
Schiller briefly talked about the magic herb plan, and then said: "We have now prepared a sum of energy as a reward for the god of harvest to cooperate with us. We originally wanted to find the Egyptian gods, but the other party asked for too high a price, so we thought of the Aztecs..."
"Why go to a faraway place? Can't we just go to the local land temple?"
"There is no land temple there. Besides, the Supreme Mage wanted to show his sincerity to the other party, so he naturally couldn't use their power. Who knew that after searching for so long, he still found you."
Yinglong grinned and said, "Let me tell you this, all the gods in charge of harvest in the world are related to us, it doesn't matter which one you find."
"But you have to keep it a secret for us. Anyway, we are looking for Quetzalcoatl. As for the history, we know nothing about it."
"Don't worry, I understand this, but I said I only know how to make it rain. For planting, you have to go to Shennong, the Great Emperor of Grains."
"Go directly to Emperor Yan? It's not that exaggerated, right?"
"Of course, this is the boss of their company. You can't look for him like this according to his rank. Below him is Hou Tu. In fact, the ones who really do the work are the Twenty-Eight Constellations. You can go find Di Su Zhenjun and tell him that I asked you to find him."
"Can he reach Mexico?"
"If the current Mexican pantheon still existed, it probably wouldn't work, but the Mayan and Aztec pantheons are long gone..."
At this time Martin interrupted and said, "Do you know why they disappeared? Why can I still vaguely hear their voices?"
Yinglong paused, as if he was looking for something, and then said, "In fact, if you had come a few years earlier, it would have been fine, but recently it has been bad. The people here began to abandon their land, and the primitive agricultural beliefs also declined."
"Is there any hope?" Martin asked.
"They complement each other. If you want to restore primitive beliefs, you have to restore people's respect for farming and the land, so you have to farm first before you can restore your beliefs."
“But we restored our faith just to farm.”
"That's why we need some external help." Schiller said, "I will try to contact that star master, but you have to leave your contact information, otherwise how can we thank you after the success."
"You're welcome. Just call me when you're done."
Schiller, Clark and Martin looked at the string of numbers on the note left by Yinglong in silence. It was really a phone number, not a sacrificial prop or a token from the gods, but a literal phone number.
"If I had known I could have just called and found him, why would I have gone through so much trouble?" Clark complained, "If only all the gods in the world could keep up with the times, so as not to waste things."
Clark looked at the wheat ears and vegetables on the ground with some heartache. It was not difficult to see that they were all good food before they were dried.
They returned to the hotel, Martin and Clark went to rest, and Schiller was studying how to contact the Star Lord. Yinglong said that he didn't have the Star Lord's phone number, so he could only find it through official means. As long as he didn't mention the matter of Kamar-Taj, it should be fine, right?
With this in mind, Schiller dialed the number of the S.H.I.E. Bureau.
The next morning they gathered in the buffet restaurant for breakfast, and Schiller met Magneto again. They were staying in the same hotel, so it was normal for them to see each other every day.
"We have some clues," Schiller said. "We have invited a star god from China who can ensure that the soil is fertile and the weather is favorable. As long as we plant well, we will definitely have a good harvest."
Magneto still looked a little doubtful. He said, "Did you tell them we were going to farm? They wouldn't..."
"They only care whether the fields are planted, not who plants them," Schiller said. "I know Clark is a bit extreme, but he is not wrong in his approach."
Magneto pursed his lips and said: "China tried to recruit me. At that time, I had already become famous in the United States, but I think they are no different from the United States. They just want to use me..."
"I think if you had joined them at that time, you might have become the chief engineer of China's space exploration program now."
"I don't want to be an engineer." Magneto was very resistant and said, "There is nothing to explore in the universe."
Magneto always talks more in front of Schiller, even more than in front of Charles. Others are used to it, but they still turn their heads to look here from time to time. After all, it is rare to see Magneto with such rich expressions.
Schiller held a drink and said, "I know that neither you nor Charles will die. You can transform into a magnetic field, and Charles can also achieve immortality by changing bodies. There is still a long way to go, and you will always have a chance to turn back."
These words obviously hit the nail on the head for Magneto. Although they look old now, in fact, as long as they don't want to die, they are immortal.
This means that what is most of the life for most people may just be the beginning for them, just like no one would think that a second-grade student cannot give up dancing to learn piano. Life is still long for them, and it is not too late to change their path now.
After a while, Magneto seemed to have made up his mind. He said, "What price did the god you mentioned offer?"
"You know they never want money, and of course, they don't want you to help them with their work..." Schiller deliberately dragged out the tone, and seeing Magneto's slightly relieved expression, he continued: "These gods in the Chinese Heavenly Court have salaries, and basically don't need your help, but they came out this time to make extra money."
"The extra income they want is not human currency, but incense. I mean the power of faith. In short, he wants to show a few miracles in front of the Mexicans so that when the Mexicans revive their mythology, they will also list him as one of the gods. This way, he can have a continuous income."
"And you need to cooperate with him. You don't have to do anything extra. Just don't cause him any trouble."
"Isn't he a god? Is he afraid that we will cause trouble?"
"Not all gods are good at fighting. Even if they are good at fighting, they may not be able to beat you." Schiller acted helpless, but Magneto felt very proud of it, even a little complacent.
"Don't worry, no problem." Magneto agreed immediately, "I can also help him build some momentum, but he has to work hard. Anyway, I don't understand these things about farming."
"There's no need for you to figure it out. Don't we have to hire locals in the end? Compared to mutants dropping from the sky and forcing them to farm, it's easier for them to accept instructions from the gods."
"That leaves one last question, the Mexican government..."
"Don't worry, I have arranged for Martin to send a message to their people in their dreams. After all, there are so many lands without anyone to cultivate them, so it's normal for the gods to be unhappy. I guess they will contact you soon."
In fact, this speed was much faster than Schiller expected. The next day, the deputy director of the Mexican Agricultural Bureau went to see Magneto, and this time his attitude changed drastically.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Mr. Lansheer, it's not that we have to stop you, but you also know that you had a bad reputation in the past. If we let you into the village like this, the villagers will find it difficult to accept..."
"But I think what you said makes sense. Since everyone has gone to the city to work, so much land is just sitting there. We can earn some extra income by renting it to you farmers. But we have to sign a good contract. You must not squander the land..."
Magneto snorted in his heart, but agreed on the surface. Seeing the look on the faces of the Mexican government officials, the words Clark had said to him began to linger in his mind.
Let's see what the specific situation is, Magneto thought, if the Chinese's acceptance of him is higher than he thought, then it would not be impossible to show some sincerity to impress them and leave a way out for himself.
After the contract was signed and everything was settled, they took the nearest flight to Guadalajara. There were large tracts of fertile land in the south of Mexico, which was their real destination.
Although it was a bit strange to take a plane with a Superman and a Magneto present, the free time on the plane gave them the opportunity to communicate about their next plans.
Clark took out a map and pointed it to Magneto. "The entire state of Jalisco has an absurdly large area of arable land, and the quality of the arable land is also very good. This area in particular can be called the land of corn. Corn is a good thing, especially the seeds sold by Fernando's seed dealer, which are durable and have high yields..."
"Of course, there are also autumn wheat, sorghum, and potatoes. Everything grows well and has high yields. But grain alone is not enough. We also have to grow some vegetables. Vegetables are more difficult, but the terrain here is relatively flat, which is especially suitable for greenhouses..."
Magneto listened seriously at first, but then his attention was completely shifted to Clark.
Clark turned to look at him, and the look on Magneto's face was something like "Why are you so skilled?"
A series of supplements have been made to Marvel's Chinese background, based on the author's settings.