Chapter 14 Harold: Well, it still costs money

Chapter 14 Harold: Well, it still costs money

After reading the remaining documents, Azar felt more and more tired. Only Harold's article "Improving sugar-making technology to reduce the price of refined sugar and increase the happiness index of Xumi people" satisfied him.

This gave him the idea of ​​"simply cutting off the channel of delivering documents through scholars from various colleges."

"Clean up and get rid of all this garbage. It's such a mess," Azar instructed Setale and left the Great Sage's office.

After Azar left, Setale began to sort out the documents that had been thrown aside.

Camera, speech recognizer...the names sound like good inventions, but are these not pleasing to the great sage?

Setale silently sorted out the documents and folded them together with a wooden face. When she first came to the Ministry of Education, she would show curiosity about some strange inventions, but now she can control her facial expressions well.

Because she was from the desert, her dark skin proved it. But she was a rare academic genius, and also a rare lucky person. She was fortunate to receive education in the desert and successfully entered the Order Academy with her own strong ability. After graduation, she was appreciated by the Great Sage and stayed in the Order Academy as the Great Sage's assistant.

Her life has improved significantly. She no longer has to eat hard dry food, drink unclean water, and suffer from desert storms and attacks by wild beasts like other desert residents.

But her situation remained essentially unchanged. When faced with new things, even if she showed a curious look like an ordinary scholar, people who saw her would only whisper behind her back:

Look, there's a dark-skinned desert man.

No wonder he behaves so rudely and looks like he has never seen the world.

Can desert people also be admitted to the Faith House? Don’t they not study?

...

All the doubts and ridicules almost brought her to collapse. Later, she began to try to make herself expressionless and act indifferent to the strange voices. She told herself that she was a rainforest person and a sage's assistant, and she had no other identity.

Like an emotionless robot, Setale arranged the documents that embodied the scholars' hard work and prepared to throw them all into the shredder.

Suddenly, her hand tightened around the document, leaving fingerprints on it: "The Possibility of Growing Rice in the Desert"?

When Setale saw the title, her first reaction was not absurdity but hope.

Is this really possible?

Can desert people grow rice and eat white rice like rainforest people?

As if bewitched by some magic, Setale uncontrollably flipped through the document that the great sage had sneered at.

Can rice be grown once a year in some areas of the desert?

Even in the barren saline-alkali land of the desert, water can be properly controlled by flooding, sprinkler irrigation, and drip irrigation to grow "sea rice" with a high yield.

It's like a dream.

How nice it would be if it were true.

No one in the desert will have to go hungry.

Setale recalled the time when he and his brothers and sisters in the desert shared a few dates. In his memory, the dates, which were immature and not soft enough, and tasted a bit sour, were gradually replaced by bowls of rice. The rice grains were crystal clear and full. His companions said proudly: The rice grown in the desert is much more delicious than the rice grown in other places.

At this moment, she seemed to have regained her identity as a citizen of the Red King that she had abandoned for a long time, and her heart felt warm.

...

Setale heard a "pop" sound and felt something cold on her face. She reached out and touched it, and found that she had shed a tear without realizing it.

The teardrop fell on the document in her hand, like a small raised piece of syrup. Setale hurriedly wiped it away with her sleeve, but the wrinkle on the paper caused by the tear could never be erased.

She looked around guiltily, and only felt relieved when she found that there was no one around.

Also, who would break into the sage's office without even knocking?

Setale quickly continued to read through several other plans written by the scholar. They were all about developing animal husbandry and planting industries in the desert, but none of them were as detailed as the one about desert rice planting.

As an academic genius of the Minglun School, Setale was not completely ignorant of the knowledge of the Shenglun School. The moment she looked at him, she understood that all of this scholar's plans were feasible!

Setale was so excited that she looked around with guilt and fear, then quickly put the folders of Harold that were supposed to be sent to the shredder and destroyed into the folder she carried with her. That was the folder she used to store important speeches at the Sages' Conference, but now she used it as a tool to hide the documents and take them out of the House of the Decrees.

Setale stayed in the House of Decrees with the folder in her arms, trembling with fear, not daring to let it out of her sight, because taking out documents that should be destroyed privately was strictly prohibited in the House of Decrees. If she was discovered, she would definitely be taken away by the disciplinary officer and detained.

As soon as it was time to get off work, she hurried back home with her things. Only after she locked the door and drew the curtains did she breathe a sigh of relief, telling herself that she was safe.

Then, Setale carefully took the document out of the folder and read it again carefully in the daylight. The prospects described in the document were too good to be rejected by her, a desert person.

But at the same time, she also felt a little resentful towards the House of the Order and the Great Sage. Why did they throw away such a good plan? They had already found a way to change the plight of the desert residents, hadn't they? Aren't we desert people the same as Xumi people? Why did they treat us like this?

But despite her resentment, Setare fell into deep self-blame and despair after calming down. She was powerless to change the current situation. Generation after generation of sages from the Order had tried their best to suppress the desert. Is it really impossible for the Order to change the situation of the desert residents? Then can we desert people change all this by ourselves?

Setale held tightly to the abandoned project discarded by the great sage, feeling that she had grasped the future of the desert people. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind:

Perhaps, she could resign from her position as assistant to the sage of the House of Lords, go to Aru Village, and try to grow rice and spice fruit using the methods described in the document. If successful, other residents in the desert would see it and follow suit, and their lives would gradually improve.

But what is “sea rice”? And how can we install monitoring equipment in rice fields to save water?

It is not written in these documents, and unless these problems are solved, it will be nonsense to grow rice in the desert.

Setale is not someone who would lose her mind at the sight of a little hope. She is an academic genius and knows that she cannot just resign and plunge into the desert out of sheer enthusiasm. Before leaving the House of the Decrees, she has to get everything clear.

Setale read the document several times again, to the point where she could repeat every word, and at the same time, she also deeply engraved the name "Harold" in her mind.

Harold, the god of war of Amyrido College, must be like a desert man, with dark skin, a strong body, tall and mighty, but full of compassion.

In Setale's mind, the image of Harold, who helped her find her true self, was so powerful.

I must find a chance to meet him and ask him to give me some advice. Setale made up her mind secretly.

...

Harold naturally knew nothing about these things. In his plan, other plans except sugar production would only come into play after the fall of Azar.

Therefore, he did not write those plans very perfectly. In the documents on desert rice cultivation, he simply used the technical terms from his previous life. He did not want to care whether Azar would read it or understand it. Anyway, in his opinion, the only benefit that could bring him from the article was the title.

Harold is now in the Zen Garden.

When he was playing games in his previous life, he loved going to the Zen Garden and would go there to chop trees every few days.

The greenhouse in the Zen Garden was surrounded by brilliant wood. Whenever he was short of wood, he would go and cut some.

It is wood coming from all directions.

But he didn't go to cut down trees today. If he dared to do so, he would immediately become the public enemy of Amirita College. He came to the Zen Garden today to conduct an investigation.

The Zen Garden is a piece of land allocated by the Ministry of Ordinances to scholars of Amiledo College. Scholars of Amiledo College can grow the plants they want to study and raise animals there. Some vitalists who are engaged in the protection of rare animals and plants will also plant some rare plants there, or bring injured animals found in the wild back to the Zen Garden for treatment.

The Zen Garden was quite far from Xumi City, so he set out at seven in the morning, took a boat and walked along a mountain road, and it was already two in the afternoon when he arrived at the Zen Garden.

The Zen Garden was bigger than he had expected. When he was playing games in his previous life, he could run back and forth in the Zen Garden with his character in less than five minutes. But the Zen Garden in reality was much bigger. It didn't look like an experimental field for the students of the Vijnanavada school, but more like a park.

Harold said that the Zen Garden is like a park, of course not only in terms of its area, but also in terms of its layout. In the center of the Zen Garden is a large fountain, and next to the fountain are some plants planted by scholars of the Vijnanavada school. Surrounding the hot spring are artificial ponds and Islamic-style pavilions.

The main building in the Zen Garden is a giant greenhouse with an exquisite appearance. From a distance, it looks like an open book. Many rare plants are planted in the greenhouse. It is said that you can find all the endangered plants in the rainforest in it.

It's like a museum of animals and plants, but not like a scholar's experimental field.

Haroldt commented in his heart.

The aesthetic function of the Zen Garden is obviously higher than its practical function. When he walked past the fountain in the Zen Garden, he heard two scholars talking about a research project.

One said, "The desert roses I planted were picked by someone else by mistake. Three months of hard work went down the drain. I don't know who to turn to for revenge."

Another person comforted him, "It's okay, this kind of thing is very common, just explain the situation to your supervisor and ask for permission to restart your research."

If everyone plants their crops on the same piece of land without even building a fence, then if someone digs up their plants, they will have nowhere to complain, right?

Harold didn't know how the vitalist scholars could bear it, but he couldn't bear it. If anyone dared to dig up the peaches he had planted for three months, he would -

No! Stop it, Harold, throw away the weird thoughts in your head, do you still think the name of "Amirita God of War" is not loud enough?