Magneto did not realize the seriousness of the matter until he got off the plane. He held the contract in hand and was very proud. He felt that he would soon be able to return to the Andromeda Galaxy with a large amount of food resources and continue to be a part of human exploration of the stars.
A sharp knife.
When the plane landed in Guadalajara, it was even hotter here. The distribution of rain and heat conditions in Mexico is similar to that in China. It is humid in the south, dry in the north, dry and hot in the north, and hot and humid here.
Schiller felt that his clothes were soaked even before he walked out the door, but Clark felt 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."
Not bad, we should have a good harvest soon."
Schiller stared at the text message on his phone and said: "This is not luck. Xingjun has already started working. Which village should we go to first?"
"Go directly?" Magneto raised his eyebrows and said, "Shouldn't we find a hotel first..."
"If you're looking for a hotel, of course you have to go directly to the village to find a private house to stay. It rained today, so it's best to sow seeds tomorrow morning when the soil is still wet." Clark strode out of the airport and said:
"I'll call a cab."
Several people came outside the airport, where there were also black car drivers waiting to solicit customers. Clark chatted with them in Spanish with an authentic southern accent. Several drivers thought Clark was a local star in Mexico who was here to film a show, so they were very excited.
Good to talk.
But after seeing Clark bringing several passengers who were obviously Americans, they waved their hands and refused to take the job. Clark had no choice but to use the same excuse, saying that they were American experts who came to provide agricultural guidance.
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Who would have thought that others would not accept this idea at all, and stated very bluntly that it would be impossible for the United States to send experts to guide agriculture.
In the end, after a long time of arguing, the price couldn't be negotiated, but fortunately, Schiller was not short of money, and finally a few people got in the car.
On the way, Clark talked eloquently about the local climate and land conditions, but Magneto and Schiller, who looked more like scholars, remained silent. Magneto didn't understand, and Schiller didn't understand.
When they got off the bus, the local driver really believed that they were here for agricultural technical guidance, so he gave them a discount, which made Schiller very happy.
But when they arrived at the place, the few people encountered difficulties. Although they had contracted the land here, the village was not completely deserted. As soon as they entered the village, they received many unwelcome looks.
Magneto snorted coldly, not caring at all. His sharp eyes like a falcon swept over the villagers squatting in the corner, and he was already planning to pick a thorn to scare the monkeys.
Clark was a little worried, because the villagers here were not living a very good life. Although they were not starved of food and ragged clothes, it was obvious that the ground was full of old, weak, sick and disabled people, and it was difficult to even see a few children.
The only young man received them in a dark and dilapidated room, and said that the current situation was like this. Most of the strong laborers had gone out to work, and no one was farming the fields, but the local villagers were unwilling to give up their land to
Other people's problems can only be solved by yourselves.
Sure enough, just when Clark wanted to go to the fields to check the condition of the land, several old men carrying hoes rushed over and tried to beat Clark and his group away with their hoes.
Magneto narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a hand, pinched it gently with his fingers, and all the hoes flew up instantly.
"Oh! Hey, don't be like that!"
It was Clark who screamed first, and he quickly extended a hand. He rushed over to help a few people who almost fell, and checked if they were alright.
Magneto opened his mouth to threaten, but Schiller quickly stopped him and said before he could say anything: "Don't get me wrong, we rent land and we will pay you the rent."
Sure enough, when they talked about money, they instantly attracted the other person's attention, but Schiller could tell from their expressions that they actually knew about it and just wanted to cause some trouble for themselves and others so that they could ask for extra protection money.
He doesn't seem like a good person.
To Schiller's surprise, Clark immediately realized this. He let go of his hand and took a few steps back. Magneto pushed them gently with his hand, and they all fell to the ridge of the field.
Two women hurriedly rushed out from behind, shouting in broken English, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!"
They thought it was Schiller who shot down the group of people, but when they rushed over, they were stunned when they found that there was no blood or screams.
"Ladies, what is 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... forget it, you go quickly and find Gonzalez..."
"Now that we are back in the village." Schiller said: "This group of people may be hooligans wandering around the village. They think we are the kind of fat sheep. The villagers must also know that they will come, and they just want to use their behavior to test us.
Attitude."
"It won't be long before rumors that we are weirdos will spread throughout the village, and it will be difficult to appease them."
"Drive them all away." Magneto said in annoyance: "Aren't there several villages nearby? Let them live there."
"This is not possible." Clark said: "The land in those villages is also within the scope of our lease. We will also encounter trouble when the time comes. You don't have to worry about it. It's up to me."
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Clark got into the room where they went before and discussed with the young man Gonzalez for a long time. As a result, a little later, the villagers actually took the initiative to bring them food.
"What did you tell them?" Schiller asked in surprise: "This attitude has changed a bit quickly."
"I asked them if the last rain came suddenly. I said that we are magicians from the Himalayas. This time we are the gods of agriculture who bless us with good weather. Let's see why there are not enough sacrifices..."
Schiller slapped him on the forehead, "You are Superman. Is there something wrong with your style?"
"Actually, I saw in that room that they had a calendar with the sacrifice time marked on it, but the calendar hadn't been torn off for a long time, which means they haven't held any sacrifices recently."
"Since you said that the rain was brought by the Eastern God, it is impossible for the farmers who are closest to the land not to notice that there is something unusual about this rain and that it is inconsistent with the normal season. Naturally, it will be easier for you to believe me."
"In addition to this gentleman just now, ah, Mr. Lansheer..."
"Call me Eric." Magneto waved his hand impatiently.
"Well, Eric, what he just did scared those gangsters. The villagers didn't like them at all, so it's a good thing that he can help the villagers drive them away."
"But then we have to take action to confirm our identity. I just went to the warehouse to take a look. Due to lack of manpower, the seeds purchased before were not fully planted. After this rain, many of them will be affected by moisture and will germinate.
We have to hurry."
Schiller nodded and said nothing, but Magneto was a little confused. He asked: "Then what are we going to do now? Bury the seeds in the soil?"
Clark said helplessly: "Of course we must plow the land first. Your kind of telepathy, um, I mean magnetism, can it only be used to control metal?"
"How is that possible?" Magneto looked at Clark as if he were looking at an illiterate person. He said, "Magnetism is the king of all powers. If I want, I can even turn this land into a mountain in an instant."
"That's great." Clark said, not caring about Magneto's attitude at all, "I thought you were going to plow the land with a metal hoe remotely?"
Schiller suddenly laughed, and both of them looked at him in confusion. Schiller waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. I thought of something funny. You continue."
Just after the rain stopped for a while, the three of them came to the field ridges again. This was a vast land that could not be seen to the end. Clark flew up and took a look, and found that except for the land under their feet near the village, the rest was basically
It is in a wasteland state and looks like it has been empty for at least two or three years.
"That's just right." Clark said, "They remembered to cultivate the land before they left. Now the fertility of the land should be almost restored, and there will definitely be a bumper 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 didn't say anything, and Schiller couldn't stop him. He moved a bench and sat nearby to watch. Unexpectedly, Clark said to him: "Don't be idle, go and call the villagers over."
Come on, Clark, who was in the planting state, couldn't see anyone idle. Schiller really couldn't help at this stage, so he turned around and went to the village to call for help.
The villagers had actually seen the two shadows flying in the sky a long time ago. They were relatively sparsely populated and had not seen many mutants or superheroes. Although they knew that there were a large number of super humans in the world, they had not seen them with their own eyes.
I've seen them before, so Schiller didn't need to shout, they all came running over one after another at this time.
But the powerful and shocking miracle they remembered did not happen.
At first it looked like it was going to happen. The old man in black in a suit raised his hand, and ravines appeared in the fields quickly. The villagers looked at him in shock.
But soon Clark interrupted Magneto and said: "No, wait, you plowed too deep. You can't bury the corn seeds so deep. They will mold and rot if they are not breathable. Fill them in quickly!"
Magneto's hand 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 came to farm in the Andromeda galaxy, he couldn't know everything and only rely on others. He had never been like this.
race people.
So he waved his hand again, and the soil that had been plowed out fell back into the field, but Clark said again, "No, don't compact them, otherwise the loose soil will be in vain. Oh my God, don't use so much force."
, can’t you control your power well?”
Magneto suddenly felt angry in his heart, but when he thought that what the other party said was right, he really didn't understand, and he was not a messy person, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
"No, you can't make ditches directly like this. You just compacted them. Now you have to loosen the soil again and turn over all the soil here before you can make ditches again."
"Yes, that's it." Clark watched as the invisible force turned over the soil on the surface, and the soil fell gently, fluffy and soft.
"No, no, no, don't just make a ditch!" Clark stopped again, "You have to level the land first. Otherwise, if the base is uneven, wouldn't the ditches still be deep and shallow?"
Magneto had to flatten the land again, but Clark shouted: "No! Don't work hard! You compacted them again, you have to loosen the soil!"