Chapter 207 (2/2)

”Locust control...” ah Yao vaguely remembered that she had seen it. ”After spring ploughing and autumn harvest, turn the plow. If cattle, sheep and other things step on the soil firmly, they should be able to step on the locust eggs.”

Farmers use the method of digging locust eggs. If this is not done, the locust eggs are in the soil, and two or three batches of locusts can be born a year. Such harassment will easily bring down the economy of the local village.

But what Pei Shuo wants is how to catch locusts, and the prevention and control must be done by farmers who have been dealing with the land for many years.

She thought, ”the locusts fly in one direction. They have strong mobility. They can't chase after them. They have to fight head-on, and even if the locusts in front are dead. You have to fly behind, and you're going to die. ”

”As long as you hit head-on, the effect will be followed well.” Pei Shuo murmured.

”But it must be more dangerous than following. Locusts will attack people and even children bite. It's terrible.”

Pei Shuo: ”I'm not afraid. Locusts won't come in when you're in the capital.”

A Yao held her cheek. ”You said it would be nice if locusts were like moths. Make a fire and they take the initiative to rush in... Wow...”

Suddenly greedy.

Pei Shuo was helpless: ”what did you think of?”

”Delicious. The locust legs are wrapped in flour, fried, or strung into a string, baked over fire, sprinkled with salt and crunchy. ”

The food was so delicious that the children next door were greedy and crying.

”You just want to eat.”

”I'm a cook!”

”But can you really eat it?”

Seeing Pei Shuo's suspicious eyes, a Yao snorted that insects were eaten in many places, such as fried cicada pupae, sheep scorpions, bee pupae, or dark barbecue - originally only green insects were roasted.

Locusts are also insects. When looking at the data, she said that the locust legs feel a little fleshy compared with other parts. They taste good, but let alone eat. She doesn't even know what locusts grow.

Fire, fire

Pei Shuo thought about the feasibility of burning campfires in the fields at night. The more he thought, the more he could try.

”What's more, chickens, ducks and geese eat insects, and locusts are also insects. Maybe they can make chickens, ducks and geese fat, boil chicken oil and make fat chicken mushrooms, hey hey ~”

Anyway, ah Yao thought of eating.

Osmanthus trees shed leaves and spin and slide on the edge of the stone table. They can't fall off.

”Yes, there is a big temperature difference between morning and evening. Dew touches clothes. Don't worry about catching a cold.” Ah Yao pinched the leaves and turned, reminding him.

Dew?

Pei Shuo looked at a Yao playing with the leaves in his hand. His eyes were cold. The dew was heavy in the morning, and the leaves hung with dew, which was the same for insects.

He once saw a butterfly whose wings couldn't fly when it was wet by dew. It had to fly low. Finally, he grabbed its wings and caught it. Would locusts be the same.

During the day, a group of ten people were caught with a net, and a pioneer team was divided. Wearing a beekeeper's mask, they beat head-on in front of them.

In the evening, build a bonfire, wait until the sun sets, light a bonfire, rest, and start again in the deeper dew morning.

When the number of locusts decreases, organize people to turn the plow and graze chickens and ducks.

A series of plans were in his mind.

But before that, he dispelled his doubts about a Yao.