In the 1960S, a Counterattack Started from Farming

It's boring. It looked fine at first, but then it kept describing a few women who were jealous of the protagonist, and then described some trivial things. When I saw that it was a female author, no wonder, such good writing was wasted.

Whether it's the identity of the protagonist, Goldfinger's abilities, or the development of the story, there's actually nothing outstanding about it, and many of the plots are too taken for granted. Take the golden finger at the core of the whole article as an example. Its main ability is to detect specific information such as land, crops, livestock, etc., And then provide suggestions for improvement. At first glance, it seems very high-end. But if you take a closer look, the effect is actually very limited. Take the land as an example. Who doesn't know that fertilization can improve soil fertility and deep plowing can improve soil compaction? But the problem is, it was the 1960s. Let alone chemical fertilizers, farmyard fertilizers are very limited. Isn't the same principle true for cultivating animals? It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and there is no material support, and the varieties have not been improved, so there is no way to make large-scale improvements. Secondly, the main goal of the protagonist is to improve agricultural development, but by choosing agriculture, the results are destined to be at least in years. What is there to write about about farming? In the end, he will definitely turn back to the nonsense of human nature and sophistication. This kind of thing has no market in male videos. Finally, it is probably that many things are taken for granted, such as fetching water. I don't understand it but I really think it is nonsense. The purpose was to improve irrigation conditions, but the place to draw water was found in a mountain valley, and a dam was actually built. The groundwater was so strong, there was a drought outside, and this place could gush into a lake.

What? Just a few chapters later, three women appear to be jealous.

Have you ever heard of hundreds of people fighting with foreign guns and cannons because of a little water in the countryside? When others are looking for water, you allocate it with a document?

After reading the first part, I found that the introduction of Gold Finger is very similar to that of the book about raising chickens, but the plots of your two are different. I read the previous part of your book at a too fast pace. You were a little too eager to fully introduce Gold Finger to the readers. The reading was a bit scattered for me. You would plant the land, treat the chickens, and look for water. It felt like you were doing something else before you finished one thing. The front of you has a better focus. Looking at your introduction, I should have referred to the book Sixty Chicken Raising. They just wrote about raising chickens. It was put on the shelves and sold in Sanjiang, and nothing else was done. I hope you will be more focused. I came to see you farming in the first place. What else am I looking at if you digress? You started farming later when your business became bigger.

At this time, some friends want to ask, can the author write faster?

Reading the introduction, I feel that the loopholes must be filled in the later stage. Just like the book about raising chickens, animals that need to be fed by hand will have a panel to display information. But once the scale is large, how can you feed it by hand? Helping others check whether animals are sick or something, only to feed them by hand before looking at them? Buy a cub and feed it by hand before choosing? Can't we just see the information directly? Why go around in a circle? 😅And this book requires you to farm the land yourself? How about tens of thousands of acres? The protagonist drives the farm machine and does it himself? And the employees watch the protagonist do it? That scene is so embarrassing

To return my young master, a follower of a county leader's son in the 1960s and 1970s said so blatantly, what a shame.