Daily life in Qin Dynasty

Chapter 85 Autumn Harvest
Another year in the blink of an eye.

September.

Autumn is high and fresh.

In Xianyang Palace, an ordinary carriage quietly left the palace without alarming anyone.

There were only two people in the carriage.

One is dressed in white, with a handsome appearance and stern eyes. A long sword is hung on his waist, and his right hand never leaves the hilt.

One was wearing a dark robe, with slender eyes, sharp eyes, a straight nose, and tight lips. The whole person looked majestic, cruel, deep, and determined.

The two are Yingzheng and Gai Nie who are on tour in micro-services.

As a king, leaving the palace rashly is obviously a very risky decision, but for Ying Zheng, this adventure is totally worth it.

Even though in the past six months, Yingzheng, who is in the palace, has received secret letters from Mo Jun several times, informing that the rice in Ganquan Village is growing well, but although Yingzheng already believes in some things in his heart, if he doesn't go and see it with his own eyes, he will eventually lose it. Still can't let go.

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The scenery in the land of Bashu is beautiful.

At least for people in this era, the endless golden ears of rice are far more beautiful than all kinds of famous mountains and rivers.

Seeing the autumn harvest scenery on both sides through the car window, Ying Zheng was still a little nervous, but it also eased a little.

Soon.

The carriage stopped outside Ganquan Village. Mo Jun had already received the news of Ying Zheng's arrival through a secret letter, so he had already dressed up and led a group of people to wait here.

"I will see you, Your Majesty!"

When Ying Zheng got off the car, everyone bowed and saluted.

Gong Shuchou, Meng Tian and the others were not surprised by the arrival of Yingzheng. Maybe they didn't understand what happened at the beginning, but as the grain and rice in the fields matured in the past month, no matter how everyone felt Unbelievable, and basically have already guessed some truths.

Especially the arrival of Ying Zheng today confirmed their inner guess.

"Don't be too polite."

Ying Zheng's mind was obviously not here at this time, he just said something casually to get everyone to stand up, and then said to Jun Mo: "Qing Mo, is the planting of the new rice seeds going well?"

Mo Jun saluted and said: "Thanks to the blessing of the king, everything goes well."

Ying Zheng couldn't wait to ask: "How's the harvest?"

Mo Jun replied: "It hasn't been harvested yet, and we are waiting for the king's order."

Ying Zheng said: "Okay, okay... If that's the case, let the widows come and see for themselves the results of this new rice seed created by Mo Qing."

After finishing speaking, Yingzheng strode out towards Ganquan Village, followed by Mo Jun and others.

After entering Ganquan Village.

The scene before Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly changed.

Along the way just now, Yingzheng has seen tens of thousands of acres of mature rice fields, but the addition of thousands of acres of rice fields outside feels that it is not as 'rich' as ​​the more than 1000 acres of rice fields in front of him.

Look around.

Slices of golden color are continuous, densely packed rice is arranged neatly and closely connected, and when the wind blows, it immediately makes a "sizzling" moser sound.

The golden and huge ears of rice hang down, as if even the thick rice stalks below cannot bear the weight of the fruit.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ying Zheng's eyes couldn't help showing a scorching color.

And the countless Tian slaves holding sickles below are also excited.They didn't know Ying Zheng, but they knew exactly what the rice fields in front of them meant.

"Open the scythe!"

Staring at the front, after admiring the "beautiful scenery" in front of him for a while, Ying Zheng waved his sleeves and gave an order.

Meng Tian got the order, and immediately stepped forward and shouted: "Open the sickle!"

Many field slaves and soldiers who had been waiting for a long time heard the order, and immediately waved their sickles excitedly and began to bend down to harvest.

Harvesting more than 1000 mu of rice fields is a huge project, but this time there are also a lot of people harvesting. While harvesting, all the people peeled off all the ears of rice with the "Automatic Rice Threshing Machine" invented by Gongshuchou.

Mo Jun stood at the corner of the field, waiting quietly with Ying Zheng. The two of them waited from morning to evening.

at last.

All the rice has been harvested and weighed under Meng Tian's command.

"Report, all the rice has been weighed."

"How many?"

Hearing the report below, Ying Zheng, who had been waiting for a full day, stood up abruptly, fixed his eyes on the person who reported, and couldn't wait to speak.

"The rice field harvested this time has a total of [-] mu, and a total of rice has been harvested..."

The soldier who made the report looked at the record in his hand, wondering whether there was an error in the record, couldn't help swallowing, and then hesitantly said: "There are... five thousand, two hundred and sixty three stones and one jun. "

Whoa!
This statement came out.

In an instant, there was an uproar among the crowd.

Public defeat, Meng Tian...all of them stared wide-eyed, and looked towards Mr. Mo in disbelief.

Although since the rice in these rice fields has matured, they have discovered that the yield of these rice fields is different from ordinary farmlands. After all, the scene of more than 1000 acres of farmland is too strong in contrast with other surrounding farmlands.

However, the current output still shocked them a lot.

There are more than 1000 mu of farmland, and more than 5000 rice paddies are planted.

What is this concept?
The "royal exclusive field" in Ganquan Village is a good fertile field, but even so, the average yield per mu of land in previous years was only about two and a half stones.

But now...
"Hahaha... good, good, good!"

After listening to the report from the soldiers below, Ying Zheng was also breathless, but then he laughed out loud and said three good words in succession.

Dao: "One thousand and fifty acres of fertile land can produce more than 5000 shi of grain. In other words, an average of one mu of land can produce five shi of grain, which is more than double the previous output."

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Mo Jun, and said cheerfully, "Mo Qing, I thought that the [-]% or [-]% increase in production you said before was overestimated, but I didn't expect it to be just a humble statement!"

"Ah this~~"

Mo Jun showed a bit of embarrassment, and said: "This rice seed is still in the experimental stage, so there are some errors, even if it is difficult for me to estimate."

Ying Zheng laughed even happier when he heard the words: "Hahaha... errors? If there are all errors like this, then I hope that Mo Qing will do as much as possible!"

Yingzheng and Gai Nie had known the yield of the new rice seeds before, so they could barely keep calm when they heard the results.

However, listening to the conversation between Mo Jun and Ying Zheng, the others had already froze in place.

Meng Tian unconsciously lost his mind.

Gongshuchou opened his mouth wide, and he didn't even feel a strand of his chin beard being pulled off with one hand.

When the many field slaves and soldiers below heard such a production, they were even more excited and their eyes turned red unconsciously.

What is the concept of doubling the yield per mu?
When it gets bigger, the population that Qin can support can be directly doubled from now on.

To put it mildly, as long as this kind of rice is planted, the families of these soldiers and field slaves will never go hungry again as long as they do not encounter catastrophe.

Even if there is a disaster, there will be more food reserves to withstand the disaster, and the probability of family members starving to death will be reduced by half.

If there were such grains in the past, perhaps these field slaves would not have become slaves at all.

If there were such grains in the past, perhaps these soldiers would not choose to join the army at all, and would at most be forced to serve in the army.

If there were such grains in the past, the soldiers of Daqin would probably never fight hungry again.

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"Pfft~~"

Thinking about it, I don't know who is leading the way, but a figure suddenly knelt down towards Mo Jun.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people knelt down on the ground, their eyes were red, and they knelt down to Mo Jun with tears streaming down their cheeks, and said loudly: "The little one kowtowed to the lord instead of the family!"

What the hell!

Seeing this scene suddenly, the first thing Mo Jun felt was not kindness, but a shock.

Good guy.

Kowtow to me in front of King Qin, you are trying to kill me!
Mo Jun subconsciously wanted to dodge, but in the next second, he saw a big hand on his shoulder, forcing him to accept the gift.

Look back.

Mo Jun realized that it was Ying Zheng who was holding him down. Ying Zheng looked serious at this moment, and said, "Mo Qing, you can afford this gift."

No one understands the preciousness of food better than the old Qin people.

Many people think that Qin was able to finally rule the world because of ambition.

But in fact, the development of the Qin State at the beginning was purely due to starvation. Because it was about to starve to death, it could only take the risk of browsing the Qinling Mountains and conquering the land of Bashu.

But even with Bashu as a granary, it is still far from enough.Because even if there is arable land, in case of various natural disasters, Qin still does not have enough ability to take risks.

Therefore, every time the other six countries encounter natural disasters, they will recuperate.

However, after every natural disaster in the Qin Kingdom, wars would start, because only through war and plunder could it be possible to regain enough resources to tide over the difficulties.

And if the battle is defeated, the soldiers who died in the army will also lighten the burden for Qin.

It sounds cruel.

But this is the reality that Qin was facing, and even now.

The field slaves are worshiping, the soldiers are worshiping, Meng Tian and Gong Shuchou are also bowing to each other.

It's just that the two of them prayed silently, but because of this, it made people feel the weight of this prayer even more.

After worshiping Mr. Mo.

Meng Tian and his group bowed to Ying Zheng again and said: "I wait to congratulate the king for harvesting this new rice seed. From now on, Qin will no longer have to worry about food."

Yingzheng laughed and said, "Hahaha~~ good! I can have a minister as capable as Mo Qing, and you can have the assistance of loyal ministers and soldiers, so why not worry about things not being done."

Today is probably the day with the most laughter since Ying Zheng succeeded to the throne.

After the rice is harvested.

It's too late.

Yingzheng simply stayed in Ganquan Village to rest for one night, and had a meal by the way. Yingzheng was quite at a loss for this meal. He once wondered if he cut corners when cooking at Guanglu Temple in Xianyang Palace.

Lamb chops with salt and pepper, lamb with scallions, roast goose, roast duck, white-cut chicken... and all kinds of fresh stir-fried dishes are all delicacies that Ying Zheng has never eaten.

Not only Ying Zheng, but also Meng Tian and Gong Shuchou were a little confused.

Because they have been eating here for almost a year, but they never expected that the food they are used to eating in the past can be transformed into so many tricks in Mo Jun's hands.

It is true that several people have gained insight.

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the next day.

Mo Jun, who had completed his mission in Bashu, returned to Xianyang with Ying Zheng.

But just when the group returned to Xianyang, an urgent message from Nanjun instantly interrupted the original rhythm of Mo Jun and Ying Zheng...

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(End of this chapter)