Daqin: At the beginning, the father-in-law was invited to rebel, but the father-in-law turned out to

Is it too heartless for them to hide the meritorious officials of the Great Qin like this?

When Meng Tian thought of Song Yuan's harmless and sincere smile, he felt a little suffocated. He bit the bullet and probed: "Your Majesty, is there something I should say or not?"

Brother Zheng was in a good mood, and said bluntly, "Say it."

"Your Majesty, when are you going to have a showdown with Song Yuan? I think it's not good to hide it like this!"

Meng Tian replied.

"Hahaha!"

Brother Zheng laughed when he heard this.

The three of them dared not speak, especially Meng Tian, ​​with sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a long time, Brother Zheng seemed to have finished expressing his feelings before he said, "You think I don't want to?"

Meng Tian was puzzled, but dared not speak up.

Li Si helped and said: "Your Majesty is so stupid, please speak clearly."

"Hey~"

Brother Zheng sighed, and said slowly: "He has done too much now! After the showdown, how should I reward him? Land? Establish a king? Or worship Jiuqing, the throne of the king, one person under ten thousand? "

After finishing speaking, Brother Zheng sighed again: "If there was no such snowstorm, maybe it would be easier to say, but Song Yuan is the greatest contributor to the northern affairs. It can even be said that Song Yuan supported the Qin army and prisoners of war! This credit ,too big!"

The three of Li Si were silent.

Your Majesty is right.

Sweet potatoes, just the credit for taking them out, is already terrifying to a certain extent.

Daqin did not award fiefdoms or establish a throne, and the three of them could only live in the official residence.

But sweet potatoes, potatoes, can be an exception.

Even if it is worse than sweet potatoes, only a thousand catties of grain per mu is enough for Shihuang to make an exception and reward him.

The yield of sweet potatoes is 2000 catties per mu, and that of potatoes is 6000 catties. Even if it is Bai Jiuqing, no one will complain.

But now, there is a snowstorm in the north.

The Great Qin will affect the whole body. If the north is not governed, the people's hearts, which are already under high pressure, will be completely broken.

Famine, plague, turmoil, and even a real rebellion all followed.

If it is governed, open warehouses to release grain, Daqin will be in chaos faster, 300 million soldiers will have no food, and countless prisoners of war will have no food to eat, then within ten days, Daqin will be divided by all the heroes.

The appearance of potatoes perfectly solved the problem.

It has become something that stabilizes the lifeline of Daqin.

For this credit, whoever should die.

The first emperor didn't kill the heroes, that's because there was no one with great achievements, if there were, they would have gone to hell long ago.

"Your Majesty, why don't you keep it a secret?"

Meng Tian said, he didn't want to kill Song Yuan.

Brother Zheng was about to speak.

when!

A crisp sound came from above the head.

Brother Zheng frightened his wits, a month of high-intensity training made him rush to the back of the hall very quickly, and drew out his long sword...

Li Si even shouted: "Here we come! There are assassins!"

Wang Jian and Meng Tian also patrolled around.

In the past, Jing Ketu saw it with a poor dagger, but now there are assassins descending from the sky?

But this time, Brother Zheng was very calm. After living in the camp for a month, he also had a good combat power. If he was still an assassin like Jing Ke, he was sure to kill him.

But the next moment.

when!when!when!

Countless voices sounded, and Zheng Ge suddenly panicked, so many assassins?

He subconsciously turned his head back, thinking that the guards were coming, but found that there was no one, the voice was coming from the top.

"Who the hell? Could it be the Song Family Army?"

Brother Zheng thought to himself, at the time when Daqin was in turmoil, it was really possible for Song Yuan to send someone to assassinate him.

Moreover, the strength of the Song family's army allowed them to sneak into Xianyang Palace without making a fuss.

At this time, the guard came.

Brother Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Go out and see what's going on!"

The guards said, "Your Majesty, a rock of ice has fallen from the sky!"

Brother Zheng was taken aback for a moment.

Frozen stone?

The whole house fell into silence.

The heavy snow stopped, but there was no clear sky, but ice rocks fell?

What about the north?

Will ice rocks fall from the north?

Brother Zheng thought to himself, if ice rocks also fell in the north, things would get worse.

Meng Tian lost his voice and said: "Oh no! Song Yuan's cotton!"

Li Si and Wang Jian also became worried, Song Yuan's cotton is a more powerful crop than potatoes, don't be crushed to death by ice stones!

...

Songjiazhuang.

Ying Shiman hugged Song Yuan's arm excitedly, she looked at the wooden roof railing on the plowing field, and said with admiration:

"Husband, you are really smart, how did you expect the ice stone to fall?"

Song Yuan smiled lightly, the heavy snow is coming, will the hail be far behind?

Although cotton is not very afraid of snow, it is still afraid of hail, so three days ago, he asked Song Yunlong to take the villagers to build a temporary wooden roof on the plowing field, although it would affect the final output.

But at least it's better than being stoned to death.

However, the appearance of hail also made Song Yuan serious.

The disaster in the north would be worse than he thought.

The current preparations may not be enough.

Need to come up with something else! .

Chapter 82

Keep warm from the cold, eat a full stomach, and get medical treatment in time.

These three are complementary to each other in the face of snow disasters.

With a full stomach, Song Yuan has a lot of potatoes, so there is no need to worry.

Timely medical treatment. At present, there are 500 veterans of the Song Family Army, and everyone is a qualified medical soldier. It is no problem to treat ordinary illnesses.

Needless to say, to keep warm from the cold, there are two fetishes that humans first began to resist the cold, one is animal fur, and the other is fire.

Most of the casualties in snowstorms were caused by inadequate cold protection, resulting in frostbite or even death.

Song Yuan has already prepared the cotton now, and it only needs to wait a month for it to mature, and then it can be used after drying, peeling, and popping.

But the fire, Song Yuan is not ready yet.

In other words, the whole of Daqin was not ready.

In the Qin Dynasty, people's method of lighting fire was still in a very primitive stage, that is to use flint and steel.

But Flintstone, facing this kind of heavy snow weather, has severe humidity, and it takes a long time to start a fire.

If the frostbite is not rewarmed in time, it is very likely to cause irreversible damage to the wound. If the frostbite is large, it may even be directly disabled or require amputation.

After all, it is difficult to treat the wounded in an emergency, and it is difficult to say that everyone will be brought back to the gathering place for treatment. It is inevitable to start fires and treat them on the spot, and flint and steel cannot cope with this situation.

Song Yuan is going to take in refugees this time, as a vital force for the village's future rebellion.

If the refugees who were accommodated were disabled due to untimely treatment of frostbite, then there was no need to go.

"They must all be rescued completely!"

Song Yuan murmured.

New fire tools must now be prepared.

The matches used for smoking before came with the cigarettes provided by the system. There are not many, and the production is also very troublesome, so I just pass it.

There is a very convenient thing in his system space, which is a good helper for making fire in the wild and first aid on the battlefield!

After thinking about it, Song Yuan patted Ying Shiman's little hand and said: "Go back to the house and take care of the children, I'll go to the workshop."

Ying Shiman nodded slightly, looking at Song Yuan's back, she had an ominous premonition, as if her husband was going to do something big!

Song Yuan came to the workshop, put his hands in his pockets, and took out a design drawing from the system space.

He greeted: "Everyone put away what you are doing and come to me."

The craftsmen gathered around one after another, looking at the drawings in Song Yuan's hands curiously.

Is there a new invention?

The craftsmen of the Qin Dynasty were even more serious. This is their first new invention after so long, so they must listen carefully, and then steal the lessons and make meritorious service!

But when they saw the drawings.

Straight away blinded.

The craftsmen in the village were already used to it. After glancing at the blueprint, they all looked at Song Yuan, waiting for the young master to analyze it.

Song Yuan glanced at the craftsmen of the Zhao Guo Group who had ulterior motives, and didn't care that they stole their masters.

He said directly: "This thing is called Huozhezi, and you can directly make a fire by blowing with your mouth!"

Everyone was surprised, such a powerful fire tool?

Song Yuan went on to say: "This time the Song family's army will go out on a mission to rescue people in the north. We urgently need a lot of fire pockets to make fire. I will teach you how to do it today!"

Everyone is serious.

Even the craftsmen of the Qin court had a solemn expression on their faces. This is something that saves lives and should not be taken lightly.

The production method of Huozhezi is actually very simple. It is to make a tight paper roll with rough earthen paper, then ignite it with fire and then blow it out. At this time, although there is no flame, you can see the red bright spot burning faintly. Like a embers in ashes, it can last for a long time.

Inside the Huozhezi, there is residual fire, and some flammable substances such as phosphorus are filled in. When strong wind blows in, the two collide, and they will react quickly and burn.

At present, Daqin has not produced fire zipzi, the main reason is that there is no paper.

And paper is no longer a scarce thing in Songjiazhuang.

Because there is no big technical barrier, the craftsmen only spent half an hour learning how to make it.

Seeing this, Song Yuan said, "Okay, now that everyone has learned it, I have one more thing to teach you!"

The craftsmen were stunned.

And new inventions?

For some reason, they were all a little thankful for the snow disaster in the north.

Song Yuan repeated his old trick this time and took out a new design drawing from his pocket.

This is a strange blueprint with four inventions on it.

One of them looks like a bow, the other looks like a millstone, the second is a strange hammer, and the other one I don't know at all.