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

Song Yuan pointed to these things and explained: "This is a slingshot, this is a millstone, this is a flower clapper, and this is a gauze strip. These four things are used to pluck cotton."

Playing cotton?

The craftsmen looked puzzled again.

What is pop cotton?

Song Yuan also didn't explain that if you want to use the cotton, you have to flick the cotton.

But he planned to hand over the matter of picking cotton to the women in the village.

Because the women themselves have textile experience, they are much better than the big boss in front of them.

Artisans only need to be responsible for manufacturing.

He said bluntly: "Just make these things out, don't worry about so much!"

After speaking, he began to explain, and it took another two hours to teach everyone how to make four tools for plucking cotton.

In the end, Song Yuan arranged: "Ten people make fire pockets, and the other people make tools for picking cotton!"

After Song Yuan had arranged everything, he walked out of the workshop, and the sky had already darkened.

But he didn't hurry to go home, but came to the school grounds.

He just remembered one thing, that is, the current Song family army has no talents in other fields except medical soldiers.

After going to the north for disaster relief, more than medical personnel are needed.

Talents such as political commissars and managers are very important.

Management talents can allow Song Jiajun to quickly organize refugees.

Not to mention the political commissar, the daily training and the encouragement of his father-in-law made the training effect much better.

In times of disaster, the political commissar will be a little sun, warming the hearts of refugees and giving them a sense of belonging to Songjiazhuang.

Without a political commissar, the number of refugees Song Yuan could take in would be greatly reduced.

A new course needs to be created!

Song Yuan intends to temporarily suspend the daily training of veterans, quickly train them, and work overtime to build a group of snow disaster teams that cover everything from management, scheduling, and ideological work.

At the same time as the class, the construction of the textile factory should not be left behind.

All tasks are arranged.

It was completely dark before Song Yuan stretched his waist and returned to the owner's mansion.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ying Shiman standing at the door with his hips akimbo, as if he was waiting for him specially. .

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Seeing Song Yuan, Ying Shiman immediately asked, "Husband, are you hiding something from me?"

Song Yuan was taken aback for a moment, seeing Ying Shiman's serious face, he no longer concealed it, and came out completely.

"What? Are you going to rescue the disaster?"

Ying Shiman was stunned, she looked at Song Yuan anxiously and said, "No! You can't go! If you go, what will Ziyi and I do?"

That was a snowstorm!

The first emperor laid down millions of dead bodies in his anger, and the heavenly father laid down thousands of dead bodies in his anger!

How could my husband, as a mortal, resist the punishment from God?

Song Yuan held Ying Shiman's shoulders and said: "Manman, don't get excited, you are not unprepared for your husband, nothing will happen."

Ying Shiman shook her head, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and said, "No! Why do you want to rescue the disaster?"

Song Yuan sighed and said, "Songjiazhuang only has ten thousand people. If you really want to rebel, there are not enough people. If I don't go to rescue disasters, I will take in refugees. How can I beat other princes?"

"Do you want me to surrender to Zhao? Impossible, a subjugated country cannot rise to power, I can only rely on myself!"

In Song Yuan's memory.

The death of the first emperor, the tyranny of Qin II, the uprising of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and then all the heroes rose together. In the end, it was Liu Bang and Xiang Yu who wanted to divide the world, and finally Liu Bang founded the Han Dynasty.

As for the Zhao Guo Group where the father-in-law belongs, it doesn't appear in the history books at all.

Although Song Yuan knew that this world was only [-] to [-]% similar to the Great Qin in his previous life.

But he had a hunch that those chosen by heaven would not be driven away by the wheel of history, and would even become stronger.

Instead of relying on his father-in-law's Zhao Guo Group, he might as well rely on himself.

Cooperating with father-in-law now is just a helpless choice.

Ying Shiman didn't know what Song Yuan was thinking.

Her mind is full of anger now, anger at Brother Zheng.

For the first time, Ying Shiman developed resentment towards her biological father.

If the father hadn't insisted on concealing his identity, the husband wouldn't have to work so hard at all.

Ying Shiman wanted to confess to Song Yuan very much at this moment, but with her father's calm face and his confession, she swallowed the words in her throat again.

In the end, she suppressed her tears and said: "Then you must come back safely and nothing will happen, otherwise Ziyi and I will come down to find you!"

Song Yuan heard the words, touched the beauty's side face distressedly, and said softly: "Okay, I will definitely come back intact."

"Hmm~"

Ying Shiman whispered softly, then raised her head and said: "There is still a month, you have to accompany me well."

"Okay! Go skiing tomorrow?"

"No, I want something else!"

"what?"

"here!"

"Hiss~ Is the child asleep?"

"Sleep, husband ~ come on ~"

Ying Shiman couldn't believe it, Song Yuan couldn't move in a month!

...

Then the truth is brutal.

In a month's time, Song Yuan was still as vigorous as a tiger, and even more energetic.

Ying Shiman couldn't stand it anymore, and at the same time, she didn't worry anymore.

She hugged Song Yuan's arm and said: "My husband is so powerful, how could he not be able to resist the snow disaster?"

Song Yuan laughed, he didn't expect Ying Shiman to exploit his own ideas.

He patted Shiman's head and said: "You have a good rest, I'll go out for a while."

Ying Shiman lay on the bed, nodding her head charmingly.

Song Yuan walked out of the house, the cold wind was blowing, he subconsciously tightened his fur coat.

In a month's time, the weather has completely dropped under the erosion of heavy snow.

Not even the sunlight in the sky can feel the temperature.

It's so cold in Guanzhong, the north probably won't be able to bear it completely.

Song Yuan thought about it, and walked slowly to Gengtian.

Today is the day of cotton harvesting, the villagers have already started to work, and all the procedures are proceeding in an orderly manner.

During this month, Song Yuan was busy with the snow disaster, and finally got everything ready.

Song Jiajun's talent training, the construction of the textile factory, and the training of women in picking cotton are all done.

It is worth mentioning that it seems to be the reason for the super cotton rewarded by the system. The cotton yield in the plowed fields has not been affected too much. The yield per mu is as high as 600 catties, which is only 50 catties less than the system describes.

But it is also a terrible output.

After all, cotton does not need potatoes, and a ball of cotton the size of a fist is not as heavy as potatoes.

The yield per mu is 600 catties, and there are 600 million catties per [-] mu, which is more than enough for disaster relief in the north!

Song Yuan took a look, and then followed the process to supervise.

From collection to iron and steel mills for drying, and then to textile mills to remove seeds, and finally the women use tools to pluck the cotton.

There is no problem with a set of procedures.

Song Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

If this thing is not produced, it will be difficult for him to go to the north.

Song Yuan left the textile factory and came to the salt field again. Salt is an indispensable thing if he wants to travel in the snow. Melting snow with salt is the easiest way Song Yuan knows to melt snow.

He went around and asked the person in charge that the warehouse had ample reserves of refined salt, enough for use.

The last thing is the Huozhezi from the workshop. Song Yuan tried it before, and the effect is very good. I just came here today to review it.

Swish!

Song Yuan waved his hand and slammed it down, and the fire was ignited.

""It's done!"

Song Yuan waved his fist, everything is ready!

"The only pity is that this time we have to march on foot."

Song Yuan murmured regretfully.

Not that he wanted horses, or carriages.

But in Daqin, horses were very important strategic materials, and most of them were owned by the imperial court.

And even if there were horses, Song Yuan would not choose to use horses.

First, Daqin has neither horseshoes nor saddles.

These things can't be made much when the workshop is already full.

Secondly, even if there are these things, it is not easy to use in heavy snow days. After all, not every horse is riding on snow.

And to be honest, Song Yuan has "ten times the strength of Xiang Yu", and his speed on foot (Li's good) is no worse than that of a horse.

The veterans of the Song family army are all super soldiers, and they are not bad.

With the help of the sled, you can travel quickly.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Now they only need to wait for enough cotton to be produced, and after weaving the clothes of the Song family army, they can bring cotton, potatoes and other supplies to the north to take in refugees.

Song Yuan looked at Beibeisun with some longing.

Where, it will be the place where Songjiazhuang officially rises.

But right after, Song Yuan frowned again.

What about the Zhao Guo Group of the father-in-law?

For more than a month, they have potatoes as their future food support, and they may have released food to accommodate refugees.

If it works well, the Zhao Guo Group will also rise in this snow disaster.

Song Yuan frowned.

Can't delay.

After three days, we must set off, and the development of Songjiazhuang must be raced against time! .

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