Daqin: Take the bamboo shoots, Zulong eavesdropped on my heart!

That night, Feng Zheng simply moved to live in the garden early, so as not to see Bilian of Feng Quji's family every day.

Moreover, Feng Quji's family did not dare to obstruct him in any way, after all, this may also be Qin Shihuang's intention.

Feng Zheng directly called all the dozens of servants he bought, and told them that the first task was to buy more food, eat enough, and take care of their health.

That's right, eat well, keep healthy, and work well.

After hearing Feng Zheng's first mission, the servants were all moved and cried.

It's such a big life, and I haven't seen such a strange task request.

Generally, it is not the slave owner who buys them back, eats chaff and vegetables and bark, saves as much as he can save the slave owner, and does as much work as he can do?

This new master actually asked them to eat more food and take care of their health?

Immediately, everyone was so moved that they fell to their knees and kowtowed uncontrollably.

And this is one of the effects Feng Zheng wanted.

That is, to make these people loyal and reliable to him.

Then, taking advantage of the night, Feng Zheng took the crowd to get acquainted with the garden and the cultivated land bestowed upon him by Qin Shihuang.

After all, that is a thousand mu of fertile land. According to Daqin's specifications, fifty mu per hectare is [-] hectares of land.

In the eyes of others, in fact, it is not too much to say, and it is not too much to say less.

In ancient times, one hectare, fifty mu, could actually support a family of four or five.

That's right, fifty acres of land can support four or five people.

It seems exaggerated, doesn't it...

However, the output of one mu of land in ancient times was only one stone.

One stone, about 120 catties of grain.

In ancient times, an ordinary person only ate two meals.

That is to say, early lunch at ten o'clock in the morning, and lunch and dinner at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, when it gets dark, they just fall down and sleep for more than ten hours, so that the energy consumed is less, ordinary people, there is no such thing as a day The term three meals.

Therefore, the ancients consumed about six to seven hundred catties of food a year, while the old and weak children ate relatively less.

Converted to the yield per mu, it is about five stones, which is naturally considered to be the yield of about five mu of land.

As for a family of four or five, what they need is about seventeen or eight mu of output.

As for the remaining [-] mu, it needs to be handed over as tax.

After all, Daqin, the second of the three taxes, two-thirds of the output must be handed over.

Therefore, one hectare, fifty mu of land, in fact, is only enough for a family to live on, after deducting the imperial tax.

And Feng Zheng's 100 hectares, if only according to the current level of Daqin, if he pays taxes, he can only support more than [-] people, less than [-] people.

how?

Of course not too much!

And if you don't pay taxes, you can feed a five or six hundred people.

Therefore, how many acres of fertile land are there?

Not too much, not too much...

but!

If Feng Zheng's own level is used, then naturally this will not be the only output.

Do you understand scientific farming?

As long as these cultivated lands are done properly, they will naturally be able to reap great harvests.

At that time, the yield of one mu of land will be more than one stone?

After working all night, Feng Zheng turned around and went back, taking a few clever servants with him, and started making something.

First, make some paper. After all, he can't run back and forth with a thick roll of bamboo slips at any time, and draw on the spot.

Not as good as paper, very easy to handle.

Second, research carefully by yourself and make a gun.

After all, it is better to defend yourself if you have a guy in your hand.

As for the third, it is to give these people some tasks of patrolling and guarding.

This garden is not small, and it needs to build fences and patrols.

After the arrangements were made, Feng Zheng designed some sketches by himself.

For example, where in the future, what will be produced, and in what way will it become bigger and stronger.

Another example, if Da Qin dies in the future, what route will he choose to get up?

Also, if you want to raise an army and win a place, how do you prepare.

In short, all of this has to be planned.

Especially for some things, if he wants to make them, he must test his brain cells and carefully recall what he saw and heard in his previous life.

Alas, at this time, Feng Zheng felt that it would be great if there was an encyclopedia, and I would just copy it and make it out?

Otherwise, I am also a time traveler, why not give myself a golden finger?

Nothing, this time travel is too real, right?

Chapter 31 Zulong: Good guy, you are so filial

Fortunately, I usually dabble in everything, although I am not proficient, but in Daqin, do you need to be proficient?

No need!

Because, this is a blank world, what you create, which is not in this world, is a boutique!

Unique, that is incomparable boutique!

It's that simple!

Early the next morning, Feng Zheng went back to the palace immediately.

"Minister Feng Zheng, I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"Well, did you go to the garden all day yesterday?"

"Your Majesty, it is."

Feng Zheng replied, "The garden that His Majesty bestowed on me still has fertile land, I dare not neglect it."

As he spoke, Feng Zheng couldn't help but swallowed a yawn.

I was really tired last night, and I was busy until late at night. Up to now, I have only slept for four or five hours.

Of course, he is still different from these Daqin people.

People in Daqin can sleep about eleven hours a day, or even more. In winter, they can sleep for fourteen hours.

This is very normal, because there were no electric lights in ancient times, and wax fire was an extra cost, so everyone would go to sleep if they were blind.

Few people sleep only eight hours, or even six hours.

Of course, Qin Shihuang can also be regarded as a sleep-deprived person, and many factors in his body were caused by suffering.

After all, lack of sleep and poor sleep are two completely different situations.

"what……"

Ying Zheng couldn't help it, looked at the bamboo slips, and laughed.

It doesn't matter if he hits like this, Feng Zheng on the side couldn't help it, as if he was infected, he couldn't help it for a moment, and slapped haha.

kindness?

kindness?

Ying Zheng was taken aback, and Feng Zheng was also taken aback.

[Grass, I really didn’t want to fight haha, I couldn’t hold back when I saw you did...]

Feng Zhengxin said, [Who told me to look at the garden and the land yesterday, assign tasks and make paper guns, and stayed up until midnight...]

Heh, this kid, yawned, and complained about me?

Ying Zheng immediately rolled his eyes at him, and asked, "The guard?"

"Your Majesty, here is my minister."

"No matter how you look at you, it seems that you are not in a good spirit?"

"Your Majesty, yesterday, thinking of my late father, I couldn't help falling asleep..."

Hearing this, Feng Zheng smacked his lips, rubbed the tip of his nose on purpose, and cried while wanting to speak.

[Grass, I can't squeeze tears... The pretending should be pretty good, right? 】

What am I?

When Ying Zheng heard this, a black line suddenly appeared on his face.

Are you really good at lying?

How dare you talk nonsense about your dead father, you are so filial!

"Really? You are filial, it's still good..."

Ying Zheng looked at him and said, "However, don't delay the business of guarding the court."

"promise."

After Feng Zheng heard this, he nodded immediately, "I am afraid, and I absolutely dare not delay your Majesty's business."

【Today is not the day to go to court, besides, I don’t know much about myself...】

Feng Zhengxin said, 【However, when I make the gun, I guess it will be a little invincible. 】

kindness?

gun?

After hearing this, Ying Zheng couldn't help being curious.

Could this Feng Zheng be a good player with a gun?

I really can't see the small arms and legs.

After he makes the gun, I want to see what he is like, "little invincible".

"Ugh……"

Ying Zheng looked at the scroll in his hand, couldn't help, and sighed, "I can't find it again... I, Daqin, searched everywhere, but I couldn't find a good iron ore? I sent thousands of people out, and I couldn't find it. There are only scattered gains! In this way, how can I, Daqin, create an iron-armored army that sweeps the world?"

What?

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Feng Zheng was taken aback for a moment, [Tie?That's right, in this era, the production of iron is far from enough...]

[In the entire Great Qin, the hundreds of thousands of troops used weapons that seemed to be bronze weapons. 】

[Qin Shihuang wants to build an iron-clad army. This idea is good. If it is built, it is estimated that it will only cost [-] to [-] yuan to completely guard the Hangu Pass. Entered. 】

[But it's a pity, iron ore, you can't find it first, and second, you don't know how to smelt it on a large scale...]

kindness?

After hearing Feng Zheng's words, Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment.

This kid, it's true...

However, this iron ore, with it, is still much better than without it!

As for iron, it can be smelted into steel one hundred times, while only about one-third of iron stone can be smelted into iron.

Of course, this is still a time when the craftsmanship is good. If it was placed in ancient times when the smelting technology was not developed, basically only [-]-[-]% of the iron could be smelted from iron ore.

Therefore, the problems facing Daqin are, first, the scale of iron ore is too small, and the total reserves discovered are low.

Second, the efficiency of smelting steel is very low, and the amount of iron produced is naturally small.