Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

"No War Song" has nine levels in total.

When ordinary people reach the seventh level of training, they can condense the "field of potential", with a strength of more than 400 in one arm, and a body of muscles, bones, skin and flesh comparable to copper and iron, which is enough to compete with the first-class masters in the world.

And once you reach the eighth level, you can go one step further. With every movement of your hands and feet, you can arouse the "power" to add to your body. With the blessing of strength, it can be called a courage that is unworthy of all men.

"Buzz~~"

The 'murderous aura' condensed on the body surface was absorbed by Mo Jun one after another. The [small red crystal blocks] filled with pure blood energy were treated by Mo Jun as snacks and stuffed into his mouth one by one.

The 'murderous power' that was almost condensed into reality formed a dragon-like whirlwind on Mo Jun's body.

Jian Jiuyuan and Heiyu outside the door immediately noticed something strange inside the door. The threatening feeling like a ray of light on their backs made Jian Jiuyuan unable to help but show a hint of surprise.

But when he saw Black Feather not far away who seemed not to be surprised, he no longer thought about it.

"Tear~~"

In the room, the power within Mo Jun's body continued to rise, until at a certain moment, Mo Jun's skin seemed to be unable to withstand the huge force and suddenly tore apart. Mo Jun finally took out three [Life Crystals (Fragments)] and swallowed them in one gulp. into the belly.

With the energy supplement of [Life Crystal], the wounds that had been torn and bleeding quickly began to heal.

But it didn't take long.

New wounds appeared, and then continued to be repaired with the supplement of life energy...

This goes on and on.

Nearly an hour passed, and after Mo Jun swallowed almost twenty [Life Crystals (Fragments)] in a row, the process finally ended slowly.

At this time, Mo Jun's clothes were covered with a large amount of dried blood.

"Success!"

Mo Jun slightly exerted his strength, and then lightly tapped each other with his hands. After hearing a sound of gold and iron, a look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on his face.

As for his current embarrassment, Mr. Mo didn't pay too much attention.

Because this is the price that needs to be paid to forcefully break through the eighth level.

In the last two layers of "No War Song", each breakthrough layer requires a special medicinal solution, and then the water grinding time and time again is used to create this layer covering the surface of the skin in the process of destruction and regeneration. War Qi Armor].

"Song of No War" is a very advanced martial arts secret book. Although it is not as good as the top martial arts at the core of hundreds of schools of thought, its two characteristics of "jing" and "spirit" are even compared with the top martial arts. Not much inferior.

The layer of [non-fighting Qi Armor] that has been condensed at the eighth level is a protective shield formed on the body surface by the powerful force penetrating the body. It has a defense that is not inferior to that of advanced horizontal martial arts masters. ability.

It is only slightly inferior to the top hard skills such as [Armor Gate], which are specialized in horizontal training.

Originally, to break through the eighth level, even if an ordinary person had sufficient resources, it would take at least several years of hard work to achieve it. After all, it takes a long time to repair the damage to the physical body.

However, Mr. Mo shortened several years of hard work to just one hour at the cost of twenty [Life Crystals] and a large number of [Small Red Crystal Blocks] to replenish energy.

in the world today.

Probably only Mo Jun can do this.

Someone brought the bathtub and boiled the water. Mo Jun took a bath, changed his clothes, and then walked out of the room.

Mo Jun's breakthrough did not attract too many people's attention.

Only Heiyu and Jian Jiuyuan noticed the change in Mr. Mo's eyes. The eyes of people practicing martial arts are usually very bright, but ordinary people's eyes are like 'stars' at best. However, during this time, Mr. Mo's eyes were like 'electric lights'. '.

And this was precisely because Mr. Mo had just made a breakthrough and was a little unable to suppress his mental strength.

"How can your master's cultivation be so advanced?"

Jian Jiuyuan was obviously a little stunned. He knew that Lord Mo possessed martial arts, which was not a strange thing. After all, no matter which sect of the various schools of thought at present, they all emphasize on 'cultivating both civil and military skills'.

At most, the focus is slightly different based on personal talent.

It's like playing the piano.

Although he was born in Confucianism, his martial arts skills were not weak either. Although he was not among the top class, he was not far behind.

But Jian Jiuyuan never expected that Lord Mo's cultivation would be so advanced. To be honest, in his opinion, with his own strength after losing his arm, if he were to fight head-on with the current Lord Mo, he would be I feel that I may not be Mo Jun’s opponent.

"What a hell. Did this person start practicing cultivation right from his mother's womb?"

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Time flies to September.

After nearly two months of operations, Ying Zheng has removed most of the nails that Lu Buwei planted in the army. More than 70% of the military power has now been taken back by Ying Zheng.

With these military powers, even if Lu Buwei returns to the court now, Ying Zheng will have the confidence to compete with him head-on.

But these alone are obviously not enough.

Now that he has chosen to take action, Ying Zheng, who has been patient for many years, is naturally too lazy to continue pretending.

No more pretending.

Showdown.

I want to be a 'tyrant'. To be an ‘emperor’. To be that ‘Eternal Emperor’.

However, Lu Buwei has been involved in the government and the public for many years, and his forces are spread throughout the government and the public. Even with the power that Ying Zheng now has, he still lacks a little strength to bring down Lu Buwei at once.

Just in time, isn’t this a coincidence!

Mr. Mo can now provide that little bit of 'help' to Ying Zheng.

September is the harvest season.

The ‘first generation improved rice seed’ that Mo Jun finally developed after several years of cultivation has finally successfully completed its first test today.

Mo Jun's twenty-acre test field is planted in the [farm] reclaimed from the back garden. It is safe to put it here, because no one can see the tricks in the twenty-acre test field until it matures.

Even Jian Jiuyuan and Heiyu, who had often entered the farm before, had never noticed any abnormalities.

But now as these 'first-generation improved rice seeds' mature, the differences from ordinary rice are immediately apparent.

The weights and measures of Qin were different from those of later generations.

The area of ​​one acre of land in Qin was much smaller than the area of ​​one acre of land in later generations.

But even this cannot conceal the fact that the current food production is low. According to today's standards, an average of one acre of land can produce one to one and a half stones of grain, which can be called "good farmland".

And if the grain yield reaches more than two stones, it is a good 'fertile field'.

according to the measure of the Hereafter.

In Qin, one stone weighs about 60 kilograms.

In other words, even the so-called "fertile fields" nowadays can produce about 120 to 150 kilograms of grain per acre.

Previously outside Xianyang, including the current Nanjun.

No matter what grain fields Mr. Mo passed, his first impression of everything he saw was that they were sparse.

Withered rice ears and slender poles swayed in the fields. When the wind blew, like the hair of a middle-aged man, they were all exposed in an instant.

But for the people of this era, these are already common sights.

on the contrary.

On the contrary, the scene in the twenty acres of fields planted by Mo Jun now made everyone dumbfounded.

Under the breeze, the twenty acres of rice fields in front of Jian Jiuyuan, Heiyu, Yao Gui and others shone with a golden light under the reflection of the sun, and the thick rice stalks were covered with plump and huge ears of rice.

The wind blows.

The rice in the rice fields is like the black and thick hair of young people, constantly intertwined and flapping together, making the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Sir, this is..."

Jian Jiuyuan's breath was stagnant and he couldn't help but speak to Lord Mo.

But before he could finish his words, Mr. Mo waved his hand and interrupted him. He threw a sickle to him and said, "Don't ask questions yet. Come and help with the harvesting and weighing first."

The rice here is still classified, so this harvest can only be done by Mo Jun, Hei Yu, Jian Jiuyuan, Yao Gui, Zhan Qin... and they are the only ones doing it.

However, the people here are not the kind of princes and nobles who do not eat the fireworks of the world. In addition, they have martial arts skills, and the twenty acres of land were quickly harvested easily.

Then everyone used a simple 'hand-operated rice thresher' made by Mo Jun, and worked until evening before finally beating out all the rice ears and weighing them.

"There are results!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present gathered together instantly.

Zhan Qin manipulated an instrument similar to a scale to weigh the weight of all the rice ears. When he finished weighing, he couldn't help but swallow. Then he looked at everyone in shock and said slowly: "Twenty acres The total harvest from the fields was... fifty-three and a half stones."

"Fifty-three and a half stones. If converted to average, the output of one acre of field is..."

The medicine ghost who rarely comes out of the [Medicine Garden] today rarely takes the initiative to help Mr. Mo with his busy schedule. When he heard the results obtained by Zhan Qin, he quickly calculated and came to a conclusion.

"Nearly two stones and three stones."

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but gasp.

Fifty-three and a half stone, which converted to a weight of about 3,200 kilograms in later generations.

average down.

This time the yield per mu of field is around 160 kilograms.

The fields in the back garden of the Sheriff's Mansion were considered relatively standard fertile fields in the past. Under normal circumstances, one acre of land could harvest one hundred kilograms of grain every year.

That is to say.

The ‘first generation improved rice seeds’ improved by Mo Jun increased grain production by 60% based on the original.

It is slightly higher than the 50% originally estimated.

"Sir, these rice are..."

"As you can imagine, these are the 'first-generation improved rice seeds' I invented. If other conditions remain unchanged, the rice yield grown from these rice seeds can increase by about 50 to 60%."

Now that the rice has matured and the experiment has been successful, there is no need to continue hiding it from the people present. Mo Jun simply said: "If it can be combined with another 'compost fermentation technology' I invented, the output should be increased by two." To 30%.”

When Mo Jun planted these twenty acres of land, he did not use his own 'fertilizer', because these rice fields are experimental fields. Only when other conditions are equal to the current era can the control effect be reflected, which will facilitate Mo Jun's future creation of 'the first rice'. Second generation improved rice seeds'.

However, not using your own ‘fertilizer’ does not mean that there is no fertilizer in this era.

In fact, since the Spring and Autumn Period, some people have known how to use "plant ash" and "dung" to fertilize crops. However, this kind of fertilizer is still very crude, and the effect is naturally not as good as the "high technology" brought by Mo Juncong two thousand years later.

Jian Jiuyuan's eyes widened: "Fifty to sixty percent?"

Yao Gui also suddenly turned his head: "Can it be improved by two to three percent?"

Zhan Qin on the side was holding the rice in the sack, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Even Kuroyu, who had always had very few mood swings, couldn't help but reach out and straighten a bag of rice that had fallen to the ground with extreme caution.

Living in this era.

No one is unaware of the importance of ‘food’.

Even those wealthy nobles do not know how precious food is. It is precisely because they know how precious food is that many people "waste" food to show off their noble status.

One of the very important ideals why people like Yao Gui and Zhan Qin work hard to learn medical skills is to change this world.

And now, the opportunity to change the world is right in front of them.

"Old man...I almost committed a serious crime!"

Jian Jiuyuan held a handful of rice, his fingers trembled slightly, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

He thought that in order to save Jian Ling'er, he even had the idea of ​​'kidnapping and assassinating' Lord Mo.

Thinking about it now, it's a good thing that Yao Gui stopped him in the first place, otherwise what if he really did it and succeeded.

Jian Jiuyuan estimated that even if he died in the future, under Jiuquan, his ancestors would have to give him a big mouth one by one when they saw him.

The grain production has increased by 50%... No, it may even be 80% or 90% now.

What is this concept?

The simplest and most direct example is enough to double the entire world's population.

No wonder Master Yaogui told him that Mr. Mo could change the world. Isn't this kind of ability enough to change the world?

"Sir, what should we do next?"

Zhan Qin asked with a trembling tone while stroking the rice in the sack with one hand as if stroking a lover.

Mo Jun touched his chin and thought for a while, then said: "Taking advantage of the good weather these days, let's dry these rice and save the seeds. Then I will personally escort them into Xianyang and hand them over to the king."

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