Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

Another year has passed in a blink of an eye.

September.

Autumn is crisp.

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

There were only two people in the carriage.

One is wearing white clothes, with a delicate appearance and cold eyes. He has a long sword hanging 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 full of majesty, cruelty, deepness, and determination of a king.

The two of them were Ying Zheng and Gai Nie who were on patrol incognito.

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

Even though in the past six months, Ying Zheng, who is in the palace, has received several secret messages from Lord Mo, reporting that the rice in Ganquan Village is growing well, there are some things that Ying Zheng already believes in his heart, but if he doesn't see them with his own eyes, he will eventually There will still be some things that I can’t let go of.

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The scenery in the land of Bashu is beautiful.

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

Seeing the autumn harvest scenery on both sides through the car window, Ying Zheng's originally nervous mood was slightly relieved.

It didn't take long.

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

"I will see you, Your Majesty!"

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

Gongshu Qiu, Meng Tian and others were not surprised by Ying Zheng's arrival. Maybe they didn't understand what happened for a while at first, but as the grain and rice in the fields matured in the past month, no matter how many people felt It’s incredible, and I’ve basically guessed some of the truth.

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

"No need to be polite."

Ying Zheng's mind was clearly not here at this time. He just said something casually and asked everyone to stand up. Then he turned to Lord Mo and said, "Qing Mo, is the planting of the new rice seeds going well?"

Lord Mo saluted and said, "Thanks to the king, everything goes well."

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

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

Ying Zheng said: "Okay, okay... In that case, let me see with my own eyes the results of this new rice seed created by Mo Qing."

After saying that, Ying Zheng strode out of Ganquan Village, followed by Mo Jun and others.

After entering Ganquan Village.

The scene in front of Ying Zheng suddenly changed.

Along the way, Ying Zheng had already seen thousands of acres of mature rice fields. However, when the thousands of acres of rice fields outside were put together, they felt that they were not as 'rich' as ​​the more than a thousand acres of rice fields in front of him.

Look around.

Pieces of golden color are continuous, and densely packed rice is neatly arranged and closely connected. When the wind blows, it immediately makes a rustling sound.

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

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel a burning look in his eyes.

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

"Open the sickle!"

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

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

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

Harvesting more than a thousand acres of rice fields is a huge project, but there are also a lot of people harvesting this time. While everyone is harvesting, they use the [automatic rice thresher] invented by Gongshu Qiu to peel off all the rice ears.

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

finally.

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

"Report, all the rice has been weighed."

"How many?"

After hearing the report below, Ying Zheng, who had been waiting for a whole day, stood up in a flash, stared at the person who made the report, and said impatiently.

"This time the rice fields were harvested, a total of 1,050 acres, and a total of rice was harvested..."

The soldier who reported the report looked at the record in his hand and wondered whether there was an error in the record. He couldn't help but swallowed, and then hesitantly said: "A total of... five thousand two hundred and sixty-three Shi Yijun.”

Wow!

As soon as this statement came out.

It instantly caused an uproar among the crowd.

Gongshu Qiu, Meng Tian...all the people opened their eyes wide and looked at Lord Mo in disbelief.

Although since the rice in these rice fields matured, they have discovered that the yield of these rice is different from ordinary farmland. After all, the scene of more than a thousand acres of farmland is too sharply contrasted with other surrounding farmland.

However, the current output still shocked them.

More than 1,000 acres of farmland produce more than 5,000 tons of rice.

What is this concept?

The ‘royal land’ in Ganquan Village is considered to be the best fertile land, but even so, the average yield per acre of land in previous years was only about two and a half stones.

But now...

"Hahaha...Okay, okay, okay!"

After listening to the soldier's report below, Ying Zheng's breath was stagnant, but then he laughed loudly and said three good words in a row.

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

Ying Zheng turned to look at Mr. Mo and said cheerfully: "Qing Mo, I thought that the 80% or 90% increase in production you said earlier was an overestimation, but I didn't expect that it was just a humble statement!"

"Ah this~~"

Mo Jun looked a little embarrassed and said: "This rice seed is still in the experimental stage, so there are some errors that even I can't predict."

When Ying Zheng heard this, he immediately smiled even more happily: "Hahaha... Errors? If they are all errors like this, then I hope Mo Qing can do more, the better!"

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

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

Meng Tian unconsciously lost his mind.

Gong Shuqiu opened his mouth wide, and even one hand pulled off a strand of beard on his chin without feeling it.

When the many field slaves and soldiers below heard such output, their eyes turned red unconsciously with excitement.

What is the concept of doubling the yield per mu?

On a larger scale, the population that Qin can support can be doubled from now on.

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

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 had been such grains before, perhaps these field slaves would not have become slaves at all.

If there had been such food in the past, these soldiers might not have chosen to join the army at all, and at most they would have been forced to perform military service.

If there had been such food in the past, Da Qin soldiers would never have to fight hungry again.

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"Plop~~"

After thinking about it, I didn't know who was taking the lead, but I saw a figure suddenly kneeling down towards Mr. Mo.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people knelt down on the ground, with red eyes and tears streaming down their faces. They knelt down towards Mr. Mo and said loudly: "I kowtow to you on behalf of my family!"

Damn it!

When he suddenly saw this scene, 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 avoid it, but the next second, he saw a big hand pressing on his shoulder, forcing him to accept the gift.

Look back.

Mo Jun realized that the person holding him down was none other than Ying Zheng. At this time, Ying Zheng looked seriously and said, "Mo Qing, you can bear this gift."

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

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

But in fact, the initial development of the Qin State was purely due to hunger. Because it was about to starve to death, it could only take the risk of exploring 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, Qin still does not have the ability to bear risks in the event of various natural disasters.

So every time the other six countries encountered a natural disaster, they would rest and recuperate.

But Qin would start a war after every natural disaster, because only through the plunder of war could it be possible to regain enough resources to tide over the difficulties.

And if the battle is defeated, the soldiers who die in the army will also reduce the burden on Qin.

This sounds cruel.

But this is the reality that Qin is facing in the past and even now.

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

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

After paying homage to Mr. Mo.

Meng Tian and his party bowed to Ying Zheng again and said, "I congratulate your Majesty on harvesting this new rice seed. From now on, the Qin Kingdom will no longer have to worry about food."

Ying Zheng laughed and said: "Hahaha~~Okay! If I can have such a capable minister as Mo Qing, and with the help of all the loyal ministers and soldiers, there is no need to worry about accomplishing great things."

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

After the rice harvest is completed.

It's late.

Ying Zheng simply stayed in Ganquan Village to rest for one night and had a meal by the way. Ying Zheng was quite confused after eating this meal. He once suspected that Guanglu Temple in Xianyang Palace had cut corners when cooking.

Salt and pepper lamb chops, lamb stir-fried with green onions, roast goose, roast duck, boiled chicken... and all kinds of fresh stir-fry dishes, they were all delicacies that Ying Zheng had never tasted before.

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

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

It really gave a few people some insight.

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the next day.

Having completed his mission in Bashu, Mo Jun followed Ying Zheng back to Xianyang.

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

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