Daqin: The poorest prime minister, the first emperor begged me for corruption

Chapter 107 This looks like a man from Great Qin!

"I am very pleased that you are loyal to your Majesty. I will give each of you a hundred gold to encourage you!"

Ying Zheng never hesitated to reward the loyal emperor. After all, in his and Qin Mo's rough idea, the feudal monarchy of Great Qin was centralized and under his and Fusu's rule, it needed to reach a peak that future generations could not reach.

In this way, the emperor's popularity will be unshakable and everything will go as planned!

"Here."

Zhao Gao bowed his hands and accepted the order, quickly burned the memorials and drafted a reward edict.

All the accompanying officials were curious as to what memorials the prince and civil servants had received, but the First Emperor didn't pay attention at all.

"Please circulate it to all the ministers as well."

Ying Zheng handed the remaining memorials to Fusu to Wang Ben, the next king, for viewing.

Wang Ben took it with both hands, read ten lines at a glance, and then handed it to the doctor Ling Mengyi with a strange expression.

Meng Yi read it and handed it to Tu Sui... The ministers read it one after another, all with strange expressions.

Fusu was an honest and honest gentleman, and he was a close friend of Qin Mo, so the memorial did not add any embellishments, but only recorded Qin Mo's original words.

But even so, everyone felt uncomfortable looking at it!

Qin Mo's critical remarks were not directed at one person, but at everyone...

In other words, every one of you here is a piece of shit as long as you don’t practice benevolence, and you are a class enemy who needs to be dealt a decisive and devastating blow.

Among them, the emperor is not excluded!

"Your salary is your salary, the people are rich and the people are anointed, the people are easy to abuse, and the king's law is difficult to deceive... My lords, you should keep this motto in mind!"

Ying Zheng took the Fusu Memorial that had been circulated around, said a few words to the ministers who were sitting uneasily, and then began to write and give instructions for Fusu's Memorial.

The ministers stood up and solemnly clasped their hands and said: "I will obey the instructions carefully and you must restrain yourself and abide by the law!"

Ying Zheng was noncommittal and continued to give instructions without raising his head.

Later, Zhao Gao submitted the drafted reward edict, and Ying Zheng also completed his instructions on Fusu's memorial.

"The eldest princess Yuan Man will go and read the reward edict, and hand over my instructions to the prince."

"In addition, whip the marquis of Zhenguo ten times so that the melon will be remembered for a long time. Don't always scare the ministers into panic all day long!"

Ying Zheng read the drafted reward edict, returned it to Zhao Gao together with the instructions, and gave instructions.

"Here."

Zhao Gao took the order and left, holding two bundles of bamboo slips to find Yuan Man.

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At the same time, large-scale development in the Tieshan tribe’s territory has officially begun!

Since Ying Zheng allocated a lot of armor and weapons from the imperial army to support Qin Mo, it was enough to overwhelm five thousand Yue soldiers.

Therefore, there is no need to rush to build armored weapons.

The top priority is to open up acres of land around the mine and cultivate last season's rice, spring sweet potatoes and spring potatoes before the spring rainy season arrives.

Qin Mo divided the nine tribes of Yue people into hundreds of troops, with a balance of young, strong, old, and weak men and women. They were led by civil servants to burn wasteland, cultivate fields, and improve water conservancy.

The indicator given to them is that there are enough acres of land for each Yue person, and three acres of ration land is the best!

In addition, all Yue boys and girls under the age of ten do not have to participate in labor. Interpreters who are good at Yue language will teach Yayan writing.

There is no need to teach too advanced knowledge, just use the teaching materials of the missionaries as books and be able to speak and write!

As for the five thousand prisoners of war...or the five thousand newly surrendered Yue warriors.

After they rebuilt bamboo huts and houses for the Tieshan people, they were divided into groups. Each group sent three eloquent people to go home with nine shaman chiefs who were transformed into political brokers to persuade their group to come. Depart.

As the old saying goes, do it again and again and again, and again, and again, and never again!

This is the second time Qin Mo has given those ethnic groups a chance. If they don't come to defect again, they won't have to defect in the future.

There are only two paths left for them.

Either go to the Sun God Emperor of Qin, stop being exploited and oppressed, and move towards a well-off life with plenty of food and clothing.

Either they must seek refuge with their class enemy, the King of Panyu, continue to be exploited and squeezed, and wait to be completely destroyed by the divine army.

There is no room for maneuver!

After sending away the political brokers, most of the remaining newly attached Yue warriors were also divided into hundreds of troops, led by civilian officials.

Or join the team to open up wasteland and farmland.

Or he may follow a group of officials from the Mohist family to mine and smelt iron to create new agricultural tools.

Qin Mo and Fu Su became street gangsters.

The two men wore silver armor and rode around on white horses to inspect the work. From time to time they helped the Vietnamese and civil officials and explained some things.

For example, the progress of mining and iron-making is slow!

The two men took out the thunderbolts supported by Ying Zheng and used the gunpowder inside to blow up the mountains and remove rocks.

Rumble--

With the continuous loud noise like muffled thunder, the entire magnet mine suddenly shook, and then dust rose up all over the sky.

When the dust dispersed, a huge mountain mass had disappeared, and all you could see was collapsed and broken ore!

The young and strong Yue people made strange noises and rushed over with baskets on their backs to pick up smaller pieces of broken ore, and then carried them down with squeaking noises.

"How can I carry basket after basket? Not to mention the exhaustion of my strength, the speed is still slow!"

Qin Mo stopped the energetic Yue people Qingzhuang and said helplessly.

Fusu also told the Mohist officials: "Sooner or later, Baiyue will be the land of our Great Qin. The simple and labor-saving mining technology can be passed on without any need to keep it private."

"Here."

A group of Mohist officials bowed their hands and accepted the order.

Then, the simple pulley block tower crane appeared, the solid hardwood track appeared, and the sturdy steel-making blast furnace appeared.

In the horrified eyes of the Yue people, two Mohist officials operated a pulley tower crane to lift thousands of kilograms of ore and dump it into the mine car.

There were two other Mohist officials, pushing the mine cart on the hardwood track and transporting thousands of kilograms of ore out of the mine.

The people in Yue didn't know the reason behind it, so they called it a miracle!

If it weren't for Qin Mo's express prohibition on kneeling and prostrating, why don't you pay homage to the Mohist officials...

However, when the rich iron ore is transported out of the mine, it is lifted up by the pulley block and put into the steelmaking blast furnace, where it is heated into a red liquid.

The more people there are, the more you can't stand it!

In particular, two other Mohist officials used the steel frying method to remove excess impurities from the molten iron, added iron ore powder and stirred continuously. After repeating several times, they opened the blast furnace taphole and released the molten iron to cool it, resulting in nearly seven

One hundred kilograms of finished iron ingots.

In other words, when nearly 700 steel ingots were reached, the onlookers prostrate themselves on the ground!

In their opinion, this is a truly magical method. Otherwise, it would not be enough to express the shock in their hearts...

And what’s even more shocking is yet to come!

The Yue people had simple and labor-saving mining technology and miraculous steel-frying methods. Under the leadership of Mohist officials, they quickly produced a steady stream of steel.

Once steel is available, it is natural to build agricultural tools and complete the reclamation of wasteland and farmland as soon as possible.

As a result, new agricultural tools that had been popularized in Daqin came into being.

Such as curved shaft plows and rakes!

Such as a push shovel for weeding and ridge creation!

There is nothing much to say about the curved shaft plow and rake, they are just the shape of later generations.

The push shovel is similar in shape to a single columbine, except that there is no basket for holding seeds. It has a wooden wheel in front and a flat-head shovel behind the wheel. It is connected with a simple wooden frame and has two handrails extending backward.

When weeding, only one person is needed to push the shovel and control the depth of the shovel into the soil. Once the shovel is weeded, all the weeds are removed. The speed is staggering.

It’s more convenient and a hundred times more labor-saving than bending over to weed with a hoe and a hoe!

When it is necessary to dig ridges, replace the flat-head shovel with a small plow shovel, which is also much more convenient and labor-saving than digging ridges with one shovel and one shovel.

Three sample farm tools were built and immediately taken to the fields for trial use.

An old Yue man was weeding the Tieshan people's original fields while pushing a push shovel equipped with a flat-headed steel shovel, walking as fast as flying away.

Behind them were two young and strong Yue women, pushing a push shovel equipped with a small plow and shovel, and followed behind to dig the ridges, and the speed was also not slow.

One old man and two young men quickly completed weeding and digging ridges on an acre of land, and diverted canal water into the fields along the ridges to complete irrigation.

In this way, if the cultivated sweet potato seedlings or potato seedlings are planted, this acre of land will become...

The people who were watching were all dumbfounded!

In fact, let alone those who were still in the era of slash-and-burn farming, even the farmers of Da Qin were so shocked that their jaws were dislocated when they first saw this new type of agricultural tool.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is an artifact for farming civilization!

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On another piece of land that had just been burned, there were three young and strong Yue people. Two of them were dragging across the hemp rope, and one was holding a curved shaft plow, trying to plow the land.

The fertile soil accumulated by rotting dead leaves was dug out with a sharp steel-blade plow, followed by a Yue woman, holding an iron rake to break up the larger pieces of soil.

Later, after one acre of land was plowed, three young Yue men replaced the curved-wheel plow with a rake, thoroughly raked up the fertile soil, and finally used a push shovel equipped with a small plow to clear the surrounding land.

Raise the ridges and introduce canal water to turn it into a paddy field.

In this way, the cultivated rice seedlings are inserted into the seeds, and some small fish fry are thrown in to raise them, and the rice field is completed!

"This...is this Da Qin's farming technology?"

The nine shaman chiefs who returned one after another looked at the four farm tools being tried out, all with inexplicable horror.

They finally understood why Qin Mo dared to praise Haikou and make the people of Yue rich and well-fed forever.

In this land where seeds were originally sown casually, sowing one gourd and harvesting two gourds, under such intensive cultivation, a bumper harvest is just like playing for fun.

"This land is very fertile, but it is not mature land after all. This season, a rice harvest of 700 to 800 kilograms per acre is enough!"

An official took a handful of plowed soil, tasted it in his mouth, and said this.

Qin Mo felt a chill when he saw it. Even if you want to show off the excellent education you inherited from farming and studying, you don't need to show it off in this way, right?

Don’t be afraid of eating something wrong!

"Mr. Sir, you said the yield per mu is high...how many jin?"

The chief shaman of the Baozhu tribe heard the official's evaluation of the newly cultivated land and couldn't help but asked in surprise.

The official said casually: "If we grow the grain we bring, we can make seven or eight hundred catties this season!"

He thought for a while and then said: "Don't worry, after two years of cultivation, the land will become mature and you will definitely be able to produce a thousand catties of crops in one season."

When the Baozhu Clan shaman heard the word "Qianjin", he immediately shivered, and then started to tremble non-stop, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.

Seeing this, the surrounding original Baozhu clan members hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Qin Mo stuffed a wooden stick into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

"Witch Chief...Father...what's wrong with you?"

Kun hugged the fussy old shaman, but in desperation, he called out his father's title.

The rest of the original Baozhu Clan couldn't help but be startled when they heard this, and the complexion of the one with a quick brain turned ugly.

"No wonder, in the past, no matter how brilliant we were, we couldn't get the respect of the old witch."

"The old shaman said that this guy was honest and honest, and he also said that he would pass on the position of shaman to him. I believed his lies."

"It turns out that the old shaman knew that Kun was his heir, so he preferred to be with him..."

The young men of the original Baozhu Clan complained one after another. They probably understood that the rules of survival they regarded as their own rules had long been secretly despised by the shaman chiefs.

The Yue people's rule for maintaining the ethnic group is that when a woman comes back and gives birth to a child from a foreign man, the ethnic group raises the child together.

However, the shrewd and civilized witch chiefs had already learned from Yue aristocrats, or from Chinese etiquette, and secretly regarded the continuation of their bloodline as their norm.

The position of Witch Chief is obviously open to everyone, but secretly it is only passed down among the heirs!

"Stop complaining, there will be no more shamans in the future."

"Yes, from now on, all your kings and leaders will be appointed by the God Emperor, and those who are virtuous will be in charge."

"You... should be happy now. The emperor said that the rice seeds given by the God Emperor can produce seven to eight hundred kilograms per mu in one season, and in two years' time it will be able to produce one thousand kilograms in one season."

The other witch chiefs saw that the Yue people around them were looking at them with resentment in their eyes, so they explained in a evasive manner.

The people in Yue looked at each other with questions on their foreheads.

Well, they don’t understand what a pound is, let alone what seven or eight hundred pounds represents.

At this time, the Baozhu Clan shaman finally took a breath, spit out the wooden stick in his mouth and said: "Seven to eight hundred kilograms is about the same weight as seven or eight young men put together!"

The people in Yue suddenly nodded, which is easy to understand. Their bodies are generally short and lean, and their weight is only about one hundred kilograms.

Seven or eight hundred kilograms is indeed approximately equal to the combined weight of seven or eight young men.

However, after the sudden realization, they were stunned, and then all the people present began to show off excitedly.

If one acre of land is planted with white rice and harvested in one season, there will be seven or eight young adults weighing together?

Wouldn't it mean that as long as you are busy for one season a year, you won't have to worry about eating for the whole year?

Qin Mo's words about high-yielding grains that could not be eaten even five times a day suddenly appeared in the minds of all Yue people.

At that time, I just thought it was a boast, but now it has become a reality!

The Yue people, who were showing off, turned their grateful eyes to Qin Mo, to Fusu, and to all the officials present. Their admiration was beyond words.

"Don't kneel! Let me see who dares to kneel! If you kneel, you will be whipped immediately!"

Qin Mo saw a Yue man whose legs were weak and seemed to want to lie down on the ground again, doing that degrading prostrate gesture, so he immediately got vaccinated and shouted.

The people were awe-struck and immediately stood upright with their knees straight.

"This looks like a Da Qin man!"

Qin Mo nodded with satisfaction, turned over and mounted the white horse, and went with Fu Su to inspect elsewhere.

The people of Yue watched the two of them go away, then they all bowed their hands to the civil servants present and said: "Thank you gods for your blessings~!!!"

All the civil servants looked at the interpreters. When the interpreters translated the original words, they couldn't help but feel very useful. They bowed their hands and returned the salute: "We are Your Majesty... We are the herdsmen of the Sun God Emperor. We dare not take credit. All of you, please encourage me.

Make the Qin Dynasty prosperous!"

After listening to the interpreter's explanation, the people of Yue said in unison: "The Qin Dynasty will surely prosper and prosper for thousands of generations. Whoever dares to prevent it from prospering will be crushed to death by us!"

(End of chapter)