Shuang Daqin Comparison, No Comparison, No Harm

Now as soon as he heard the news, he rushed over without stopping.

There is a magistrate and three county magistrates in Hedan City, all four of them are in their forties, and they have also governed Hedan for nearly ten years, and they are very clear about the local economic situation and food situation.

As soon as they came, Zhao Ze asked, and found out that Hedan City had a special geographical environment, and most of the people in the city had rice and sweet potatoes as their staple food.

In the past two years, due to the extremely poor rice harvest, the food produced by the people in the city is only enough to feed their families and live.

However, after the Guishuang Army occupied Hedan, nearly 1/3 of the annual harvest would be handed over to the Guishuang Kingdom as taxes.

This caused the local people to live in distress, and these magistrates and county magistrates were all left over from the former princes. Although they had already handed over the people sent by the Guishuang Empire, they still couldn't say anything to Guishuang.

After listening to the reason, Zhao Ze asked: "How much rice and sweet potatoes have been harvested each year in the past two years?"

The magistrate didn't understand why Zhao Ze asked this question, but he said truthfully: "This year's sweet potato harvest is very good, and every household has a harvest of nearly 300 kilograms per mu of fertile land.

"Rice is not as good. Each mu of rice field can only produce 200 kilograms of grain."

300 kg - mass production, indeed a lot.

Zhao Ze asked: "Then why is there still famine in the city?"

Although the people of the Guishuang Army robbed them of their rice grains, they should not have robbed much of sweet potatoes.

One is that if you eat too much of it, you will get tired of it, and the other is that soldiers in the army have their mouths in their mouths, so basically not many people will eat it.

The magistrate said: "Although the harvest of sweet potatoes is high, they cannot be eaten every day, and our local sweet potatoes are grown for sweet potato flour.

Zhao Ze didn't cook. He heard that although he understood sweet potato flour, he didn't know what it was for. He asked Li Xin who was on the side to find out.

"What are they doing with sweet potato flour?" Zhao Ze asked.

"Of course it's sold to Xianyang."

Zhao Ze remembered that the sweet potato flour can be eaten as well as seasoning, and he asked, "How about the price?"

"Compared with rice grain, it will be twice as expensive, and it can be sold for one tael per catty, but it takes nearly 10 catties of sweet potatoes to produce a catty of sweet potato flour.

If Zhao Ze calculated 300 kilograms, it would be able to produce nearly 60 kilograms of sweet potato flour, which means it could be sold for about 60 taels of silver.

The local rice price is about 20 Wen a catty, and 60 taels can buy about 300 catties of rice noodles.

In fact, the prices are almost the same after conversion, but the harvest of sweet potatoes is stronger than that of rice every year.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ze asked Nuo Erliang at the side: "How much money does a jar of good white brewed wine cost in Xianyang?"

Nuo Erliang said: "The best ones are about 10 to 20 taels of silver, and the ones with slightly lower prices can be sold for 5 to 6 taels."

Zhao Ze still remembers that modern technology brews baijiu, and the mass production is basically 5:1.

That is to say, 5 catties of sweet potatoes can produce nearly a catty of pure alcohol.

The so-called alcohol in modern times is the so-called Shanghao Baijiu in the Qin Dynasty restaurant.

Thinking of Zhao Ze like this, he suddenly had an idea.

He told the prefect and county magistrate: "The local people know how to make wine."

The magistrate said: "Of course I know it, but it needs to use rice to make wine, and 60 catties of rice can produce two catties of wine, which is not cost-effective.

At this time, the wine-making techniques of the Qin Dynasty had not followed the modern wine-making methods, so the wine yield was extremely low.

But he didn't expect it to be so low that only two jars of wine are produced with 60 catties of rice, unless the wine is of high quality, it will be profitable.

Therefore, the rice of the common people is sold directly to the local rice shop, and they have never thought of brewing it into white wine and selling it to various cities after getting drunk.

After basic understanding of the situation, Zhao Ze waved the four of them to leave.

……ask for flowers……

After the magistrate and the three county magistrates left, Zhao Ze summoned the guard Lin Zhizhou who had been hiding in the dark.

"You go back to Xianyang to do two things for me. One is to go to Xianyang to find out which restaurants want wine. If you go to Xianyang for me, Li Yan should have returned to Xianyang. You have to deliver something for me."

Lin Zhizhou is the guard of the palace and also one of his subordinates, so he can rest assured.

Lin Zhizhou took the order, and rode back to Xianyang at high speed that night.

As soon as Lin Zhizhou left, Zhao Ze transferred Nuo Erliang again.

Li Xin was dealing with the matter of transporting the rations today, leaving only Nuo Erliang to patrol outside.

Seeing him come in, Zhao Ze picked up a brush and drew on the paper, and ten minutes later a perfect design was presented in his hands.

Then he wrote on another piece of paper what he needed.

He handed the drawings to Nuo Erliang: "You ask the nearby blacksmith shop to make a model for me first according to the drawings I designed."

"Remember, it is built according to the ratio of 1:10. I want a large container. You have to go to the pharmacy for this other item, and you can go to the farmers' market for some.

Nuo Erliang took the order and went to do it immediately.

In the afternoon, a small distiller was built, and it attracted the attention of many soldiers on the way to Zhao Ze's camp.

"What the hell is that, big iron lump?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

Seeing the distiller being taken outside Zhao Ze's camp, everyone gathered around to watch.

At this time, Zhao Ze had already sent the soldiers below to a nearby warehouse to bring some washed sweet potatoes and firewood.

Looking at the big iron bump in front of him, Zhao Ze checked the internal structure, and when there was basically no problem, he asked the cook in the military camp to come over and light a fire to steam the sweet potatoes.

Everyone looked around, and someone asked: "General, what is this, Guang!".