Before the rice seeds were cultivated, Shen Gongbao began to sort out the mountains and rivers in Dashang.
Raising a dragon, a bearded tiger, and a tiger for a thousand days will eventually serve its purpose.
Dragons and tigers are extremely powerful and act as laborers. They lie down in the ditch and use their strong bodies to forcefully carve out the waterway.
Thousands of miles of fertile plains were already covered with ditches in less than a month.
The clear river water gurgled and moistened the soil.
Shen Gongbao recruited another group of skilled craftsmen from Chaoge and began to make waterwheels.
The waterwheel uses wind as its power. When the wind blows, the waterwheel rotates to deliver river water to fertile fields accurately and promptly.
While making the waterwheel, they also collected animal excrement in Chaoge City and began to fertilize it.
Multi-pronged and simultaneous, the power of the dynastic state machine is unimaginable.
When the canals are opened, the waterwheels are laid in place, and retting is successful, many rice seedlings have been cultivated on the farm.
When the season comes, the King of Chaoge issues an edict that people around the King's capital can go to the farms to receive free rice seeds and sow them. When the rice matures, only 40% of the grain will be collected.
Chaoge originally intended to collect 60% of the grain, but with Shen Gongbao's argument, the court made concessions to the people and allowed the people to recuperate and restore their vitality as quickly as possible.
For a time, there was a buzz of people around the farm, and many people rushed to the farm to receive free rice seeds.
Shen Gongbao also sent a small official from the Medical State Pavilion to personally go to the fields to guide the people in planting rice and how to apply fertilizer.
The scale of the farm is limited, and the rice seeds cultivated are only enough to sow 100,000 acres of fertile land.
In the first year of testing the waters, this is already a very large scale.
Sowing has only been busy for more than half a month.
One hundred thousand acres of rice are planted, but in the face of thousands of miles of fertile land, it is only a small corner.
The scale of Chaogewai Farm has begun to expand, ensuring that the second season of planting can reach a scale of one million acres.
In order to ensure that the rice seeds are not lost outside, the rice seeds distributed by the farm can only be planted for one season. If the harvested rice is used for planting again, the yield will return to 70 to 80 kilograms per mu.
Time flies, and months pass.
In the fertile plain, waterways extend in all directions, the breeze blows, and the waterwheels keep turning.
Clear river water flows into the fields.
Summer is here, the weather is getting hotter and the need for water is even greater.
The original green rice has begun to turn golden.
In the fields, you can see countless people sleeping on the ground, guarding the rice fields day and night.
An old man received two acres of rice seeds. After sowing the rice seedlings day and night, he sat in the ridges of the fields and waited every day.
The old man's eyes were cloudy, he couldn't read, and he didn't know what the world outside the farmland was like. The year before last, when the king was recruiting troops, his son went to join the army to conquer the barbarians. He left and never came back.
My wife and daughter-in-law starved to death the year before last.
Now, only the half-grown grandson is left to depend on each other.
The old man looked at the golden rice fields dreamingly, and murmured vaguely, "My son, when the rice is ripe, you can eat it when you come back."
As the voice fell, the aroma of ripe rice overflowed.
The fragrance of rice was very strong, so strong that one could not tell the difference between falsehood and reality. Even Emperor Yi, who was far away in the capital of Chaoge, could faintly smell the fragrance of rice.
Outside the field ridge, a drum sounded, "Harvest the rice."
I saw countless people rushing into the fields and starting to harvest rice.
Harvesting and farming are the most joyful times.
The rice harvesting lasted for another half month, and not a single ear of rice could be seen in the 100,000 acres of paddy fields.
In a farmhouse somewhere, an old man is wearing a rag shirt, with a stooped posture, looking extremely weak. But who would have thought that his bravery in cutting rice half a month ago is better than that of a strong man?
The old man saw that his granary was overflowing and there was still countless rice in the house. His mood finally broke down and he burst into tears. "The food... I can't finish it. I can't finish it. If there had been so much food the year before last, we wouldn't have had to starve to death." ”
The half-naked child of five or six years old picked up the ear of rice, peeled it open, stuffed the crystal grains of rice into his mouth, and said with a bright smile, "It's sweet, it's sweet. Grandpa, you can eat it too."
The child puts the rice grains into Grandpa's mouth.
The old man looked at the child, his cloudy eyes shining brightly again, "Son, you eat, grandpa is not hungry."
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Chaoge Capital City, east of the city.
The Medical National Pavilion has also begun to take shape.
A dozen or so people were coming and going in the hall, looking a little busy, counting the harvest.
These names were Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Er. They were not officials, but scholars recruited by Shen Gongbao.
Although he is said to be a scholar, he is probably not considered a scholar. He only knows a few words.
He is considered a minor official directly affiliated with the Medical State Pavilion. .
After a long time, everyone's brows relaxed slightly.
"Sir, the results have been calculated. One hundred thousand acres of fertile land, with an average yield of 450 kilograms per mu, and a total harvest of 45 million kilograms, which is 375,000 shi of grain."
"Collecting 40% of the tax, we will harvest 150,000 shi of grain this season." Wang Er's face showed excitement. It was a bumper harvest. It was really an unheard-of bumper harvest.
Shen Gongbao briefly glanced at the statistical results and nodded, "Very good, let's submit it to Prime Minister Shang Rong."
"Yes, sir!"
Before the clerk came over, Shang Rong had already rushed to the Medical Country Pavilion by smelling the wind.
Holding back the feeling of anticipation, he asked aloud: "How is it?"
Wang Er quickly saluted respectfully and said, "I would also like to ask the Prime Minister to take a look."
Shang Rong took over the statistics and summarized the accounts and saw the grain output clearly. His body trembled involuntarily and tears filled his eyes. "God bless me as a great businessman!"
"God bless me as a great businessman!"
"The great businessman is so lucky to have Mr. Meng help him!" Shang Rong did not forget to brag about Shen Gongbao.
Shen Gongbao was used to it and just smiled lightly.
"I will go back to the court to report to the king, and I will let the king reward you well!"
"Thank you."
Longde Hall.
Emperor Yi sat on the throne and was extremely excited when he saw Shang Rong's report, "Only one hundred thousand acres can produce so much food?"
"If rice is grown all over my territory in Dashang, won't there be no shortage of food?"
Shang Rong's body trembled and he said excitedly: "Your Majesty, Sir, we need to adapt to local conditions. Not all places are suitable for growing rice."
"Outside Chaoge City, thousands of miles of fertile fields have been transformed by Mr., with canals extending in all directions and countless waterwheels. Tens of millions of acres of rice can be grown. This land alone can ensure that our food supply is safe!"
"Sir, you are really a strange person!" Di Yi was in a excited mood and couldn't help praising him.
"How does the grand master think the lonely king should reward Mr. Gongbao?" Emperor Yi asked Wen Zhong's opinion with a hint of awe.
Wen Zhong is now a veteran of two dynasties. If we include Emperor Xin, he is a veteran of three dynasties.
Wen Zhong's face was solemn and solemn, with a faint light shining between his eyebrows, "Mr. Gongbao is really a national scholar."
Wen Zhong once used his third eye to observe Shen Gongbao from a distance. He was surrounded by immortal energy and looked upright. He was definitely not a treacherous person.
"Mr. Gongbao doesn't want to enter the court, presumably because he doesn't like false etiquette. Your Majesty, just keep your trust in him. He will be responsible for all agricultural affairs."
"Very good, that's it." Emperor Yi responded.
After the first harvest, the people in the neighborhood were envious when they saw the huge harvest. They rushed to the farm to ask when rice seeds would be distributed again.
Chaoge Plain has a suitable climate, which is suitable for planting in two seasons.
It's just that the farm needs to cultivate more rice seeds, so they will not distribute them this year. Unification said: "We will distribute rice seeds in the spring of next year."
The people were looking forward to leaving.
At the farm, Shen Gongbao has already formed a team, and all the officials are performing their duties, but there is no need for Shen Gongbao to do it himself.
When Shen Gongbao was leisurely, he sat quietly on a futon, drank tea and asked questions. He was surprised to find that there were some changes in himself.
[Incense power: one million wisps]
Incense can be used to refine the divine way: Incense has endless magical uses. It can consume the power of incense and assist in the cultivation of immortality. It can also be used as a sacrifice to refine spiritual treasures.
Name: Shen Gongbao
Race: demon
Qualification: Xiapin Xiantian (50W/100W)
Cultivation: Late Xuanxian (1000W/4000W)
Physical body: Fourth turn of Xuan Gong (2500W/5000W)
Shinto incense: one million wisps (one million wisps of incense = one million cultivation points)
The corners of Shen Gongbao's mouth raised slightly, "Refining the divine way with incense is actually this method."
One hundred thousand acres of rice, hundreds of thousands of people in Fuze, the people are grateful to the owner of the farm, and they naturally generate incense. In addition, Shen Gongbao opens canals to comb the mountains, rivers and seas, and they also get incense.
"There are still twenty years until Emperor Xin ascends the throne, so just try your best to improve your cultivation."
"Shinto blessing!"
Shen Gongbao muttered silently, and all the millions of incense were converted into pure mana, nourishing the body, and taking another step closer to the peak of Xuanxian.
