"This is the market in the square, with sewage stone covers, sewers..."
"These are the drawings in the workshop. They are all drawn according to the rules you set..."
At a construction site in Jilin City, Yi Shiha brought a drawing and introduced to Zhu Gaoxu the corresponding places on the drawing at the surrounding construction sites.
The two of them were walking on the construction site of a private workshop where the workshop walls, fire channels, and sewers had been built. People were working everywhere around them.
However, compared with the Han people, their facial features and appearance can still distinguish the appearance of the Jurchens.
Today's Jilin City is actually in a situation where there are many Jurchens and few Han people.
Among the more than 53,000 soldiers and civilians, there were only more than 19,000 Han people, and the rest were all Jurchens, with a ratio of two to three.
Because of this, Zhu Gaoxu once again wrote a letter to Lao Zhu requesting immigration, and told him about the situation in Jilin City.
If immigration is not stepped up, Jurchen culture will become the mainstream in Jilin City.
Zhu Gaoxu has his own worries and ambitions, but at the moment, it is impossible for Lao Zhu to support him unreservedly.
Walking in the workshop, listening to Yi Shiha's explanation, looking at the drawings in his hands and the workshop in front of him, an indescribable emotion spread in Zhu Gaoxu's heart... He was doing something very great.
If Jilin City can stand long-term and stable on this land outside the Pass, and further affect the Sanjiang Basin, then Han culture will spread on this land five hundred years in advance, and it will not be limited to the shrinking of Liaodong after Emperors Ren and Xuan, let alone The wicker edge and ethnic segregation of the Qing court.
"Two hundred paces from east to west, north and south, four hundred houses will be built, and one village will be built, each with four hundred households."
Yi Shiha talked about Jilin City's rules for ordinary citizens, and Zhu Gaoxu also listened carefully.
After this planning, the regulation of 400 households per square will continue, and Jilin City will also have 52 civilian squares and two east and west market squares planned and designed.
Calculated, after this expansion, Jilin City will be able to accommodate more than 20,000 households, totaling 104,000 people.
This is only the accommodation capacity of one city in Jilin, not including other cities.
In Zhu Gaoxu's plan, Zhaozhou City and Andong City will also gather the population in the subsequent process of recruiting the Jurchen tribes, and then build a city outside the pass with a size of no less than ten squares and a minimum population of 20,000 people.
In addition to these, Zhu Gaoxu is also preparing to continue to build a navy this winter, and then form a large army to go straight down the Sanjiang Plain along the Heilongjiang River.
Ataiwailan, who was entrenched in Hulawen, had no other choice but to surrender, flee, or resist until death.
After solving Ataiwailan, he will also build a new city of ten squares on the basis of Hulawen City.
Zhu Gaoxu will hand over the management of this new city to Meng Zhang.
At present, Meng Zhang and the original 100 people in his hands are trustworthy. Send them to Hu Lawen City, and then forge cannons and guns there. This is what Zhu Gaoxu wants to do.
Hongwu settled the city in thirty years, calculated the artillery modules in advance, and then made clay molds to forge ship cannons and field cannons.
Based on the current iron output in the three games, as long as Zhu Gaoxu wants to, hundreds of field cannons will be produced in a very short period of time.
Zhu Gaoxu did not need to attack the city. With Liaodong's productivity, he only needed to besiege it for a few months, which would be enough to forcefully land all the soldiers and horses of the Liaodong Capital Division.
But the prerequisite for this is that Jilin City must have enough food...
"Let's go and see the nursery fields outside the city."
After watching the construction of the Minfang, Zhu Gaoxu and Yi Shiha walked out of the Minfang.
On the road, the old dirt roads have disappeared and been replaced by concrete roads with anti-skid lines.
These cement roads are not thick. When passing some construction sites, you can see how the peasants and strong women built them.
They first laid the sewers and fire channels with soil and compacted them, then sprinkled gravel and burned charcoal. Then they started mixing gravel, river sand, and cement. On the basis of the original charcoal, they poured out a two-inch-high cement road.
In the eyes of future generations, such a project will definitely be a shoddy project.
But in Jilin City, it is impossible to pave roads with triple soil and bluestone. Food outside the customs is more expensive than copper, and cement production is also very limited, so we can only build such roads.
Although it looks like crap, at least after it is laid, people no longer have to worry about their clothes and pants getting stained with mud when walking.
“Is there enough cement?”
Zhu Gaoxu looked at Jilin City, which was in full swing. At this moment, it had become a large construction site.
"It's not enough, but it can only be processed to increase production."
Yishiha shook his head and then talked about the output of the cement workshop.
"Before, the cement workshop only had about a hundred strong people, but now there are 600 people. They can make 30,000 kilograms of cement every day using stone mills and stone mills."
"Although it is already a lot, there are too many places where it needs to be used. Moreover, Commander Fu is building Zhaozhou City. Although only one military fortress needs to be built at the moment, it still requires one million kilograms."
"It seems that the expansion of Jilin City and the paving of roads this year may not be completed as scheduled..."
As he spoke, he looked at Zhu Gaoxu worriedly.
Zhu Gaoxu doesn't feel a headache about this. After all, the current cement workshops are just grass-roots teams. Naturally, the efficiency of using manpower to produce is not fast enough, and his own blueprint is too big, so it is not surprising that he cannot keep up.
Zhu Gaoxu is very satisfied with the current results achieved by Jilin City.
If calculated based on the weight units of this era, Jilin City can already produce 220,000 jins of iron ingots, 1.72 million jins of coal, and more than 1.1 million jins of cement annually.
This output was achieved through the efforts of 6,000 people working in three jobs in Jilin City.
In this era, this output is already astonishing, although compared with the annual output of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of tons of any small factory in later generations, this output is insignificant.
But for Zhu Gaoxu, these outputs will become the steps for Jilin City to become stronger.
"The production of iron is still too little..."
Zhu Gaoxu secretly calculated that with the current output of iron ingots, he could produce at most four thousand sets of armor and supporting weapons every year.
This is still an ideal figure. If the iron materials needed by the people are deducted, only 160,000 kilograms will be left for him. And if it is used to cast cannons, even if each cannon is 500 kilograms, or 100 cans per year, it will still require five Ten thousand jins, so after calculation, only 110,000 jins are left.
"With 110,000 kilograms, we can only make about 2,000 sets of armor and its supporting weapons. Even if we add in the iron materials from Liaodong Dusi, we can only make about 500 more sets."
"It seems that we still have to look for iron ore elsewhere, so that Hulawen City can develop firearms in the future."
Zhu Gaoxu was thinking about these things, and Renye and Yishiha walked to the seedling fields that had been built outside the city.
The cement-paved fire tunnel cannot be seen underground, but the fire wall is very conspicuous.
The double protection of the low fire wall and the rammed earth walls built around it to block the cold wind allows the nursery field to enjoy a much higher temperature than outdoors.
"We have built more than expected. A total of 2,400 acres of nursery fields have been built. The cultivated fields can be used to throw 90,000 to 120,000 acres of rice fields."
Yi Shen said with shame, but Zhu Gaoxu frowned after hearing this: "The building is too big. If the cow and horse excrement cannot keep up, the insulation cannot be done well."
"Yes..." Yishiha sighed and said, "The slaves originally only asked them to prepare a thousand acres, but the craftsmen said that if the nursery fields are not built in one go, the new nursery fields in the future may destroy the original fire road. "
"I know." Zhu Gaoxu nodded. Although he felt that the construction was too big, he still chose to believe in the craftsmanship of the craftsmen.
He got up and left the more than 2,000 acres of enclosed seedling fields and walked towards this year's paddy fields.
Two thousand acres of paddy fields are planted with rice. Although it is already August, they are still green and there are few yellowing rice.
Looking at the rice, Zhu Gaoxu squatted on the edge of the field and looked at the number of rice ears.
In his previous life, he also accompanied the leaders of his work unit on visits to the countryside, but most of them were just a formality.
Fortunately, when I went to the countryside once, the leader at that time was an educated youth who had been to the countryside and knew agriculture very well, so he specially told Zhu Gaoxu and other young people some agricultural knowledge.
Most of the rice produced in later generations is high-yielding rice that has been scientifically cultivated.
Generally speaking, after a grain of rice is sown and grows into a rice seedling, it can grow into about fifteen to thirty rice ears.
Among them, each rice ear contains about 120 to 200 grains of rice. It is estimated that each rice seedling can produce at least 1,500 grains of rice and a maximum of 6,000 grains.
That sounds like a lot, but in a standard bowl, it’s not.
But even so, for Zhu Gaoxu, this is an elusive output.
After seeing the rice ears of later generations, and then looking at the rice ears of the Ming Dynasty, he could only sigh.
Lifting up a rice plant in the paddy fields of Jilin City, Zhu Gaoxu looked at it and found that it only had seven rice ears.
With just one glance, Zhu Gaoxu judged that there were no more than a hundred rice grains on each rice ear, which was less than one-half of the rice grains in Jiangnan.
Zhu Gaoxu picked 20 rice plants and counted them. Basically, the number of rice on the ears of each rice plant was between 60 and 80.
"Call the officials in charge of the rice fields." Zhu Gaoxu turned around and told Yishiha. Yishiha didn't know why, but he still called the officials in charge of the rice fields.
After he arrived, Zhu Gaoxu pointed to the rice and said to the official:
"As the official in charge of rice, you will often select rice ears from some fields for calculation without breaking the rice ears, and finally hand over a result."
With that said, Zhu Gaoxu snatched the pen from the official's hand, wrote down the standard format of records in his own way, and then handed it to the official.
"In this paddy field, when I look at the rice, most of the rice plants only have five or six ears of rice, and each ear of rice only has seventy or eighty grains of rice."
"Since you have become the official in charge of the rice fields, you should always pay attention to the rice fields and select some grain seeds."
"Each rice plant like this only has five ears of rice, and each ear of rice is basically less than 80 ears of rice. Don't sow any more in the coming year."
"If this selection continues year after year, if each rice ear can stably grow seven ears of rice, and each plant can produce a hundred or even a hundred and fifty grains of rice, then the people of the Ming Dynasty will no longer have to worry about food. .”
Zhu Gaoxu's words may be a bit exaggerated, but for the current Ming Dynasty, if even the rice in Jilin City could grow seven ears of rice with one hundred grains per ear, the world's grain yield per mu would increase by at least 30%.
Of course, precisely because it was difficult, Zhu Gaoxu didn't have high expectations.
He would be satisfied if he could maintain Jilin City's rice supply at eighty grains per ear.
Thinking of this, he put down the ears of rice, stood up, and said to the official: "If the rice fields outside the city can produce a hundred kilograms of rice per mu this year, you will be one of the 100 households in Jilin City." .”
"If you can turn one stone into rice, I will grant you the title of Thousand Households, and you will be hereditary!"
"Common people thank you, Your Highness!" After hearing the temptation given by Zhu Gaoxu, the official immediately bowed and thanked him.
Zhu Gaoxu didn't take it seriously either. He patted him and turned around and left with Yi Shiha.
One hundred kilograms of rice requires at least one hundred and forty kilograms per mu to obtain, and one stone requires two hundred kilograms per mu.
If Jilin City could produce two hundred per mu and one stone per meter of finished product, then Zhu Gaoxu would be much more relaxed.
Thinking like this, Zhu Gaoxu showed a wry smile and walked into the city with Yi Shiha.
In just half an hour, they returned to the Bohai Palace. At this time, people were already taking measurements and planning how to demolish the Bohai Palace.
Seeing them busy, Zhu Gaoxu felt sad.
After all, this is the yard where he has lived for a year and a half, and he would still be reluctant to tear it down.
However, before he could sigh with emotion for long, the sound of footsteps came from behind the screen wall, and not long after, Zhang Chun came walking quickly.
After experiencing the battle at Hadaling, Zhang Chun had an extra wound on his cheek.
This wound is very shallow, so it does not affect the senses after healing, but makes Zhang Chun a little more masculine.
"What happened in a hurry?"
Zhu Gaoxu drank a cup of tea and asked Zhang Chun funnyly. Zhang Chun also took a breath and bowed:
"Your Highness, the Suzhen tribe Fudaha in the east sent a message saying that several savage tribes in the east suffered from flash floods and all their food harvests were cut off."
"When Fudaha saw this, he persuaded them to come to Jilin City to join. Those people also had the intention, but the leaders of the tribes were worried that they would be like ordinary Jurchens after coming to Jilin City, so Fudaha sent people Come to inquire and want to know what identities we can give those leaders."
"This is an unexpected surprise!" After hearing Zhang Chun's words, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help laughing. He stood up and walked back and forth for a while before giving the answer:
"Tell Fudaha that if he gets things done this time, I will give him two hundred stones of food."
"In addition, the treatment of the headmen will be the same as that of the previous headmen. They will be given the status of head of the village, one stone of lumi per month, and the livestock in their hands will be purchased in exchange for the land."
"Yes!" Zhang Chun bowed in agreement, then turned and left.
Looking at his back, Zhu Gaoxu also hummed a tune happily and walked towards the backyard.
The tune was so brisk that Guo Yan inside listened to it before he even entered the Cunxin Hall.
"Your Highness is so happy today?" Guo Yan sat on a chair with embroidery in his hand and a pleasant smile on his face.
From her look, she obviously knew that the Bohai Palace was planning to build a new building. After all, this was what she cared about during this period.
"I just heard some interesting things. Once you finish the embroidery, we can almost move into the new palace."
Zhu Gaoxu walked into the palace and sat next to Guo Yan. Two maids standing next to him served him tea and water, which Zhu Gaoxu also happily accepted.
He and Guo Yan chatted about some things, but most of them were insinuating about Guo Ying's past.
It wasn't that he was just looking for information, but that he wanted to know how Guo Ying fought, or what Guo Ying's character was like.
As for whether he will play against Guo Ying in the future, Zhu Gaoxu has never thought about it at all.
Guo Ying's daughter and granddaughter were both married to feudal kings. Zhu Yunwen did not trust Guo Ying and could not let him give it a try.
Zhu Gaoxu got to know Guo Ying in order to prepare for ruling the world after the Jingnan Campaign.
Guo Ying, Fu Zhong, the Fu family’s children, Feng Cheng…
This group of people are all people he can win over to rule the world, which Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Di cannot do.
Thinking like this, Zhu Gaoxu gradually became immersed in the days of flirting with Guo Yan.
But such days did not last long. As the time entered September, Zhu Gaoxu, who was in Jilin City, could also feel the coolness.
But before he could wait for the rice harvest, he learned the news that the six tribes of savages from the East China Sea had returned to Jilin City.
Fudaha of the Suzhen tribe traveled across mountains and rivers with six tribes of savage Jurchens, moving from Maolian, Yanchun and other areas to Jilin City.
On the fifth day of September, they successfully arrived in Jilin City, with a total of more than 7,800 barbarians from the six tribes. Zhu Gaoxu left the six tribes to them and awarded the leaders of the six tribes the official position of chief.
They didn't have many cattle, sheep, and horses in their hands, but Zhu Gaoxu still followed his promise and gave them mature land in exchange for the land price.
After their arrival, the population of Jilin City reached more than 59,000 people.
In return, Zhu Gaoxu also asked Fudaha to return to the Suizhen Department with 200 shi of grain.
As soon as he left the front foot, Zhu Gaoxu received good news on the back foot.
In mid-September, Lao Zhu promised that two thousand Ming troops would arrive in Jilin City. As a result, Jilin Guard's six thousand men were finally full.
Everything is developing in a good direction, including the rice fields.
"Be careful! If the rice falls on the ground, you have to pick it up again!"
"That's a lot! I'll have enough to eat this winter!"
"Look what you said, in which winter have you not had enough to eat in the past two years?"
"Before His Highness came, we really didn't have enough to eat!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In the fields outside Jilin City, acres of wheat and rice fields are being harvested by tens of thousands of people, all of whom have smiles on their faces.
Grain was harvested from nearly 40,000 acres of cultivated land. On the dirt road in the countryside, Zhu Gaoxu led people to build a platform to record the amount of grain harvested.
"The head of the household, Wang Wu, has two and a half acres of land. He harvests sixty-seven kilograms of beans, ninety-five kilograms of millet, and ninety-seven kilograms of rice. The total harvest is two hundred and fifty-nine kilograms!"
On the wooden platform, the officials loudly announced the names of the hundreds of people who divided the rice fields last year, and at the same time reported the amount of grain harvested.
Wang Wu, whose name was reported, was an old farmer in his forties. He looked at his more than 200 kilograms of grain at a loss and looked at the tall figure standing on the sidelines from time to time.
In Jilin City, the only one who can be called tall is Zhu Gaoxu.
Seeing Zhu Gaoxu sizing up his food, Wang Wu seemed to have been greatly wronged, and he knelt down and said:
"Your Highness, I don't want this food anymore, I just need to take care of the food!"
"Yes! Your Highness, we are the same!"
"So are we……"
Wang Wu's kneeling caused many people to kneel down. Whether they were Han people or Jurchens, at this moment they were willing to hand over food in exchange for the palace to continue to control food rations.
Their request is not difficult to understand. After all, last year, they received six buckets of rations per month. After one year, it was seven stones and two buckets, equivalent to nearly 1,120 kilograms.
Even this year, the rations have been reduced to five dou per month for adults and three dou for children. They still receive more than 900 kilograms of rations, and two and a half kilograms of solid food every day.
After cooking this solid grain of raw rice, you can get four or five kilograms of grain, which will make your belly round and round every day.
They have never experienced such a good life.
Although I now have my own fields and produce more than 200 kilograms of grain, after processing, there is only 200 kilograms of grain at most, which is not enough to eat.
Therefore, Wang Wu and the others would rather not have food for this year but continue to enjoy the previous treatment.
In this regard, Zhu Gaoxu acted quite helpless. Although he had long known the advantages and disadvantages of eating "big pot rice", he still felt a headache in the face of the people's entreaties in Jilin City.
At this time, Yi Shiha stepped forward and said to Wang Wu and other hundreds of people in Wuyangyang:
"You guys, His Highness has never said that we won't give you food. It's just a certain amount of food."
"Is it true? There are also palm prints?" Some people in the crowd asked uneasily. Zhu Gaoxu heard the sound and said:
"You don't have to worry about the food. Except for the beans, you can take it back and eat it yourself."
"The palace will keep track of your food and how long it will last. When you run out of food, you can still go to the officials in each district to get rations."
Zhu Gaoxu's words were like a needle that calmed the sea, and the restless crowd suddenly became quiet.
But even so, they still shook their heads and said: "Your Highness, you should collect all the food. You will support us anyway, right?"
"What are you talking about..." Zhu Gaoxu felt a little strange when he heard this, but he still sighed after complaining: "Okay, just keep the food."
"Thank you, Your Highness!" After hearing Zhu Gaoxu's words, Wang Wu and others immediately put down the food in their hands, returned to the fields, and continued to help everyone harvest food.
Watching them go away, Yi Shiha smiled and said, "Your Highness, your method is good."
"It's also a helpless move..." Zhu Gaoxu shook his head lightly.
The method Yi Shiha said was to let the people take the food from their own fields without stopping them.
As a result, many people were naturally frightened, fearing that if they took away the food, they would not be able to get the five dou rations per month.
In the end, they will only keep the food, and beg to keep the food.
This was Zhu Gaoxu's trick, but he was also helpless. After all, it was very difficult to collect food from the people. The only way was to stimulate them, make them uneasy, and take the initiative to hand over food.
"How much food can be harvested this year?"
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Gaoxu looked back at the official who was writing the grain book.
After being read, the official handed over the grain book and explained: "As expected, this year we will be able to harvest at least 4,000 shi of beans and more than 24,000 shi of grain in addition to rice and millet seeds."
"How is the yield per mu of rice fields? Have you calculated it?" Zhu Gaoxu was very satisfied with this year's harvest and looked down at the rice yield on the grain book.
Seeing this, the official also stretched out his hand to indicate to Zhu Gaoxu: "Your Highness, you see, the yield of this rice field is basically around nine bushels to one stone and two bushels."
"Okay!" Listening to what the official said about the rice yield per mu, Zhu Gaoxu was still happy even though he knew that the yield still needed to be discounted by 30%.
He turned his head to look at the endless grain fields, and the pressure on his shoulders seemed to be invisibly relieved.
This may be a good start...
(End of chapter)
