A basket of garlic, all mashed, in over twenty bowls.
There wasn't much warm water in the bowl, just enough to cover the minced garlic.
After the preparation was completed, Han Zhen warned: "After a quarter of an hour, feed Wang Wu and the others a bowl of garlic water. After that, feed another bowl an hour later. If you have symptoms of fever and feel dizzy and uncomfortable, you can also drink it. Garlic water.”
"We understand."
Zhang He and others nodded.
Allicin is a good thing, has good bactericidal effect and has no drug resistance.
It can even kill fungi that cannot be targeted by antibiotics such as penicillin.
The only disadvantage is that it is unstable and difficult to store, and the extraction cost is high. This may be the reason why it cannot be as popular as penicillin in later generations.
Wait until later to build a set of distillation equipment to steam some high-concentration liquor.
Not only can it clean wounds, but it can also be used to purify allicin.
After giving instructions, Han Zhen turned to Nie Dong and said, "Just bring a few bowls over."
"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang!"
Nie Dong now had 70% confidence in Garlic, and expressed his sincere thanks with his fists in his hands.
Han Zhen smiled slightly: "Wei Da and I are considered acquaintances. Let's go over and have a chat."
"Young Master, do you recognize Brother Wei?" Nie Dong was stunned and said in a surprised tone.
Han Zhen nodded and walked to the fleeing army together with Nie Dong.
Looking at Wei Da, who was pale and lying flat on the table, Han Zhen joked: "Wei Da, are there any horses for sale?"
Hearing this, Wei Da slowly opened his eyes.
After seeing Han Zhen clearly, he tried his best to bring up a smile: "Yes, there are quite a few more."
Wei Da sighed in his heart at this moment. He didn't expect that the young man who bought the horse at the beginning would turn around and save him again.
It's really unpredictable.
If Han Zhen hadn't bought the horse in the first place, he and his brothers would have gone hungry. After all, he owed two favors.
Seeing that his tone was weak, Han Zhen stopped talking and warned, "Have a good rest and come find me if you need anything."
"Thank you!"
Wei DaDa thanked him.
The other deserters already had a good impression of Han Zhen, and now they felt that he was a forthright and righteous man.
Returning to the wide chair, Han Zhen waved towards the corner.
Seeing this, Mr. Zhang stood up quickly. Unexpectedly, his legs were numb from squatting for too long and he fell down.
He endured the pain and climbed up, only to see him dragging his numb legs and limping over.
Han Zhen asked: "What's your name?"
"The younger one's name is Zhang Yi, a native of Qiancheng County. He used to make a living as a storyteller in Qiancheng County. Because he offended a big family in the county, he had no choice but to come to Zi County to beg for food. Unexpectedly, on the way here, he was stoned When Baojie went up the mountain, the stone treasure saw that I could read and write, so he didn't kill me..."
Han Zhen only asked for his name, but Zhang Yi dragged him out like a dumpling.
At the end, he emphatically mentioned: "Little Langjun, I have never done anything harmful to the world. Although I am the third in charge of the family, I am not even as good as a little boss. I usually help them read stories to relieve their boredom."
This is true. The big and small bosses in the village call him Mr. Zhang every year, but in fact they don't think about him at all, they just treat him as a person to have fun when they are bored.
"How many runaway households are there in the village?" Han Zhen picked up the horse tree and wiped it carefully with a piece of linen cloth in his hand.
"About more than 1,200 people."
"How many acres of land?"
"Less than a thousand acres."
That much?
The per capita cultivated area is less than one acre.
It is true that there are too few. If you want to turn this place into a grain growing land, you will need at least 5,000 acres of land.
Han Zhen muttered: "I've given you a job. If I do it well, I can spare your life."
When he heard that he could survive, Zhang Yi didn't dare to ask what the errand was. He immediately patted his chest and promised: "Please be patient, young man. I will do my best."
Han Zhen ordered: "Go find some paper and pen."
"well."
Zhang Yi nodded hurriedly, and then quickly went to find paper and pen.
Shi Bao robbed the official road countless times and always grabbed some pens, inks, paper and inkstones. These things were of no use to them and they were all given to Zhang Yi in the end.
After a while, Zhang Yi came back. Returning to the lobby with him were Yuan Chuliu and Ma Sangou.
Seeing that the two of them were in such a mess, with mud and water on their hair and clothes, Han Zhen frowned and said, "Why are you in such a mess?"
Ma Sangou explained: "There were a few bandits who were hiding among the escaped households, trying to get through, but we discovered them."
"Are you okay?"
Han Zhen expressed concern.
Ma Sangou explained with an embarrassed expression: "It's okay. Those bandits were scared out of their wits and just ran away. When I was chasing them, I accidentally tripped and fell."
At this time, Yuan Chuliu on the side bowed and said: "Xiao Langjun, I have summoned the fugitives."
"Come with me."
Han Zhen stood up and strode towards the door.
The rain outside had stopped at some point, and a few beams of sunlight penetrated the clouds and dropped golden beams of light.
Outside the lobby, a dark crowd gathered.
Yuan Chuliu came behind him and whispered: "Xiao Langjun, I just counted, there are 863 people in total, and there are many fugitives who took advantage of the chaos."
These refugees were dressed in rags and were so thin that only skin and bones were left. Many men had exposed chests, and their ribs could be clearly seen, and they were afraid that a gust of wind would blow them down.
Thinking about it, if you can survive with two bowls of porridge a day, it’s pretty good.
The escapees looked at him with fear and anxiety, but mostly numbness.
It seems that for them, it has nothing to do with them being replaced by another person.
After all, how bad can it be?
In addition, Han Zhen found a group of women and children wearing silk and silver jewelry among the crowd.
At this moment, everyone was looking at him with fearful expressions.
Presuming that they were the family members of Shi Bao and others, Han Zhen ignored them and asked sideways, "How did Shi Bao treat these runaways before?"
Before Yuan Chuliu could speak, Zhang Yi responded first: "Little Master, Shi Bao asked them to help farm the land earlier and provide them with two bowls of gruel every day."
Han Zhen nodded and said loudly: "From today on, the village is under my control!"
There was silence among the crowd, and there was no reaction from the fugitives.
"The previous rules remain unchanged, two bowls of porridge a day. However, starting from next year, the rent for land will be changed, and 80% of the rent will be paid for each acre of land. In addition, 70% of the rent will be paid for unused fields developed by oneself."
Wow!
Now, the fugitives finally reacted.
The originally numb eyes regained their luster, and everyone looked at Han Zhen in disbelief.
80% of the rents are very high, and can even be said to be very harsh, but for those who have escaped, this is a big step in change.
Let them transform from serfs to tenants.
The most important thing is that they are allowed to open up wasteland on their own, and only 70% of the rent is charged for the land they open up.
Although they still only had two bowls of gruel a day, the fleeing households saw hope that at least one year later, after paying the rent, they would still have some food left.
For a moment, there was a burst of discussion among the crowd.
These fleeing households were different from the villagers in Xiaowang Village. At that time, Han Zhen had just killed officials and rebelled. He wanted to occupy Xiaowang Village. Deterrence by force alone was not enough. He had to give the villagers enough sweetness to tie them to him.
The current situation of these people who have fled their households is another matter.
To put it bluntly, the runaway who was a little brave had already taken advantage of the chaos and escaped just now.
The rest are all eggless cowards who have completely resigned themselves to their status as serfs and just want to survive.
So if you give a little benefit, you will be grateful.
The favor of rice rises, and the hatred of rice rises.
We will gradually improve their treatment in the future.
Shi Bao asked them to work hard to farm by killing people. If the fugitives did not want to die, they would naturally work hard to farm.
Han Zhen's method was much gentler.
If you want to eat more food and survive the cold winter, roll it up for me, work hard to farm, and reclaim wasteland.
The more fields are cleared, the more food will be harvested.
