"I'm so nervous. I really hope I can finish the first step quickly. I'm tired of it!" Yang Qian was already eager to try. After all, Cao Wushuang is a third-step Qi practitioner, and Qing Qing is a Qi practitioner Dzogchen.
The strength is so strong that it can surpass the current generation, but no one knows how many masters are hidden in the Central Plains.
There are some very strong people who, when they see through the world, will enter places where no one lives, where they will provide for their old age and those who will die.
Some people have seen through the years of war in the world and feel that human power cannot change the world, so they have the intention to break away from society and retire in despair.
Of course, there are also some lower-level Qi practitioners who have become the lords and disciples of some vassal states, especially Shangguo.
Shangguo has always had the habit of opening a samurai lodge. Any knight can stay there for free. Of course, the venue is very rubbish, with almost only a straw mat or other place to lie down.
As for eating, you only need to pay a small amount of money and you will be full. As for eating meat, you don’t have to think about it.
As long as you can kill a few people around or inside the samurai villa and become famous, a steward will come out to recruit good talents for the people behind it.
Recruited people often enter the feudal lord, and the feudal lord's mansion is treated as a guest. If they can make contributions to some things, their future prospects will be limitless.
Of course, everyone has their own ambitions. The Qi practitioners who serve as disciples think that those who live in seclusion are fools who don't want glory and wealth, but go to endure hardships in some deep mountains and old forests.
And those qigong practitioners who live in seclusion can't understand how respected the status of qigong practitioners is. For some money, they actually commit themselves to perfection. It's really too cheap. It's better to move to a place where no ghost can be found.
In fact, they are all correct, it’s just that they want different things.
In this era, having a house with a few acres of fertile land is the life many people want.
"Qingqing, the subsequent fusion of skills depends on you."
"Okay, no problem~~~!"
Qingqing's temper is like this. If it's okay, just say it. If it's not okay, it means it's not okay.
Back in the house, Yang Qian obviously had a lot of appetite and was in a very good mood. He had made no progress in getting through it for several months. Who would have thought that he and Cao Wushuang would fire a gun in a wooden barrel and get through directly with one shot.
Cao Wushuang said, "Master, I'm going to have breakfast. Are you interested?"
Qingqing pulled the medicinal bath with her hand and said with a smile, "You go ahead, I'll give it a try. I'm quite curious about these. If possible, I plan to beat 210 joints."
"Okay, I'll save the food for you. I'll eat it first. I almost starved to death."
Yang Qian didn't care about Qingqing's hunger, he was starving to death, and now his chest was pressed against his back.
After eating a good meal, Yang Qian began to review official documents as usual. Every day, a large amount of news came back from various places in the Central Plains, and now another Liaodong County was added.
Official document: Maicheng of Xuantu County met with Lord Wu'an. Within a month, the Xianbei people repeatedly scouted the territory of Xia Kingdom, hoping to get approval to ask for war.
Yang Qian spent a lot of money on the official document to fight for whatever reason. Isn't this funny? There is no information at all. He is so stupid. At this time, it is naturally the most cost-effective to wait and wait.
Although I put an xx on the official document, I still wrote my own requirements: to detect enemy intelligence, it must be true and effective, and to tilt the scouts to detect ration subsidies.
When appropriate, grab a few tongues and interrogate them to get the necessary information.
At this time, after getting Xiao Yu's consent, Lao Chen came to the fifth floor. After entering the office, he rubbed his hands and said, "Sir, your time has come. It's time to release the prisoners of war from both countries. How many people will be released this time?"
Yang Qian was stunned, put down his brush, and couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, okay, let's play big this time. We will repatriate 20,000 people, 10,000 per country. We will select the ones who are worth the most, accept our ideas the most, and want to go back the most. How long will it take to get it done?"
Old Chen smiled and said, "I have a list of all the slaves here. It will be updated every month. I selected 20,000 slaves, which is estimated to cost three. After all, I have to exchange them for the currency of Monk Liao and Shang Guo."
"Okay, you are solely responsible for this matter. The Third Queen and the twenty thousand people must set off!"
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth raised, showing a bad expression. These people are unlikely to make any big changes in the two countries, but it is good to be disgusted, just in case it has any effect.
The most subtle thing is why these three filtering conditions are needed.
Why choose the one with the most value? Because there is a need for comparison. There will be a psychological gap between a wealthy place and a poor place.
The more you recognize your own ideas, the more you will be able to make comparisons. Even if some people are a little bit conflicted, it's okay. When the time comes, the comparison will come out naturally.
Human nature is like this, and it is most afraid of comparison. A person's monthly salary of 6,000 to 7,000 in the county is already considered good, but when the classmates around him make more than 1,000 a month, even if his life is fine, he will feel unhappy inside.
The last screening criterion is the person who wants to go home the most. The more he wants to go home, the higher his expectations for home will be. Once the actual situation is far lower than the expected value, the psychological gap will intensify.
When the psychological gap is huge, complaints will follow. When the time comes, who knows how big a disturbance these 20,000 people can make in Shang and Liao.
"Old Chen, do we have enough people in the team to open up wasteland now?"
Hearing Yang Gan's words, Lao Chen's face was full of joy. "Sir, we are reclaiming land very quickly. We have doubled the land reclamation rate now. It doesn't matter even if we lose some people."
Yang Gan nodded. Although he didn't understand, he knew that the most important thing in farming was not seeds, but the three most important elements, land, climate and water.
Among them, the water source is the most crucial. If the climate is poor, at least there is still output. The land is slightly barren and there are still some crops that can grow. But if there is no water source, everything is empty talk.
Why do so many villages and townships fight with each other? Isn’t it just to compete for the little water source to irrigate the land?
"Old Chen, please tell me how the land is reclaimed."
Lao Chen nodded and began to introduce. Only then did Yang Qian understand how to open up wasteland. After all, he had never opened up wasteland before, so he only needed one sentence to mobilize people to open up wasteland.
From a modern perspective, if you want to reclaim a piece of wasteland, you can just use the land reclamation tool to turn over the soil and tidy it up, and finally sprinkle some fertilizer on it.
However, it was very difficult to open up wasteland in ancient times. It can be described as follows: It is as difficult as it is for young people to start a business today!
Difficulties in land reclamation:
First: The land created from wasteland needs to be deeded.
Second: Choose a land. Not all the wasteland you see is suitable for reclamation. It’s useless to cultivate without water, so you must choose a place with a water source.
Third: tools and cattle are expensive.
Fourth: Taxation of tenant farmers during the reclamation period.
It has to be said that conditions that were difficult to achieve in ancient times were almost perfectly solved here in Yang Qian.
He is the county governor, and the land deed is not just a matter of words.
There is no need to worry about water sources. There is already no shortage of water sources when some sections of the Grand Canal are opened. Even if they are farther away, ditches can be built directly to divert water.
As for tools and oxen, come on, they are not the most popular things in Yuntong County, and only oxen are more expensive. However, Yang Gan has a lot of oxen, and there are more of them on the grassland.
The final tax was also easily settled, so the land reclamation went very smoothly with almost no obstacles.
As for the last tax issue, it was actually easy to handle. Yang Gan directly lent them money and grain in the form of a loan, and would get it back after the harvest, and the interest would be calculated based on the lowest.
"To maintain this momentum, the work of land reclamation cannot stop."
"Yes, sir!"
Yang Qian stretched. After finishing the matter, he was going to take a good rest, get a massage and rest for a while.
"Dong dong dong~~~!"
"Come in."
Xiao Yu hurried in and said with a panic expression.
"Sir, something happened."
Yang Gan glanced at her, the whole situation was in his hands, what could happen, he said calmly.
"What's up?"
Xiao Yu said, "Many of the troops who came back this time have symptoms of muscle tumors, and now the military camp is in chaos."
"Muscle?"
Yang Qian's head was full of question marks, "What disease is that? Find Ge Xiuming and Ge Zhao."
"Sir, two Doctors Ge have led Xuanhu Academy to the military camp to diagnose and treat the soldiers."
Yang Gan asked Krisna and Belika to help him put on his armor, and took Zhang Yumeng with him. He didn't even ride a carriage, but mounted a war horse and a rhinoceros and ran towards the military camp.
Gao Shuyun, who was waiting hard on the fourth floor, felt bad. Looking at Yang Qian's retreating back, he couldn't help but stamp his feet in annoyance.
On the rhinoceros, Zhang Yumeng was completely confused.
"Yang Gan, what's going on?"
Yang Qian calmly said, "It's nothing serious. It's a large-scale muscle tumor that broke out in the military camp. Do you know about this disease?"
The corner of Zhang Yumeng's mouth twitched fiercely, "Brother, I know a hammer. These days, the names of diseases are different from modern ones. I have to read it before I know."
"Wait, you won't rush to Baiyun Pass now."
Yang Gan nodded and said, "Nonsense. Soldiers are very fast. I have to go to the military camp as soon as possible. There is a large-scale outbreak of the disease. I need to calm the morale of the army."
Zhang Yumeng nodded, thinking constantly in his head, what exactly is this muscle? Could it be that he has a tumor?
But this is unscientific. The tumor is not an infectious disease. How could it cause a large-scale outbreak? Or is it a skin disease?
But I'm just a brain surgeon, not a dermatologist. Even if I knew it was a skin disease, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
There was no medicine, so Zhang Yumeng immediately set up a persona for himself. He was a reference consultant and would not be involved in any diagnosis and treatment issues.
In ancient times, modern medicine was useless without the help of medicines and medical equipment.
Zhang Yumeng was thinking that if he had a complete set of medical equipment, he would really let the two old guys Ge Xiuming and Ge Zhao who often complained about him show what brain surgery is and what modern medicine is.
