si-mexico Chapter 828: Rice Field with a Yield of 2 Jin per Mu
Chapter 828: Rice Field with a Yield of 2 Jin per Mu
Shen Changgong's words successfully convinced Yan Fuyao and Ma Ling, and they both accepted this point of view.
The next day, the army rested for a day and cleaned up the battlefield.
On the third day, the army marched south, passed Lingling City, and headed southwest, splitting into two groups.
The Yan army was divided into the Eastern Army and the Western Army. The Eastern Army was still led by Shen Changgong and Ma Ling, and the commander of the Western Army was still Guan Shouchang. They marched towards Sanguan and Longhuguan respectively.
As the army marched, Yan Fuyao sat on the dragon chariot. As he was already very old, he had difficulty moving around, so he was always accompanied by the imperial physician and palace maids to serve him.
At noon, Shen Changgong went to see his beloved son again.
His son is more than two months old now and has grown up completely. He is laughing happily in his arms.
Shen Changgong lifted him up, threw him into the sky, and caught him again, making the little guy dance with joy.
This scared Yu Ziling and the maids, and they scolded him repeatedly, saying that it was not right to play with a child like that.
As they spoke, they tried to snatch the child from Shen Changgong's arms.
Shen Changgong laughed, carried his son out the door, jumped on his horse, and ran towards the temporary camp with his guards and Tu Que Ling.
"The king is taking his son for a ride. You don't need to follow!"
After sending Yu Ziling and the maids away, Shen Changgong held his son in his left hand, pulled the reins with his right hand, and headed east.
On the country roads in the Jiangnan water town, letting your horse run free, feeling the fresh air around you, and smelling the fragrance of ripe rice is a refreshing pleasure.
The rice on the roadside does not look full, but sparse. The yield should not be too high, after all, it is limited by the background of the times.
But at this moment, looking at the golden rice and the farmers bending over to harvest rice, Shen Changgong felt inexplicably satisfied in his heart. This was the joy of harvest.
Continuing to walk eastward for more than ten miles, the young master became even happier and kept giggling.
"Who are you smiling at? Why do you love to laugh so much? Why are you so lovable?"
Shen Changgong couldn't help but pinch his baby son's face.
Suddenly, Tu Que Ling beside him pointed to a place not far away and said,
"Your Majesty, why does the rice over there seem to be different?"
"no the same?"
Shen Changgong took out a telescope and looked, and indeed found a clue.
I saw the rice in the large paddy fields in the east, densely packed, and each rice plant was heavy and full of rice ears.
Compared with the rice in the west, the rice in the east looks like a fat man with big ears, while the rice in the west looks like a dried corpse that is about to starve to death.
"It's interesting. Let's go and have a look."
He rode forward with his guards, and soon arrived at the edge of the rice field in the east.
The farmers who were harvesting rice in the fields were frightened when they saw men in armor and armed coming, so they put down their work.
"Whose field is this?"
Shen Changgong held the child and shouted to the farmers.
"Master Jun, these are all Mr. Yuan's fields."
"Go and call him here, and I will reward you!"
"Yes Yes!"
A farmer quickly put down his sickle and ran away along the ridge of the field.
Shen Changgong gave the child to Tu Que Ling, squatted down, looked at the rice carefully, and murmured,
"Why does it look so much like hybrid rice?"
"What rice?"
Tu Queling also squatted down and asked curiously.
"You don't understand. This kind of rice has a very high yield. If it can be popularized throughout the south, people all over the country will have enough to eat. By then, the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe. Who would want to rebel?
I don't quite understand these things, but being able to grow this kind of rice is definitely a national treasure, a pillar of support!"
"So powerful? Not really, right? He's just a farmer."
"You know shit. If this can really be popularized, within five years, everyone in the country will have enough to eat.
With more food, people won't have to worry about food every day, and more manpower will be freed up to do other things and develop industry.
When productivity increases, national strength will soar.
We, Dayan, will always stand at the top of the world!
With these things, five years later, I can fight against Japanese pirates, cruise south, and step down without worrying about lack of supplies!
This is a national hero!
This person... can be called a saint."
They waited for a full quarter of an hour before a carriage appeared on the road to the east and quickly came to them.
An old man about sixty years old got off the carriage.
This man was thin, with kind eyes and bright gaze. He walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, full of energy and spirit.
The old man looked at the young man in front of him, the woman holding the child, and the guards with weapons and armor. He felt a little nervous, but he still saluted with dignity.
"The common people pay their respects to the prince."
"Old man, please get up quickly. Xiao Wang can't afford such a big gift from you."
Shen Changgong quickly helped him up and asked,
"May I ask the old gentleman your name?"
"I, Yuan Qianmin, a villager from Shuangliu County, would like to ask His Majesty, which country... which prince are you from?"
"I am Shen Changgong, Prince of Lanling of Great Yan."
"Prince Lanling?!"
The old man was shocked when he heard these three words.
After all, this name is known to everyone in the world.
But more of it is the reputation of a bad person.
Such brutal killings, all kinds of evil, eating three children in one meal and so on.
After all, one cannot expect the enemy country to spread his good name.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yuan. I'm not a cruel person. I just saw this rice field and wanted to meet the owner of it."
"Your Majesty, I am not worthy of the title of sir."
"If you can afford it, Mr. Yuan, may I ask why the rice in these fields is different from those in the west?"
Yuan Qianmin nodded and said,
"To the west, that's Quanzhou County's farmland. To the east, starting from the common people's fields, it's Shuangliu County's fields."
"Then why are the varieties so different? Isn't the land the same?"
"Haha, Your Highness, the land is the same, but the seeds are different. These seeds are hybrid seeds that the common people have spent twenty years gradually cultivating. They have a rich yield per mu."
"Such a good thing? Why not promote it vigorously?"
"Your Highness, please don't misunderstand me. This increase in yield per mu has only happened in the last four or five years. It's the result of my continuous cultivation, generation after generation. It wasn't until this year that we reached this scale, and we haven't had time to report it to the court yet.
For ordinary fields, if one mu of land can produce 300 kilograms of rice, it would be a bumper year.
But the common people's fields can produce two thousand kilograms of rice per mu.
At the beginning, we suffered several setbacks and had no harvest several times. Our family almost starved to death and we almost had to sell our land. Fortunately, we survived.
In the past few years, the yield per mu has increased from 300 kilograms, 500 kilograms, 1,000 kilograms, and 1,300 kilograms to 2,000 kilograms this year, and it has been getting better every year. I, the common people, have finally had enough to eat and have figured out the correct hybridization method."