Daily life in Qin Dynasty

Chapter 81 Ripe Rice
"Song of No Battle" has nine layers.

Ordinary people can condense the "field of potential" after practicing to the seventh level. The strength of one arm exceeds [-], and the muscles and bones of the body are comparable to copper and iron, which is enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the first-class masters in the world.

And once you have reached the eighth level, you will be able to go a step further, and you will be able to arouse "power and influence" with every gesture, coupled with the blessing of strength, which can be called inappropriate courage.

"Om~~"

The "murderous aura" condensed on the body surface was absorbed by Mo Jun one by one, and the [small red crystal cubes] full of pure blood energy were even regarded as snacks by Mo Jun, and he stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

The 'murderous power' that was about to condense into substance formed a whirlwind like a dragon swimming on Mo Jun's body.

Jian Jiuyuan and Hei Yu, who were outside the door, immediately noticed the strangeness inside the door, and the sense of threat that was like a light on their backs made Jian Jiuyuan unable to help showing a little surprise.

But when he saw that Hei Yu not far away seemed to be surprised, he stopped thinking about it.

"Tear~"

In the room, the power in Mo Jun's body continued to rise, until at a certain moment, Mo Jun's skin seemed to be torn apart suddenly by the huge force, and Mo Jun finally took out three [Life Crystals (fragments)], and swallowed them in one gulp. into the belly.

With the energy supplement of [Life Crystal], the wound that had been torn and oozing blood quickly began to heal.

But it didn't take long.

New wounds appeared again, and then continued to repair with the supplement of life energy...
So again and again.

After nearly an hour, Mo Jun swallowed almost twenty [life crystals (fragments)] in a row, and the process finally ended slowly.

But at this time, Mo Jun's clothes were already covered with a large piece of dried blood.

"Success!"

Mo Jun turned his strength slightly, and then tapped each other lightly with both hands. After hearing the sound of metal and iron clanging, his face immediately showed a look of satisfaction.

As for his current embarrassment, Mo Jun didn't care too much.

Because this is the price you need to pay to forcefully break through the eighth floor.

The last two layers of "Song of No Battle", each breakthrough layer needs to be prepared with a special liquid medicine, and then the water grinding time and time again is used to create this layer covering the surface of the skin in the process of destruction and regeneration. Battle armor].

"Song of Non-Battle" is a very advanced martial arts secret book. Although it is not as good as the top martial arts at the core of a hundred schools of thought, its fellow practitioners of the two ways of "spirit" and "spirit" are comparable to the top martial arts. Not much less.

And the layer [Never Fighting Qi Armor] condensed after practicing to the eighth layer is a protective shield formed by the body through the body, and it has a defense that is not inferior to that of advanced horizontal martial arts masters. ability.

It is only slightly inferior to the top hard skills such as [Pijiamen], which specializes in horizontal training.

Originally breaking through the eighth floor, even if ordinary people have sufficient resources, it will take at least several years of hard work to have a chance to practice. After all, it takes a long time to repair the damage of the physical body.

However, at the cost of twenty [Life Crystals] and a large number of [Red Small Crystals] to replenish energy, Mo Jun forcibly shortened years of hard work to an hour.

today's world.

Probably only Mo Jun can do this.

Someone brought the bathtub, boiled the water, Mo Jun took a shower, changed his clothes, and then walked out of the room.

Mo Jun's breakthrough did not attract too many people's attention.

Only Hei Yu and Jian Jiuyuan noticed the change in Mo Jun's eyes. The eyes of martial arts practitioners are usually very bright, but ordinary people are like 'stars' at most, but during this time, Mo Jun's eyes are like 'lightning lights' '.

And this is precisely because Mo Jun has just made a breakthrough, and he is a little bit unable to suppress his spiritual strength.

"My lord's cultivation is so advanced?"

Jian Jiuyuan was obviously a little stunned. He knew that Mo Jun possessed martial arts, and this was not unusual. After all, no matter what school of thought it is at present, they all emphasize "cultivation of both civil and martial arts".

At most, it is based on personal talent, and the emphasis is slightly different.

It's like playing the violin.

Although he was born in Confucianism, his martial arts are not weak either. Although he is not top-notch, he is not far behind.

But Jian Jiuyuan never expected that Mo Jun's cultivation would be so advanced. To put it bluntly, in his feeling, with his own strength after breaking his arm, if he fought head-on with the current Mo Jun, he I feel that I may not be Mo Jun's opponent.

"What a hell, did this person start cultivating in the womb?"

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Fast forward to September.

After nearly two months of action, Ying Zheng has removed most of Lu Buwei's nails in the army, and more than [-]% of the military power has now been taken back by Ying Zheng.

With these military powers, even now that Lu Buwei returns to the court, Ying Zheng has the confidence to confront him head-on.

But these alone are obviously not enough.

Now that he has chosen to do something, Ying Zheng, who has endured for many years, is naturally too lazy to continue pretending.

Not installed.

Showdown.

The widow must be a 'tyrant'.To be an 'Emperor'.To do that 'one emperor through the ages'.

However, Lu Buwei has been rooted in the government and the public for many years, and the forces under his command are all over the court and the public. Even with the power Ying Zheng now has, if he wants to bring down Lu Buwei at once, he is still a little bit short of strength.

Just right, isn't this a coincidence!
Mo Jun is now able to provide that little 'help' for Ying Zheng.

September is the season of autumn harvest.

After several years of cultivation, Mojun finally cultivated the "first generation of improved rice seeds", and finally successfully completed the first test today.

Mo Jun's [-] mu of experimental field is planted in the [farm] reclaimed in the back garden. It is safe to put it here, because before the [-] mu of experimental field is mature, no one can see the tricks in it.

Even Jian Jiuyuan and Hei Yu, who used to visit the farm frequently, never found anything unusual.

But now as these 'first-generation improved rice varieties' mature, the difference from ordinary rice is immediately reflected.

The weights and measures of the Qin State were different from those of later generations.

The area of ​​one mu of land in Qin State is much smaller than the area of ​​one mu of land in later generations.

But even so, it cannot conceal the fact that the current grain production is low. According to today's standards, an average acre of land can produce grain for one stone to one stone and a half, which can already be called "good land".

And if the grain production reaches more than two stones, it is a good 'fertile field'.

Measured by posterity.

One stone in Qin State is about 60 catties.

In other words, even in the so-called "fertile fields" nowadays, one mu of land can produce about 120 to 150 jin of grain.

It used to be outside Xianyang, including the current Nanjun.

No matter what grain field Mo Jun passed by, the first thing he saw was sparse.

The shriveled rice ears and slender poles swayed in the field, and when the wind blew, it looked like the hair of a middle-aged man, and all of them were exposed instantly.

But these are already rare and common sights for the people of this era.

in contrast.

On the contrary, it was the scene of the [-] acres of field Mo Jun planted that left everyone dumbfounded.

With the breeze blowing, the [-] mu of rice field in front of Jian Jiuyuan, Hei Yu, Yao Gui and others shone golden under the reflection of the sun, and the thick rice stalks were covered with plump and huge ears of rice.

The wind blows.

The rice in the rice fields is like the thick black hair of young people, constantly intertwined and flapped together, making the most melodious sound in the world.

"My lord, this is..."

Jian Jiuyuan's breath was stagnant, and he couldn't help but speak to Mo Jun.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Jun waving his hand, and threw him a sickle, saying: "Don't ask, first help harvest and weigh."

The rice here is still kept secret at present, so this harvest can only rely on Mo Jun, Hei Yu, Jian Jiuyuan, Yao Gui, Zhanqin... a few of them will do it.

However, the people here are not the kind of princes and nobles who don't eat the fireworks of the world. In addition, they have martial arts, and the [-] mu of land can be harvested quickly and easily.

Then everyone used a simple 'hand-cranked rice thresher' made by Mo Jun, and worked until the evening before they finally punched out all the ears of rice and weighed them.

"There are results!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone present gathered in an instant.

Zhanqin manipulated an instrument similar to a balance to weigh all the ears of rice. When he finished weighing, he couldn't help swallowing, then looked at everyone in horror, and said slowly: "Twenty mu The sum of all harvests in the field is... 53 and a half stones."

"53 shi and a half, on average, the output of one mu of land is..."

The drug ghost who rarely came out of the [Medicine Garden], today it is extremely rare to take the initiative to help Mo Jun with his busy schedule, and when he heard the results obtained by Zhanqin, he quickly converted and came to a conclusion.

"Close to two stones and three jun."

This statement came out.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but gasped.

53 and a half stones, converted to a weight of about 3200 catties for later generations.

average.

This time, the output per mu of field was around 160 jin.

The fields in the back garden of the Sheriff's Mansion used to be regarded as relatively standard fertile land. Under normal circumstances, a normal harvest of one mu of land can harvest one hundred catties of grain every year.

In other words.

Mo Jun's improved "first-generation improved rice seed" has increased grain production by [-]% on the basis of the original.

It is slightly higher than the original estimate of [-]%.

"My lord, these rice grains are..."

"As you can imagine, these are the 'first-generation improved rice seeds' invented by me. If other conditions remain unchanged, the rice yield from this rice plant can be increased by about [-]% to [-]%."

Now that the rice has matured and the experiment has been successful, there is no need to continue to hide the truth from the few people present. Mo Jun simply said: "If it can be used with another 'composting fermentation technology' I invented, the yield should be increased by two times." to [-]%."

Mo Jun did not use his own 'fertilizer' when planting the [-] acres of land, because these rice belongs to the experimental field, and the comparison effect can only be shown when other conditions are equal to the current era, so that Mo Jun can create the 'first' in the future. The second generation of improved rice species'.

But not using your own 'fertilizer' does not mean that there is no fertilizer in this era.

In fact, since the Spring and Autumn Period, some people have known how to use 'plant ash' and 'dung' to fertilize crops, but this kind of fertilizer is still very rough, and the effect is naturally not as good as the 'high technology' brought by Mo Jun since 2000.

Jian Jiuyuan stared: "Five to sixty percent?"

Yao Gui also turned his head suddenly: "Can it be increased by [-] to [-]%?"

At the side, Zhanqin was holding the rice in the sack, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Even Hei Yu, who has always had little emotional fluctuations, couldn't help but reach out and straighten a bag of rice that had fallen on the ground at this moment, with extremely careful movements.

live in this age.

Nobody knows the importance of 'food'.

Even those wealthy nobles, it's not that they don't know how precious food is.It is precisely because they know how precious food is that many people use actions such as 'wasting' food to set off their noble status.

One of the most important ideals of people like Yaogui and Zhanqin working hard to learn medical knowledge is to change this world.

And now, the opportunity to change the world is in front of them.

"Old man... this old man almost committed a serious crime!"

Jian Jiuyuan held a handful of rice, his fingers trembling slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He thought that in order to save Jian Ling'er, he even had the idea of ​​'kidnapping and assassinating' Mo Jun.

Thinking about it now, it was fortunate that the drug ghost stopped him back then, otherwise if he really made a move and succeeded.

That Jian Jiuyuan reckoned that he would die in the future. Under the Jiuquan, his ancestors would give him a big mouth one by one when they saw him.

Increase the grain by [-]%... No, it may even be [-]% to [-]% now.

What is this concept?
The simplest and most direct example is enough to directly double the population of the entire world.

No wonder Master Yaogui told himself that Mo Jun could change the world. Isn't such an ability powerful enough to change the world?
"My lord, what should I do next?"

Zhanqin stroked the rice in the sack with one hand like a lover, and asked in a trembling tone.

Mo Jun stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said: "Taking advantage of the good weather these days, let's dry the rice for seeds, and then I will personally escort it into Xianyang and hand it over to the king."

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(End of this chapter)