Daqin: Zulong faked his death, and I amputated the beauties in the harem

He knew that the twelve sons must have a way.

To his surprise, the twelve sons could find so many seeds.

Sweet potatoes, potatoes and rice can indeed solve urgent needs.

Two thousand catties, six thousand catties, four thousand catties, just listening to it is enough to make people's blood boil.

Meng Yi is even more firm in the idea that Ying Jia is a god.

"Young master, can these seeds really have such a high yield? One mu of land is worth several thousand catties. If this is the case, Daqin will not have to worry about the people not having enough to eat, and the famine will be gone."

Meng Yi was so excited that he completely forgot that he loves to be verbal, and he spoke with a tone of surprise.

"When the common people have enough to eat, they will naturally learn more things. When their material life is satisfied, they will also want the spiritual world. Who doesn't want to learn?"

"At that time, the dismissal of hundreds of schools and the establishment of the Six Classics will be realized."

"Young master, is what Yi said correct?"

Meng Yi looked at Ying Jia with piercing eyes, expecting the other party to praise him.

Like a child, hoping to get the affirmation of his parents.

however.

Ying Jia just glanced at him, and didn't seem to encourage him, and turned to look at Feng Quji and Li Si.

"What do you two think?"

Li Si pondered for a while and said, "My lord, I remembered that when you first met me, you said that you could solve the problems of the common people. Did you have so many seeds at that time?"

"No wonder! You know that letting the nobles of the six countries open warehouses to release food can only solve the famine for a while, and cannot completely solve the famine."

"It turns out that you are already prepared. As long as the people live safely for three months, you will be able to produce enough food to deal with the famine."

"At that time, even if the nobles react and don't continue to release food, we don't have to worry about it."

"After this year, those nobles from the six countries will never have the chance to oppose Qin again."

"Next year, no, this autumn, after we harvest the grain, the people will have surplus food and the soldiers will be strong."

"And those nobles from the six countries can only eat old grains, and how long can these old grains last? They will definitely not be able to eat within half a year."

"They can't even eat enough, where did they get the strength to oppose Qin?"

"And my Daqin is at its most prosperous and powerful."

"Everything is under the master's control."

Li Si saluted Yingjia sincerely and said:

"My lord, since the first time I saw him in His Majesty's bedroom, I knew that you are definitely a genius."

"What's happened now has verified my conjecture. The young master's talent has long been beyond Li Si's imagination."

"Could it be that the young master descended from the gods to save my Daqin from the fire and water?"

What Li Si asked was very serious, not half a joke.

He thought, if it weren't for the gods, how could they come up with such a way?

Feng Quji thought the same way. After hearing these words, he already understood everything Ying Jia had done.

"My lord, the more than 500 Quyuanli you made are just to sow the seeds faster."

"The next Quyuanli, the purpose of promoting farmyard manure is to allow the 70 craftsmen in Afang Palace to grow food."

After finishing speaking, Feng Quji realized some problems:

"No, you just said that the production of sweet potatoes, potatoes and rice is the production after using farmyard manure, or before?"

Ying Jia smiled lightly: "Of course it was before."

The seeds rewarded by the system are all the best, even without farmyard manure, there is such a high yield.

"This... had such a high output before using it?"

"Amazing……"

The three couldn't help but exclaimed again.

"If it is as the young master said, the yield will be higher after using farmyard manure? Can it double the grain?"

Feng Quji couldn't help asking.

Yingjia waved his hand:

"Naturally, it will not increase the output so much, but it is also related to the cultivation time and natural weather, and the output is not fixed."

"Generally speaking, a [-]% increase in production is considered a very good farm manure."

"What are you all talking about?"

"Quyuanli? Farmyard manure? What are these things? How can they increase food?"

Wang Ben became impatient when he saw several people talking to each other, but he couldn't understand at all.

The three of them were calculating in their minds how much production they could produce in a year, and they didn't care about this vulgar man's questions at all.

Seeing Wang Ben's anxious look, Ying Jia couldn't help but smile:

"General Wang, that day you took the soldiers to fetch saltpeter, and I let the three of them come to see the Quyuanli I made, as well as the food..."

"As for farmyard manure and Quyuanli..."

Ying Jia patiently explained to Wang Ben.

Now Wang Ben understood, and stared in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, Yingjia has such a powerful seed.

It's amazing that even what Lao Wang excretes can increase food production.

"Old Wang, I have something to tell you today. I secretly asked someone to sow seeds, but I found out that someone was sneaky and didn't know what to do."

"What? Does this person not want to live?"

Wang Ben clenched his fists.

"The food is not ripe yet, I can't let that person leak the news, so I want you to lead the army to surround the cultivated land."

"Okay, leave this to me."

Wang Ben patted his chest and assured, then frowned.

As a general, he had to abide by the military regulations. If he didn't see the soldier talisman, he had no right to lead troops to perform missions.

So Wang Ben asked, "Young Master Twelve, do you have a military talisman in your hand?"

"If not, I took people to plow the land, which means that I will obey your orders, and outsiders will definitely poke my back."

Yingjia shook his head:

"Don't worry, I don't have a soldier talisman, but I have what you want. Why don't I give you 1000 catties of refined salt, or 1500 catties of seeds. You can choose the type of seeds yourself."

"You are for the benefit of your own army, so that no one will poke your back."

"how?"

Hearing this, Wang Ben's mouth was almost grinning to his ears.

Chapter 43 Wang Ben's Little Thoughts

Refined salt?A thousand catties?

"Is it still the same salt as before?"

"Boy, where did you get so much salt?"

"I've never seen such a good salt, I can't bear to eat it!"

"The soldiers were full of energy after eating the salt."

Although what Wang Ben said was a bit exaggerated, it was also an era, and there was no refined salt in this era.

Hearing Wang Ben's words, the other three were a little confused.

Refined salt?

What refined salt?

Wang Ben didn't want to explain too much to these people who had never seen the world, and he still had some questions in his heart:

"You have to give me 1500 catties of seeds. If you sow the seeds, the harvest will be tens of thousands of catties."

"By the way, since there are such high-yield seeds, when will the army be able to arrange good food?"

Ying Jia thought for a while and said:

"I will arrange it as soon as possible, but it will be slower than the soldiers on the frontier. After all, their living conditions are too difficult, and they are also responsible for guarding the frontier and preventing the invasion of the Baiyue Huns. They need this food even more."

"I understand, as long as you give our army food."

Wang Ben smiled.

Meng Yi took a step forward and bent down again:

"Meng Yi, on behalf of his elder brother Meng Tian, ​​thank you for caring about him."

Ying Jia waved his hand and said, "Of course I also have selfish intentions. I want these frontier soldiers to be loyal to me, not to others."

After speaking, he turned to look at Wang Ben and said:

"If there is no war, it may not be possible to distribute food to the Chinese army until next year. Naturally, you should also be sincere to me."

heard the words.Wang Ben hesitated.

He is well aware of the difficult living conditions of frontier soldiers, so naturally he will not compete with them for food.

However, if the Chinese army wants to be sincere to the twelve sons, I'm afraid it won't work.

But if you don't love him, where can you get new food?

In this way, 1500 catties of grain is better.

With hundreds of thousands of troops in his hand, he only needs to arrange 1000 people to sow all the seeds.

After a year, he will be self-sufficient.

This Wang Ben seems to be a big bastard, but he is still very smart when necessary. He didn't answer these questions directly, but asked:

"Boy, it's better to wait until the work is done before choosing. I don't know how to choose for a while. I want both this kind of seed and refined salt."

In fact, he also wants to know whether these seeds are really as high-yield as Yingjia said.

He has seen and tasted the salt, and wants to see the miracle of the seed.

Ying Jia smiled, he naturally understood what Wang Ben was thinking, but he was not in a hurry, sooner or later these people would all be his own.

"Okay, start preparing in the next two days, I will let Lu Bing cooperate with you."

"Not only must we stop the eyeliner of the nobles of the six countries, but we must also pay attention to Baiyue and the movements of the Xiongnu, especially the man in black."

"It's best to arrange it three miles away, so that no one can see the food."

Wang Ben lifted his chin, held the long sword and confidently assured: "Don't worry, there is nothing that my old Wang can't do."

"However, hey, the soldiers have to wait until the grain is harvested before they can leave. It will take about three months. In order to work better for the young master, how can they do it without strength? Why don't you give some refined salt?"

Wang Ben chuckled, he might not be one of those literati, he doesn't care about face, as long as he can get some benefits, how much is face worth?

Anyway, he often does these things, and he is so easy to catch, his face is not red and his heart is not beating.

Ying Jia has been staring at him for a long while, which made Wang Ben hesitate, so he smiled and said:

"Mo Yu, go get some refined salt, don't hit people like last time."

"Hehehe, then I will accept it, and I would like to thank the twelve sons on behalf of the soldiers."

Wang Ben's mouth was about to close his ears.

This time it was really big!

Today is not in vain, I can bring something back every time, hehehe!

With 1500 catties of seeds and a sack of refined salt, my Chinese army will surely become the most powerful soldier in the Qin Dynasty.