Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

The method of fermenting soybean meal into fertilizer is actually not complicated.Just crush the bean cake left over from oil extraction, put it in a container, soak it in water for a few months and ferment it.

Because the weather in Mobei is relatively cold in winter, Song Qingyuan specially asked people to move the large vat of fermenting soybean meal to the place where lime and soda ash were burned.

It won't be such a hassle until the weather gets hotter.Just moisten the bean cakes with water and put them in the sun to dry.

Fertilizers made from soybean meal are too high in carbon, phosphorus, and potassium. If used improperly, it is easy to burn plants.

When Song Qingyuan saw her aunt taking care of the flowers and plants, she mentioned it.

Therefore, when the soybean fertilizer was fermented, the soldiers were asked to add some smashed crop stalks to it.

These straws are also good fuel. At first, when Song Qingyuan asked them to throw them into the big tank filled with soybean meal, they felt a little distressed.

But when he heard Song Qingyuan say that it could be made into fertilizer and poured into the field next year, it would make the land more fertile, so he hurriedly did so.

After a few more days, the fermented soybean meal had a faint sour smell.

The soldiers thought that the soybean meal had gone bad, so they hurriedly found Song Qingyuan and reported the incident to him.

"Don't panic, this is a normal phenomenon. After the soybean meal is fully fermented and decomposed, it can be used as fertilizer." Song Qingyuan explained.

fermentation?The soldiers who came to report vaguely understood what Song Qingyuan meant.

Since the bean dregs left over from oil extraction can be fermented to make fertilizer, can other unnecessary things also be used as fertilizer?

After presenting his conjecture to the other party, Song Qingyuan smiled and shook his head, "Not everything can be used as fertilizer."

In the disappointed eyes of the other party, Song Qingyuan continued to add: "However, the manure of those livestock can also be used as fertilizer."

Unfermented animal manure cannot be directly absorbed by plants.However, if it is directly buried in the soil for fermentation, it is easy to pollute the groundwater, and the bacteria and parasites in the feces may also attract pests.

Not only that, if the amount of buried fertilizer is not well controlled, it is easy to burn the crops.

Therefore, how to fertilize and fertilize is also a science.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, and successfully suppressed the other party's urge to collect livestock manure as fertilizer.

Many animal manures are now used as fuel.And if it is composting, a fermentation tank must be built.

However, most of the land near Wangting is loose and easy to infiltrate.If a fermentation tank is to be built, the problem of land pollution caused by excrement leakage during the fermentation process must be solved.

Considering the cost and time needed to solve the leakage problem, Song Qingyuan now gave up thinking about using manure to make fertilizer.

After confirming again and again that the excrement of those livestock had no possibility of being used as fertilizer, the people who came to report felt a little disappointed and planned to bow and leave.

Song Qingyuan remembered the smell of fermentation that he mentioned when he came to report, stopped the other party, and asked: "If the smell of fermented soybean fertilizer is very unpleasant, move them out of the yard and find a place with few people."

The other party shook his head and said: "The smell is not heavy. The soldiers asked me to report to His Highness because they were afraid that there was something wrong with the bean fertilizer. Moreover, after wearing the mask His Highness gave us, we couldn't smell it. Got those flavors."

The masks worn by the soldiers who fired limestone and made caustic soda were given to them by Song Qingyuan, in order to prevent the dust produced during the processing from being breathed in by them and affecting their health.Order them to bring them as long as they enter the workshop.

This mask can also play a role in blocking the smell.

Song Qingyuan nodded and let him back off.

Although the fermentation tank is not needed yet, it will be used sooner or later.

Therefore, Song Qingyuan began to think about this issue after sending people away.

After much deliberation, he still felt that cement was the most suitable.

The current level of technology will definitely not be able to produce the cement used on construction sites in later generations, but it should not be difficult to produce a low-grade version of cement.

After writing down the raw materials needed for the manufacturing process of "low-mix cement" on the paper, Song Qingyuan put them aside.

The manufacture of cement has been listed in his plan, but it is not yet implemented.

Recently, the soldiers have to be busy with heating the kang, preparing food for the winter, digging soil to make alkali, pressing oil, crushing bean cakes...there is really no time for manpower to make cement.

What's more, the new year is coming soon, no matter how unscrupulous capitalists are, they have to let their employees take a vacation to rest.

The annual festival in Mobei is different from the Spring Festival in the Central Plains.It is more like taking advantage of the last period of time before the heavy snow closes the mountain, and collectively enter the mountain to hunt.

But unlike the autumn hunting that Song Qingyuan participated in in the Southern Zhou Dynasty this year, after the hunting activities during the day, there will be various celebration ceremonies at night.

It was the first time Song Qingyuan had heard of such a New Year's festival, so he couldn't help but be a little curious.After receiving the continuous invitation, he agreed without hesitation.

But he saw each other today not because of the New Year's Eve, but because of another equally important matter.

A few days ago, the money earned from selling soap, the accountant had already sent the ledger to Song Qingyuan.

His trip was for how to distribute the money.

Lian Ti looked at the account book in front of him, the dense Chinese characters made him feel like he had two big heads.

The hall was quiet for a long time before he finally put down the ledger with a frown, and said to Song Qingyuan, "Your Highness, you don't need to show me this. Just tell me the last number."

Song Qingyuan didn't think it would be like this, so he was stunned for a moment before he said: "Most people trade grain and livestock for soap, and it should be 52 shi when converted into corn."

A stone of grain is about 52 catties, and 6 ten is [-] catties of corn.

This number is a bit shocking, but in fact most of the soap is not consumed by the people of the royal court, but bought by merchants and transported to the surrounding tribes for sale.

Lian Ti didn't seem to be shocked by this figure at all. After listening to Song Qingyuan's words, he just nodded and asked directly: "How does Your Highness plan to share this money with the king?"

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, and then explained his original plan.

The main cost of making soap is manpower, but those soldiers already have their salaries, and it is impossible to pay them any more.

Song Qingyuan planned to transfer this part of the money directly to Lian Ti for military expenses.

As for the craftsmen and the people he hired from outside, they were paid according to normal standards.

He only needs the cost of his raw materials.

After hearing Song Qingyuan's plan, not to mention mentioning it, even the subordinates behind him couldn't help but want to say a few words.

There is no other reason. In this matter, Song Qingyuan did the most, but he didn't get any benefit.

Lian Ti also shook his head and rejected the plan proposed by Song Qingyuan, "Except for the cost, His Royal Highness will take half of the remaining profit, and the other half can be used as military expenses."

Song Qingyuan smiled, "Your Majesty knows that I don't care about these money."

Song Qingyuan's words were ambiguous. It can be understood that he doesn't love money and wealth, or that he doesn't care about small money. It's fine.

But Lianti still insisted on his principle of [-]/[-] distribution.

Song Qingyuan couldn't hold back the other party, so he had to compromise, "Since that's the case, can the king use part of this money to build an almshouse in the royal court?"

The almshouse Song Qingyuan mentioned is of the same nature as the welfare homes and orphanages of later generations, and they are all for the placement of those who have no ability to survive.

Lian Ti once saw a similar almshouse in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, but in the past few years, Emperor Hongde banned it on the grounds that "the treasury is empty and unable to support it".

All the almshouses that have not closed down in the Southern Zhou Dynasty are established by rich merchants and nobles or temples themselves.

"In that case, let's use all the money to build the poorhouse." Lianti thought for a while and said.

Half of the people in Mobei migrated year by year, and the almshouse was of little use to them.

Therefore, there are not many places where almshouses can be established.

This approach was mutually agreed by both parties.Not only that, but Song Qingyuan also took out the money he got from Du Wei a few days ago and handed it over to the official in charge of the matter.

The establishment of the poorhouse does not need to be complicated, and it can be listed for business in a few days.

The money earned from selling soap during this period is not particularly large, but it is more than enough to support the poorhouse through this winter.

As for the money for the coming year, Song Qingyuan had already made plans.

In a few days, it will be the New Year's Eve in Mobei.

Compared with previous years, this year's festival is very grand.The main reason is that the people's life this winter is much better than before.

First, the caravan sent to the Southern Zhou Dynasty brought back several times more grain and cloth than in previous years, and the rice tanks of many people were full of food.

Later, the heated kang made countless people feel the warmth.It's cold outside, but as long as you lie on the kang, you will feel warm.

And those poor people, those who can work, go to Song Qingyuan's soybean processing factory to work, and they can get enough food in exchange.Those who have lost the ability to work also have a shelter from the wind and rain of the workhouse.

But Song Qingyuan, who was grateful and missed by countless people, was sitting by the bonfire, trying to draw some warmth from it.

The thick fox fur wrapped tightly around his body. From a distance, Song Qingyuan, who was huddled inside, looked like a fluffy white ball.

During the autumn hunting in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, Qin Zizhen could not act without authorization because he wanted to secretly protect the safety of the group.He was also caught by Lian Ti for sneaking out to hunt.

But today is different, Qin Zizhen has no mission, he is the first to rush into the mountain, leaving all the soldiers far behind.

Seeing Wu Qi and his group whispering around the bonfire and not rushing into the mountain, Song Qingyuan was a little puzzled for a moment, so he moved over to hear what they were discussing.

This group of people are all Lian Ti's cronies, and they have long admired Song Qingyuan.

Seeing him coming, she hastily and courteously made room for him.

"What are you doing here?" Song Qingyuan looked at the messy things on the ground and asked with some doubts.

Not only jade pendants and silver coins, but also scimitars and longbows are impressively listed.

Wu Zena also put a short knife inlaid with gems into it, and explained to Song Qingyuan: "We are making a bet to see who is the person with the second most prey today?"

It turned out to be a bet, Song Qingyuan suddenly realized.

It's just that betting is always betting on the first place, and there is no such thing as betting on the runner-up.

After expressing the doubts in his heart, a man with a big beard beside him smiled and said: "The king who shoots the most prey every year is the king. If you bet on the first place, there is no suspense."

It turned out to be like this.Song Qingyuan was immediately in awe of the Mobei people's desire to win.

There is no suspense about the championship, and even the runner-up has to fight for it.

The author says:

Lian Ti: My wife is really rich.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!