Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

When Song Qingyuan arrived at the barracks, the soldiers had already sifted the ashes, picked out the cinders, and piled them in the yard.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" A young lieutenant stood beside the selected cinders, saw him coming, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Song Qingyuan bent down to look at the situation of the cinders. The soldiers who sifted the ashes worked very seriously, and even cleaned up the floating ash on the surface of the cinders.

It should have been washed with water again, but now water resources are precious, and the requirements for raw materials of indigenous cement are not so high.

Now that the soldiers had already cleaned up the cinders so cleanly, Song Qingyuan planned to omit this step and just sprinkle water to pulverize them.

The texture of the burned cinders will be loose, and even if they are piled up half the yard, it will not take too much effort to pulverize them.

After a while, the soldiers ground the cinders into a somewhat moist powder.

A gust of wind passed by, and the soldier pushing the cart to transport the cinders couldn't help sighing to the people beside him: "Fortunately, Your Highness asked us to sprinkle water on it in advance, otherwise the soot would not be blown everywhere?"

The other person is older and has become accustomed to Song Qingyuan's thoughtfulness.Hearing this, he just glanced at him lightly, and said casually: "Your Highness does everything with thorough consideration!"

"That's right." The man nodded, without further words, and transported a cart of coal ash to another yard.

This yard is where the cement is mixed.

The proportion of gypsum is fixed, and five catties of gypsum for every one hundred catties of cement is enough.The plaster of paris was ground into powder and then stir-fried on high heat until it gradually turned yellow-gray.

However, the proportion of coal ash is still uncertain. It is possible to add 50.00% to [-]% of coal ash. The proportion of addition will be adjusted according to the quality of raw materials, local temperature and humidity.

Faced with this situation, Song Qingyuan had no quick solution. He could only ask the soldiers to mix cement in different proportions, and wait until the cement dries in a few days before checking the situation.

The soldiers over there were still busy making cement, and Song Qingyuan was already preparing to choose a site for the pepper and cornel seeds he brought.

He even proposed to allocate the land under the snow mountain to him before, but he thought it was too wasteful, so he didn't accept it.

Later, Lian Ti pointed out a few more plots of land for Song Qingyuan to choose by himself.The weather was fine today, so he planned to go out of the city to see the situation.

Song Qingyuan rode by the stewed meat shop on the road, and was seen by several shop assistants, who bowed to him from a distance.

"Does Your Highness want to come and have something to eat?" One of the bold fellows shouted at him.

Today's lunch was casually eaten with the soldiers in the barracks. Thinking that he would probably stay outside for a long time in the afternoon, Song Qingyuan simply agreed, pulled the horse rope and turned around to the front of the stewed meat shop.

"Your Highness, please see what you want to eat first, and I will tie the horse for you." The guy who called out just now saw him coming, and hurried out from the back door to lead the horse for Song Qingyuan.

"Go." Song Qingyuan nodded and looked around.

When he passed by here, he found that many changes had taken place near the stewed meat shop.Although this street was not desolate before, it was not lively either.

However, since he opened the soap shop and braised meat shop here, the number of people on the street has gradually increased, including those who come to buy soap, those who kill cattle and sheep for offal for money, and those who buy some marinated meat to go with wine. The business of other shops on the street has improved a lot.

Opposite the stewed meat shop is a restaurant. Although the food tastes good, the business is not so good.

But since the stewed meat shop opened across the street, their family's business has been getting better day by day.

There is no other reason. The Braised Meat Shop has a small storefront and only sells a single item. Song Qingyuan has no place for people to set up a dine-in.

Customers can only buy and take home to eat.But there are always those who are far away, or those who go out with three or five friends, they will directly carry the lo mei to the restaurant opposite to eat.

The owner of the restaurant was also very happy to see him.After pondering for a few days, I also baked mixed noodles and sold them in the store.

The hot pancakes are soft and fragrant, and the fragrant braised pork wrapped in them is even more delicious.

Once this way of eating was invented, not only this restaurant, but even the stewed meat shop's business improved.

Song Qingyuan also heard about this way of eating from the servant boy, so he told him to bring the bowl of braised meat directly to the restaurant opposite.

In his bowl, there are not only ordinary lo-mei such as hairy tripe and stewed liver, but also a few pieces of dried tofu that have absorbed enough soup.

These dried beans were also made by Song Qingyuan a few days ago by asking someone to grind the beans.

It is a bit extravagant to use other vegetables to make stewed meat in this season, but it is not difficult to marinate some dried tofu.

Originally, the people in Mobei didn't like to eat this kind of bean products very much. When the stewed bean curd and dried tofu were first displayed, they were not popular with customers.

But under the enthusiastic persuasion of the shop assistants, they still bought a few pieces to try out.

Unexpectedly, after eating it once, everyone fell in love with this delicious stewed dried tofu.

If the current stewed tofu comes later, it may face the situation of being sold out.

Song Qingyuan asked the waiter in the shop to serve some miscellaneous noodles, and tried the way of eating them with lo mei wrapped in them.

The zamian pancakes just out of the pan are steaming and covered with sauce-colored tendons.

The tendons are stewed just right, finding a perfect middle value between soft and rotten.The outer layer of dough is soft and delicious, and has a strong aroma of grain.

Even people like Song Qingyuan who have eaten delicious food all over the place, whether in the previous life or now, can't help admiring, not to mention how satisfied ordinary people are when they eat it.

No wonder this restaurant is so popular.Song Qingyuan bit the bun, thinking silently.

After eating the braised buns, he rode his horse and drove here.

At the gate of the city, there were already officials in charge of land management waiting for Song Qingyuan. When he saw him coming, he hurried up to greet him.

These people treated Song Qingyuan with great enthusiasm, and even the horse under him was scared back a few steps by the excessive enthusiasm.

But it can't blame them.Ever since Song Qingyuan fermented the leftover soybean meal with water, those people heard the news that these things could be made into fertilizer to irrigate the fields.

What's more, they heard people say a few days ago that His Highness planned to build canals to divert water to irrigate the farmland after the beginning of spring.

After hearing such news, who can keep calm?

After they received the king's order yesterday, they got the chance to accompany today after going through several fierce battles with the rest of their colleagues.

Seeing this, Song Qingyuan stroked the horse's mane as a comfort, and led a few excited officials out of the royal court.

Even the few pieces of land mentioned to Song Qingyuan, after looking at them, he felt a little overqualified.

But several officials advised him to plant spices on the outermost edge of the farmland without affecting the crops inside, so Song Qingyuan agreed after thinking about it.

After several rounds of discussions, the places where several kinds of spices were planted were finally divided.

Before leaving, Song Qingyuan suddenly asked: "What kind of farm tools do people use for farming now?"

One of them didn't react too much, just when he muttered "not just those kinds", he was kicked hard by the boss standing behind him.

"Stupid thing!" The boss scolded him in a low voice, and hurriedly pushed away the person in front of him and stepped forward.

When passing by him, he still didn't forget to turn his head and stare.

The boss who was still looking like a god just now smiled at Song Qingyuan with eight teeth showing, and enthusiastically described to Song Qingyuan the tools that the people mainly use now.

The subordinate rubbed his butt, turned his head and asked the colleague next to him why he was kicked.

"If I were an adult, I would kick you too." The colleague said in a low voice: "Since His Highness asks such a question, it must be to have some opinions on farm tools, and maybe he can improve the farm tools we use now, so you say, my lord Who will you beat if you don't?"

The eyes of his colleagues looking at the idiot made him feel a little guilty for a while.

He scratched his head, and asked a little at a loss: "Then I just said that, will His Highness be angry?"

In your highness, will you not improve farm tools for the common people?

The colleague glanced at the two people who were talking happily, waved his hands slightly at him, and said, "Probably not."

"That's good, that's good." He breathed a sigh of relief and listened to the previous conversation with his ears up.

Song Qingyuan gradually had a general understanding of the agricultural tools used by the people in Mobei through the description of the person in front of him.

It has to be said that in terms of farming, the people of Mobei are still far behind the people of the Central Plains.

Not only is the farming method unreasonable, but even the farm tools used are decades behind those of the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

Song Qingyuan felt that at least half of the current problems of barren land and saline-alkali compaction were caused by human factors.

But this can't be blamed on them, farming is not what Mobei people are good at.Coupled with the fact that Nanzhou has always controlled this knowledge and hoped to contain Mobei with food, the current situation is only natural.

Song Qingyuan sighed, looked at the land in front of him, and wondered in his heart whether any of the various agricultural tools were suitable for Mobei.

However, it is not enough to have blueprints, and blacksmiths are needed to make them.

At present, iron is a government-run business, and blacksmiths are naturally not someone he can have if he wants it.

Among the craftsmen that Song Qingyuan brought to Mobei, there were all kinds of craftsmen, but only blacksmiths could not be found by him.

But fortunately, there is no shortage of craftsmen who can forge in Mobei.When he goes back today, he will ask Lian Ti to borrow some people.

It was getting late, and the purpose of today's trip had been achieved, so Song Qingyuan took a few people back to the royal court.

These few people have to go back to Yamen to record the places used to grow spices.

The author says:

Mr. Xiao Song: If there is a shortage of people, just ask for a summary.

Plan pass√

---

Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

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