Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

After confirming the location of the cement factory, Song Qingyuan planned to rush back to Wangting overnight.

The temperature has gradually started to rise in the past few days, even if you walk at night, it will not be too cold.

Lian Ti originally planned to rest here for one night and leave the next day, but was strongly opposed by Song Qingyuan.

Seeing that spring is coming, and the preparations for improving the soil have not been completed, he is too busy to do so, so there is no time to delay here for another day.

Song Qingyuan was concerned about Quyuanli's progress, even if he was on his way, he was also worried about whether it would be suitable for the land in Mobei.

As a result, as soon as he looked up, he saw Lian Ti sitting on the horse whistling bored, and he was so angry that he couldn't beat him.

Lian Ti, as the king of Mobei, left all the work to him, but he looked like he was doing nothing.

What's even more exaggerated is that a few days ago, a minister asked him about spring plowing, and he actually sent the other party to find him.

Song Qingyuan really wanted to shake Lian Ti's shoulders and ask the other party: Are you the king of Mobei or am I the king of Mobei?

He thought about it, and suddenly he had a plan.

Song Qingyuan cleared his throat, and said to Lian Ti: "I'm going to be busy with the farmland these few days, and I don't care about building the house for the time being. I don't know if the king is free. Help me to watch some progress?"

Lian Ti was staring at an eagle circling in the air, thinking about whether he should draw his bow and shoot this little beast that followed them all the way.

When he heard Song Qingyuan's voice, he froze for a moment before realizing the meaning of the other party's words.

Does the other party think that he is too idle?

But he didn't want to do that either. He had already promised Song Qingyuan that he would not go to war this winter.

Nothing major has happened in Wang Ting recently, and the leaders of each tribe are in charge, so naturally he has nothing to do if there is no war.

As for why he sent the minister in charge of agricultural affairs to Song Qingyuan a few days ago...

He has also seriously considered this matter.

Seeing that Song Qingyuan has been busy with land affairs, what if he issued policies at will and affected the other party's plan?

To sum up, he really isn't being lazy, it's just that he really has nothing to do.

"Okay." After understanding the unfinished meaning of Song Qingyuan's words, Lian Ti quickly agreed.

"Is there anything else your Highness needs me to do?" Not only did he answer decisively, but he also asked actively.

When dealing with partners who are talented and enthusiastic about work, of course, we must follow the wishes of the other party and be responsive to every request.

During the few seconds that Lian Ti was thinking, the lucky eagle had already narrowly escaped death and disappeared from Lian Ti's sight.

Lian Ti had no choice but to withdraw his left hand that was resting on the bow with regret.

In view of Lian Ti's good attitude, Song Qingyuan finally let go of the breath he was holding in his heart.

So he drove his horse back to the royal court in a happy mood, and immediately devoted himself to the fiery cause of soil improvement.

Unreasonable irrigation and cultivation methods accounted for a lot of reasons for the arable land near the royal court to become what it is now.

This cultivated land not only has rivers flowing from the Langshen Snow Mountain, but also a large oxbow lake nearby.

Logically speaking, it should be land that is very suitable for farming.

However, unreasonable irrigation methods have made the soil salinization more and more serious, and unreasonable cultivation has also made the land more barren.

Fortunately, most of the arable land has not yet developed to the most severe level, and efforts can be made to recover.

But if it develops according to the current situation, in another hundred years, even if there is no Southern Zhou Dynasty, Mobei will be able to play himself to death just relying on these degraded lands.

……

"How is Qu Yuanli's work?" Song Qingyuan asked his subordinates about the carpentry workshop as soon as he came back.

As early as a few days ago, the blacksmith had made the parts needed to make the Quyuanli, but the carpenter hadn't done it yet.

"It should be finished in the future. The carpenters saw this kind of equipment for the first time, so they spent more time thinking about it." The subordinates reported the situation there to Song Qingyuan in detail.

He knew that Song Qingyuan cared about Qu Yuanli, so he watched the progress of the carpenters several times a day.

"Okay." Song Qingyuan nodded, "Notify me as soon as it's finished."

For the next 10 minutes, he listened to his subordinates report on the progress of other work in the past few days, while thinking about Quyuanli's production.

The number of craftsmen in Mobei is still too small. If only relying on the craftsmen he brought and the carpenters in Wangtingli, Qu Yuanli doesn't know when it will be produced.

I'm afraid that even after spring, Quyuanli will not be able to produce enough.

He had previously planned to open a craftsman school in Wangting, but now it seems that this plan must be advanced.

"That's it," Song Qingyuan interrupted his subordinates. "Let's put other things aside for the time being. You go and ask someone to post a notice of recruiting apprentices in front of the carpenter's workshop, and choose some young people who are steady, down-to-earth and willing to learn, and let them follow the carpenters in the workshop for the time being." study."

"Your subordinate will do it now."

"and many more!"

Song Qingyuan stopped the subordinate who was about to take his leave, and added: "Remember to write down all aspects of the treatment, including the matter of going to school in the future."

"Not only that, you also need to explain clearly to the carpenters in the workshop. I mentioned to them about opening a school before, and they should know what to do."

When Song Qingyuan was discussing with them about opening a school, he made "three chapters" with them, asking them not to hide their personal interests, not to be proud of their talents, and to actively communicate with their peers and learn from each other.

Correspondingly, he will also recruit students for them, help them write books, and their salary will be improved.

In this era, reputation is still very important, and there are very few people like Song Qingyuan who don't care about other people's opinions at all.

For these craftsmen, letting them teach students, write books, improve their social status, and win the respect of others is even more attractive to them than giving them gold and silver money.

"Then, Your Highness, what should we do about building the house?" The subordinate was about to leave when he remembered the arrangement of the cement matter. Before Song Qingyuan could say anything, he hurried back and asked.

To build a house this time, Song Qingyuan planned to use hardwood chips instead of steel bars, and cement mixed with sand and gravel.

This will of course cost more than building a wall with masonry, but it will also be correspondingly stronger.

Fortunately, the raw materials for making cement do not need to spend any money, which also reduces some costs.

The only difficulty is that this cement is a new thing, and everyone is not familiar with this method of building houses. A few days ago, only in the presence of Song Qingyuan, and under his command, the craftsmen dared to do it.

Now that Song Qingyuan was going to work on Quyuanli's affairs, the craftsmen who built the house inevitably felt a little bit hopeless.

"You don't have to worry about this. I have already handed over the construction of the house to King Mobei, and he will arrange it." Song Qingyuan explained.

The subordinate froze in place, and hesitantly spoke for a long time: "Your Highness...is this arrangement appropriate?"

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyuan asked calmly.

"This..." The subordinate hesitated for a while before expressing his concerns as tactfully as possible.

"The king of Mobei has never sent anyone to ask about this matter, and he doesn't know much about how to build houses. If the matter is entrusted to the king of Mobei, would it be... not appropriate?"

The worried expression of his subordinates almost wrote the words "The king of Mobei is a layman, so he can't guide this matter" written on his face.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he was more likely to let Song Qingyuan take charge of this matter, but he also knew that the other party was really too busy.

But if he handed over this matter to King Mobei, he would be a little relieved.

Song Qingyuan looked at the other party who wanted to say bad things but didn't dare to say them, so he became very entangled, and said with a smile: "You can safely leave this matter to the King of Mobei."

On the way back to the royal court from the mine, he had already told Lian Ti all the precautions in pouring the cement.

He almost had his lips worn out, even if he could solve problems for him even if he mentioned it, don't be a king of Mobei with this IQ, just turn left and hang on the southeast branch when you go out.

"Then this subordinate will leave first." Seeing Song Qingyuan's confident look, he had no choice but to leave with suspicion.

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In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingyuan once again fulfilled Lian's promise of martial arts training, got up and rushed to a piece of farmland in the suburbs.

Today was the day when the first Quyuanli was manufactured, not only Song Qingyuan, but also Boyan and others arrived at the agreed place early in the morning.

A few of them stood on the field ridge, watching the plow pulled by the oxen, plowing the field round after round.

In addition to the farmer holding the plow handle, a tall and tall young man followed beside the plow frame.

"Relax, you're going to use him to plow the fields in the future, so it's fair to be so nervous all the time?"

Seeing the farmer clutching the plow so tightly that his fingers were turning white, the young man hurriedly comforted him.

The other party's voice was warm, like the breeze in the forest, and the clouds in the sky. The farmer relaxed subconsciously, and pushed the plow slightly to the other side of the farmland with his hand.

Under the guidance of the other party, the plow in his hand turned smoothly and began to plow another field.

A piece of land was plowed quickly. The farmer put down the plow in his hand, rubbed his hands nervously, and asked, "Did you make any mistakes in plowing just now?"

"You did a good job." The person beside him praised him, and explained to him in detail the functions of different parts on one side.

If the plow frame is pushed down, the plow frame below will point downward, and it will naturally be deep when plowing the land. If you want to plow shallowly, you can lift the plow frame slightly.

The plow wall below can not only break up the soil, but also push the dug out soil to the sides to reduce resistance.

After a field was plowed, the farmer led the ox and stood to the side, but Boyan and the others jumped down eagerly to check the situation in the field.

"This curved plow is even more convenient than I imagined! Such a field can be plowed in just a few minutes." One of them sighed.

The other person is more concerned about the effect of Qu Yuanli.He squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed it in his hands, and praised: "Not only that, look at the plowed land, the big clods are basically crushed."

"You have all overlooked another point! Look at the plowed area over there, it is not heavy or leaky, it is very even."

After hearing this, everyone looked up in unison.

The whole piece of land was indeed very level, much better than the same plowed land before.

"Your Highness, this Qu Yuanli is really powerful." Boyan hurried to Song Qingyuan's side.

The person who had just instructed the farmers to plow the land was Song Qingyuan who rushed over early in the morning.

The author says:

Gradually turned into a story about a good-for-nothing boss and his workaholic partner——

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