Emperor Qin

In the howling cold wind, the sweaty woodcutter held an iron ax and slashed hard at a big tree. With a loud creaking sound, the big tree that was enough to hug two people fell down, hitting the ground nearby. flutter.

The surrounding villagers quickly stepped forward, took out hatchets and sickles, and even used their hands and feet, quickly cut off the branches and pulled out the bark.

At this moment, a woman screamed suddenly: "There is a big bug!"

Everyone looked closely at the direction she was pointing at, and all of them lost their souls, screaming and fleeing, throwing firewood and broken logs on the ground.

The big tiger crouched under the tree with a few pieces of poultry feathers on its lips, looked at the fleeing villagers, and continued to eat with its head down.

Not long after, a handsome and elegant young man came alone. Almost at the same time, the tiger immediately happily picked up the pheasant placed by its front paws, leaped forward, exposed its long belly, and landed in front of the comer, whining to claim credit.

"Huahua~" Yan Jiang sighed, rubbing the tiger's big head, feeling helpless, "You're scaring people again, they're clamoring to form a team to kill the tiger, do you know that?"

Brain Ax doesn't know, only knows that he hasn't seen his owner for a long time, he rubs and licks his owner vigorously, and asks the owner to sit on the ground with it, put his head on it, and rub his chin.

"Oh, you caught a bird and ate it again." Yan Jiang pulled a feather from the tiger's mouth, "At the beginning, His Majesty saw you eating pheasant raw, so he didn't like to play with you anymore, and then he even jumped at it... ...Forget it, what are you talking about, Huahua, stay away, there are a lot of people here recently."

He suppressed the pain in his heart, and drove the innocent Huahua back into the deep mountains, and told him to avoid people. Huahua grunted pitifully, but he couldn't soften his heart of stone.

Seeing Huahua walking into the mountain step by step and turning her head three times, he packed up his lost mood and walked down the mountain slowly.

Their construction site is built close to the mountain, which is almost a new city. He strictly stipulates the amount of wood felled on the mountain. Only one tree can be cut every three trees. There is greening, and most of the reclaimed land is in river valleys and mountain streams. The cut trees are not allowed to be burned, but sheds are set up next to them.

Today's Huangdi Plateau is surrounded by endless vegetation, and you can see mountains and mountains. The Yellow River is not called the Yellow River, but the river. Trees were felled on a large scale and wasteland was reclaimed. Since then, this virgin forest will persist for 1000 years, and it was not completely cut down until the Song Dynasty.

However, the soil of the Loess Plateau itself is easily eroded, and during the Little Ice Age, climate change is not just as simple as cooling down, but also reduces rainfall. Adding up the two, the vegetation on the plateau can no longer recover, and the Yellow River has never recovered. Now that he's here, of course he can't act recklessly, and it's inevitable that he will come back with a few magic sticks to prophesy, how long he can hold back.

Along the way, many villagers who were picking soil and digging holes bowed to him and saluted him respectfully, he nodded and then passed by.

Since he was appointed as Qin Wei who reclaimed the wasteland, he has mastered the power of life and death of these people. Now that January has passed, the weather has gradually warmed up, and spring plowing has been put on the agenda.

The cattle and sheep cheated from Lao Ai have been used as farming and grazing. Yan Jiang divided the criminals into hundreds of groups, and each group had cattle and sheep. At this time, people cherish cattle and sheep like eyeballs. If the cattle are damaged after plowing the land, the family that uses the cattle will be reprimanded by the people who take over. Therefore, they take care of them very carefully and eat better than people.

But cattle are limited, and people who don't have their turn can only use people to pull the plow. A family of four or five pulls the plow hard on the hard ground in early spring, grinding their shoulders to blood and not daring to stop. Master Yan once said After that, the current government’s food can only be supplied until the autumn harvest. If the corn cannot be planted in time, not only will there be no food, but the land tax will be paid according to the land. , all sold by the government.

Yan Jiang walked slowly past the cave dwellings under construction on the mountain, as well as thatched houses with earthen walls. Today, most people are still crowded in the newly built houses and cave dwellings. There are many people living in a cave with 20 people. Fortunately, As more and more cave dwellings and residences were built, the situation gradually improved.

He walked all the way down the mountain, and finally came to a clearing at the edge of the valley, the land had just been planted with corn, and most of the seeds he had brought.

The girl who was watching the budding suddenly stood up. She was dressed in a coarse wooden hairpin, but she still showed her best appearance carefully, tidying up the messy hair on her sideburns, and then she got up from the field: "My lord, are you here?"

Yan Jiang nodded: "What's the matter?"

"The soil has been plowed. According to your request, we will use fermented manure mixed with water to make a base. When the weather is warmer, we can plant seeds." The girl who took care of the autumn wheat for Yan Jiang took out rough paper and sewed it into a pointing to the record on it, "I looked at the seedlings, and they grow best with this ratio of water seepage, but..."

She hesitated for a moment before continuing: "Although the seedlings in this field are tall, most of them have been damaged by freezing. On the contrary, the short seedlings have survived the winter, and some of the overwhelmed seedlings have also survived the winter." , There are also some fields with little manure and water, although the seedlings have emerged, most of them have rotted roots and withered soon."

She described the harvest of those wheat fields in detail, and mentioned that one of the wheat fields is growing the best now, and the others depend on the harvest.

Yan Jiang was very satisfied. He was born in Shu and had never grown wheat since he was a child, but it doesn't matter. There are scientific and comparative farming methods, so he has figured out the key points of planting winter wheat.

What should be the ratio of fertilizer to water, how much seedlings need to be pressed for overwintering, and how much water to irrigate per mu? Mastering these points was considered super intensive farming in Qin Dynasty.

"You've done a great job," Yan Jiang admired this careful girl very much, "If you come here, you can also help me manage this land."

"I will live up to my lord's entrustment!" Chen Meng knelt down and saluted happily. The Qin Dynasty emphasized agriculture and rewarded farming and warfare. Now that she can learn these skills and be appreciated by adults, hard work may not fail to make her family a noble. If she can To be a farming officer is to hope for family revival. Compared with this, a little hard work is nothing.

"If you don't have enough manpower, you can use my warrant to pick someone up," Yan Jiang handed her his warrant, and said with a smile, "If you encounter difficulties, you can find me at any time."

"Yes." Chen Meng couldn't help but blush when he looked at the adult who looked like a heavenly man.

Yan Jiang nodded, turned and left.

Returning to his new thatched house, he opened the planning sketch he had drawn, and the charcoal pencil was spinning on the drawing. He has explored more than a dozen river valleys these days, and three of them are very good reclamation sites, but there are not enough cattle. Can't open so many fields.

He had to admit that farming people still lacked a lot of nomadic people in the skills of serving livestock and herding cattle and sheep.

It would be great if you could buy cattle and sheep. The Yuezhi, Linhu, Xiongnu, and Xiyun tribes all have herds of cattle, sheep and horses, but the trade on the grassland is nothing more than tea, horse, salt and iron wine. Don’t even think about horse salt and iron wine. , are all controlled products, tea, and now he has only seen a few wild teas, which taste bitter and dry. They have not been domesticated by humans at all, and they are not well cultivated.

After thinking about it, it became dark, His Majesty came out of his leather pocket, saw the servant frowning, and poked him with his wings.

"Your Majesty~" Yan Jiang hugged his beloved pet, turned around, buried his chest and took a deep breath, and raised it high again, instantly feeling much better.

His Majesty looked at him with an indifferent bird face.

"There are no cows," he vomited bitterly to his beloved pet while sitting in front of the case. "Plowing the plow by hand is very miserable. Many people's shoulders are worn out. They dare not wear clothes for fear of ruining their clothes..."

Your Majesty is still very indifferent. The promotion of cattle farming is something that Qin has worked hard for these years. A hundred years ago, cattle were used as sacrifices. Even now in the six countries, most of them are plowed by humans, and they are used for cattle, plows and knives. , has already made these criminals lawless, how dare this be called miserable?

The civilians in Xianyang are not as rich as them, right?

"When we passed Yuezhi, there were a lot of cows and horses. It would be great if we could exchange a thousand of them. Unfortunately, it's too late to grow tea. Maybe we can try growing carrots, but it's too late. Oh, why can't I burn glass? I want to be able to burn some Just change it...I'm so stupid, really, I followed the documentary film back then, and I didn't finish memorizing the skills..." Yan Jiang was still complaining over there.

His Majesty frowned, tilted his head to comfort the servant, but suddenly thought of something, and his movements became slower and slower.

Xianyang Palace

King Qin's coronation is imminent, preparations for various ceremonies, deployment of large ships, arrangement of personnel entering Yongdu, the ministers are so busy that they are all on their backs.

Just after dawn, King Qin got up early as usual to accept the court meeting.

At the end of the meeting, the King of Qin suddenly said: "I am a widow who governs in person, observes the ceremonies and serves the kingdoms, is there any Xiqiang?"

Lu Buwei, the prime minister under the steps, was taken aback for a moment, then stood up and said respectfully, "Xiqiang is not a vassal state of the Qin Dynasty, and has no qualifications to serve the court and observe the ceremony."

Xiqiang is the collective name for the small countries in the west. Although the people of Qin started their fortune by destroying these small countries, they themselves despised these barren lands and yearned for the prosperity of the Central Plains. However, Zhao Guo didn’t know how to praise, so he blocked Qin’s eastward advance. Knock, then you can only destroy it embarrassingly.

The King of Qin said indifferently: "That's it. According to the solitary system, Li Chongxi of Longxi came out of Di Dao, and ordered the Western Qiang to donate their cattle and horses and come to Yongdu to congratulate them."

"No." Lu Buwei didn't object, he just thought that King Qin had grown up and wanted to win over the Li family in Longxi to make contact, and it was probably just a cover to ask Xiqiang for cattle and horses.

As for the opinions of those small countries, oh, what is that.

If you are dissatisfied, let's try whether the name of Qiang Qin is true.