The Emperor's Son-in-Law

"Major General, you don't need to worry about the post station."

"We, the Cavalry Guard, already have our own separate post station."

"Usually, it is used to transmit border military intelligence and transport various supplies."

"Major General, please rest assured. I can guarantee that there will be no problems with the goods of our farm!"

An officer in armor stood up and said.

"Oh, the Cavalry Guard has its own post station?"

"Tell me in detail..."

Duan Chun asked in surprise.

"I am the captain of the post station of the Cavalry Guard."

"Usually, I am responsible for inspecting the post stations along the route."

"The Cavalry Guard has its own military camps and post stations from the Imperial Capital to the northwest and the northern border."

"It is divided into three levels, namely, Zhi, Qi, and Ting."

"Zhi is the highest level, just like a small military town."

"Usually, it is used to store military rations, maintain war horses, and station a small number of troops for defense."

"Qi is a fortress with 50 soldiers and war horses stationed."

"It is used to convey important military camps."

"Ting is a courtyard with 10 people and 10 horses stationed."

"There is a Ting for 30 miles, and there must be a Qi within 100 miles."

"There is a Zhi at important checkpoints and special areas."

"This is the only way to ensure the smooth flow of military information of the Cavalry Guard."

The officer clasped his fists and replied.

"That's great!"

"Dad..."

Duan Chun turned around and was about to ask.

But he found that his father was holding a wine glass, snoring with his eyes wide open.

He actually fell asleep...

"Big brother, please give me the distribution map of the various post stations of the Cavalry Guard."

"Show it to me tomorrow."

Duan Chun said with a smile.

"Yes."

Duan Chun asked the guards to help his father to rest first.

He knew that his father had been very busy during this period.

First, there was the military parade and drill in Jing'an Palace, which made his father almost sleepless.

Then there was the order of His Majesty to lead the troops to the west, and he had been checking the military camps for the past two days.

I was really exhausted...

"I'm not drunk yet."

"I can still drink..."

Watching his father being helped away by the guards, Duan Chun introduced his detailed plans to the two village heads.

And everyone in the two villages...

After learning about the major general's arrangements, the people in the two villages were all surprised!

It was not until late at night that Duan Chun returned to the prepared room in the village to rest.

And prepare the plan, start the detailed arrangement of the next day...

Early in the morning of the next day, after waking up, my father hurriedly left with his guards.

He also had to deal with all the preparations for this Western Expedition as soon as possible.

Duan Chun woke up early in the morning, washed and ate.

He took the guards and followed the craftsmen to check around...

It took two days for him to make plans for various workshops.

All the arrangements were completed in the farm.

On the third day, Duan Chun watched countless figures on the river beach busy building material workshops.

The glass workshop outside the river valley was also being built.

As for the blacksmith workshop, he didn't have to worry about it. Wang Liang took the craftsmen to choose a location with convenient transportation.

The stove and wooden shed had already been built.

In less than two days, the work there would be officially started.

It had been three days since he left the Imperial Capital, and Duan Chun was ready to go back to see the situation of Wanhua Tower.

However, on the way back to the village from the outside of the river valley to say goodbye.

He looked at the large rice fields on both sides of the track, and his brows couldn't help but frowned.

The most important material in ancient times was not gold and silver, but population.

But the population cannot grow because of the shockingly low grain yield!

Food shortage in ancient times is a problem that everyone knows.

Standing on the edge of the field, squatting down and reaching out to pick up a rice ear.

Looking at the few rice grains on it, and the shells are not full enough.

Duan Chun was thinking in his heart, how to solve the grain yield, this is the real big deal.

But how to do it?

He really doesn't understand it at all.

And food security is still a very important thing on the earth until thousands of years later!

So grain yield is not a problem that can be improved by commerce and industry alone.

Regarding grain, Duan Chun only remembers a story he had read online.

When Grandpa Yuan cultivated rice in the early 1960s.

During the rice flowering season, he used a magnifying glass to search for hundreds of thousands of rice ears.

Finally found 6 male sterile plants in 4 varieties.

Using these as materials, his team has conducted more than 3,000 breeding combination experiments!

Only then cultivated a new generation of plants with increased yield.

After continuous breeding to reach a certain quantity, the first batch of ten kilograms of new rice seeds were produced.

In that autumn, a good harvest finally came.

It seems that in a paddy field in Changsha, an amazing yield of 505 kilograms per mu was obtained!

It seems that it was already in the 1970s...

Although the truth of this story cannot be verified.

But it immediately gave Duan Chun a new idea in his mind.

Do it when you think of it, he can't waste time.

Grandpa Yuan spent more than ten years to find a new type of rice plant.

Then I must do it as soon as possible.

Can't waste a little time.

But now, the rice flowering period has passed, and I can only wait until next year to start this plan.

Duan Chun was a little disappointed and was about to turn around and leave.

But I found that many veterans were busy in the rice fields, seemingly catching mosquitoes and flies.

"Old man, what are you busy with?"

Duan Chun asked loudly with a smile.

"My subordinates pay their respects to the Major General."

"My subordinates are old and frail, and the blacksmith shop can't be of much help."

"Just come to the fields to catch bugs to ensure food for this autumn."

A veteran who was over fifty but looked like an old man in his seventies answered respectfully.

"Come up, old man."

"This junior has something I want to inquire about."

Duan Chun stretched out his hand and said.

"You don't need to be polite, Major General."

"My subordinates can come up on their own."

The old farmer smiled and jumped onto the field with a leap, and saluted Duan Chun with clasped fists.

"I'm sorry, old man."

"How many kilograms per mu can our farm produce in a year?"

Duan Chun asked with a smile.

After some questioning, the old farmer told him everything.

But Duan Chun felt even more speechless.

Although this farm is close to the river valley, there are no natural disasters.

But in this day and age, it’s not just about plant yields.

There are also the effects of soil quality and pests.

One acre of rice field only yields more than 300 kilograms.

At first, Duan Chun thought that the yield of more than 300 kilograms per mu was already very good.

But when I asked carefully, I was shocked.

Because one acre of land in this era was a large acre, which was very different from one acre of land in modern times.

In other words, one acre of land in this era is equivalent to nearly two acres of land in modern times!

The yield per mu is less than two hundred catties!

Duan Chun had come across this data before.

During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, my country's yield per mu was only about 360 kilograms.

The food production in this era is simply appallingly low!

"Major General, are you also interested in rice fields?"

The old farmer chatted with Duan Chun for a while and asked curiously.

"Junior is not interested."

"But I want to change the yield of rice fields."

Duan Chun replied.

I have made my own decision in my mind, and I must increase the yield of the rice fields.

We definitely can’t wait until next year to think about this again.