Phi Island.

"You're quite prosperous here!"

Yang Xin said with a smile.

This small island is indeed very prosperous, after all, it is already the center of this smuggling, even the wild boar skin actually has a lot of trade with Mao Wenlong, Phi Island's own sailor is actually a smuggling fleet, and he is also a part-time businessman, Shen Shikui is in charge of this fleet.

They procured goods from Dengju, and merchants from North Korea came to trade.

Or directly to the Wa Kingdom.

Under the banner of selling to Liaodong or Li Liang's controlled areas, and even some of them are still in the name of Phi Dao munitions, but this is approved by Yang Xin, for this kind of lonely enemy, if you want to give people the motivation to work, they must have enough benefits to make money.

Besides, Mao Wenlong actually gave him a share.

It is Mao Wenlong who sells ordnance to wild boar skins, he turns a blind eye, and at most he can't sell guns, after all, Mao Wenlong doesn't sell them, and the Koreans can also make them themselves, in short, except for food, everything else is sold casually, only food and the like are strictly prohibited, which can be said to be an iron law. Not only Mao Wenlong's fleet, but also other merchants doing business on Phi Dao had to abide by the fact that whoever dared to sell a grain of rice or a pound of other food to wild boar skins would be killed by Yang Dudu mercilessly.

But no one dared.

After all, even Mao Wenlong himself didn't know how many of Yang Xin's spies he had.

"It's all up to the Governor to cultivate."

Mao Wenlong said with a smile on his face.

"It's all your own brothers, so there's no need to talk about this nonsense, but in the past few years, you have only been doing business, and you seem to have forgotten your business, right?"

Yang Xin said.

This feint attack on Zhenjiang was obviously perfunctory.

Mao Wenlong got a total of 5,000 people, landed at Langtou and then fought a small-scale field battle with Jiannu who stayed in Zhenjiang, destroyed a small fort on the front guard by the way, brought back 200 heads, and reported the good news of destroying 1,000 enemies and turning into victory and then went home.

They're playing Cole.

It's not just them, these guys in Liaodong are playing Kou.

Zu Dashou is also playing Kou.

This can be understood by looking at whether he lost a family Ding, Zu Dashou lost a thousand, but the Zu family and the Wu family's family did not lose any of them, in fact, they did not enter the battlefield at all, that is, the forward 5,000 people were ambushed and defeated, and then his main force was also withdrawn. As for the beheading of two hundred, it was actually the slaughter of a Jiannu Zhuangzi who didn't have time to run, and it was even likely that it was the cannon fodder of the Eight Banners North Korea, deliberately thrown outside to lure him into the bait, but the person who designed the cloth pocket for him probably didn't expect him to run so quickly, and the result was just to ambush his forward.

Zhao Shujiao and Oba Daiqing are also playing Kou.

With 12,000 cavalry, they bombarded the Jiannu mountain outside the city for a few days, but the two did not attack strongly, and they did not bypass the core area of Jiannu behind the attack.

They can do it.

But they only attacked in this obviously perfunctory way.

Only Sun Chuanting is not playing Kou.

So he attacked at any cost, but these people are all playing Kou, and this is inevitable, it can't be said that they are not loyal to the emperor, even if Zu Dashou is still a little loyal, let alone Zhao Shujiao. But they are also very clear that all their prosperity and wealth are actually based on the existence of wild boar skin, without wild boar skin, there will be no good life for them, once the wild boar skin is solved, the civil officials of the court will not hesitate to let them go home to retire.

Zhao Shujiao still wants to continue to guard the silver mine and transport silver to his home every year?

Mao Wenlong still wants to smuggle and make a fortune?

Zu Dashou still wants to continue to eat hundreds of thousands of empty salaries every year.

Dream on!

It's good not to find an excuse to settle accounts after the fall.

Don't those officials in the household department know who killed the civil official who was said to have died in the Jiannu ranger in the first place? It's just that it's not convenient for people to settle accounts with them now.

All very smart.

"Governor Mingjian, the last general is indeed slacking off."

Mao Wenlong hurriedly said.

"Okay, I'll just say that."

Yang Xin didn't say much.

The generals of the Ming Dynasty are not all like Qi Jiguang who really serve the country and the people, and what is the ending of Qi Jiguang for the country and the people, these generals also see it very clearly, Li Chengliang, who has played with Kou all his life, has played to generations of dignitaries, and Qi Jiguang, who has served the country and the people, has nothing to gain. It can be said that if you don't change the principle of treating generals in the Ming Dynasty, it is impossible to avoid them from playing Kou, and he can't solve this problem at present, since this is the case, let's fool around first.

All he can do now is a Ming pastemaker.

Yang Ergui left Phi Dao.

When he arrived in Gegu, it was almost close to the autumn harvest.

"At least four stones, at least four stones per mu used to yield three stones, and those who used to produce four stones per mu even ran for six stones, this thing is simply a miracle, and the yield of one mu increased by at least thirty percent."

Mrs. Yang said excitedly.

She was talking about guano.

Although it has not been harvested yet, the yield of the rice field in front of me can be estimated at a glance, the heavy rice ears are too eye-catching, not to mention Mrs. Yang during this time, even Xu Guangqi and Sun Chengzong have come to see the Yang family's land, and the most productive field has been estimated to have a yield of seven stones.

This production is a dizzying number for the north.

You must know that the north does not use stone.

In the north, when calculating the yield per mu, there is no need to use stone, because it is not worth using stone at all, it is all used with buckets, at most it is because there are few stones, and some of the stones are simply large acres. If calculated according to the standard mu, the yield per mu of a single crop of millet in the north and the water irrigated in a normal year is within two stones, and if there is no water to irrigate, the yield per mu of those pure dry fields can be as low as two or three buckets. There are indeed four or five stones for planting rice, but it has to be a very rare paddy field, such as Yang Xin's pure paddy field, the yield per mu can reach more than four stones, but the seven-stone level is also the top in the south!

What's more, Yang Xin is also two seasons.

Soon he will have to plant wheat here, and he will not even need to plough the harvested rice fields, but will directly sprinkle wheat seeds in the field and shovel out the drainage ditch with a shovel, and then cover the wheat seeds with the shoveled soil, and the wheat harvest in this land will still be at least two stones next summer.

"Xu Gong!"

Yang Xin said to Xu Guangqi.

"What the old man wants to do the most is actually done by you."

Xu Guangqi said.

"Yang Dudu, you can't enjoy this good thing exclusively!"

Sun Chengzong said.

"Yang never thought of enjoying it exclusively, but I am not ready to cheapen my own benefits to others, and there is more than one island with guano on the sea, who wants to be able to produce thousands of catties per mu in a mediocre manner, then dig it yourself."

Yang Xin said proudly.

He won't be cheap to the northern gentry, Huangweiyu is a big place, and the annual output can meet his several reclamation areas, at most, plus the militia areas around Changzhou, it is impossible to provide it for others. Whoever wants to dig it himself, but those gentry may not have this awareness, after all, the upfront investment of this thing is a bit large, not only to have a fleet but also to have cheap coolies.

Sun Chengzong is just saying it, everyone knows that this kind of good thing will not be cheap for others.

"But there's one thing you should share, right?"

He said.

As he spoke, he also looked at Mrs. Yang.

Yang Xin looked at his wife......

"It's corn, our own breeding, planted in the mountainous dry fields, with a yield of more than 60 catties per mu, and it is planted in rotation with wheat, and the latter also harvested almost four or five buckets, and the two things add up to make the mountainous dry fields double cropping, and the yield per mu is close to one stone.

But we breed by ourselves, and there are only a few breeding fields, and the seeds are not enough.

Besides, planting in the mountains is just an experiment.

The corn we grow in the dry fields around here can reach 120 catties, plus a season of wheat or more than two stones, we have not yet applied this kind of fertilizer, and I am afraid that after applying fertilizer, we may be able to exceed 200 catties, since this is the case, of course, we will plant our own first. Even if we give seeds to others, it is a waste for them to take them back and plant them on those thin lands, and they will harvest so much in a year, it is better for us to plant them here and sell them to the capital, not to mention that Chen Yujie also wants to plant them, and is still waiting for us to supply him with seeds. ”

Mrs. Yang said.

This is not unreasonable, but the main reason is that Mrs. Yang does not want her own things to be cheaper for others.

Corn is also a good thing.

In fact, the Yang family's reclaimed land, whether it is rice or corn, or even wheat and sweet potatoes, are directly supplied to the capital, and even the palace eats the grain here, including corn, which is also supplied to the palace.

Polenta is also popular.

What's more, Chen Yujie and Cao Wenzhao have already proposed to plant this in their place.

Although this yield is not as good as sorghum.

But sorghum really doesn't like to be eaten, that is, to fool those Mongolian herdsmen, but now Mongolian herdsmen don't like to eat it either, and corn is different, which is in line with normal taste.

"Then don't give them the seeds here, our Yang family will send people to set up seed control stations in various places, starting with the local health stations, each of which will have a seed control station, and our Yang family will treat the seeds locally, and the seeds will be given priority to these military households."

Yang Xin said.

That's it.

In this way, the two-cropping system can be promoted on a large scale in the north, at this time, that is, those watered fields can achieve two cropping, and there are two years and three cropping, but with corn, of course, at the same time, it must be promoted together with the promotion of sweet potatoes, plus these two, it is completely possible to achieve a stable two-cropping. At this time, the yield of corn in the extensive planting of ordinary dry fields is indeed very low, sixty catties is a very standard number, and in fact, the real large-scale popularity will definitely be lower.

This is not an exaggeration, at the end of the Qing Dynasty, corn had a yield of 30 catties per mu.

Thirty pounds is fine.

Thirty catties is also the annual output of many fields in the north.

Two or three buckets of fields are not uncommon.

In other words, agriculture in the north is indeed a tragedy, the north and the south are completely like two worlds, even if the south goes to the field, it usually has to produce per mu in the north, and the middle field in the south has to be in the north. However, corn and sweet potatoes can be harvested twice a year to make the yield per mu of these northern fields reach the level of the middle field, and even slightly exceed the level of the middle field, which allows those farmers in the dry field areas to really rely on growing grain and not starve to death.

Of course, it depends on the landlord's temperament.

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