Mongfu.

When Meng Yi pushed open the door, a gust of wind blew in front of him, Meng Yi closed his eyes tightly, breathing in the smell of earth mixed with the breeze.

"Huh? A little stinky? ”

Meng Yi seemed to smell a fishy smell, followed by a very, very cheap voice, which became clearer and clearer from far to near.

"Young master, you're back, you want to die."

Hearing this voice, Meng Yi shuddered suddenly, this is obviously a man's voice, why is the tone so sissy?!

"Is it ......?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Hao Jian twisted his orchid finger in his hand, twisted his waist, and ran up with eight characters, looking like a pseudo-girl.

Seeing him, Meng Yi suddenly felt that his stomach was turning upside down, and he almost vomited out the overnight meal, damn it, Hao Jian's goods are simply not temperate at all, the man on his body is covered by the fragrance of rouge powder, and now he is even more disgusting than a eunuch.

Vomit!!

Meng Yi vomited for a while, pointed at Hao Jian and said: "You are ten meters away from Young Master Ben, gay is gay, no man or woman, no wonder Young Master Ben smells the stench, the co-author is emitted by you." ”

"I'm disgusted, how can the young master say that, the carefulness of people's hearts will not be able to stand it." Hao Jian said very sissyly.

"Palm!!"

Meng Yi glared at Hao Jian angrily, since he was not in the house, this thing has developed in the direction of a woman and will never return.

"Humph! The young master is so ruthless, you don't have a house this year, people don't think about tea, you look forward to the young master's return day and night, and you don't pity people at all. Hao Jian pouted and sold cuteness.

Meng Yi only felt that seeing this product had internal injuries, a beautiful woman's coquettish cuteness could make a man's heart melt, but seeing a rough man coquettish with himself was no longer called coquettishness, it was disgusting.

"Little, do you know what Young Master Ben wants to say the most when he sees you?" Meng Yi said with a look of disgust.

"The young master is so annoying, if you want to talk about love, just say it directly, and ask people, people are shy." Hao Jian said awkwardly.

"Whew!"

Meng Yi spat on his face, how could this thing be so shameless, he wanted to know what he had experienced this year?!

"Young Master Ben just wants to say one word when he sees you, disgusting open the door to disgusting, disgusting home."

"I hate it, people beat you in the chest with their little fists." Hao Jian hit Meng Yi in the chest with that soft fist.

Meng Yi had goosebumps all over his body, who could throw this thing out.

"Xiao Yu, throw this product into the water tank to give him a sober and fresh mind."

With a bang, Xiang Yu appeared out of thin air, couldn't help but say, lifted Hao Jian up, and threw him into the water tank at once.

Looking at Hao Jian, who had become a chicken in the soup, Meng Yi said: "Give you half a day, if you still look like this, Lao Tzu will castrate you and send it to the palace with his own hands." ”

Hao Jian's crotch tightened, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything more.

……

There is a good saying, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennels, and the feeling of returning home is different, or the familiar bed, the familiar door, the familiar face and the familiar money.

Since Meng Yi sold the method of refining coarse salt to major salt stores, the details of the accounts that enter the house every day are dazzling, and it can be said that the Meng family is definitely rich today.

Money is something outside the body, and after Meng Yi checked the accounts, he found that there were four million taels in the accounts, and the treasury of the Qin State was only three million taels.

However, Meng Yi did not put the money in the account room to get moldy, but took out 300,000 taels and gave it to the subordinates in the house.

On average, the subordinates received a thousand taels each.

This number, for an ordinary person, even if he has ten lifetimes, he can't earn so much.

Now Meng Yi has spent a lot of money and distributed it to his subordinates, and each person gets a thousand taels, which is more than two years of being the emperor's assistant.

The subordinates who got the money can be said to be grateful to Meng Yi, and as soon as this news came out, they envied the descendants of many mansion families.

Many people came to the Mongolian Mansion to apply, but unfortunately the Mongolian Mansion did not accept any of them. Now that the Mongolian Mansion is rich, even the subordinates feel very dignified when they walk on the street.

When asked where they worked, they would proudly say, "The contemptible people are engaged in the Mongols." ”

As a result, countless envious eyes were cast on the scene.

This money is nothing to Meng Yi, but it is precisely with this money that everyone is even more desperate for Meng Fu.

Back in the study, Meng Yi wanted to finish the drawings of the "waterwheel", but as a result, he suddenly remembered something.

"Little!!"

Meng Yi shouted out the door.

Boom!

The door was slammed open, and Hao Jian stood straight and replied in a loud voice: "The little one is here." ”

"What about the rice I planted in my backyard?"

At the beginning, before Meng Yi left Xianyang, he had planted a piece of rice in the backyard, and he had been away for a year, so he must have seen the results.

After that, Meng Yi didn't care to listen to him, and ran straight to the backyard.

……

Xianyang Palace, Inner Court.

After the dispersal of the dynasty, Ying Zheng returned to the study to correct the chapters in various places, leaving Feng Quji, Yao Jia, Dun Qiao and others to assist in the processing.

Before I knew it, it was late at night, and when the first emperor put down the pen in his hand, he stretched lazily and said, "Zhuqing has worked hard, let's rest for a while." ”

After correcting the recital for a day, I'm really tired.

"Your Majesty, it's okay for us to be tired, but it's not good if the people of the world are tired." Feng Qujian said.

The First Emperor sighed and said, "Alas! But the prime minister is talking about food shortages? ”

Due to the poor harvest and food shortage of the people, the people in many places could not eat at all, and the grain in the granary was basically running out.

This year can be described as an eventful year, with frequent disasters all over the country, which gave the First Emperor a headache.

Of course, the first priority is to solve the food problem.

"The rice planted in counties and counties in various counties is either not high-yielding, or affected by natural disasters, or eaten by insects, so to speak, this year, the people can not even be self-sufficient."

I learned about these things from the recitals that came from all over the world.

"The people take food as the sky, if the people don't have enough to eat, I'm afraid that there are good things to provoke from it, and it is easy to gather people to make trouble." Feng Qujian said.

Originally, the imperial levy tax was serious enough, but now that they can't even eat, the common people will really rebel.

"I know this truth, but if the sky is not beautiful, how can I conjure food out of thin air?"

There was no harvest in the field, and the rice planted was either sick and dead, or died of drought, or did not become a grain of rice, so to speak, the people of the entire empire were in a predicament.

"This is difficult, rice cultivation is based on the sky, if you can cultivate rice without disease, but also full of grains, and large yield."

Judging from the situation in various counties and counties, the main reason for the shortage of grain is that the yield of rice is too low, which is not enough to satisfy the common people.

If it is possible to cultivate rice with a large yield, then the next thing will naturally be solved.

"It's light, how can there be such rice in the world?"

The First Emperor and others fell into deep thought, now that the drought in Shanghe County has not been solved, and the food problems in various places have come one after another.

"I will find another way to deal with this matter, and as for the lack of food in various places, you are not allowed to talk about it, otherwise I will punish you." The First Emperor said.

If the news spreads, it will cause panic, and people with good deeds like to obstruct it, incite emotions, and cause civil uprisings.

"Wow!!"

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Mongfu.

Meng Yi stood in the backyard, looking at the small pond he had cultivated a year ago, and the tender green rice seedlings in it were impressively attracted to his eyes, full of vitality.

Hao Jianhe said with a smile: "Young master, since you left, the little one has not dared to be negligent, the rice has been harvested for a while, and these seedlings were left behind." ”

Not to mention, Hao Jian's guy looks a little cheap, but he is still more concerned about what Meng Yi left behind.

"Been in it for a while? How's the yield?! ”

Meng Yi asked, he wanted to know how much the yield of the "hybrid rice" he had developed was and whether it had improved?!

Hao Jian said proudly: "It's not a lot, there are almost more than ten stones of rice in one acre of land." ”

Ten stones?!

Meng Yi was stunned, he knew that even if the harvest was good, an acre of land would produce a maximum of 2.7 stones, but after listening to Hao Jian's words, he would still be surprised.

This is not much, it is a lot of good or not, the hybrid rice developed by Meng Yi is nearly four times higher than the usual rice yield.

Although it is not much by today's standards, it was definitely a bumper harvest at the time.

"Are you serious?!"

"If the little one has half a lie, he is willing to suffer the punishment of flogging." Hao Jian said with rare seriousness.

Meng Yi reclaimed three acres of land in the backyard, and after the harvest, there were more than 30 stones, which was almost 10 stones per acre, which was very easy to calculate.

The results of hybrid rice made Meng Yi very happy, he really admired the old man Yuan Longping, if he didn't get inspiration from the old man, he would not have succeeded in cultivating hybrid rice.

"Old Man Yuan, you are really my great fortune star." Meng Yi prayed to the sky, hoping that a person like the old man who was a god could live a long life.

Hao Jian was not surprised when he saw Meng Yi say something strange.

Hybrid rice and waterwheels, if these two things are combined, then Meng Yi can cultivate rice in the mountains. In the past, rice was mostly cultivated in low-lying and watery areas, but most of these fields were more expensive, and the fields without water in the mountains were cheaper.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi immediately said: "Little cheap, immediately find all the tooth shops in Xianyang City." ”

"What are you doing with so many teeth?"

"Young Master Ben wants to buy all the mountains in Xianyang City."

"All?"

Hao Jian was dumbfounded, could it be that the young master's loser nature began to make trouble again?