"Oh? And those who don't pay tribute? I don't know if I just laid down Langzhou City? Zhao Rui was very surprised.

"They know it, they know, but the yield per mu of their ethnic group is the highest in the nearby countryside, so they have such confidence!"

"Do we have a tribe here that is good at planting? Interesting, take me to see it. ”

Zhao Rui got up to go with Song Fengyi to have a look, but Song Fengyi was not at ease and asked Zhao Rui to bring more than a dozen cavalry.

As the heat approaches, crops can be up to three crops a year, and now is a good time to harvest and sow seeds.

The Mo clan is exactly the one that Song Fengyi said that does not pay rent, their residence lives in a vacant land surrounded by mountains, there are hundreds of countless ganlan wooden buildings, and the reason for the topography is that only a uphill passage is left, which is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack.

When Zhao Rui and the others went, there were several guards guarding them, Zhao Rui looked at the terrain and didn't take it seriously, two ** could make their mountain pass completely collapse.

Hearing that the prince had arrived, the guards at the door hurriedly went inside to report.

Because these days, there has been a lot of dispute in the family about the matter of belonging to the prince, and even the guards know a thing or two.

The younger faction admired Zhao Rui's powerful force, but the older faction felt that the family had superb farming skills and could live well without relying on anyone.

"Lord Wang, 'all old' is please! Please come with me! ”

The guards who reported rushed back after a while and brought Zhao Rui and the others in.

The Zhuang ethnic group implements the old system, which is generally held by the elderly, more prestigious old people, and the general role is to arrange production, support sacrifices, mediate disputes, and order the clansmen to abide by rules and traditions.

In front of it is the ancestral hall of the Mo clan, which is the largest building in the entire village, and it can be seen that their Mo clan has a long and continuous history.

A generous elder, with all white hair, stood upright at the entrance of the ancestral hall, nodding and smiling at Zhao Rui and the others, this is the old man of the Mo family.

"Lord Wang, old Han Moyan is polite!" The old shelf is big, and Zhao Rui walked in front of him before bowing.

"Oh? Look up for a long time, look up for a long time! Zhao Rui met another duplicate name and said with a smile.

"Hehe, the prince is too polite, the old man has prepared tea in the pergola, let's go over." Mo Yan was a little inexplicable, looking at the prince's expression as if he knew himself.

Could it be that the family group has become a thorn in his side? Mo Yan couldn't help but feel a little more cautious.

Zhao Rui walked all the way, and saw that this village was indeed richer than the others, which can be seen from the number of livestock they raised, and the manure of the livestock was still piled up at the downwind of the village, presumably used as fertilizer for the farm.

Moreover, the men, women and children in the village, whether engaged in farming or chores, are neatly dressed and smiling, which is also a manifestation of affluence in life, and there is really a feeling of "peach blossom paradise".

The so-called pergola is nothing more than a shelter erected by a few pillars, and the bamboo tables, chairs and benches are neatly arranged, and someone has already boiled water next to it to make tea.

Zhao Rui sat down to rest, looked at the fields around him, and seemed to feel that such an arrangement should be deliberate.

On the left is a rice field being harvested, with abundant ears of rice, and the farmers' faces are filled with a sense of satisfaction and joy, and they are also working with their hands and feet.

And on the right is the field where the harvest has been completed, which has yet to be leveled, and a wizard with oil paint on his face is "dancing the gods" on the ground, Zhao Rui feels rare and looks at it with interest.

Zhao Rui's every move was watched by Mo Yan, he raised his hand to add tea, and said with a smile: "That's the wizard of our clan, who can be a psychic land god, hehe, this is also a guarantee that we can have a bumper harvest year after year!" ”

Harvest year after year......

Is there such a god?

At this time, near the end of the wizard's performance, two villagers brought a bamboo basket, and the wizard used a spoon-like utensil to scoop up the black object in the basket, chanting a spell while swinging it towards the field with all his might.

Zhao Rui fixed his eyes and saw that inside the basket were the dried feces he had seen before.

Oh, it's so cow, and in the end, it's not by fertilization.

The tribal group living of the Zhuang people at this time was their traditional culture, and it was reasonable not to accept the land rent system, otherwise there would be no official position such as a local official.

China's 56 nationalities are one family, and behind China's continuous prosperity lies in tolerance and acceptance, according to later generations, it is openness, and then there is the plot of a great power, and I especially like the satisfaction of coming from all directions.

Zhao Rui himself didn't want to conquer by force, but now that he was in the village and saw the hard work of the people and the income from their hard work, he didn't want to use aggression to make them succumb.

However, it is a waste that so many people are in the mountains......

Zhao Rui got up and looked around, still discovering the future limitations of this race.

Looking at Zhao Rui's unmoved expression, Mo Yan was a little secretly annoyed, this place in Yongping Village, no matter which family comes to visit, it is more than a thumbs up admiration.

The prince's calm performance should be pretended!

"It's a pity, it......'s a pity," Zhao Rui muttered.

When the old Mo Yan heard this, his color immediately changed, and he thought that Zhao Rui was feeling sorry for the imminent destruction of this village, and hurriedly said: "Lord Wang, we will still pay a certain amount of land rent, although there are not so many regulations, after all, our people want to eat, and please be merciful to the prince's subordinates!" ”

Zhao Rui turned his head to see Mo Yan with fear and unwillingness on his face, knowing that he would be wrong, so he smiled and waved his hand.

"It's not what you think, I mean it's a shame that you people cultivate so little land!"

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly: "No, the yield per mu in our village is extremely high, and the strong man farms in the village, and the harvest is much more than the work outside!" ”

"Hehe, you're talking about before I came!"

Zhao Rui smiled and asked, "How much do you produce per mu of rice fields now?" ”

"Nearly 3 stones."

In ancient times, a stone was about 100 catties, and an acre of land was up to 300 catties of rice.

"Then do you believe that I can produce more than 7 stones per mu?"

The rice seeds that Zhao Rui bought back are excellent varieties that have been hybridized, and the rice grains are dense and full, and they can resist most of the pests and diseases, and have reached the level of about 900 catties per mu.

"No...... Don't believe ......"

Mo Yan thought to himself, isn't this? You have twice the highest yield per mu than me, how is it possible! But he was afraid that Zhao Rui would be annoyed, so he looked at his face and said carefully.

Zhao Rui was not annoyed, thought for a while and said: "Your village uses manure to make fertilizer very well, but after all, it is not as good as the seeds I brought back from the ocean, it doesn't matter if you don't believe this, you will see it with your own eyes in the future." But now I want to say that you are guarding this little field, and the population is still increasing, and there will come a day when there will be no food to eat! ”

Zhao Rui saw the key at a glance, which made Mo Yan feel a little surprised, this prince is really not the kind of official who does not distinguish between grains and grains and only knows pleasure, but he still said unconvinced: "When the time comes, we will open up the mountains again!" ”

"Of course you can, but you know better than me how hard it is to open up the mountains, and when the time comes, your people will only not be able to be so leisurely."

Zhao Rui is right, in this ancient world without modern tools, fighting with nature is often not counted.

"The land gods will bless our people!" Mo Yanwu was stubborn, obviously he didn't listen to Zhao Rui's words in his heart, and the yield of 7 stones per mu that Zhao Rui boasted about just now was too much.

Song Fengyi and Mo Yan knew each other, and according to Zhao Rui's intentions, they persuaded for a while, but it still had no effect.

So the two of them said goodbye and went home, Mo Yan took the old people in the group to the door, Zhao Rui was not worried at all, the future output will prove everything.

When he was on the road, Zhao Rui handed over the planting task to Song Fengyi, and asked him to use all the seeds he brought back, in addition to being equipped with farm fertilizer, he also had to arrange people to weed and the like.

After the instructions, just back to the house, Zhao Xiaoyi saw Zhao Rui and immediately greeted him.

"Young master, the person you brought back lost his temper in the side courtyard! Said that our food was not good, and said that we would like to eat takeaway! What is takeaway? Zhao Xiaoyi asked strangely.

I didn't see it*** It's quite picky.

Zhao Rui smiled: "It's okay, I'll take a look, takeout may be a kind of food in his hometown!" ”

Then Zhao Rui entered the side yard alone, and saw *** fiddling with the machine there, and when he saw Zhao Rui, he complained.

"Boss Zhao, what the hell are you looking for! Not only is there no electricity, but there is also no mobile phone signal, and the food is unpalatable! The little girl is quite beautiful, but she doesn't know what it is, and she doesn't even know what the takeaway is! Dressed strangely, this won't be a primitive tribe! ”

"Li Gong, you can make do with it, the conditions are so difficult, in fact, I have already taken you back to ancient times!" Since they have to get along for several years, they can't hide it, so Zhao Rui decided to tell the truth.

"Hehe......"

Rolling his eyes, he began to fiddle with the machine again.

To be honest, no one believed it, and Zhao Rui didn't care, and asked about the assembly line with a smile.

Speaking of equipment, Li Gong was excited, saying that this production line is the latest multi-caliber gun and ammunition manufacturing line in country R, which can produce 10,000 rounds of ammunition per hour when running, and it also needs to be equipped with about eight people.

It's hard to say, there are a lot of people on Zhao Rui's side.

"Boss Zhao, you can help me shake the handlebar, the power of the generator is too high, I can't shake it."

"Okay."

Zhao Rui walked to the generator and started the diesel engine without much force.

The "tuk tuk tuk ......" diesel engine emits a very regular running sound.

At the same time, the power lights of each device are also lit at the same time.

Li Gong debugged and set up on each machine, and it took half a day before the formal experimental manufacturing began.

Zhao Rui has been watching from the sidelines, but he didn't expect the process of making bullets to be so complicated!

"The people of the small R country are fine in making things, and it originally took eight people, but now it seems that five people are enough."

As the first batch of bullets made in the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Rui was so happy that he immediately took one in his hand and couldn't stop playing with it.