Raising cattle isn't just about eating grass! Today, Mao Xingjian, the scholar prince, can be regarded as a common sense lesson!

The protein, carbohydrates and calories contained in the forage are too little and too little, like the North American bison, a herbivore in the wild, in order to get enough caloric nutrition, 24 hours a day and 23 hours a day to eat, but in the hands of the prince this black-hearted landlord, he has to work twelve hours a day, and the meal time is shortened by more than half.

This is also the reason why it is difficult for the Central Plains Dynasty to organize large-scale cavalry, to support 100,000 cavalry battles, at least about 200,000 infantry are needed to bear the forage, on the battlefield, a horse eats rice grain oats, enough to catch up with the food needed by five to eight infantry, to Mao Jue here, can be a little better, because he developed one of the world's four major black soil plains of the Great Northern Wilderness, large-scale extensive planting of soybean corn, soybean oil, corn wine, Soybean meal and distiller's grains can be used as by-products to relieve the pressure of horse food.

But a large amount of distiller's grains soybean meal, he Mao Xingjian does not have it now, so he can only slow down the construction progress of the city, while continuing to hunt the herd of bison that are still grazing in the lower reaches of the Snake River Plain, while letting this big guy take a breath and eat desperately.

But in this way, the plan to plant rice and wheat and corn came to naught.

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On April 18, the sound of tinkling resounded through the Snake River Plain.

Standing on the slope of the Snake City at a higher point and looking down, a long serpentine green agricultural belt traverses several miles, the green seedlings are neatly arranged in the square field, and the huge waterwheel continues to fill the river water in the water storage canal, thousands of people go into battle, the 40,000 acres of paddy field transplanting work by the river is finally completed within ten days, these are in the autumn, it is the heavy ears of rice like gold, fragrant rice dry rice.

After the busy work of clearing the wasteland, it has become a good thing that there is no need to continue farming for the time being, so that the immigrants have time to work and busy their own lives, the men and women carried saw blades in the dense primeval forest nearby creaking and felling the fine wood, and the heavy trees were dragged back to Snake City, just on the street, under the guidance of the carpenters hired by the Chen family car factory with high salaries, the men, women and children of the entire immigrant town went into battle, broke the wood into planks, and then picked up hammers and nails, and built their own homes with tinkling and clanging, and lived in a wooden shed for half a month. They are all about to sleep out of arthritis, and it is really the most urgent wish of every family to have a house that is truly sheltered from the wind and rain.

This time, before the construction of the city, the drawings had been planned, and each family built their own yard in strict accordance with the pattern of the chessboard, although only a foundation was laid, but the neat appearance of the 800 houses made Mao Xingjian, who inherited his father's obsessive-compulsive disorder, look a lot more comfortable.

As the crown prince, he still has privileges, each out of a strong man to work for him, the center of the north of the snake city, the prince's yamen that occupies the area of eight civilian houses horizontally and vertically has also been erected out of a prototype, compared to Mao Jue's buildings everywhere, Mao Xingjian still prefers the traditional Chinese wooden palace appearance, in the middle of the homestead, the workers dug out a meter-deep foundation, inserted it with thick wooden planks around the foundation, and then filled it with clay, river sand and volcanic ash, followed by heavy stone grinding, A sturdy and warm base layer of rammed earth is laid.

This stalk is carrying a few sturdy wooden pillars of moderate thickness and sturdy logs into the foundation, and Mao Xingjian is sitting in the yard, thinking about his cattle raising plan with a sad face, on the side, Han Xiaomo, who is also suffering from a small face, wreaked out her new world report, and on the other hand, Suluk Tata was also there with his head covered and continued to read the enlightenment book "Analects", after the idea of love was broken by Mao Xingjian, The tribal prince is now interested in the culture of the Ming Dynasty that has suddenly emerged.

Accompanied by a strange tone, the buzzing sound in the yard also sounded, when he was a child, he was strict, but when he was old, Chen Jiao, who was worried about it, was really meticulous for Mao Xingjian, and the three boats that came this time actually brought a few pairs of stone mills, and the excellent soybeans produced in the Northeast were dragged back and forth by the calves, and the white soybean milk flowed out like a corner stream specially carved out by the stone mill.

"Oops, don't write it, it's annoying!"

A few lines of words were left on the news report, I don't know how many times I scratched my head, and finally Han Xiaomo threw the pen on the edge of the ink bottle in a huff, and ran out with her little brain melon.

He was already used to her nervousness, Mao Xingjian didn't even raise his head, and then thought about the matter of cattle feed, in his eyes, Han Xiaomo rushed into the kitchen, holding a garbage basket and came out, fish is still one of the staple foods here, and a big salmon's head trembled slightly on the top.

Carrying the garbage basket to the edge of the grinding plate, just below the pot of soy milk is full again, put down the mine, stop the cow, this girl is diligent carrying the soybean milk pot and ran back to the temporary construction, simple kitchen, eyes directly stopped on the grinding plate, inadvertently, Mao Xingjian's eyes fell on the meat was picked up, only the remaining salmon head bones.

"Hey, big nephew! Tomorrow's tofu! What are you doing here? ”

came out again, clapping her little hands, Han Xiaomo walked towards the grinding plate, but as soon as she was halfway there, her little face froze, and she screamed sadly when she saw Mao Xingjian, a loser, carrying fish bones and throwing them into the grinding plate.

But he still ignored her with his usual cold appearance, Mao Xingjian's eyes looked straight at the fish bones and went in, and after a while, the fish bone powder that was not too fine flowed out with the soy milk, reached out and put it between his fingers, and then reached out to his nose and smelled it, and then the prince suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Found it!"

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Snake City has a new decree, the fish scales and fish bones left over from eating fish are not allowed to be thrown away, and all these kitchen waste must be collected in the cowshed outside the city for disposal, although this decree is strange, but for the residents of Snake City, it is just a matter of walking a few more steps, but no one protests.

Rely on the water draft, every day there is a special person rowing a small boat to the salmon river to fish, fish is also one of the main dishes of Snake City, more than 3,000 people down, this tattered fish bones are really a lot, next to the cowshed, this thousands of miles to the New World The big grinding disc was unloaded here, those fish scale fish bones were stuffed into the grinding disc eye with the water, and after a while, the fishmeal that was not too fine but slimy was sprinkled out with the rotation of the grinding plate.

The two grinding discs moved together, and after a while, the two large basins were filled with this slimy fishmeal, Geng Geng Neck and Jin Lao Liu carried one basin into the livestock shed, and all of them fell into the hay trough with two sounds, and the listless Qianniu bar was still there with a big mouth, and without looking at it, he closed the chopped hay and filled it into his stomach.

This time the feeding lasted for more than an hour, and surprisingly, a few strong cows that had been filling their stomachs all the time actually burped and flapped their tails to the side.

I didn't dare to go back tonight, while grinding the fishmeal, Mao Xingjian took Suluk Tata, Han Xiaomo stared at the cow with big eyes, just like that, the night passed, and the cow who ate the fishmeal did not suddenly die without bleeding or suddenly transformed into a beautiful young cow warrior or something, but the spirit was much more energetic than yesterday, and Geng Geng Neck poured a large bucket of fishmeal with roughage cut into sections, and a group of high-horned and big-eared guys puffed out their mouths again, clicking and swallowing to their stomachs.

"Hey, it can be done! The small ones really live for a long time, and it turns out that cows can eat fish! ”

Holding the cow's nose rope for a while, Geng Geng's neck couldn't help but pat his thigh in surprise and muttered, but then he plucked his stiff-necked head again, muttering a little regretfully.

"It's a pity that there are too few."

It is indeed quite little, how much weight can fish bone scales have, the weight of a cow to eat in a day is top of ten adults, and the kitchen waste of a hundred adults can be used for a cow, and the kitchen waste of more than 3,000 people is quite a lot, and it can also supplement the concentrate feed of thirty cows, and now Mao Xingjian has two hundred and fifteen large and small bullocks on hand, and it is really not enough to eat with this little thing.

No matter how much you don't like industry and commerce, this businessman has to be a good businessman! pinched his chin and thought for a moment, and finally Mao Xingjian waved his hand helplessly.

"Nangong Bingwen, you drive a hundred cows back to the Gem Sea tomorrow, and when Shangguan Lichu comes back from the Fishy Haizi Port, take the cattle to Ma Bao again, and exchange three thousand barrels of dried fish for Gu!"

A strong cow is worth ten to twenty taels of silver in Daming, how can a bucket of dried fish have three or four taels, Mao Xingjian wants to exchange a cow for thirty buckets of dried fish, even if he is the prince, it is estimated that people will have to be scolded to death in Daming.

But in the New World is different, the north of the fishy Haizi Port next to the world's most famous Hokkaido fishing grounds, Ma Bao and others have more than ten galleons in their hands, three thousand barrels of dried fish, several times out of the sea to get out, dried fish is not valuable, but cattle can only be imported from the Old World, a live cow even eat and pull, transported to the New World, the value has to rise more than ten times, especially now the Yukon Governor's Mansion in the north is also particularly lacking in animal power to mine and dig gold, a cow for thirty barrels of dried fish, it is still Ma Bao earned.

"The subordinate obeys!"

It's not a way to spend so much money and not make money, there are now more than 100,000 taels of silver left in his hand, Mao Xingjian has to save some flowers, but all of a sudden, the hard-working and hard-working Qianniu is half gone at once, looking at Nangong Bingwen shouting and daring outward, the corners of Mao Xingjian's mouth still can't help but ache together, so he can only put his head aside, and he can't see it.

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After waiting for about a month, Geng Geng led people to drive back all the remaining cattle, pulled back the three thousand barrels of dried fish that Nangong Bingwen bought, and then ground the dried fish that had been blown through by the sea breeze to supplement the feed.

By July, a sizable wooden city had appeared neatly on the plains of this exotic continent like a chessboard.

Standing on the second floor of the newly built hall full of the smell of wood, looking down on his own city, Mao Xingjian exhaled extremely comfortably......

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