The sense of accomplishment brought to Xiong Jing by having a chicken and a duckling was only for a moment, and even the artificial insemination of a horse could not make him come to his senses. After three years on the throne and three years of conquest, the state of Chu urgently needs to recuperate and recuperate in order to fully popularize new technologies, so as to truly enhance its national strength. It's just that the wars of this era are year after year, battle after battle, and the Qin State will never stop if you are not defeated.

At this moment, he seemed to have felt the torment of King Zhao Xiaocheng. According to Lian Po, Zhao Guo is not short of grain, but it costs too much, and at the same time, the Qin people are undying characters. They don't care about winning or losing a battle, they pursue victory in an all-out war. If, as Britain and France believed during the First World War, the war would end in a few months, they would be dragged to death completely.

Although the state of Chu continued to win victories, it was being dragged down by the state of Qin little by little. The price of millet is extremely high, the prices are soaring, the soldiers are tired, and the people ......are poor, and even if they are not defeated, the Chu State will riot because of famine. I wonder how this damn war can end?

"Your Majesty, please look." Yin Taoshu, the governor of the Concrete Mansion, held a clay pot containing Polante cement, which had just been scooped out of a bucket of cement. The fineness of cement has previously been specified by Xiongjing, which must be less than 0.1 mm.

"It's fine." Touching the cement in the clay pot, Xiong Jing can feel the fineness of the cement, and there are no coarse grains in the front basin. "Could it be a little more detailed?" He was still not satisfied. In the end, the finer the cement, the better.

"Your lord, no matter how detailed the rules are, they need to be sharpened again, and it costs money." Tao Shu replied that he could fully understand that cement was not burned, but ground out. This is already very fine, and no matter how fine it is, I am afraid that it will not be possible with existing equipment.

"How much does a ton cost?" Xiong Jing asked. With a few flicks of his fingers, he washed his hands in the copper basin brought by the temple people.

"The cost of grinding it with water is not expensive, and one ton can be less than a thousand dollars." Tao Shu replied, he saw that Xiong Jing was a little unconvinced, and said: "Cement calcination is no different from iron smelting, but raw clinker needs to be finely ground." The water mill uses more water power and does not waste manpower. The secretary thought that in ten years, the cost of building the water mill was 300 yuan per ton. ”

"Three hundred?" Xiong Jing knew that this was the amortization of fixed assets, but he didn't know how many tons of cement could be produced in a year by the water mill in the Concrete House.

"There are ten water mills built in Jiming Mountain in the northwest of Lu County, which can grind eight tons of raw clinker per day and produce three tons of cement per day." Tao Shu said.

"Three tons a day, a thousand tons a year?" Xiong Jing was taken aback, there was so much cement, but he soon felt that it was too little and too little, and the output of a small cement factory in later generations was 2,000 tons a day, and he was only 1,000 tons a year. "Not enough."

Xiong Jing's tone at first was surprised, and when Tao Shu was a little complacent, he didn't say enough, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"How much does the king think a year should be produced?" Gong Yin Dao squinted his eyes, he also felt that the cement output was too small.

"At least 10,000 tons." Xiong Jing thought of the cities to be built, and roughly estimated a number that he didn't know if it was more or less.

"Your lord, I think five thousand tons is enough." Feng Ren said. "The method of building a house with concrete pillars, the minister has tried it according to the method taught by the king, and the city is built by this method, and only 3,000 tons of cement are needed to build a city of forty miles."

"Three thousand tons?" Xiong Jing looked at him, "Three thousand tons is enough?" ”

"It's enough to build a city." Feng Renjiao is very serious. "The king gave it the bone of great iron, and the concrete pillar as the frame, and filled it with bricks and stones. Three thousand tons of cement are enough for large and small cities. After the city was built, the city was four feet eight feet high and four feet wide, and there were two layers of places to hide soldiers in the wall. ”

Feng Renjiao is talking about the frame room of the later generations, three meters high, three floors are nine meters, plus the height of the female wall, that is four feet and eight feet. The frame is built with red bricks, and the outer brick wall of the bottom layer needs to be thicker, and the second and third layers are not so exquisite. Xiong Jing didn't know much about architecture, and he didn't know how to calculate it.

"How many tons of iron do you need?" He asked again with interest.

"There's a lot of iron." Only 20% of the concrete is cement, and the rest is sand and stones. Rebar is rebar, and nothing else can be mixed with it. "The minister estimated that it would cost 6,000 tons."

"Six thousand tons?" Xiong Jing thought about it, but didn't think too much. After all, it is a city with a circumference of forty miles.

"The king, the minister thinks that if you don't build a place to hide the soldiers, there will be less cement and iron." Feng Ren admonished.

"How less?" Xiong Jing said as he walked, the front is a single-room frame room built by the Feng people, of course, one floor is called a room, two floors are called a building, this is already a building. It is one level higher than the royal palace.

"The minister thought that the place where the soldiers were built needed an extra floor, and two floors were two floors. The city is four feet eight feet high and has three floors. If it can be reduced by two, the cost of cement and iron can be reduced by at least half. "Feng Ren said.

"Half the savings?" Xiong Jing looked at him in disbelief. Thinking about the frame structure house (this is the concrete building he is most familiar with), the more he thinks about it, the more reasonable he feels. How many floors have to be poured in the frame structure house, but only one floor of the city wall is enough, why do you need two floors in the middle? Just a pile of concrete columns, pour some beams between the columns, and pour a layer of the top floor on the top.

"Hmm." He nodded slowly, understanding the meaning of the seal.

"The king is wise." Feng Ren laughed. "The minister thought that another wall of concrete about two feet high should be built on the outside of the city. With the solidification of concrete, the city will be impregnable, and it will not be afraid of flooding. The minister asked the king's ministers to fill the gap in the north wall of Chen Ying. ”

The flooding of Chen Ying by the Qin people caused the rammed earth to collapse, and at that time, Feng Renjiao proposed to repair the city with cement. At that time, this was unrealistic, and now that Chen Ying is in the hands of the Chu army, it is not difficult to repair the city.

"How much cement is left?" Xiong Jing asked Tao Shu.

"Your lord, there are still three hundred tons." It took a lot of time to load the water truck, and it took a lot of time to debug the water mill. The water mill only started normal production in February this year.

"Stay." Thinking of the big battle in three or four months, Xiong Jing said. Then he stopped thinking about the advantages of building a city of concrete, but about war and immigration. It's just that it is indispensable to inspect the Mansion and Jutie Mansion, and the production base outside the Jutie Mansion has begun to mass-produce iron wire in small quantities, and the women who can be female celebrities who migrated from Pingyu and Chen Ying are all weaving chain mail in the other courtyard.

The most difficult thing about chain mail is riveting, the interface must be knocked flat and punched, then burned red with thinner wire through the round hole, and finally knocked to make the two ends thick. It's a very small job, and the woman has the spirit of embroidery, and it's best to do this kind of work. The only thing that may be unaccustomed is that the wire must be burned red first, so a small charcoal basin is placed on each case, and the riveted wire is baked on it in order of proximity.

"How long does it take to set a suit of armor?" Xiong Jing looked at it for a long time and didn't see how many armor clothes he made.

"Your Majesty, if a set of armor is compiled by one person, it will take ten months." Ou Chou stood aside and replied to the iron official Kong Su.

"Can you make up geometry in January?" Xiong Jing took a look at the courtyard where the armor was knitted, and the rows were full of women.

"The king, there are only more than 100 per month." Kong Su replied. "Yi Hou ordered us to wait for the armor to be ...... because of the importance of ring armor"

"Yes. This armor is time-consuming, and the armor is very expensive. "In ten months, even if you don't count the raw material salary, it will be three or four thousand yuan, how can there be a ring piece of armor to save trouble, and skilled workers can rivet a ring piece of armor in one day, so the army is currently only distributing a small amount of chain mail, and making every effort to produce ring piece armor, with the aim of making all 300,000 Chu troops wear armor.

"The King, please." Kong Su, who was walking in front, suddenly changed his direction and led Xiong Jing into a remote courtyard. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Xiong Jing saw the temple people, and then a group of princesses smiled and bowed to themselves.

"Meet Brother Wang." Mi Xuan stood at the front, naïve, she didn't know the troubles of the world at all.

"No courtesy." Yingdu has been completely mobilized, and the people of the palace maid temple have also been sent by Concubine Zhao to weave armor. The princesses were also in a panic, and they all ran here to join in the fun. This is also their careful thinking, which is to make a set of armor for their future husbands.

"Brother Wang, I heard that King Qin is angry and is coming to eat defeat again." Mi Li is sensible and well-behaved, and the 800,000 army of Qin, Wei and Han seemed to have been defeated by her.

"Brother Wang will definitely let the Qin people return defeated." This time it was not a meeting on the Wule Stage, all the princesses of the entire Chu Palace gathered here, and in addition, the daughters and sons of various clans also gathered here. The warbler and the swallow swallow have a crisp voice, and the whole yard is full of their orchid fragrance. Xiong Jing listened and listened to the whole body crispy, and looked at the eyes of the dazzling. He had only one thought in his heart at the moment: death would protect these beauties, and he would never let any of Zhao Zheng's guys take them to Afang Palace.

"Brother Wang?" Mi Xuan pushed over, she was her own sister, and only she dared to do anything to the king of Chu.

"Hmm..."Xiong Jing came back to his senses. He didn't believe that any beauty needs green leaves like flowers, and the beauties are piled together, looking at the white jade-like arms, slightly bulging crisp breasts, and a small waist that Yingying holds, the youthful limbs and innocent eyes almost want him to melt here.

"May I ask Brother Wang, can a person with the same surname really marry four generations away?" Or Mi Li spoke, she is about to be eighteen years old, and if she doesn't marry again, I'm afraid that no prince will be willing to marry her in the future.

"Doctor Yin Yanli said so, I don't know." Xiong Jing unceremoniously let the doctor Yin take the blame, he knew Mi Li's worries, and said: "If you don't return to the palace, you will issue a royal order, and a woman must be eighteen years old before she can get married." ”

"Brother Wang, why is this so?" The princesses looked at it like quails, their eyes wide open, and they were very curious.

"Fifteen and Ji, sixteen pregnant children, too young." Xiong Jing looked at the princesses and daughters in front of him, and there were a few good-looking ones who didn't know their names. "The baby born, three out of ten, is easy to give birth to ribs when they are born, and the wives do not love them, how can you bear to wait for the ribs to come out when you give birth? Although the doctor Yin has a method of disemboweling the child, he must not be in a hurry. ”

"Brother Wang." The women involuntarily leaned over, and even if they said such a thing under the sun, they felt frightened from the bottom of their hearts.