Chapter 5 Ghost He

Everything has a price, especially the X.

I originally wanted to test the combat effectiveness of the ink wolf, relying on the conceit of his own strength and the advantage of size, I thought I could easily deal with it.

But unexpectedly, I still underestimated the ink wolf who survived in the cruel environment.

That punch not only made Wang Xu lose his hair and his arm unconscious, but also woke him up to his cognition of the world, and the competition in this world is also of a fighting nature.

The hunting instinct of the ink wolf made Wang Xu's scalp still a little numb.

In the future, we must not easily use force against these barbarians, the consequences are unpredictable.

Wang Xu sat on the ground for a long time before his arm regained consciousness, looked at the wound that was already red and swollen on it, and sighed deeply.

looked at Wang Li, the sleeping Qin bigwig on the stone bed, Wang Xu decisively took out the rope from his travel bag and walked over.

"The wild way of the ink wolf is so ruthless, how dangerous is this kind of big man who has lived in a military family since he was a child." Wang Xu muttered as he tied Wang Li up.

Wang Li's figure is naturally much stronger than that of the ink wolf, excellent warrior genes, coupled with no lack of nutritional supplements since childhood, and the unique way of boiling muscles and bones in military families, makes this young man's figure comparable to that of professional boxers in later generations.

In order to avoid further physical conflicts, Wang Xu could only take advantage of the danger...

tied the rope for a dead knot, Wang Xu clapped his hands with satisfaction, measured his body temperature again, and it had begun to cool down, and it was estimated that he would not die.

But what to do with Wang Li after that is a problem.

Although Wang Li came from a prominent background, and his ancestors were all noble generals of the Qin State for three generations, but because there were no too bright deeds, he disappeared after being defeated by Xiang Yu, and there are not many records in the entire Qin and Han dynasties.

The most recorded thing is probably when Qin Shi Huang took him and his father on a tour of the east.

How can such a second-generation be served?

This made Wang Xu a little nerve-wracking, and the golden eagle jumped on Wang Xu's shoulder and tilted his head, accompanying Wang Xu in a daze.

Just when Wang Xu was frowning, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Wang Xu responded.

"The Great." Mo Lian, who was holding a plate, bowed down and walked in.

The golden eagle happily jumped off Wang Xu's shoulder, swayed his body and ran over to Mo Lian's side like a goose.

Wang Xu frowned slightly, feeling that the golden eagle seemed to be a little fat in the past few days.

"Emperor, this is the food you want." Mo Lian put the plate in front of Wang Xu.

Wang Xu looked at more than a dozen different plant fruits on the dinner plate, and could barely recognize the soybean, that is, the soybean, and the others couldn't tell what it was, and pointed to one of the grains that were suspected of being wheat and asked, "What is this?" ”

"This is a ghost." Mo Lian replied, "It is the food handed down by the ancestors of the lonely bamboo. ”

Wang Xu carefully studied this ghost grass and confirmed that it should be a native grass crop in Northeast China, smaller than rice, but larger than millet, and the color was also whitish, and it tasted a little sweet.

"What is the yield of this ghost grass planting?" Wang Xu asked.

Mo Lian blinked, "Ghost Grass is generally per mu, and it can produce one area." ”

Wang Xu raised his eyebrows slightly, this unit of measurement is a little unfamiliar, but it is still uncertain, so Mo Lian compared the weight of the first area and determined that the Guzhu Kingdom still uses the measurement standards of the Zhou Dynasty or the Xia Dynasty.

Converted into units of the Qin Dynasty, the yield of almost one mu of land is about twenty catties.

(Qin Dynasty weight (grams): 1 stone = 4 jun, 1 jun = 30 catties, 1 jin = 16 taels, 1 tael = 24 baht.)

1 stone = 30360, 1 jun = 7590, 1 jin = 253, 1 tael = 15.8, 1 baht = 0.69)

If one mu is equal to about 667 square meters, this yield is really a bit low, but without the help of the farming artifact Jin Kela, this yield should be considered good in the harsh environment of the primitive Northeast.

After all, the yield per mu of fertile land in the Han Dynasty was about 70 kilograms.

"And how many did you plant?" Wang Xu asked again.

Mo Lian's face showed sadness: "The lonely bamboo country is located in a barren place, and there is no spring water around it, so it can only be said that the seeds are sprinkled in the forest and let it grow naturally. ”

Wang Xu's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Such an acre still has this kind of yield." ”

Mo Lian nodded timidly, not quite understanding how Wang Xu reacted so much.

Northeast China in ancient times because of the climate and primeval forests, has been regarded as a wild land, until the Song and Ming dynasties to develop, but also after many population migration, such as the famous Guandong, etc., until the later founding of the country to develop the Northeast, the 'Great Northern Wilderness' developed into the 'Great Northern Granary'. ’

The fertile plains of the Northeast region later shouldered the heavy responsibility of raising half of the population of China, and this land was rich Wang Xu knew, but he didn't expect it to be so rich, this kind of unimproved original seed can have such a high yield if it is planted reasonably, it is a little unimaginable.

If this ghost grass really has such a large yield, then Wang Xu's plan has basically been completed for the most part, as long as he finds an area suitable for planting.

I also asked about other grains, except for soybeans, which were successfully domesticated, the other few were wild plants in the forest, and after Wang Xu recorded the characteristics of each plant, he prepared to study whether there was any planting space in the future.

I talked to Mo Lian until it was dark, and then it was over.

The clansmen outside lit a bonfire, and it seemed that some kind of ritual was being held under the leadership of Mokui.

"What's going on out there?" Wang Xu asked curiously.

"The monarch is sacrificing to the god of autumn, and I hope that this year's autumn will not be too cold." Mo Lian said in a respectful voice.

The Shang Dynasty was a 'god-based' dynasty, and when the gods had not yet been anthropomorphized, the Yin merchants believed in a supreme god on top of polytheistic worship, that is, the "emperor" and "god" of the oracle bone inscriptions.

The "God" of the merchant is the god who rules the three worlds of heaven, earth, and man, and is the creator and supreme lord of all things in the universe.

It not only governs the movement of the sun, moon and stars, but also the changes in nature and the harvest, blessings and misfortunes of the world. There are records in the oracle bone inscription such as "Emperor Qi Ling Wind", "Emperor Qi Ling Rain", "Emperor Qi Ling Hunger", "Emperor Qi Disaster Relief", "Emperor Blessing Food" and so on.

This is the evolution of the original human reverence for nature, and the political system of the Shang Dynasty used this phenomenon to elect the tribal patriarch as the 'emperor', as a channel for the clansmen to communicate with the gods, but because the 'emperor' had too many things to manage, the right to sacrifice and communicate was handed over to the patriarchs of the various tribes below, that is, the great witch.

Watching Mo Kui lead the people of the Guzhu clan around the fire to 'jump', Wang Xu suddenly thought of the 'jumping god' that was still popular in later generations, and it was a little god-like.

This coincidental phenomenon inspired Wang Xu's occupational disease, and he wanted to see if there was any connection between the 'jumping god' in the Northeast and the Yin Shang culture in later generations.

But without waiting for Wang Xu to think about it, Mo Kui was holding a tortoise shell in his hand, with various animal bones hanging around his neck, and when he jumped over, he collided, and he shouted the inexplicable language of the gods in his mouth, and jumped over and knelt in front of Wang Xu very strangely, which frightened Wang Xu.

"Please order the autumn god to order, this year's wind and rain are smooth! Snow Devil Retreat! Mo Kui shouted, and the people behind him also knelt on the ground and shouted.

The corners of Wang Xu's mouth twitched, originally I just wanted to come out and take a closer look at the excitement, but I didn't expect to have to participate, as a teenager who grew up under the red flag, although I don't believe in these gods and ghosts, but I have never eaten pork and seen pigs run, and the archaeological institute often invites immortals from all walks of life to ward off evil fortunes.

Wang Xu carefully recalled the appearance of an old Taoist priest who impressed him the most, and cleared his throat, "Quasi!" ”

At this moment, Wang Xu looked at his swaying shadow illuminated by the bonfire, as if he really had the temperament of a magic stick.

After Mokui's frenzied prostration, the ecstatic people returned to the bonfire and continued to dance.

"How often do you have such rituals?" Wang Xu looked at Mo Lian, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked.

"In the absence of the Emperor's guidance, the king and his subjects could only pray for the blessings of the gods by worshipping every day." Mo Lian's dark eyes flashed with a strange light, and Wang Xu was a little weak when he saw it.

"Get up, and I will lead you out of the confusion." Wang Xu looked away and said softly.

"Thank you for the emperor's grace!" Mo Lian bowed again.

Wang Xu's lips moved, and finally swallowed the words on his lips.

Although he was not used to this kind of etiquette of bowing at every turn, he knew that he had to slowly adapt to the rules of the world and then try to change it.