Chapter 100: The Eye-popping Abundance

In the way of the other, give back to the other.

The message conveyed by these eight words seems simple, but it is actually a very test of the intelligence of the receiver of the message.

The Zhu family and Qiu He are naturally smart people with high IQs, and even with such ambiguous orders, they can reasonably deduce the best way to execute them.

If you want to lead out a cautious Donghu prince, you have to act more cautiously than him, and then inadvertently come up with something that interests him, so that you can follow the idea of this smart person and let the other party relax their vigilance and fall into the trap.

That is to say, being smart is being mistaken by being smart.

The sickle is the best bait.

The sickle is not only a symbol of the mastery of iron-smelting technology, but also a tool that can increase the efficiency of harvesting countless times.

This kind of efficiency, which relies on stone tools and bare hands to harvest the mushroom, is completely incomparable.

More than a dozen sickles brought by the Zhu family were given to Zhou Kuan by Qiu He.

After seeing the role of the sickle, Zhou Kuan was very happy and rewarded Qiu He with a lot of silk.

Although Bai Dibu has retreated to Liaodong, he still retains his hobby of bronze and silk symbolic luxuries in the Central Plains.

However, after Zhou Kuan got the sickle, he did not use it as a harvesting tool, but hid it as a new type of weapon, which made Qiu He a headache.

"A bunch of uninformed villagers." Qiu He held his forehead and scolded in a low voice.

The Zhu family, dressed as a Linhu warrior, was still elegant, sitting by the window, drinking flower tea unhurriedly, and holding Zhou's collection of books and bamboo slips, "Hundred smelting iron, not to mention in the barbarian land, even in the Central Plains, it will not be reduced to the point of harvesting tools, after all, not everyone has the knowledge and experience of the emperor." ”

"The emperor said that this is called the disease of poverty, the more you hide and tuck the good things, the poorer you will be, the good things are used, the more you use them, the more you hide them, the more you don't have them." Qiu He said with a chuckle.

"This is not like the truth of the world." The Zhu family narrowed their eyes and glanced at the tall and majestic figure outside the courtyard, "That Miss Zhou family is looking for you again." ”

Qiu He rolled his eyes: "Let's just say that I suffer from the cold." ”

"Since there is no breakthrough from Zhou Kuan, let's change the target." The Zhu family smiled, "Anyway, our purpose is to show the effect of the sickle to Murong Qian and show the richness and advancement of the Lin Hu Department." ”

"What is Mr. Zhu's plan?" Qiu He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You go and walk with Miss Zhou." The Zhu family grinned.

"Stepping on the yellow?" Qiu He was stunned, and after realizing it, he stood up from the stone bench with a bitter face, tidied up his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, put on a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, and pushed the door out.

The Zhu family looked at Qiu He's appearance of coaxing the majestic Miss Zhou family, and unconsciously remembered another peerless beauty who was known for her beauty and proficient in the way of vertical and horizontal shutting.

Long Yangjun.

The Zhu family once saw Long Yangjun's demeanor when he was young, and he is indeed a rare beauty in the world, but what is more attractive than his beauty is his talent and wisdom.

When Long Yang Jun sent an envoy to Lu for Wei Wang'an, Lu Guo undoubtedly did not have a good impression of this envoy from the king to the subject, even if some of the great Confucians who spurned Long Yang Jun's private style at that time had to be subdued by the other party after contact with Long Yang Jun.

And Long Yangjun's biggest weapon is not only beauty and affinity, but also his words when intersecting with people, whatever he hears, no matter whether people say good or bad things, when it comes to Long Yangjun's mouth, it will become what others love to hear.

Qiu He seems to be this kind of person, but it may be because of his status or lack of knowledge accumulation, Qiu He is still mainly flattering, but this method is naturally used to coax women.

Zhou Hong'er, the young lady of the Zhou family, almost without hesitation, agreed to accompany Qiu He to 'step on the yellow', and a huge carriage went out from the Zhou family's mansion, followed by nearly 100 guards.

"He Lang, now there are dirty and smelly slaves outside the city and there is nothing to see about the unharvested Rongshu, why don't we go to the East Bay to have a look, I heard that there are strange beasts in the sea over there recently, maybe you can also see the scene of the present life of the sacred mountain, I heard that at this time of year, the overseas sacred mountain will appear." Although Zhou Hong'er looks majestic, her voice is as tactful as a lark, which forms a strong inverse proportion to her figure.

Qiu He silently rubbed the goosebumps on his arm, and kept a smile on his face, "Miss Hong'er doesn't know that in fact, she is also looking for a bunch of good seeds, according to legend, whenever Rong Shu is ripe, there will be a bunch of God-given good seeds, and other Rong Shu is ripe, but it is still green and remarkable, and the seeds are left after harvesting, and the next year can make the grain god bless and increase the yield by half." ”

Zhou Hong'er's greasy eyes stared at Qiu He, "Really?" And this kind of thing? It's almost time for Rong Shu to erode, and there are still green and unwithered seeds? ”

"I also heard that only a bunch of 10,000 acres of land may appear, and Lin Hu doesn't have that much land, so I want to see if you can meet Xiangrui here." Qiu He said with a smile.

"This kind of auspiciousness is indeed extraordinary, but if the grain production increases, we may have to hunt down slaves again, otherwise it will be too wasteful." Zhou Hong'er looked at the golden fields outside the carriage and sighed, "Every year, at least ordinary grain is too late to be harvested, and after the autumn rains, it will all be broken and wasted, pity these slaves, if they can harvest successfully, they can also live a stable winter." ”

Qiu He glanced at Zhou Hong'er and said with a smile, "Miss Hong'er is really kind. ”

Zhou Hong'er smiled gently, "I just can't see that in the early spring every year, there are so many slaves who freeze to death outside the city, and the smell is extremely bad after burning, and I can't eat for several days." ”

Qiu He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and sneered, "Did you go to the Zhou family's field?" ”

"Well, from here to the east, it's all." Zhou Hong'er looked at the stone monument standing outside and nodded.

"Go, and look for a good seed for the king." Qiu He raised his eyebrows at the Zhu family outside.

The Zhu family nodded, and led their men to the field, and the Zhou overseers expelled a large number of slaves to make room for them.

More than 30 royal soldiers who had already been able to skillfully use the sickle to harvest the Rong Shu, like bulldozers, cut piece by piece, and soon formed a unique landscape in the field.

Zhou's trip is naturally able to attract the attention of others outside the city.

Although the Bai Di Department is respected by the Zhou Sang clan, there are also other large and small families, because Liaodong is vast, so each family can be allocated a large piece of land, as well as slaves.

The city with a total population of nearly 30,000 needs nearly 90,000 slaves outside the city to provide for it.

On average, for every three slaves, one person was provided.

But even so, the granaries of the various families in the city are still rich and moldy, fed to mice, which shows how cruel the oppression of these slaves is.

Most of the slaves starved to death every year, except for those who froze to death after winter.

In fact, with the current yield per mu, it should be enough for the population inside and outside the city to eat, but because there is no suitable harvesting tool, the harvesting difficulty increases, and there is only less than a month to harvest in the autumn harvest every year, but it is still only one-third of the harvest, and the remaining two-thirds are all washed into the ground by the torrential rain brought by the autumn equinox and turned into fertilizer.

But the nobles in the city were not distressed, for the third of the harvest was enough for them to eat, and there was still a surplus, and it was a great gift to take out the rotten grain that was put in the granary and give it to the slaves.

The surplus and system of Qiancheng made Murong Quan, the prince of Donghu, very jealous.

Because of the nomadic herding can not settle down, the grain reserves mainly rely on animal husbandry, but as the weather turns cold in recent years, the grassland becomes less and less after winter, and the oil and water of animal husbandry sometimes can't survive the winter, so the population of the Donghu tribe has declined greatly in recent years.

This is mainly the reason why there are no food reserves.

The grain wasted by Bai Dibu every year can feed at least one of the population of the king's tent.

How could Murong Qian not blush?

Despite the fact that he was a prince with no inheritance.

But the more such princes, the more they pay attention to these points that others will not pay attention to, such as population, such as food.

Since Murong Jian came to the city, he has put his stand-in in the palace, arrogant and lascivious, and obscured people's eyes.

The real body is wandering around the city, exploring all corners of the city.

This seemingly prosperous city is actually a dull and lifeless city in his eyes, and Murong Qian feels that if he takes over the city by himself, then he will definitely make everything better.

But how can you allow yourself to take over the city?

This question has always plagued Murong Di, even if King Bai Di is willing, his future brother of King Donghu will definitely not be willing, the horse's hooves of his father's westward march should have already stepped into Yandi, no matter what success or failure, after this battle, the prince of Donghu will not be able to escape the fate of being banished.

Even if his father favored him, he did not change this fact, and this time he went to Bai Di to supervise the country, which was a test given to him by his father.

However, how to complete this trial, Murong Jian has not found the answer until now.

In the end, did his father let him take this opportunity to set up a blank Dibu, or did he win the support of Bai Dibu?