Chapter Sixty-Eight: Corn
Mu Qingli quieted down, and the long line only heard the sound of "kicking" horses' hooves, and spent the way in unspeakable silence.
After walking for most of the day, around three o'clock in the afternoon, I finally arrived at Pingcheng.
The soldiers who stood outside Pingcheng, led by Qi Yuxuanang, turned out to be Mu Qingli's old acquaintance: Han Nuo.
"Why is Hanno here?" Mu Qingli couldn't help but ask Zhao Ziyang, she remembered the last time the Hu people attacked the city, Han Nuo was still in the cold gate.
Zhao Ziyang turned over and dismounted, and after helping Mu Qingli down, he replied: "In previous years, when the grain harvest period was approaching, the eldest brother would send people to key areas to supervise and protect to prevent the enemy from stealing and destroying grain. ”
Mu Qingli nodded, indicating that she understood.
"Ziyang, you're here."
"Brother Han."
Han Nuo and Zhao Ziyang greeted each other, and then looked at Mu Qingli, who was limping slowly: "Huh? I remember, you're a second dog, why did you come over? ”
Mu Qingli's footsteps paused, and her face was full of black lines.
"Two dogs?" Zhao Ziyang was puzzled.
Mu Qingli had to explain again: "Han Commander is good, I have already obtained the consent of the general and changed my name to Mu Qing." Mu Qingli specially bit the words "the general agrees".
Han Nuo suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are Mu Qing, the battalion commander of the reserve battalion, but you are a promising young man. ”
Mu Qingli pursed her lips, tired and didn't love it.
In this way, the group was assembled and walked to the granary in the city.
Han Nuo talked to Zhao Ziyang along the way about the grain harvested this time, nine million catties of wheat, two million catties of soybeans, and one million catties of other miscellaneous grains, totaling 12 million, which was exactly the same as Zhao Ziyang's previous estimate.
Mu Qingli had been listening silently, and finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't there rice, sweet potatoes, and potatoes?" ”
If she remembers it well, these three things are also staple foods, and the yield is not bad, why not as military food?
Han Nuo and Zhao Ziyang were stunned at the same time, and the two glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.
Zhao Ziyang scratched his head and said strangely: "I know that rice is rice, and it can only be grown in the south, and we don't have enough rain here to plant it, as for what sweet potatoes and potatoes you are talking about, I have never heard of it." ”
Han Nuo also nodded in agreement.
Mu Qingli's eyes widened: "What? And what about corn? ”
"Corn?" Zhao Ziyang and Han Nuo were both puzzled.
Mu Qingli held her forehead and sighed. Yes, she remembered that in the ancient times of the previous life, many crops were passed down from other countries, and there were very few local crops, but she didn't expect that this place was similar to the previous life.
"Corn? But maize? Zhao Ziyang suddenly patted his head and asked.
Mu Qingli's eyes lit up, and he nodded violently: "Yes, yes, corn is also called maize." ”
Zhao Ziyang smiled bitterly: "Maize, that's a royal tribute, how can civilians eat it easily?" Not to mention planting, this is still when I was a child, the emperor gave two to my father, and I pestered half of it to enjoy it, so that I could know that there are such delicious things in the world! ”
Mu Qingli was messy: "How can corn be a royal tribute?" "In the previous life, it was the food of the rotten street!
Han Nuo took over the words: "I have also heard a little about maize, I heard that the result is extremely difficult, only one plant in a hundred can bear normal fruit, and the highest yield per mu is only thirty-four catties, because of the delicious taste, it is regarded as a tribute, exclusively for the royal family." ”
The corners of Mu Qingli's mouth twitched, she knew what the next task was.
"Ziyang, I have to stay in this Pingcheng for a while, adding fresh things to the food of our Zhendong Army."