"Song of No War" has nine floors.

Ordinary people practice to the seventh layer, they can condense the "realm of potential", with a single arm strength of more than 400, and a body of muscles, bones, skin and flesh comparable to copper and iron, which is enough to compete with the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

And once you practice to the eighth layer, you can go further, and you can attract the 'might' to add to your body with your gestures, with the blessing of strength, which can be called the courage of ten thousand people.

"Hum~~"

The wisps of 'murderous qi' condensed on the surface of the body were absorbed by Mo Jun, and the [small red crystal block] full of pure blood energy was even used as a snack by Mo Jun, and he stuffed it into his mouth one by one.

It was almost about to condense into a materialized 'murderous might', forming a whirlwind like a dragon on the surface of Mo Jun's body.

Jian Jiuyuan and Hei Yu outside the door noticed the strangeness inside the door for the first time, and the sense of threat like a man's back made Jian Jiuyuan couldn't help but show a trace of surprise.

But when he saw that the black feather not far away seemed to be strange, he didn't think much about it anymore.

"Tear Pull~~"

In the room, the power in Mo Jun's body continued to climb, until a certain moment, Mo Jun's skin suddenly tore apart as if he couldn't withstand the huge force, and Mo Jun finally took out three [Life Crystals (Fragments)], and then swallowed them into his stomach in one gulp.

With the energy replenishment of [Life Crystal], the wound that had been torn and oozing blood quickly began to heal.

But it didn't take long.

A new wound appeared, and then continued to be repaired with the replenishment of life energy······

And so on and so forth.

After nearly an hour, Mo Jun swallowed almost twenty [Life Crystals (Fragments)] in a row, and the process finally came to an end.

At this time, Mo Jun's clothes were already covered with a large area of dried blood.

"It worked!"

Mo Jun moved his strength slightly, and then tapped each other lightly with both hands, and after hearing the sound of gold and iron resonating, his face suddenly showed a look of satisfaction.

As for the embarrassment on his body now, Mo Jun didn't care too much.

Because this is the price that needs to be paid to forcibly break through the eighth layer.

In the last two layers of "Song of No War", each layer that breaks through needs to be equipped with a special medicinal solution, and then use water grinding again and again, in the process of destruction and regeneration, to create this layer of [No War Qi Armor] covering the surface of the skin.

"Song of No War" is a very advanced martial arts cheats, although it is not as good as the top martial arts at the core of the hundred schools of thought, but the characteristics of its fellow practitioners "essence" and "god" are not much inferior even if they are compared with the top martial arts.

And this layer of [Invincible Qi Armor] condensed by practicing to the eighth layer is a protective shield formed by the strength penetrating the body on the surface of the body, and it has the defensive ability that is not inferior to the high-level horizontal martial arts masterpiece.

It is only slightly inferior to the top hard skills such as [Armor Gate].

Originally, breaking through the eighth layer, even if ordinary people had sufficient resources, they would need at least a few years of hard work to have a chance to practice, after all, it would take a lot of time to repair the damage of the physical body.

However, at the cost of twenty [Life Crystals] and a large number of [Small Red Crystals] to replenish energy, Mo Jun forcibly shortened the years of hard work to one hour.

in the world today.

Probably only Mo Jun can do this alone.

Someone brought the bath bucket, boiled the water, Mo Jun took a bath, changed his clothes, and then walked out of the room.

Mo Jun's breakthrough did not attract too many people's attention.

Only Hei Yu and Jian Jiuyuan noticed that Mo Jun's eyes had changed, the eyes of people who practice martial arts are generally very bright, but ordinary people are like 'stars' at most, but during this time, Mo Jun's eyes are like 'electric light'.

And this is precisely because Mo Jun has just broken through and is a little unable to suppress his spiritual power.

"Your cultivation is so profound?"

Jian Jiuyuan was obviously a little stunned, he knew that Mo Jun had martial arts, which was not unusual, after all, no matter which faction of the hundred schools of thought was at the moment, they all emphasized 'both civil and military cultivation'.

At most, the emphasis is slightly different depending on individual talent.

It's like a piano.

Although he was born in Confucianism, he is not weak in martial arts, although he is not first-class, but he is not far behind.

But Jian Jiuyuan never expected that Mo Jun's cultivation would be so profound, to put it mildly, in his feeling, with his own strength after breaking his arm, if he fought head-on with the current Mo Jun, he felt that he might not be Mo Jun's opponent.

"What the hell, this person has been cultivating since he was in his mother's womb?"

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Fast forward to September.

After nearly two months of action, Ying Zheng has removed most of the nails that Lü Buwei planted in the army, and more than seventy percent of the military power has now been recovered by Ying Zheng.

With these military powers, even if Lü Buwei returns to the court now, Yingzheng has the confidence to confront him head-on.

But this alone is clearly not enough.

Now that he has chosen to do it, Ying Zheng, who has endured for many years, naturally doesn't bother to continue to pretend.

Don't pretend.

There was a showdown.

The widow wants to be a 'tyrant'. To be an 'emperor'. To be the 'Emperor of the Ages'.

However, Lü Buwei has been rooted in the government and the opposition for many years, and the forces under his command are all over the government and the opposition, even if he wants to overthrow Lü Buwei at one time with the power that Yingzheng now has, he still lacks a little bit of strength.

Isn't that a coincidence!

Mo Jun can now provide a little 'help' for Yingzheng.

September is the autumn harvest season.

After several years of cultivation, Mojun finally cultivated the 'first generation of improved rice seeds', and finally successfully completed the first test today.

Mo Jun's twenty acres of experimental fields are planted in the [Farm] reclaimed in the back garden, and this thing is very safe to put here, because before the twenty acres of experimental fields are mature, no one can see the cats inside.

Even Jian Jiuyuan and Black Feather, who had often entered the farm before, had never found anything abnormal.

But now, as these 'first-generation improved rice varieties' mature, the difference from ordinary rice is suddenly apparent.

The weights and measures of the Qin state were different from those of later generations.

The area of one acre of land in the Qin State was much smaller than that of one acre of land in later generations.

But even this cannot hide the fact that the current grain production is low, according to today's standards, an average acre of land can produce one stone to one and a half stone of grain, it can already be called 'good land'.

And if the grain production reaches more than two stones, it is a good 'fertile field'.

Measure it by the Hereafter.

One stone in the Qin State is about 60 catties.

That is to say, even if it is the so-called 'fertile field' at the moment, one acre of land can produce about 120 to 150 catties of grain.

Previously, it was outside Xianyang, including the current Nanjun.

No matter what grain field Mo Jun passes by, the first feeling of all the scenes he sees is sparse.

The shriveled rice ears and slender poles swayed in the field, and when the wind blew, it was like the hair of a middle-aged man, and all of them were exposed in an instant.

But for the people of this era, these have long been sparse and ordinary scenes.

Opposite.

On the contrary, the scene in the twenty acres of fields planted by Mo Jun now made everyone feel stunned.

Under the breeze, the twenty acres of rice fields in front of Jian Jiuyuan, Hei Yu, Yao Ghost and others shimmered with golden brilliance under the reflection of the sun, and the thick rice stalks were full of plump and huge rice ears.

The wind blows.

The rice in the rice field is like the black and thick hair of a young man, constantly intertwined and flapped together, making the most pleasant sound in the world.

"My lord, this is ······"

Jian Jiuyuan's breath stagnated, and he couldn't help but speak towards Mo Jun.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Jun waving his hand, and threw him a sickle, saying, "Don't ask first, come and help harvest and weigh first." ”

The rice here is still in a state of secrecy, so this harvest can only rely on Mo Jun, Hei Yu, Jian Jiuyuan, Yao Gui, and Zhanqin······ A few of them did it.

However, the people here are not the kind of princes and nobles who do not eat the fireworks of the world, and with martial arts, the twenty acres of land were quickly harvested.

Then everyone used a simple 'hand-cranked rice threshing machine' made by Mo Jun, and worked until the evening, when all the rice ears were finally beaten out and weighed.

"There are results!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone present instantly gathered.

Zhanqin manipulated a device similar to a balance to weigh all the ears of rice, and when he finished weighing, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then looked at everyone in shock, and said slowly: "The sum of all the harvests of twenty acres of land is ······ Fifty-three and a half stones. ”

"Fifty-three and a half stones, if you convert it on average, the yield of one acre of land is ······"

The medicine ghost, who has always rarely come out of the [Medicine Garden], took the initiative to help Mo Jun with his busy work today, and when he heard the results obtained by Zhanqin, he quickly converted and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Close to two stones and three stones."

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but gasp.

Fifty-three and a half stones, converted into a weight of about 3,200 catties in later generations.

Average it down.

This time, the yield per mu of land is around 160 catties.

The fields in the back garden of the county guard mansion used to be considered relatively standard fertile land, and under normal circumstances, one mu of land can harvest 100 catties of grain every year.

Other words.

Mojun's improved 'first generation of improved rice seeds' increased grain production by 60% on the basis of the original.

It's a little higher than the initial estimate of 50%.

"My lord, these rice grains are ······"

"As you can imagine, these are the 'first generation of improved rice varieties' that I invented, and under the same conditions, the rice yield of this rice seed can be increased by about five to sixty percent."

Now that the rice has matured and the experiment has been successful, there is naturally no need to continue to hide from the few people present, Mo Jun simply said: "If it can be combined with another 'compost fermentation technology' I invented, the yield should be increased by two to three percent." ”

When Mojun planted these 20 acres of land, he did not use his own 'fertilizer', because these rice fields belong to experimental fields, and they need to be equal to the current era under other conditions in order to reflect the control effect, so that Mojun can create the 'second generation of improved rice seeds' in the future.

However, not using your own 'fertilizer' does not mean that there is no fertilizer in this era.

In fact, since the Spring and Autumn Period, some people have already known how to use 'plant ash' and 'dung' to fertilize crops, but this fertilizer is still very rough, and the effect is naturally not as good as the 'high-tech' brought by Mojun from 2,000 years later.

Jian Jiuyuan's eyes widened: "Five to sixty percent?" ”

The medicine ghost also turned his head suddenly: "Can it be increased by two to three percent?" ”

Zhanqin on the side was holding the rice in the sack at the moment, and her hands couldn't help but tremble.

Even Hei Yu, who has always had few mood swings, couldn't help but reach out and straighten a bag of rice that had already fallen to the ground at this time, and his movements were extremely cautious.

Living in this era.

No one is unclear about the importance of 'food'.

Even those wealthy nobles, they are not unaware of how precious food is. It is precisely because they know how precious food is, that many people use the act of 'wasting' food to set off their noble status.

One of the most important ideals of medicine ghosts and Zhanqin is to change the world.

And now, the opportunity to change the world is in front of them.

"Decay······ The old man almost committed a great sin! ”

Jian Jiuyuan was holding a handful of rice, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He thought that in order to save Jian Ling'er, he even had the idea of 'kidnapping and assassinating' Mo Jun.

Now that I think about it, it's fortunate that the medicine ghost stopped me at the beginning, otherwise if I really did it, I would have succeeded.

That Jian Jiuyuan estimated that even if he died in the future, under Jiuquan, his ancestors and ancestors would have to reward themselves with a big mouth when they saw him.

Grain increased by 50 percent······ No, it's even possible to produce eighty or ninety percent now.

What is this concept?

The simplest and most direct example is enough to directly double the population of the entire world.

It's no wonder that the Medicine Ghost Master told himself that Mo Jun could change the world, and this ability was not enough to change the world.

"My lord, what should I do next?"

Zhanqin stroked the rice in the sack with one hand as if he was caressing his lover, and asked in a trembling tone.

Mo Jun touched his chin and thought for a while, and said, "Taking advantage of the good weather in the past few days, I will first dry these rice grains and keep them for seeding, and then I will personally escort them into Xianyang and hand them over to the king." ”

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