"You are Zhao Si?" Wang Li, who had escaped from his father Wang Ben's high-intensity pressure aura, became lively again, and looked at the group in front of him with a little curiosity.

"What is the demand for field planting? Although, there are people preparing for it. The king said.

"There are no requirements, just some field tools." Zhao Si opened his mouth to answer, and then began to think about the cultivation of sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and various crops.

How do you grow potatoes? Cut into cubes and sprout the cuts.

Sweet potatoes can not be cut into pieces, sweet potatoes are cut into pieces for fear of damage, and the whole is planted and waited for the sweet potato vines to grow out before pinching the vine cuttings.

Corn is simple, just sprinkle the kernels in it.

The rest of the peppers and tomatoes were also mixed and sprinkled into the ground.

Zhao Si is not an agronomist, he can make seeds germinate, and he really can't do the job of fine crops.

"How many fields do you need?" Wang Li asked.

"Hundred acres." Zhao Si groaned.

He brought back a lot of sweet potatoes, corn, and potato seeds from his trip to sea this time.

These three crops were particularly important, so they brought a lot of them, and each boat stored a separate part of it, for fear of mildew on one boat, or the capsizing of the ship so that the three seeds were lost.

"Good!" Wang Li immediately sent someone to inquire about the remaining land and property of the military here.

The Lantian camp also has arable land, which is considered a military area, although the cultivated land is not too much compared to the Lantian camp of Nuoda, but there are still more than a dozen tilts.

He didn't have to wait long before Wang Li said, "Come with me." ”

"Second and third sons, follow me!" Zhao Si went to greet the crew members who had followed him to Xianyang.

A group of crew members carried the crop seeds brought down from the ship, and a group of seventy or eighty people followed behind Wang Li.

Wang Li was curious, and wanted to see the magic of overseas grain varieties that were said to yield 500 catties per mu, but considering his image, he didn't turn around and peek in the end.

The group walked for about half an hour, and came to a valley, the valley area is very large, on both sides of the mountain, the terrain is slightly lower, but it does not affect the light, and there are manpower to build drainage ditches and reservoirs, which are well cultivated, and the cultivated land here has been tilted several times.

Zhao Si noticed that wheat had already been planted here, and now it was green and sprouting.

It's April now, the weather is suitable, but there is already cultivation here, wheat has a long growth cycle, planted early, generally speaking, it is planted early before the beginning of spring, and it can usher in a bumper harvest in May and June of the lunar calendar.

At present, the wheat in this realm has already been headed, and it depends on how much is left before it matures.

"Except for it!" Wang Li waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers to act.

The soldiers did not question it, but only regretted it slightly, and after waiting for more than a month, this batch of wheat could be harvested.

They are just ordinary soldiers, and their families are all farming for a living, and they have always carefully managed their own fields.

However, it is only a pity that the military law of the Qin Dynasty is very strict, and the professionalism of the Qin army is also very high, they pick up farm tools, put on ploughing oxen, and prepare for action.

"General, slow!" Zhao Si suddenly spoke.

"It's better to reclaim the wasteland...... Zhao Si is not a virgin, but he can't bear to watch the 100 acres of fertile land that is about to be harvested be destroyed like this, and to put it bluntly, his mentality has not changed.

"Why?" Wang Li turned and spoke.

"Sweet potatoes and potatoes can also be planted in wasteland, and it doesn't affect them." Zhao Si replied.

Sweet potatoes, in addition to their yield, are notoriously durable.

As for corn, it can also be planted in the barren field, and it is just a comparison of the wheat yield of the standard barren field at the time of harvest.

Wang Li was not stubborn, and Zhao Si said what was what.

All three of these crops are anchored at sea, unheard of and unseen.

Wang Ben had already told Wang to leave, and he would do whatever he wanted.

Wang Li's personality is out-of-the-box, but he is not a fool, and their father and son play a supervisory role.

To put it bluntly, it is difficult to say whether these three kinds of seeds from the sea are true or false, and it is difficult to say whether they can even be planted, Wang Li even subconsciously linked Zhao Si with a monk like Xu Fu.

True or false Wang Li is not sure, but Wang Li knows that he has no credit for these three kinds of crops, if he can't plant them, and he has any obstruction or non-cooperation halfway, it is too simple for the other party to wipe on himself.

"Yes!"

Wang Li took Zhao Si and his entourage to prepare for the reclamation of wasteland.

After finding the land boundary, Wang Li brought in oxen and plough tools.

Zhao Si and his entourage were in a hurry.

They were sailors, and life on land for a few years could be said to be pitiful.

He followed Xu Fu to the sea since he was a child, and although Xu Fu also followed the land reclamation, there was still a big gap between him and becoming a qualified old farmer.

The sailors of the group can be said to be uneven but uneven, and even disagree on how to use large ploughing tools, no way, I have never seen such a large plow before.

After witnessing the chaos, Wang Li sent someone to take over the work of Zhao Si and his party to help them reclaim the wasteland.

Leaving a kind of crew slightly embarrassed to stand in place.

Zhao Si and Jing looked at each other for a long time and laughed.

"I remember the ...... clearly"

The crowd was gossiping.

In fact, it's not that they don't know how to farm at all, but everyone's impression of farming is very shallow and one-sided.

Time has made them forget a lot, and they can only remember a few words.

Fragmentary memories, seventy or eighty people, can't be compared, and there are disagreements.

It's just that no one wants to admit that the children who come out of the soil can't even farm well.

However, farming is difficult to say, and simple to say.

You can learn to farm after watching it, but if you want to plant it well, you may need to learn for ten or twenty years.

With the help of the soldiers sent by Wang Li, Zhao Si and his party were not idle, but went to cut potatoes in advance so that they could be planted later.

As for the rest of the crops, the seeds are also picked out to dry.

Zhao Si himself sat under the tree in a panic, looking at the cultivation methods of this era.

As far as the eye can see, it is quite a classic two-cow lifting bar style.

That is, the plough is huge, there is a horizontal bar, and the two oxen are on the shoulder, that is, the two oxen carry the bar.

Zhao Si keenly noticed that the plough wheel of the plough tool at this time was still straight.

"When was the Quyuan plough invented? There is no such thing in this era. Zhao Si pondered.

Zhao Si's hands-on ability is average, and he has no experience in hand-rubbing the Quyuan plow, but he has really seen the Quyuan plow, and there are still two Quyuan plows in his hometown so far, and his grandfather's generation is a farm tool, and now it is purely thrown in the cowshed as an old antique.

In the countryside of the new century, it is normal for there to be no cattle and no pigs in the cowshed and pigsty.

There will probably be a pile of miscellaneous items that seem to be useful but are actually useless.

When he was very young, the cowshed with a pile of messy things was the treasure place of Zhao Si's childhood.