"This is the bazaar, the sewage stone cover, the sewer ......"

"These are the drawings in the workshop, and they are all drawn according to the rules you have set......"

On a construction site in Jilin City, Yisha brought a drawing, and introduced the corresponding places on the drawings to Zhu Gaoxu as he walked.

The two of them walked on the construction site of the people's workshop, where the walls of the workshop had been built, the fire channel, and the sewer pipe, and the people who were working everywhere around them.

However, compared with the Han people, their facial features and appearance can still distinguish the appearance of the Jurchens.

Today's Jilin City is actually a situation where there are many Jurchens and few Hans.

Among the more than 53,000 soldiers and civilians, there are only more than 19,000 Han Chinese, and the rest are all Jurchens, a ratio of 2 to 3.

Because of this, Zhu Gaoxu once again wrote a letter to Lao Zhu asking for emigration, and told him about the situation in Jilin City.

If immigration is not intensified, Jurchen culture will become the mainstream of Jilin City.

Zhu Gaoxu has his own worries and ambitions, but at the moment, it is impossible for Lao Zhu to support him unreservedly.

Walking in the workshop, listening to Yisha's explanation, looking at the drawings in his hand and the workshop in front of him, an indescribable emotion spread in Zhu Gaoxu's heart...... He's doing a very great thing.

If Jilin City can stand in this land outside the pass for a long time, and then affect the Sanjiang Valley, then the Han culture will spread in this land five hundred years in advance, not limited to the turtle shrinkage of Liaodong after the two emperors of Ren and Xuan, and there will be no wicker border and ethnic isolation of the Qing court.

"Two hundred steps from east, west, north and south, 400 houses were built, one square market, and 400 households per square."

Yizha said that Jilin City had rules for the citizens of the city, and Zhu Gaoxu also listened carefully.

After this planning, the regulation of 400 households per square will be continued, and Jilin City will also have 52 people's squares, and the planning and design of the east and west two city squares.

After this expansion, Jilin City will accommodate more than 20,800 households, totaling 104,000 people.

This is only the capacity of one city in Jilin, excluding other cities.

In Zhu Gaoxu's plan, Zhaozhou City and Andong City will also gather population in the process of continuously appeasing the Jurchen tribes in the future, and then build a Guanwai city with a scale of no less than ten squares and a minimum population of 20,000 people.

In addition to these, Zhu Gaoxu also plans to continue to build a naval division this winter, and then form a large army along the Heilongjiang River to the Sanjiang Plain.

Entrenched in Kulawen, Ataiwailan had no choice but to surrender, flee, or resist to the point of destruction.

After solving the Ataiwailan, he will also build a new city of ten squares on the basis of Kulawan City.

This new city, Zhu Gaoxu will hand it over to Meng Zhang to manage.

At the moment, Meng Zhang and the original hundred men in his hands were trustworthy, and sending them to the city of Kulawin, where they would forge cannons and forge guns, this was what Zhu Gaoxu wanted to do.

Hongwu solved the city in 30 years, calculated the artillery module in advance, and then made a clay mold to forge ship cannons and field cannons.

With the current iron output of the three fields, as long as Zhu Gaoxu thinks, hundreds of field cannons will be produced in a very short period of time.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't need to attack the city, with the productivity of Liaodong, he only needed to surround it for a few months, which was enough to force down all the soldiers and horses of Liaodong Dusi.

However, the premise of this is that there must be enough food in Jilin City......

"Let's go, let's go out of the city and see the nursery fields."

After watching the construction of the Minfang, Zhu Gaoxu and Yishiha walked out of the Minfang.

On the road, the once dirt road has disappeared and has been replaced by a concrete road carved with anti-skid lines.

These concrete roads are not thick, and when you pass by some construction sites, you can see how the men and women built them.

They first covered the sewers and fire ducts with mud, then sprinkled gravel and burnt charcoal, and then began to mix with gravel, river sand, and cement to pour a two-inch high cement road on top of the original charcoal.

Such a project, in the eyes of future generations, must be a tofu scum project.

But in Jilin City, it is impossible to pave roads with Sanhe soil and bluestone, and the grain outside the customs is more expensive than copper, and the cement production is also very limited, so it can only make such roads.

Although it looks like tofu scum, at least after the laying, the people don't have to worry about their clothes and pants being contaminated with mud when they walk in plus.

"Is the cement enough?"

Zhu Gaoxu looked at the hot Jilin City, which had become a big construction site at the moment.

"It's not enough, but it can only be processed to increase production."

Yisha shook his head, and then talked about the output of the cement workshop.

"In the past, there were only more than 100 healthy women in the cement workshop, but now there are 600 people, and 30,000 catties of cement can be made with stone grinding and stone grinding every day."

"Although there are already a lot, there are too many places where it needs to be used, and besides, Fu commanded the construction of Zhaozhou City over there, although only one military fort needs to be built at the moment, but it still needs a million catties."

"In this way, the expansion of Jilin City and the paving of roads this year may not be completed as scheduled......

As he spoke, he looked at Zhu Gaoxu worriedly.

In this regard, Zhu Gaoxu didn't feel a headache, after all, the current cement workshop is a grass platform team, and the efficiency of using manpower to make it is naturally not fast enough, and his own blueprint is too big, so it is not surprising that he can't keep up.

At present, the achievements of Jilin City have made Zhu Gaoxu very satisfied.

If calculated in the weight unit of this era, Jilin City has been able to produce 220,000 catties of iron ingots, 1.72 million catties of coal, and about 11 million catties of cement.

This output is the output achieved by the efforts of 6,000 people engaged in three jobs in Jilin City.

In this era, this output is already very staggering, although compared to the later generations of a small factory can produce tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of tons per year, this output is insignificant.

But for Zhu Gaoxu, these outputs will become a step for Jilin City to become strong.

"Iron production is still too small......"

Zhu Gaoxu secretly calculated that with the current output of iron ingots, at most he could produce 4,000 sets of armor and their supporting weapons every year.

This is still idealized data, if you deduct the iron materials needed by the people, then you can only leave 160,000 catties to him, and if it is used to cast cannons, even if each is 500 catties, 100 per year, it will also take 50,000 catties, so that there are only 110,000 catties left.

"110,000 catties, almost only 2,000 sets of armor and its supporting weapons can be made, even if you add the iron material of the Liaodong Dusi, you can have more than 500 sets at most."

"It seems that we will have to find iron ore elsewhere for the future city of Kulaween to develop firearms."

Zhu Gaoxu thought about these things, and he also walked to the seedling field that had been built outside the city.

The concrete-paved fire tunnel is not visible underground, but the fire wall is very visible.

The low fire wall and the rammed earth wall built around it to block the cold wind double protection, so that the nursery field can enjoy a much higher temperature than the outside.

"More than expected, a total of 2,400 acres of seedling fields, the cultivated fields, can throw seedlings 9 to 120,000 acres of paddy fields."

He also said embarrassedly, but Zhu Gaoxu frowned after hearing it: "It's too big, if the cow and horse manure can't keep up, the insulation can't be done." ”

"Yes......" Yisha Ha also sighed: "The slaves and maids originally only asked them to prepare 1,000 acres, but the craftsmen said that if this seedling field is not built in one go, the new seedling field may destroy the original fire path in the future." ”

"Got it." Although he felt that the construction was too big, he still chose to believe in the craftsmanship of the craftsmen.

He got up and left the more than 2,000 acres of nursery fields that had been enclosed, and walked towards this year's paddy fields.

Two thousand acres of paddy fields are full of rice, and although it is already August, they are still verdant and green, and there are few yellowed rice.

Looking at these rice, Zhu Gaoxu squatted on the edge of the field and looked at the number of rice ears.

In his previous life, he also accompanied the leaders of the unit to the countryside, but most of them went through the motions.

Fortunately, when he went to the countryside once, the leader at that time was an educated youth who had gone to the countryside and knew agriculture very well, so he specially told Zhu Gaoxu and his group of young people some agricultural knowledge.

Most of the rice in later generations was high-yielding rice that had been scientifically cultivated.

Generally speaking, after a grain of rice is sown and grows into a single rice seedling, about 15 to 30 ears of rice can grow.

Among them, each ear of rice has about 12 to 200 grains, and it is estimated that each seedling can produce at least 15 grains and a maximum of 6,000 grains.

That sounds like a lot, but in a standard bowl, it's not much.

But even so, for Zhu Gaoxu, this is also an unattainable output.

After looking at the rice ears of later generations, and then looking at the rice ears of the Ming Dynasty, he only sighed except for sighing.

Picking up a rice plant in the paddy field of Jilin City, Zhu Gaoxu looked at it, and it only had seven ears of rice.

With just one glance, Zhu Gaoxu judged that there would be no more than 100 grains of rice on each ear, which was less than half of the rice in the south of the Yangtze River.

Zhu Gaoxu picked 20 plants and counted them, and basically the rice grains on each rice ear were between 60 and 80.

"Call the ruler of the rice fields." Zhu Gaoxu turned around and instructed Yishaha, but Yishaha didn't know why, but he still called the officials in charge of the rice fields.

After he arrived, Zhu Gaoxu pointed to the rice and said to the official:

"As the official in charge of rice, you will always select the ears of rice in some fields to calculate without breaking the ears of rice, and finally hand over a result."

As he spoke, Zhu Gaoxu snatched the pen from the official's hand, wrote down the standard format of the record in his own way, and then handed it to the official.

"In this paddy field, when I look at this rice, most of them have only five or six ears of rice per plant, and each ear of rice has only seventy or eighty grains."

"Since you have become the ruler of the rice fields, you must always pay attention to the rice fields and select some grain seeds."

"If there are only five ears of rice per plant, and each ear of rice is basically less than 80 grains, don't sow it again next year."

"If each ear of rice can stably grow seven ears of rice, and each plant can produce 100 or even 150 grains of rice, then the people of Daming will no longer have to worry about eating."

Zhu Gaoxu's words may be an exaggeration, but in the current Ming Dynasty, if even the rice in Jilin City can grow seven ears of rice with 100 grains per ear, the grain yield per mu in the world will be increased by at least 30%.

Of course, it was precisely because it was difficult that Zhu Gaoxu did not have much expectations.

If he can maintain the rice in Jilin City at 80 grains per panicle, he is already satisfied.

Thinking of this, he put down the ears of rice, stood up, and said to the official: "If the rice fields outside the city can produce 100 catties of rice per mu this year, you should be even a hundred households in Jilin City." ”

"If you can reach one stone into rice, I will make you a thousand households, hereditary replacement!"

"Grass people, thank you, Your Highness!" Hearing the temptation given by Zhu Gaoxu, the official immediately bowed and thanked him.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't care, patted him and turned around and left with Yisha.

100 catties of rice, at least 140 catties per mu is required to get it, and one stone requires 200 catties per mu.

If Jilin City can produce 200 per mu and produce one stone of finished rice, then Zhu Gaoxu will be much easier.

Thinking like this, Zhu Gaoxu showed a wry smile and walked towards the city with Yisha.

In just half an hour, they returned to the Bohai Palace, and at this time, the Bohai Palace had already begun to be measured and planned to be demolished.

Seeing them busy, Zhu Gaoxu felt embarrassed.

To put it mildly, this is also the yard where he has lived for a year and a half, and he is still a little reluctant to demolish it.

However, he didn't sigh for long, and the sound of footsteps came from behind the wall, and after a while, Zhang Chun walked all the way quickly.

After experiencing the battle of Hadaling, Zhang Chun had an extra wound on his cheek.

This wound is very shallow, so after healing, it does not affect the senses, but makes Zhang Chun a little more masculine.

"What's wrong with the hurry?"

Zhu Gaoxu drank a cup of tea and asked Zhang Chun funny, Zhang Chun also breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Your Highness, the Fudaha of the Zhenbu in the east sent a letter saying that several savage tribes in the east had suffered a flash flood and all the grain had been lost."

"Seeing this, Fudaha persuaded them to come to Jilin City to join, and those people also had this meaning, but the leaders of those tribes were worried that they would be the same as ordinary Jurchens after coming to Jilin City, so Fudaha sent people to inquire and wanted to know what identity we could give to those leaders."

"It was a bonus!" After listening to Zhang Chun's words, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help laughing, and got up and walked back and forth for a while before giving an answer:

"Tell Ferdaha that if he gets things done this time, I'll give him 200 stone of grain."

"In addition, the treatment of those leaders is also the same as that of the previous heads, giving them the status of the head of the fang, one stone of rice per month, and buying the livestock in their hands with the land."

"Yes!" Zhang Chunzuo responded, then turned to leave.

Looking at his back, Zhu Gaoxu also hummed the tune very happily and walked towards the backyard.

The sound of the song was so light that before he entered the Cunxin Palace, he let Guo Yan inside listen to it.

"Your Highness is so happy today?" Guo Yan sat on a chair, holding embroidery in his hand, with a lovely smile on his face.

Her appearance obviously knew about the preparation of the Bohai Palace, after all, what she cared about during this time has always been this matter.

"I heard something interesting just now, after you finish this embroidery, we can almost move into the new palace."

Zhu Gaoxu walked into the hall and sat next to Guo Yan, and the two maidservants standing next to him served him tea and water, and Zhu Gaoxu also gladly accepted it.

He chatted with Guo Yan about some things, but most of them were sideways about Guo Ying's past.

It's not that he just found out any information, but he wants to know how Guo Ying fought, or what Guo Ying's personality is.

As for whether he will fight Guo Ying in the future, Zhu Gaoxu has not thought about it at all.

Guo Ying's daughter and granddaughter are married to the vassal king, and Zhu Yunwen does not trust Guo Ying, and it is impossible for him to let him go.

Zhu Gaoxu knew Guo Ying in order to prepare for ruling the world after the Battle of Jingjing.

Guo Ying, Fu Zhong, Fu family's children, Feng Cheng......

This group of people are all people who can be co-opted to rule the world, which Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Di can't do.

Thinking like this, Zhu Gaoxu gradually immersed himself in the days of flirting with Guo Yan.

It's just that such days didn't last long, and as the time entered September, Zhu Gaoxu, who was in Jilin City, could also feel the coolness.

However, before he waited for the rice to be harvested, he learned the news that the six savages of the East China Sea had returned to Jilin City.

Fudaha, who was suspected of being a real person, took the six savage Jurchens to trek through mountains and rivers and moved to Jilin City from Maolian, Yanchun and other areas.

On the fifth day of the ninth month, they successfully arrived in Jilin City, with a total of more than 7,800 savages from the six departments.

There were not many cattle, sheep and horses in their hands, but Zhu Gaoxu still exchanged them for cooked fields according to the price of the land as promised.

After their arrival, the population of Jilin City reached more than 59,000 people.

In return, Zhu Gaoxu also asked Fudaha to return to the Zhenbu with 200 stone of grain.

As soon as he walked on the front foot, Zhu Gaoxu ushered in good news on the back foot.

In mid-September, Lao Zhu promised 2,000 Ming troops to arrive in Jilin City, and in this way, the 6,000 people of Jilin Wei were finally full.

Everything is going in a good direction, and the rice fields are the same.

"Be careful! If the rice gets to the ground, you'll have to pick it up when you turn around! ”

"That's a lot! I'll be able to eat enough this winter! ”

"Look at what you said, in the past two years, you haven't had enough to eat?"

"Before His Highness came, we really couldn't eat!"

"Hahahaha......"

In the fields outside Jilin, tens of thousands of people are harvesting wheat and rice fields, all with smiles on their faces.

Nearly 40,000 acres of cultivated land were harvested, and on the dirt road in the countryside, Zhu Gaoxu led people to build a platform to record the amount of grain harvested this time.

"Wang Wu, the head of the household, has three acres and two points of land, collects sixty-seven catties of beans, ninety-five catties of millet from Shu, ninety-seven catties of rice, and collects a total of two hundred and fifty-nine catties of grain!"

On the wooden platform, the officials loudly reported the names of the people who had divided the rice fields last year, and at the same time reported the amount of grain harvested.

Wang Wu, who was reported to be named, was an old farmer in his forties, who looked at his more than 200 catties of grain at a loss, and looked at the tall figure standing on the side from time to time.

In this Jilin City, it can be called tall, and naturally there is only Zhu Gaoxu alone.

Looking at Zhu Gaoxu looking at his own grain, Wang Wu knelt down directly and said as if he had a great grievance:

"Your Highness, I don't want this food, I just need to take care of the food!"

"Yes! Your Highness, so do we! ”

"We are ...... too"

Wang Wu's kneeling made many people kneel one after another, whether they were Han or Jurchen, they were willing to hand over food in exchange for the palace to continue to manage rations.

Their request is not difficult to understand, after all, last year, they could receive six buckets of rations every month, and in a year, it is seven stones and two buckets, equivalent to nearly 1,120 catties.

Even if this year's ration is reduced to five buckets per month for adults and three buckets for children, they can still receive more than 900 catties of rations, and they can get two and a half catties of real food every day.

After cooking this real grain raw rice, you can get four or five catties of grain, and you can eat a round belly every day.

Such a good day is something they have never experienced.

Now although he has his own field and produces more than 200 catties of grain, after processing, he only has 200 catties of grain at most, which is not enough to eat.

Therefore, Wang Wu and the others would rather not have this year's food, but also continue to enjoy the previous treatment.

In this regard, Zhu Gaoxu was quite helpless, although he had long known the advantages and disadvantages of eating "big pot rice", but in the face of the pleas of the people of Jilin City, he still felt a headache.

At this time, Yishaha stepped forward and said to Wang Wu and hundreds of other people:

"You, Your Highness has never said that he will not give you food, but only how much food will be given."

"Really, palm prints?" There were some uneasy rhetorical questions in the crowd, and Zhu Gaoxu also said when he heard this:

"You don't have to worry about the grain, this time, except for the beans, you can all take it back and eat it yourself."

"The palace will keep a record of your food and how long it will last, and when you have no food, you can still go to the officials of each workshop to receive your rations."

Zhu Gaoxu's words were like fixing the sea god needle, and the originally restless crowd suddenly quieted down.

But even so, they still shook their heads and said, "Your Highness, you better take all the food, you will raise us anyway, right?" ”

"What are you talking about...... Zhu Gaoxu was a little strange when he heard this, but he still sighed after complaining: "Okay, leave the food." ”

"Your Highness!" Hearing Zhu Gaoxu's words, Wang Wu and the others immediately put down the grain in their hands, returned to the field, and continued to help everyone harvest the grain.

Seeing them go away, Yisha smiled and said, "Your Highness, your means are good." ”

"It's also a helpless move...... Zhu Gaoxu shook his head lightly.

The method of his mouth was to let the people take the grain from their fields without hindering them.

As a result, many people were naturally terrified in their hearts, for fear that if they took away the grain, they would not be able to get the ration of five buckets a month.

In the end, they will only keep the food, and they will beg to keep it.

This is Zhu Gaoxu's trick, but he is also helpless, after all, it is very difficult to collect grain from the people, only to stimulate them, make them uneasy, and take the initiative to hand over grain is the safest way.

"How much grain can we harvest this year?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Gaoxu glanced back at the officials who were writing the grain book.

After being seen, the official also handed over the grain book and explained: "It is not surprising that this year we can harvest at least more than 4,000 stone of bean feed, and more than 24,000 stone of grain in addition to rice seeds and millet seeds. ”

"What is the yield per mu of paddy fields, have you calculated it?" Zhu Gaoxu was very satisfied with this year's harvest and looked down at the rice yield in the grain book.

Seeing this, the official also stretched out his hand to signal to Zhu Gaoxu: "Your Highness, look, this rice field is basically hovering around nine buckets to about one stone and two buckets. ”

"Good!" Listening to the rice yield per mu, although Zhu Gaoxu knew that this yield still needed to be discounted, he was still happy in his heart.

He turned his head to look at the endless grain field, and the pressure on his shoulders seemed to be much lighter.

This is perhaps a good start......

(End of chapter)