Chapter 61 Where to Go for the Seeds [Second Update]
His Majesty the Emperor and the immortals personally visited Hualin Garden to review the winter grain harvest.
In front of the greenhouse where wheat seeds were temporarily stored in Hualin Garden, flames shot up into the sky, almost turning the night into day.
The Xuanjia Guards opened one sack after another, took out buckets of wheat, and presented them to the emperor.
Ying Zheng reached out and grabbed a handful, and the golden wheat grains slowly slid down from the gaps between his five fingers, like the grand golden rain of light on the official road just now.
That is saving lives, and this can also save lives.
“How is the winter wheat yield?”
Just by looking at the number of sacks, one could tell that the output was definitely not low, but Ying Zheng still asked again.
The people of Qian who were allowed to watch the event also looked at Ji Tian Lingcheng, who was in charge of the statistics, with burning eyes. They were involved in the whole process, but they did not know the exact output.
Ji Tian Lingcheng held a record book and read: "We used 50,000 kilograms of wheat seedlings to cultivate them, of which about 45,000 kilograms successfully germinated."
This loss rate sounds like a lot, but at this point it seems to be almost close to a germination rate of 100%. Putting aside other things, this alone can be called a: immortal seed!
No one made a sound, everyone knew that the highlight was yet to come.
Ji Tian Lingcheng's voice continued, "Nearly 40,000 kilograms of seeds have successfully grown into seedlings."
The weather had turned cooler by then, and many weeds had stopped growing, which was a very surprising statistic.
"After winter began, heavy snow fell, destroying about 50% of the wheat crop."
Wei Shengxue nodded secretly. Many of the unselected seeds were not adapted to winter, and the loss rate was much higher than she expected.
The people of Qian were all witnesses of the process of taking care of wheat. When they think of the crops that died in large areas after the snow, their hearts ache.
"At that time, I thought I was going to be beaten to death. So much wheat, such good wheat, died in my hands, so much..." In the corner, Liu Ji pulled a black-armored guard to share his feelings with him.
In front, Ji Tian Lingcheng's tone began to fluctuate. If this scene were edited into a video, it would definitely be accompanied by gradually passionate background music.
"Until the beginning of spring, there will be no lodging, no insect pests, heavy ears of wheat, and a yield per mu—"
He took a deep breath, raised his voice, and vibrated.
"Seven hundred pounds!"
"Even after losing more than half of the crop, we still have a yield of 700 kilograms!"
hiss--!
Everyone gasped.
Weishengxue silently complained: Global warming must be due to your contribution.
She was used to the yield per mu in StarWorld, which often started at 5,000 to 6,000 kilograms.
This output cannot be said to be mediocre, it can only be said to be worthy of her unproductive wood-related ability.
She looked down upon the yield, but for the Daqin whose fertile land in Guanzhong could only yield less than 200 kilograms per mu, this figure was simply a miracle!
A miracle that can make everyone feel like they are in a dream!
The common people watching the scene, along with all the guarding soldiers, burst into cheers that broke through the sky. Their swelling excitement and excitement made them unable to help but make some noise to vent.
After the screams and cheers, they looked at the platform with burning eyes, and saw the most beautiful wheat in the world falling from the emperor's fingers into sacks, into the caravans sent to various places, into their hands, and even into the turned soil.
They saw the vigorous and strong wheat seedlings emerging from the soil, showing off their strength in the bleak autumn wind, growing desperately in the falling winter snow, and finally turning into dazzling golden color in the spring breeze.
It turns into wheat rice in the pot, wheat flour ground in the stone mill, children growing up crying, thick roofs and walls, and prosperous villages and clans.
It’s such a beautiful future that just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.
Ying Zheng felt the increasingly eager gazes around him, slowly loosened his hand, letting all the food fall, then turned sideways, grabbed Wei Shengxue's hand and lifted it up.
"I have unified the world. My virtue surpasses the Three Sovereigns and my achievements surpass the Five Emperors."
He spoke in a tone that was both calm and passionate, "Therefore, the Immortal Realm has ordered the immortals to descend to the mortal world to pass on their immortal seeds and teach them a hundred skills, so that our Great Qin will prosper and have enough food and clothing."
Wei Shengxue, who was standing aside counting his merits, was suddenly pulled to the front, and his expression almost collapsed.
In the blink of an eye, I heard him talking nonsense seriously again. Besides being embarrassed, I had only one thought:
You are talking nonsense to so many people, aren't you afraid of being exposed?
But others did not know what she was thinking. They only felt the emperor's strong self-confidence and the promise hidden behind it.
Enough food and clothing, no worries about food and clothing!
This is a life that is enough to attract anyone in Guizhou.
"Long live your majesty!"
"Immortal Wuji!"
"Long live the Great Qin!"
"God bless the Great Qin!"
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Led by Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu, who was standing at the front, everyone bowed down and kowtowed, wishing His Majesty a long life and that His Majesty would remain on earth as an immortal to protect the Qin Dynasty.
[Ding! The first step in gathering national destiny is complete!]
[Host, please bring key figures with you as soon as possible to the gathering place of national destiny to activate it! ]
[Ding! The "Mall Exchange *Special Section" has been opened. The host can unlock it using 1000 merit points.]
The ding-dong sound of the message alert rang in his ears again, but this time Wei Shengxue did not entrust it to the system agent. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the wonderful melody of money entering the account.
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In addition to distributing a portion of these seeds to the people who worked hard in Hualin Garden, the rest will be escorted by the garrison in Xianyang City to various counties, and then distributed to various counties. The government will select the most fertile land and summon the most experienced farmers in the county to cultivate the land, and the county magistrate, pavilion chief and soldiers will monitor it together.
When a new batch of seeds grows next year, the wheat seeds will be distributed to the local people.
When the seeds arrived, the people of the world felt an unprecedented sense of belonging to the Qin Dynasty, and their support for the Qin system also increased rapidly.
"We have it too! Everyone has it!"
"Thanks to the Qin Dynasty, thanks to the Legalists! We can get a share too! In the past, immortal seeds would have been the private property of the nobles, and we would have had to sell ourselves as slaves to have the chance to touch and see them. The Legalists are great, everyone gets a share!"
"I heard this magical seed grows fast and can be harvested in February, so it won't delay planting spring crops! What a great thing!"
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Some people are happy, while others are sad.
The young man who had been in prison for almost half a month was taken out, and the jailers roughly pressed him into the water to wash him clean.
The pampered and delicate skin was rubbed with large red marks by their hands. The boy closed his eyes and endured it calmly. He had already made mental preparations for what would happen if he failed and was caught.
Wash him clean, is he going to be sent to do that kind of thing?
The young man couldn't help but feel nauseous, but he had expected this due to his outstanding appearance, so he didn't resist.
"Behave yourself." The jailer with a sullen face put a coarse linen shirt on him and pushed him out. Opposite him were the emperor's personal guards in black clothes and black armor.
Seeing him stagger out, her eyes swept over his hands exposed outside his sleeves, and then fell on his bright eyes.
Good, my hand is not hurt.
My eyes are not blind.
"Take him away." The captain of the guards waved his hand, and his men escorted the man into the car.
The completely enclosed prison van was unexpectedly covered with brocade, as if it was a carriage that had been temporarily converted into a prison van, and even the interior layout had not been changed in time.
The boy's guess became even more certain, but he was alone and had no chance of escaping.
The carriage shook all the way and then stopped, and in front of it was a simple house.
In a place like this, it's really not polite.
The boy smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Go in."
The door opened, revealing three piles of bamboo slips arranged neatly, with lit candles on both sides. A desk was placed in the middle, with pens and ink readily available. This was a temporary study room where one could start working at any time.
The young man seemed to understand something, turned around and gave a mocking smile: "You don't think I would work for the tyrannical Qin, do you?"
"wishful thinking!"
The sound of rings and swords colliding and knocking came from far away, and a shadow elongated by the sunlight slowly appeared on the bluestone floor. A man in a black robe approached slowly. He looked up, and the boy recognized him as the man who had been guarding Ying Zheng's chariot that day.
The Qin Emperor's confidant, Shangqing Meng Yi.
Although she had a dignified and elegant face, in the eyes of the young man, she looked inexplicably distorted and hateful.
Meng Yi raised his eyes, with a half-smile: "Whether you want to or not is not up to you."
Pa pa.
He clapped his hands twice.
A sound of footsteps was heard, and among the neat footsteps there was a light and heavy sound, which added a bit of disorder to the originally orderly order.
Several servants dressed in inner palace attire came over with a middle-aged man in brocade clothes.
The boy's expressionless face suddenly changed color, his calm eyes suddenly narrowed, and a call came out of his mouth uncontrollably:
"Your Majesty!"
Meng Yi tilted his head slightly and glanced at the middle-aged man with a teasing attitude, "Is this your man?"
This person was none other than the last king of the State of Han, Han An, the deposed king of Han.
He was greatly disturbed when he heard Meng Yi's words, and he wanted to immediately sever his ties with the young man.
"No, no, no! Lord Meng! No, I have been very well behaved since I came to Qin State. I have absolutely no contact with my old friends from Han State! Everything he did has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me!"
The young man had long known about the King of Han's virtues. When everything he had done was denied by the king himself, he still couldn't help but feel sad and betrayed.
"Zhang Liang, grandson of Han Prime Minister Zhang Kaidi and son of Han Prime Minister Zhang Ping, has been plotting to restore his country since its fall. He planned to assassinate Your Majesty half a month ago." Meng Yi read the information he had found slowly.
Amusement flickered in his eyes, and his whole face softened.
Zhang Liang's body immediately tensed up. He had a feeling that the next words were definitely not what he wanted to hear.
He heard,
"The Great Qin has many responsibilities, and you, with your outstanding abilities, will surely be willing to help the Great Qin."
The abominable lackey of Ying Zheng showed his white teeth.
"A bunch of chores for a meal. If you mess up once, Han An will go hungry for a meal. If you mess up twice, he will go hungry for a day."
"If Zhang Kaidi and Zhang Ping are still alive, they would definitely not want to see the king they swore allegiance to be unable to afford food."
Han Fei Wang An couldn't believe that even with such cooperation, his salary might be reduced. He immediately rushed to Zhang Liang, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and shouted sternly: "Zhang Liang, I command you to agree to him!"
After saying this, she thought about how her treatment depended entirely on his thoughts, so she softened her tone and pleaded, "Mr. Zhang, I have always trusted the Zhang family and shown great favor to them. You can't just ignore me."
Zhang Liang lowered his eyes and looked at the King of Han who was wagging his tail and begging for mercy, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
They threatened the king with the treatment he received during his lifetime and used the reputation of his father and grandfather after his death to coerce him.
He knew it was a trap, but he had to jump into it.
"I do."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing all his resentment in his heart.
The lights in the house were bright. Zhang Liang had been dealing with chores for a day, and his shoulders ached and he had a splitting headache.
When I turned around, I saw a pile of bamboo slips as tall as a person waiting to be processed.
Bang!
The brush was thrown hard on the pen holder, and Zhang Liang was burning with anger.
——Ying Zheng is a child, his plan is vicious and he is not worthy of being a son!
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In a palace more than ten miles away, Wei Shengxue suddenly sneezed.
She scratched her head in confusion. Who is scolding me?
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