Ming Zhanxue was also thoughtful. According to her husband's usual approach, the solution to this problem must be very mysterious.
We must break away from our inherent thinking and think from a different perspective.
So, where should we start?
"Qin Yuan, is this okay?"
Murong Yanran spoke first, breaking the deadlock: "I remember you said that the improvement of food production capacity will affect the structure of society."
"We also concluded that there is a correlation between dynastic changes and changes in agricultural technology."
Yan Jiaoran was completely bewildered. She couldn't understand what Murong Yanran was trying to say. What did this have to do with solving the problem?
"That's right." Qin Yuan nodded. He had indeed told that stupid woman about it.
After receiving Qin Yuan's affirmation, Murong Yanran's confidence was greatly boosted, and she spoke freely: "If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to look at it from another angle?"
"Corvée labor was actually an extra burden imposed on farmers by the imperial court, and it has been resolved by allocating labor to each farmer."
"Officials embezzle and exploit the situation, which actually causes farmers to lose money when paying taxes. You have already provided a solution."
"To put it bluntly, the issue of oxen and seeds is actually about farming."
"The purpose of using oxen to plow the land is to save effort."
"As for seeds, they are to avoid the problems that arise in years of disaster when there is not enough food to eat. If you eat it, you will not have good seeds to plant next year, and then you will be forced to borrow money from the landlord."
"If we continue to analyze it this way."
"Can we achieve the same effect by developing agricultural technology to make farming less labor-intensive for farmers?"
"For example, developing a tool that allows people to plow a few more acres of land in a day or use fewer cows."
"In this way, wouldn't the problem of oxen be solved?"
The words fell.
Suddenly, two gazes shot at Qin Yuan like sharp arrows.
I wish I could pierce Qin Yuan’s heart with thousands of arrows!
Qin Yuan instinctively shuddered, and felt that the sour smell in the room was about to overflow the screen.
Today, there is no vinegar in this hot pot!
Where does the smell of vinegar come from?
Could it be that my sense of taste is impaired?
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