"Your Majesty, the recent continuous rain has had a significant impact on the crops that are about to be harvested in the fields, which has caused a decrease in grain production." Li Si reported what he had found.
Ying Zheng was silent for two seconds. There was indeed too much rain this year, so the reduction in grain production was understandable.
"Have the common people been greatly affected?" Ying Zheng asked hurriedly. The Qin Dynasty was in great need of population. More people must be born, and these common people must not have any problems.
"It doesn't have any big impact, Your Majesty, don't worry." Li Si said seriously.
"That's good. By the way, remember to let the farmers study the seeds that Meng Tian and his companions brought back from the Western Regions." The existing species in Daqin are still too monotonous. Fortunately, a lot of seeds were brought back from this attack on the Xiongnu.
Although we don’t know what most of the seeds are, we can just wait until they are grown and then study them slowly.
"They have already invested in research, and they will surely be able to develop these things in a few years." Li Si smiled. The Qin Dynasty was getting better and better.
After Li Si left, Ying Zheng found the information and contacted his beloved daughter.
Since Zhao Qingrui took over the work in several counties, he has had more things to do.
"Father seems to be in a good mood." Zhao Qingrui put down the work in his hands and stretched.
"It's okay, but there have been more things happening recently, especially the tax issue. This year's tax revenue is less than last year's due to the decrease in grain production." Ying Zheng slowly talked about the tax issue.
"I want to see the harvested crops." Zhao Qingrui pondered for a moment. Were the sweet potato and potato yields already starting to decline? She remembered that the seeds given by the system were genetically stable, so yields shouldn't decline easily.
Ying Zheng came to Zhisul with his cell phone, called everyone there out, and asked Zhao Qingrui to take a closer look.
Zhao Qingrui took a look and had an idea in her mind. She had also seen the tax grain collected in the previous two years, which was larger than this year's.
"Father, the reduction in production is probably not just caused by the climate, but also by the fertility of the soil. Even if it is composted, it is still not enough." Zhao Qingrui touched her chin. She remembered that planting alfalfa seemed to fertilize the fields, and this alfalfa could also be used to feed cattle, sheep, and horses.
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