Chapter 297 Shocking Wheat Harvest
Han Shan and others rushed forward.
"Isn't it too late to harvest all the fields?" someone questioned.
"Only three acres of land will be collected, and the average per-acre yield of the three acres will be taken as the basis." How could there be any loopholes in Jiang's work?
"Okay!" Prime Minister Yan said.
Seeing Yan Song, the famous treacherous minister in history, speaking for him, while Xu Jie, the famous virtuous minister in history, distanced himself from him, Jiang Qingzhi suddenly felt it was a bit absurd.
Wang Yiqi came over and asked, "Chang Wei Bo, how much can we increase our income?"
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "I don't know at this moment."
"Tsk!" Lao Wang felt a headache and suddenly whispered, "If it's not appropriate... I'll suggest you go to Hetao later."
"Thank you! But it's not necessary." Jiang Qingzhi felt a little warm in his heart.
"You are not Zeng Xin." Wang Yiqi said, "If you go to Hetao, His Majesty will definitely support you. Stay there for three to five years, gather some tribes, recapture some places, and when you return again, you will be a meritorious official."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Don't worry."
Chen Yan came over with a smile, "What kind of means did Long Wei use? Is it possible for us to know?"
"Is Minister Chen willing to learn?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Chen Yan still smiled, "Maybe the production will increase by 10%?"
"You think this is raising pigs!" Wang Yiqi exploded, jumping up and spraying, "10%? How many fields are there in the world? If the production can be increased by 10%, do you know how many more people can be fed every year? How many fewer refugees will there be in the Ming Dynasty?"
Xia Yan also came today, but the old man disdained to stay with these former subordinates, so he came out leisurely at this moment, "Among the three issues mentioned by Chang Wei Bo, farming is the first. If we can increase the income by 10%, it will be a great achievement. Who has any objection? I, Xia Yan, am here and am willing to argue with him."
"The method I used is actually quite simple." Jiang Qingzhi said, "Please follow me."
Everyone followed Jiang Qingzhi into the manor.
Han Shan accompanied him all the way to the back of his house.
"Right here."
This is a mud house. When you go inside, you will see something like a well.
There was a wooden board covering the well, and as soon as you entered, you could smell a pungent smell.
"What is this?" The Taoist priest was quite interested.
I'm afraid the Taoist priest is thinking of alchemy... Jiang Qingzhi thought, then pointed at the wooden board and said, "There is a cellar dug underneath, and some things are thrown into it. When these things are mixed together, a reaction will occur, just like alchemy..."
Daoye's interest really grew stronger. "Tell me about it."
"There are straw, grass, human and animal feces, etc...."
Seeing someone retching, Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but laugh, "Many of the vegetables you eat have been fertilized with human fertilizer."
"vomit!"
Someone stumbled back.
"What kind of fertilizer is this?" someone asked.
"This is a biogas tank." Jiang Qingzhi led everyone to the other side.
"This is the feed inlet. Seal it after feeding in."
"This is the exhaust vent, people are not allowed to walk here. The biogas produced by the biogas digester cannot be exposed to open flames..."
"What will happen if we meet?"
"Bang!" An explosion sound came from Jiang Qingzhi's mouth.
"Those things are fermented in the digester, the exhaust is taken out, and then they are applied to the fields together with the compost... and the wood ash."
"How much can this increase production?" Gao Yiming asked.
"One percent!" Jiang Qing had read a report in his previous life that a certain place used fertilizer produced by a biogas digester for fertilization, and the income increased by a certain amount. It seemed to be quite a lot.
In this era when there is almost no fertilizer, Jiang Qingzhi feels that 10% should be a sure thing.
One percent is enough to shock these people.
Composting has a long history, but when Jiang Qingzhi passed through a village on his way to exile, he asked the locals and found that no one practiced composting.
After arriving in Beijing, the Taoist priest rewarded him with this farm, and Jiang Qingzhi then asked about Han Shan's composting.
Han Shan’s answer was: What is composting?
Hey!
Isn’t composting already very popular?
Jiang Qingzhi was furious and even went to look for it. He found that there were people in the north who made compost, but the amount was pitiful. Moreover, the raw materials for compost were so simple that he was speechless.
In this era of poor information flow, the promotion of anything requires government intervention.
But it is obvious that the Ming Dynasty officials prefer to figure out their superiors' thoughts rather than how to increase farmers' income.
So Jiang Qingzhi came up with the powerful weapon of biogas digester.
In his previous life, he had a distant relative in the countryside who raised more than ten pigs and made his own wine. When the government promoted biogas digesters, it gave subsidies, and he happily nodded and agreed. Jiang Qingzhi went to help and felt that this thing was not complicated, but it was effective, and biogas could be used to cook rice and vegetables.
"Is this thing useful?" Gao Yiming said sarcastically.
"Straw, grass... excrement..." An official sneered, "If this stuff can increase production by 10%, then I will be willing to do it three times a day."
"Aren't you afraid of rectal prolapse?" the old dude said sinisterly.
Taoist priest was talking to Xia Yan outside.
"Are you sure?"
"I don't know either. I asked that kid many times, but he always avoided the question."
"It seems that he is not sure either." Taoist sighed.
"But the arrow has been put on the string and has to be shot." Xia Yan knew Jiang Qingzhi's concerns, "Those people are coming with great momentum. If we don't give them a heavy blow, the situation will be on their side."
The two of them were silent for a long time. Yan Song came over and bowed to Xia Yan.
The two of them were considered sworn enemies, so their meeting at this moment was especially... not jealous of each other, but Xia Yan walked to the side with his hands behind his back.
"Your Majesty, we have already harvested half of it. If it is not appropriate, I think we can let Chang Wei Bo go to the south. The Japanese pirates in the southeast have recently revived. Chang Wei Bo has been there for three to five years. When the situation has calmed down, he can return."
It has to be said that Yan Song and Wang Yiqi thought of the same thing.
However, Wang Yiqi felt that it would be better for Jiang Qingzhi to stay in the north.
Emperor Jiajing did not comment, and Yan Song took his leave.
Watching him go to find Cui Yuan, the Taoist said, "The South is the base of the literati. If we fail today, Qingzhi will go to the South and everyone will want to kill him..."
Huang Jin was startled, thinking that although Yan Song seemed to have good intentions, he actually set a big trap for Jiang Qingzhi.
"Remember to remind me later that the poems written by Yan Song recently are a bit impetuous." The Taoist said lightly.
"Yes." Huang Jin glanced at Yan Song and mourned for him for a moment in his heart.
There will be conflicts within a group, the only difference is the size, and Jiang Qingzhi knew this clearly. So, as the saying goes, he fought but did not break, and even joined forces with the Yan Party in many cases.
"Master Wei." Xu Jie walked over slowly, looking gentle and having the demeanor of an elder.
"Minister Xu." Jiang Qingzhi was watching the wheat harvest progressing rapidly and wondered if Old Xu was trying to get close to him.
After entering the political hall, Xu Jie's life was like Wang Xiaoer's New Year, getting worse and worse. Under the strict defense of Yan Song and his son, Xu Jie didn't even have the power to interfere in political affairs... just like Xia Yan did to Yan Song. Yan Shifan was very capable and made things difficult for Xu Jie several times.
"If this is accomplished, it will benefit the country and the people." Xu Jie was filled with emotion, pointing to the wheat field and said, "Some people say that Long Wei Bo is young and inexperienced, which is ridiculous."
Young and naive...there is something behind what Old Xu said!
Yan Shifan was talking to Zhao Wenhua and others nearby. When he noticed Jiang Qingzhi's gaze, he looked over inquiringly.
"Zhou Xia is good." Xu Jie said in a gentle voice: "After entering the Ministry of Rites, he has been very diligent..."
Xu Jie is now the Minister of Rites, and his "traitor" Zhou Xia has also joined the Ministry of Rites by some unlucky chance.
Is this a threat from Xu Jie?
Jiang Qingzhi thought about it and felt that it was impossible.
Old Xu is too cunning to be so direct.
So it's a gesture of goodwill?
All kinds of thoughts were running through Jiang Qingzhi's mind, and he subconsciously put his hand on Xu Jie's shoulder.
Xu Jie's body stiffened... He was already quite old, and the actions of such a young person made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
Yan Shifan's eyes narrowed, "Xu Jie wants to join forces with Jiang Qingzhi?"
Zhao Wenhua thought for a moment, "Xu Jie has been having a hard time in the Political Affairs Hall recently. If he can make friends with Jiang Qingzhi, it will open up another path for Xu Jie."
Yan Shifan sneered, "Jiang Qingzhi can't reach into the government hall. Xu Jie wants to get closer to His Majesty through Jiang Qingzhi. Interesting!"
While saying it was interesting, Yan Shifan turned around and ordered, "Just say there is an urgent matter to be dealt with and let Xu Jie go back."
"...Chang Wei's family is from Suzhou, right?" Xu Jie said gently, "My family is in Huating. Yesterday, my wife said that Chang Wei's wife's title was Huating?"
Jiang Qingzhi felt a little dizzy after being led around by Old Xu.
"Huating is a good place. I have been away from home for many years. My children and grandchildren are not very good. I only report good news but not bad news in my letters. I almost got into trouble several times..."
"Minister Xu!"
A clerk came over in a hurry and said, "There is an urgent matter in the Political Affairs Hall. Please ask Minister Xu to go and handle it."
"Let's go!" Xu Jie glanced at Yan Shifan and then left.
What does Old Xu mean?
Jiang Qingzhi was suddenly stunned and understood Xu Jie's hint.
——Once the information is cut off, many things will be out of control. The information of the Ming Dynasty is gathered in the Political Affairs Hall, which is firmly controlled by Yan Song and his party. Therefore, they can easily cheat or help anyone by taking advantage of the information gap.
"You want to join forces with me to fight against Yan Song and his son!"
Hu Zongxian and Xu Wei came over and analyzed the situation and came to the same conclusion as Jiang Qingzhi.
It’s good to have a staff group, Jiang Qingzhi suddenly thought of Zhang Juzheng.
"What do you think, sir?" Hu Zongxian asked.
"I would rather join forces with Yan Song than stand side by side with Xu Jie!"
"Why?" Xu Wei was also a little surprised.
"Xu Jie is too cruel!"
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head and gave up the idea.
"The harvest is ready." Han Shan shouted at this time.
The emperor and his ministers were all cheered up.
Gao Yiming and Chen Yan talked in a low voice, then turned around and waved, actually calling over a few minor officials.
"These people are all minor officials who collect grain, and they are familiar with all kinds of methods." Chen Yan said.
Several petty officials went to watch the scene with confidence.
The grains then need to be dried in the sun before being threshed, and this process will be monitored by several parties.
……
On the day of threshing, the king and his ministers came to Zhuangzi again.
Several minor officials received benefits and took turns on duty these days. They swore to make no mistakes when reporting.
"Good!" Chen Yan said with a smile, "The scholars in the capital are ready to help."
"The Hanlin Academy is waiting for the results!"
The two looked at Jiang Qingzhi.
"Weighing begins!"
The Taoist priest was surrounded and stood at the front, loading the threshed wheat into buckets, then recording it and pouring it to the other side.
"One bucket!"
"Two buckets..."
The atmosphere became increasingly tense.
"Duke Chengguo." Wang Yiqi frowned.
"What's the matter?"
"your hands."
"What? Can't I massage your legs?"
"Of course you can, but that's my leg."
"Ten buckets!" Han Shan shouted loudly.
One shi is equal to ten dou.
Before coming, the emperor and his ministers had done their homework and knew that the maximum yield per mu in the capital area was no more than one shi and one dou.
How many grains of wheat are left?
Chen Yan's breathing was rapid and Gao Yiming's breathing was wheezing.
Many people in the capital are waiting for the news of Jiang Qingzhi's failure, and then they will attack him...
"One bucket!"
"Two buckets!"
"Sandou!"
Chen Yan's body shook for a moment, and he hissed, "One stone and three, it's actually one stone and three..."
(End of this chapter)
