Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chapter 338 Bai Xing has nothing to eat, where does the money come from to pay taxes?

"What the second child is talking about is only one aspect."

Zhu Biao's gentle voice sounded: "Every earthquake will be accompanied by the collapse of the mountains and the backflow of the river. All of these are enough to kill the people."

In comparison, the cracks caused by the earthquake are the most inconspicuous.

And after the earthquake, it is very likely to cause a plague.

Together with the plague, the number of deaths is also a terrifying number.

And these will be a great test for the court.

Once a disaster occurs, the court will definitely send someone to preside over the disaster relief.

Not to mention whether the disaster relief officials are greedy or not, even if all the officials are not greedy, the money for the disaster relief and the follow-up resettlement of the victims will all be a protracted problem.

If it is handled well, the people may be able to continue to live a good life smoothly.

Once it is handled improperly, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Chu Ze knew that at that time, there must be starvation all over the place, and thousands of miles of bones.

The most important thing is that the money in the court is not enough.

Then the court will find a way to expropriate.

And Bai Xing has nothing to eat, where does the money come from to pay taxes?

So the officials forced the people to rebel.

The demise of the Ming Dynasty was also related to taxation.

Chu Ze said: "We understand what you said, but we have to deal with this matter one by one."

Now that you know the problems, deal with them one by one.

Chu Ze understood the reason why he couldn't chew too much.

"Let's talk about the earthquake first. When the earthquake occurs, the mountains are the most affected. The second is the house.

Mountains cannot be controlled by us, but houses can.

And if we build the house firmly, even if there is a sudden landslide, the people in the house can survive for a while, waiting for rescue.

But if this house is vulnerable to a single blow, it will collapse in one earthquake, and if the landslide comes again, that house will become the current tomb.That person didn't have to wait for us to rescue him, he was gone right away. "

If a country wants to develop, population is the relationship.

This is what Chu Ze has always insisted on.

People are gone, what a fart to develop.

"As for the plague you mentioned, disaster relief, etc., have to be released later," Chu Ze said.

Zhu Biao felt that what Chu Ze said made sense.

He pondered for a moment, raised his head, and said to Chu Ze: "Even so, how do you strengthen the house?"

Today's houses are all made of wood.

Even if a wealthy family uses good wood, it is just wood.

There are very few people who can stop the earthquake, so how can they stop the landslide?

Chu Ze began to miss cement.

The hardness of this thing is much better than that of wood.

If it can be developed in this era, it can definitely save countless people.

But what about cement?

Chu Ze remembered meeting him once.

But what exactly is it, Chu Ze has no image at all now.

"What is it..." Chu Ze circled in the yard.

Suddenly, the sound of grinding came from the kitchen.

Chu Ze was annoyed, and there was nothing left and right, so he decided to go in and have a look.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a 50-[-]-year-old woman sitting in front of the stone mill with a big bucket next to it, which was full of soaked soybeans.

The woman holds the stone mill in one hand and grinds it humbly, and holds the wooden ladle in the other hand, scooping soybeans and pouring them onto the stone mill.

With the continuous grinding of the stone mill, the tofu pulp slowly flows down the stone mill.

The woman noticed that someone was looking at her, and raised her head subconsciously.

"Ah, why did Lao Yang come here? Are you hungry? Would you like us to cook you something delicious?" The woman's eyebrows and eyes widened when she saw Chu Ze.

Chu Ze is airy and easy-going.

These servants like Chu Ze very much.

Seeing Chu Ze coming, he could gossip with him.

Chu Ze waved his hand, his eyes swept over the things piled on the ground.

Suddenly, Chu Ze saw white powder in a small dustpan.

Chu Ze stepped forward, picked up the dustpan not much larger than the palm of his hand, looked at the powder, and said, "What is this? Lime?"

The woman burst into laughter.

"Master, don't talk nonsense, where can I eat this lime? This is gypsum, and it will be used to make tofu later."

Plaster.

Chu Ze didn't know gypsum and lime very clearly.

Seeing this powder, he subconsciously thought it was lime.

He coughed lightly and put the dustpan back: "All right, we won't delay your work."

"Master doesn't eat?"

Chu Ze waved his hand: "Don't eat."

Not long after Chu Ze walked out, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

plaster?

lime!

Yep, lime!
Do you need lime to make cement?

The so-called one-size-fits-all, the most homely method of making cement, instantly flooded into Chu Ze's mind.

He immediately called Zhao Si and said: "Let's give you a list, and you go and buy it for us immediately."

Chu Ze quickly wrote down the required materials and handed them to Zhao Si.

Zhao Si took the list and glanced at it, only to see the names on the list: limestone, iron ore, and clay.

"Master, is this going to be a stonemason?"

Otherwise, why do you need so many stones.

While Zhao Si was puzzled, he continued to do it non-stop.

The next day, these things were all put together.

After Chu Ze got the materials, he started to grind them.

Chu Ze can't make a good cement method, but he can still do this simple one.

Chu Ze decided to test the water by burning it first.

If the effect is good, take out the recipes and make a large number of them.

With cement, you can build a firmer house, and you can protect the safety of the people in the earthquake to the greatest extent.

The most important thing is that this thing can also be used for city defense.

At that time, they will touch the city. With the current technology, those enemies will have to invite gods to break through.

Chu Ze was full of motivation just thinking about it.

……

This matter reached Zhu Yuanzhang's ears.

He called Zhu Xi and asked, "We heard that Chu Ze hasn't left the house for a few days?"

"That's right, let's call him and he won't move." Zhu Xi curled his lips.

"Did he say what he was doing?"

Zhu Xi knows this.

He immediately replied: "Chu Ze said he was making cement."

"What is cement?"

Mud in the water?
Is there water that can be found by stretching out one's hand and scooping it into the water?

Does this still need refining?

A series of question marks popped up in Zhu Yuanzhang's mind.

Zhu Xi didn't know what cement was either.

He remembered that Chu Ze said that after the cement was made, the wall could be made stronger.

But what exactly this cement is, he still doesn't know.

Seeing that his father didn't know, Zhu Xi urged: "Father, if you want to know what it is, let's ask Chu Ze Xuandi Palace, won't it be clear?"

this is a good idea.

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Xuan Chuze!"

When Chu Ze received the imperial edict, the production of cement was at a critical moment.

Hearing that Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to see him, Chu Ze immediately rolled his eyes: "No, don't you see that we are busy?"

When is not a good time to meet him, but when he is the busiest.

Chu Ze didn't even bother to turn his head back, and continued to play with the cement.

The servant has no choice but to go back and return to his life first.

(End of this chapter)