Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

  Chapter 81 Ripe Rice

   "Song of No Battle" has nine layers.

  Ordinary people can condense the "field of potential" when they practice to the seventh level. The strength of a single arm exceeds 400, and the muscles and bones of the body are comparable to copper and iron, which is enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the first-class masters in the world.

   Once you reach the eighth level, you will be able to go a step further. With every gesture, you can arouse the "power" to add to your body, coupled with the blessing of strength, it can be called inappropriate courage.

   "嗡~~"

  The 'murderous aura' condensed on the body surface was absorbed by Mo Jun one after another, and the [small red crystals] full of pure blood energy were even regarded as snacks by Mo Jun, and they stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

  Almost condensed into a substantive 'murderous power', it formed a whirlwind like a dragon swimming on Mo Jun's body.

  Jian Jiuyuan and Hei Yu outside the door immediately sensed the strangeness inside the door, and the sense of threat that was like a glow on their backs made Jian Jiuyuan couldn't help showing a little surprise.

  But when he saw that Heiyu not far away seemed to be surprised, he stopped thinking about it.

   "Tear~~"

In the room, the power in Mo Jun's body continued to rise, until at a certain moment, Mo Jun's skin seemed to be torn apart suddenly by the huge force, and Mo Jun finally took out three [Life Crystals (fragments)], and swallowed them in one gulp. into the belly.

  With the energy supplement of [Life Crystal], the wound that had been torn and oozing blood quickly began to heal.

   But not for long.

  New wounds appear again, and then continue to repair with the supplement of life energy...

  It goes back and forth like this.

   After nearly an hour, Mo Jun swallowed almost twenty [life crystals (fragments)] in a row, and the process finally ended slowly.

   At this time, Mo Jun's clothes were already covered with a large piece of dried blood.

   "Successful!"

  Mr. Mo turned his strength slightly, and then tapped each other lightly with both hands. After hearing the sound of metal and iron clanging, his face immediately showed a look of satisfaction.

   As for his current embarrassment, Mo Jun didn't pay much attention to it.

  Because this is the price you need to pay to forcefully break through the eighth floor.

The last two layers of "Song of No Battle", each breakthrough layer needs to be prepared with a special medicinal liquid, and then the water grinding time and time again is used to create this layer covering the surface of the skin in the process of destruction and regeneration. Battle armor].

"Song of Non-Battle" is a very advanced martial arts secret book. Although it is not as good as the top martial arts at the core of a hundred schools of thought, its fellow practitioners of the two ways of "spirit" and "spirit" are comparable to the top martial arts. Not much less.

And the layer [Never Fighting Qi Armor] condensed after practicing to the eighth layer is a protective shield formed by the body through the body, and it has a defense that is not inferior to that of advanced horizontal martial arts masters. ability.

  It is only slightly inferior to the top hard skills such as [Pijiamen], which specialize in horizontal training.

  Originally breaking through the eighth floor, even if ordinary people have sufficient resources, it will take at least several years of hard work to have a chance to practice. After all, it takes a long time to repair the damage of the physical body.

  However, at the cost of twenty [Life Crystals], Mo Jun added a large number of [Red Small Crystals] to replenish energy, abruptly shortening years of hard work to an hour.

  In today's world.

  Probably only Mo Jun can do this.

  Find someone to carry the bathtub, boil the water, Mo Jun took a shower, changed his clothes, and then walked out of the room.

  Mr. Mo's breakthrough did not attract too many people's attention.

Only Hei Yu and Jian Jiuyuan noticed the change in Mo Jun's eyes. The eyes of martial arts practitioners are usually very bright, but ordinary people are like 'stars' at most, but during this time, Mo Jun's eyes are like 'lightning lights' '.

   And this is precisely because Mo Jun has just made a breakthrough, and he is a little bit unable to suppress his spiritual power.

   "My lord's cultivation is so advanced?"

  Jian Jiuyuan was obviously a little stunned. He knew that Mo Jun possessed martial arts.

   At most, it is based on personal talent, and the emphasis is slightly different.

   It's like Zhanqin.

  Although he was born in Confucianism, his martial arts skills are also not weak. Although he is not top-notch, he is not far behind.

But Jian Jiuyuan never expected that Mo Jun's cultivation would be so advanced. To put it bluntly, in his feeling, with his own strength after breaking his arm, if he fought head-on with the current Mo Jun, he I feel that I may not be Mo Jun's opponent.

   "What a hell, this person started practicing in the womb?"

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   Time flies to September.

  After nearly two months of action, Ying Zheng has removed most of Lu Buwei's nails in the army, and more than 70% of the military power has now been taken back by Ying Zheng.

  With these military powers, even if Lu Buwei returns to the court now, Ying Zheng has the confidence to confront him head-on.

   But these alone are obviously not enough.

  Since he has chosen to do something, Ying Zheng, who has been patient for many years, is naturally too lazy to continue pretending.

  No longer installed.

   Showdown.

  The widow will be a 'tyrant'. To be an 'Emperor'. I want to be that 'one emperor through the ages'.

  However, Lu Buwei has taken root in the government and the public for many years, and his forces are all over the court and the public. Even with the power Ying Zheng now has, if he wants to bring down Lu Buwei at once, he still lacks a little strength.

   Just right, isn’t it a coincidence!

  Mr. Mo is now able to provide Ying Zheng with that little 'assistance'.

  September is the harvest season.

   After several years of cultivation, Mr. Mo finally cultivated the 'first-generation improved rice seed', and finally successfully completed the first test today.

  Mr. Mo’s 20-acre experimental field is planted in the [farm] reclaimed from the back garden. It is safe to put it here, because no one can see the tricks in the 20-acre experimental field before it matures.

  Even Jian Jiuyuan and Heiyu, who used to frequently enter the farm, never found anything unusual.

  But now as these 'first-generation improved rice varieties' mature, the difference from ordinary rice is immediately reflected.

  The weights and measures of Qin State are different from those of later generations.

  The area of ​​one mu of land in Qin State is much smaller than the area of ​​one mu of land in later generations.

   But even this cannot conceal the fact that the current grain production is low. According to today's standards, an average acre of land can produce grain for one stone to one stone and a half, and it can already be called "good land".

   And if the grain production reaches more than two stones, it is a good 'fertile field'.

   Measured by the hereafter.

  A stone in Qin State is about 60 catties.

   That is to say, even if it is the so-called "fertile field" at present, one mu of land can produce about 120 to 150 catties of grain.

  Before it was outside Xianyang, including the current Nanjun.

  No matter what grain field Mo Jun passes by, the first feeling he sees is sparse.

  The shriveled rice ears and slender poles swayed in the field, and when the wind blew, it looked like the hair of a middle-aged man, and all of them were exposed instantly.

   But these are already rare and common sights for the people of this era.

on the contrary.

   Instead, it was the scene of the 20 acres of field Mo Jun planted that left everyone dumbfounded.

  Blowing the breeze, the 20-acre rice field in front of Jian Jiuyuan, Heiyu, Yaogui and others shone golden under the reflection of the sun, and the thick rice stalks were covered with plump and huge ears of rice.

   The wind blows.

  The rice in the rice fields is like the thick black hair of young people, constantly intertwined and flapped together, making the most melodious sound in the world.

   "My lord, this is..."

  Jian Jiuyuan's breathing was stagnant, and he couldn't help but speak to Mo Jun.

   But before he finished speaking, Mo Jun waved him off and threw him a sickle, saying: "Don't ask, first help harvest and weigh."

  The rice here is still kept secret at present, so this harvest can only rely on Mo Jun, Hei Yu, Jian Jiuyuan, Yao Gui, Zhan Qin...they only a few people to do it.

   But the people here are not the kind of princes and nobles who don't eat the fireworks of the world. In addition, they have martial arts, and the 20 acres of land are quickly and easily harvested.

  Then everyone used a simple 'hand-cranked rice thresher' made by Mr. Mo, and worked until the evening, before they finally punched out all the ears of rice and finished weighing them.

   "There are results!"

   As soon as the voice fell, everyone present gathered in an instant.

Zhanqin manipulated an instrument similar to a balance to weigh all the ears of rice. When he finished weighing, he couldn't help swallowing, then looked at everyone in horror, and said slowly: "Twenty mu The sum of all harvests in the field is... fifty-three and a half stones."

   "Fifty-three stones and a half, on average, the yield of one mu of land is..."

  The drug ghost who rarely came out of the [Medicine Garden], today it is extremely rare to take the initiative to help Mo Jun with his busy schedule, and when he heard the results obtained by Zhanqin, he quickly converted and came to a conclusion.

   "Close to two stones and three gold."

  As soon as this remark came out.

  Everyone at the scene couldn't help but gasp.

  Fifty-three stones and a half, converted to a weight of about 3,200 catties for later generations.

   average down.

  This time the output per mu of field is around 160 jin.

  The field in the back garden of the Sheriff's Mansion used to be considered a relatively standard fertile field. Under normal circumstances, a normal harvest of one mu of land can harvest one hundred catties of grain every year.

   That is to say.

  Mr. Mo improved the ‘first-generation improved rice seed’, which increased grain production by 60% on the basis of the original.

  It is slightly higher than the original estimate of 50%.

   "My lord, these rice grains are..."

   "As you can imagine, these are the 'first-generation improved rice seeds' invented by me. With other conditions unchanged, the rice yield from this kind of rice can be increased by about 50% to 60%."

Now that the rice has matured and the experiment has been successful, there is no need to continue to hide the truth from the few people present. Mo Jun simply said: "If it can be used with another 'composting fermentation technology' I invented, the yield should be increased by two times." to 30%."

Mo Jun did not use his own 'fertilizer' when planting the 20 acres of land, because these rice belongs to the experimental field, and the comparison effect can only be shown when other conditions are equal to the current era, so that Mo Jun can create the 'first' in the future. The second generation of improved rice species'.

  But not using your own 'fertilizer' does not mean that there is no fertilizer in this era.

  In fact, since the Spring and Autumn Period, some people have known how to use 'plant ash' and 'dung' to fertilize crops, but this kind of fertilizer is still very rough, and the effect is naturally not as good as the 'high technology' brought by Mo Jun two thousand years later.

  Jian Jiuyuan stared: "Five to sixty percent?"

  Yaogui also turned his head suddenly: "Is it possible to increase by 20 to 30%?"

   Zhanqin beside him was holding the rice in the sack, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

  Even Hei Yu, who has always had little emotional fluctuations, couldn't help but reach out and straighten a bag of rice that had fallen on the ground at this time, with extremely careful movements.

   Live in this age.

  No one knows the importance of 'food'.

  Even those rich and nobles, it's not that they don't know how precious food is. It is precisely because they know how precious food is that many people use actions such as 'wasting' food to set off their noble status.

  One of the most important ideals of people like Yaogui and Zhanqin working hard to learn medical knowledge is to change this world.

   And now, the opportunity to change the world is in front of them.

   "Old man... I almost committed a serious crime!"

  Jian Jiuyuan was holding a handful of rice, his fingers trembling slightly, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

  He thought that in order to save Jian Ling'er, he even had the idea of ​​'kidnapping and assassinating' Mo Jun.

  Thinking about it now, fortunately the drug ghost stopped me at the beginning, otherwise if I really did something, and it succeeded.

  Na Jian Jiuyuan estimated that he would die in the future. Under Jiuquan, his ancestors would give him a big mouth when they saw him.

  Food increased by 50%... No, it may even be 80 to 90% of the output now.

  What is this concept?

  The simplest and most direct example is enough to directly double the population of the entire world.

   No wonder Master Yaogui told himself that Mo Jun could change the world. Isn't such an ability enough to change the world?

   "My lord, what should I do next?"

   Zhanqin asked with a trembling tone while stroking the rice in the sack with one hand as if stroking a lover.

  Mr. Mo rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then said: "Taking advantage of the good weather these few days, let's dry the rice for seeds, and then I will personally **** it into Xianyang and hand it over to the king."

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  (end of this chapter)