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Several besieged Su people obviously showed disbelief on their faces, and yelled a few words in surprise, then put down their spears in surprise, and also hugged and greeted them. The two sides hugged each other very affectionately. together.

But Su Yu is still loyal to his duty. After the hug, he pointed to the bison on the ground, and he started yelling, and then the big Indian man with the feathers on his head also started yelling with a stern expression, still very determined He shook his fist, but Su Yu seemed to be even more excited. He yelled at the sky twice, turned his head and pointed at the horse he was riding, and then lowered his head to his crotch and made a fierce gesture of clicking. , Amidst the yelling and spittle splashing, the big Indian man suddenly turned pale.

But this also heard that Mao Xingjian and Dongfangmeng's group outside became famous pictures, with black question marks on their foreheads.

Fortunately, it didn't take Mao Xingjian to guess how long, Su Yu trotted back again.

"The son of the Lord of the Thousand Bulls, the prince, I have asked clearly. They are the Taburi tribe of the Lacta tribe of the Sioux. The chief of their tribe, Amalu, who wears a feathered warrior crown, we met when we were hunting bison. , They said, this is the hunting ground of their Lacta tribe, they came to hunt the bison, and it was our warriors who jumped out to snatch their prey."

After taking a breath, Su Yu's eyes fell on Han Xiaomo with admiration and awe, and he continued to explain.

"However, I told them that this place already belonged to the Daming people. The cattle department is extremely powerful. It can cut off the balls of cattle and red rabbits and horses, and let these fierce beasts carry them to fight. There is also the Han Dynasty. A powerful witch like your lord can perform witchcraft, as long as she cuts off your balls, you will become her servants, so don't mess with the bulls!"

After learning now, the son of the Sioux chieftain still has some misunderstandings about Ming culture. He is showing off like asking for credit, but Han Xiaomo's face is blushing, and a few muscular men are showing off in his mind. His muscles were bound and shivering on the ground, and he was smiling wretchedly, holding a knife and forcing the thing over with veins!

Shaking his little head violently and throwing the virtual scene out, Han Xiaomo flicked the horsewhip to his side angrily, and yelled angrily, "Su Yu, you're going to die!"

Hearing this explanation, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but burst out laughing, and shook his head with a smile. Then he asked helplessly, "No one from Su has approached our Snake City to hunt before. Why did they suddenly approach?"

"I didn't ask, but now it's winter, and the big guys are supposed to collect food for the winter, so they expanded their hunting range. If they don't eat enough in winter, many people will starve to death!"

"Starve to death!"

Mao Xingjian couldn't help repeating the sentence, but what appeared in his pupils was not sympathy, but excitement. After pondering for a moment, Mao Xingjian waved his hand generously.

"Since people will starve to death, let them carry these dead cows back."

"Prince, the brothers worked so hard to catch up. After chasing for more than half an hour, these old hats suddenly came out to pick peaches! It's enough if we don't beat them up, and give the cows They, this is too..."

He was stunned to see that the plot was so reversed, and he yelled in disbelief, but when he heard these words, Mao Xingjian's expression turned cold, his eyebrows twitched, and he asked coldly.

"Are you questioning Gu?"

Seeing Mao Xingjian's displeased expression, Genggenou couldn't help but tremble, and immediately bowed heavily.

"The villain dare not!"

Ignoring him any more, Mao Xingjian slapped Dongfang directly. More than 30 well-trained cavalrymen turned around and left. They could win something for their own clansmen. The Indian Sioux walked over, bowed there in astonishment, looked around his neck, and grabbed the back of his head with an extremely depressed slap.

"Come on! I've been sweating for a long time, and the ox hair is not even stained!"

"Brothers, let's go!"

Seeing those Su people dragging the cows that had been stabbed to death by bows and arrows, happily dragging them back, the hunting team, which had been exhausted for a long time, dragged back to Snake City listlessly as if they had lost a big battle.

"unlucky!"

Chapter 782. The First Autumn Harvest of the Prince

This immigrant from the Ming Dynasty who wears the cloak of a gold digger outlaw, after all, has revealed his rustic nature.

By the riverside, the already heavy ears of rice bent the golden body of the grain, singing chant at the same time, these descendants of the Chinese civilization circle from all over the world and even across the sea sang tunes in various dialects, sweating profusely at the corner harvesting Seeing the ripe rice, the joy of a good harvest is everywhere in the hard-working singing.

As a land reclamation base, of course Mao Xingjian set aside a threshing ground in the center of Snake City. The area of ​​this threshing ground is as large as 64 homesteads. Just like the fields, it has become a bustling labor scene at this time. To what extent is it so lively, even the school is on holiday, and everything in the farming society makes way for farming. The entire Snake City, regardless of gender, age or age, rolls up their sleeves and joins the battle. Here, the rice that has just been harvested is directly received by them. In his hand, he rectified with a clatter.

The sound of clattering is like rain, facing the gradual cold and fierce autumn wind, the elderly man and the old woman are flushed, and they are excitedly raising the harvested rice in their hands, working hard Let them sweat profusely. In the rather cold autumn air, each one of them is like a cultivator, with a little heat on the top of their foreheads. With the force of wind and gravity, they are thrown out of the ripe rice grains. The golden ones sprinkled all over the threshing floor, piled up into piles of grain.

Those big girls and young wives are busy sweeping these hard-working sweat crystals into piles with brooms, carefully picking out stones, sand, and grass blade fragments, and then putting them into baskets one by one. A fight!Ten buckets is one stone!

In the Tang Dynasty, the yield of millet that was mainly planted was about two shi per mu. In the Ming Dynasty, the population increased and the land resources became scarce, forcing people to cultivate intensively. The rice yield per mu of the good paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River increased to about three shi. The Snake City developed by Mao Xingjian has suffered a setback, and the grain yield per mu has fallen back to an average of about two stones.

But this premise is that the average person has as many as 3000 acres of paddy fields!There are more than [-] immigrants in Snake City, but they have as many as [-] mu of paddy fields, and the harvested grain is [-] shi. On average, one person needs two shi of food a year. The grain is enough to feed [-] people.

In the entire New World, there were no more than 5 immigrants from Ming Dynasty.

It is no wonder that rice is the most expensive food in this era, not only because of its rich nutrition, high protein content, sweet taste, and the labor intensity of rice labor is twice that of other crops. The first step, if you want to process it into rice for eating, you still have to go through the relief process.

In Mr. Lu Xun's "The True Story of Ah Q", Ah Q works part-time for a wealthy family, and what he does is a job. In fact, this thing has no technical content. It just puts rice into a mortar made of stone and then holds it Holding a thick stone pestle, it is enough to smash it down desperately.

But this job is very tiring!

The veins on his forehead were straight up, he was gnashing his teeth, he had a slender neck, Jin Lao Liu and the others, just like they saw the murder of their father and enemy, they yelled and smashed the big stone mortar, grinning and smashing hard, all of them were exhausted and became shriveled. In the same way, the sweat beads on the tired body were like rain, and there were not many husks of rice in a day.

What's more, what they smashed is only brown rice. To make fragrant, soft and sticky rice, they need to smash it further, and then smash off a layer of skin to make polished rice.

This is definitely a bumper harvest, but sitting at the head of the threshing ground, watching the Chen family or other scholars who came from the old continent I appointed, the elite and noble class in Confucian society are busy there, directing These gold diggers immigrated to harvest and work, but Mao Xingjian was not happy.

Success is Xiao He, failure is Xiao He, no matter how big the harvest is, you have to harvest it to be your own!Eighty thousand stones!There are only more than 1000 middle-aged laborers in Snake City, and a population of more than 3000. It is simply a fantasy and an impossible task to harvest all the fruits of labor before the frost. According to the current progress, it is possible to harvest three From [-] to [-] stones, it was the result of Chen Jiao concentrating on Taoism and begging the Taoist ancestor of the Sanqing to bless her.

Thinking of the remaining tens of thousands of shi of rice rotting in the ground, Mao Xingjian's heart was bleeding from pain, and the prince's face was also twitching violently like Grandet.

Now he suddenly misses Daming very much!I’ve only been there once, and I’m impressed by the impressive Liaodong. In Mao Jue’s Beidahuang Grain Base, the harvesting has realized the mechanization of animal power. Groups of cows pull the rotating blade harvester, and they walk through the paddy field with dry water. , the tall wheat fields were harvested.

As for dragging grains and husking, mechanization has been realized. The rotating arm driven by the steam engine grabs a large handful of rice and shakes it down, and the rice grains fly down like rain. The shape of the circle does not even need to be changed, just move it and smash it.

The weakening demand for labor is also an important reason why the price of Daming rice has fallen wildly, even to the point of five or six hundred yuan.

This obscene skill that Mao Xingjian despised in the past has now become his lifeline. If he is given two steam engines now, he will agree to it if he is not a prince.

How can we speed up the efficiency?Sitting on the boulder and watching the peasants under his hands carrying bales of rice stalks outside the city to keep a fire or feed the cows, Mao Xingjian pinched his chin and thought hard.

Just when his prince was worried, his shoulder was suddenly pushed again, and he turned his head a little irritable, but it was the chief's son who had been transformed into Su Yu holding a book he gave him, full of curiosity Desire to ask over.

"Son of the Chief of Thousand Bulls, why did Hou Ying commit suicide?"

Didn't Su Yu worship Guan Yu?Guan Yu once read "Spring and Autumn" at night, fearing that Han Xiaomo would mislead the No. 1 naturalization of the New World, so Mao Xingjian urged him to read "Spring and Autumn". Use Mao Jue's simplified characters and translate "Spring and Autumn" into vernacular. Otherwise, even if Su Yu is a genius, it is impossible to understand this thing within a year.

Here again, Mao Xingjian had to sigh. In the Ming Dynasty, he was most opposed to Mao Jue's promotion of simplified characters and ancient vernacular, but now it seems that these two items have indeed made it easier for more people to master culture.

Perhaps this is the true meaning of Confucius teaching without discrimination!

It turned out that what Su Yu was reading was "Stealing Talismans to Save Zhao".He couldn't help but sighed, casually took the book Su Yu handed over, and glanced at it, but Mao Xingjian was absent-minded, and explained it to him easily as he walked.

"This is what the ancients often lamented. Loyalty and righteousness cannot be combined. Hou Ying has a great talent, but he is not appreciated. Only Lord Xinling Wei Wuji appreciates and respects him. Therefore, Lord Xinling is righteous to him. In order to repay this loyalty, Hou Ying helped Lord Xinling stole the tiger talisman from the army, and recommended Zhu Hai to assassinate Wei State General Jin Bi."

"But on the other hand, Hou Ying is an official appointed by the king of Wei. He became Lord Xinling, but he was not loyal to the king of Wei. He came up with the idea of ​​stealing the most important military talisman of the state of Wei, and helped Lord Xinling capture the king of Wei. The [-]-strong army of the Xinling Lord fulfilled the fame and great cause of Lord Xinling, but caused the State of Wei to offend the mighty State of Qin. He betrayed his allegiance to the King of Wei. When camping, draw your sword and commit suicide! With all your loyalty!"

"Loyalty and righteousness, even if you fight for blood and life, Li Taibai's two heroes of the Spring and Autumn Period are famous in Daliang City! They really deserve their reputation! People in these days lack loyalty too much! Everyone is greedy for profit. "

After explaining how to save Zhao by stealing amulets, Mao Xingjian complained again.

"Loyalty! Righteousness!"

Looking at the fine movable lead type, Su Yu was still full of doubts and murmured, and after a while, he asked curiously again.

"Son of the Chief of Thousand Bulls, is loyalty more important or righteousness more important?"

"Of course Zhong!"