Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

Order and chaos come and go alternately, and the cycle begins again and again, so there is a saying that the world divides and merges.

Long-term tranquility will inevitably lead to the dissatisfaction of some radicals, and uncontrolled warfare will lead to the backsliding of people's hearts.

The King of Qin swept the Liuhe, and the tiger looked at He Xiongzai, and what Zhao Tuo wanted to do was not only to sweep the six kingdoms, but also to clear the universe, rule the world, and also create a great Qin in the future generations.

In comparison, Zhang Liang was always an old man of the Han state and could not understand Daqin's behavior. The Han state had been a peaceful corner since the Spring and Autumn Period, and its king loved pleasure and had little ambition, so Daqin broke Xinzheng and the Han king surrendered directly. The whole country of "Nine Sixty Three" has since perished.

Although Zhang Liang is proficient in strategy and good at planning, in the end, he just hopes for a peaceful and prosperous world. As for how vast this prosperous world is, he does not care.

Nowadays, a large amount of rapeseed and cotton have grown on the land of Hexi. This kind of plant that can be depended on everywhere in Guanzhong can grow lush and dense even in Hexi.

Sima Yun was also very surprised. It is difficult for the millet and valley to survive here. Only these two crops are extremely tough, especially cotton. Compared with the land in Guanzhong, it actually grows better, and the blossoming cotton is snow-white and huge.

This also made Sima Yun relieved. If only sea buckthorn or short grass can grow here, then it can only be used as a place for cattle herding.

Although cattle and sheep can be eaten, it usually takes several years to grow from a calf. There are hundreds of thousands of prisoners here, and it is difficult to support the cattle and sheep alone.

Now that these two crops are available, it is possible to exchange food from Longxi County, and when 100,000 prisoners are brought down in Hexi, they will be able to graze and farm together.

Zhao Tuo in Xianyang was not surprised by what happened in Hexi. He knew more about rapeseed and cotton than people like Sima Yun.

Zhao Tuo is now concerned about the farmers' attempts to cross-breed.

On a glade in the east of Xianyang City, dozens of farmers' children are working hard here.

"Sir, is what Your Majesty said about crossbreeding really useful?"

In the field, a young man in brown clothes, who was about the age of a dancing elephant, looked at the distant street, and couldn't help asking the old man who was fiddling with pollen in front of him.

Hearing the words, the old man did not answer at first, until after he carefully imparted pollen to the two plants, the old man slowly straightened up and wiped his sweat and looked at the young man.

"Although Your Majesty said, I have not heard my father mention it before, but His Majesty's method is not impossible, have you seen Sugu in the field? 35

"Compared with the previous millet, the yield in each field has more than doubled.

"Since millet is feasible, others may not be feasible, and although it is difficult to hybridize two different crops, once successful, there will be changes.

The young man listened to the old man's words, and gradually stopped speaking, and his eyes slowly returned to firmness.

"Sir, I picked some weeds on the side of the road yesterday, I wonder if they can crossbreed?

The old man looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"Everything comes first, and Shennong also tasted all kinds of herbs first, and then he knew the world's grains and medicines... The weeds you mentioned are not the grains of the future.

Hearing the words, the young man's sweaty face showed admiration. Shennong was the originator of the farm family. The young man also understood the meaning of the old man and bowed.

"Sir, I'm going to try it now."

A month later, a green seedling grew in a field in the southeast corner of the glade. Although it was still immature and difficult to see results, the young people still took care of it every day, loosening the soil and removing insects.

"I don't know if it's a weed, but it grows so fast..."

Half a month later, the seedling was raised a bit, and the young man couldn't help muttering to himself after seeing it. After one month, the seedling had grown thick and green, and two months later, the seedling had actually grown grass ears.

At this time, it was already late autumn, and most of the surrounding vegetation had begun to wither and yellow leaves, but this corner of the field was still green.

Zhou Lisi, a farmer, has a cloud, and the crops are nine grains, which are divided into millet, millet, rice, rice, hemp, large and small beans, and large wheat. What the young man does is to intersect the wheat with the weeds on the roadside.

Daqin Guanzhong is rich, but due to the constraints of climate and environment, most of them are corn, and although wheat is very rare, the reason is that it cannot adapt to the severe cold in Guanzhong.

On the contrary, more wheat is planted in the south, with 1.0. However, because there are few fertile fields in the south, only a few places in Shu can produce more.

Gradually, the weather became colder and colder. Zhao Tuo in Xianyang City sighed at the arrival of another winter, and then turned to look at a group of officials beside him.

"I heard that the farmers were farming and breeding in the east open space of Xianyang? 35

Some officials responded respectfully after hearing Zhao Tuo's words.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Tuo laughed when he heard this. Although the farmer didn't tinker with anything useful for the time being, Zhao Tuo was very satisfied with his serious attitude.