Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

Spring is coming, and Jiang Han feels that it is time to prepare and start planning some things.

"Yes, Boss,"

Dongzi, who was in charge of the gate, responded and ran forward to call for help.

Their division of labor was discussed and based on everyone's expertise. Jiang Han fully considered everyone's wishes to see what they wanted to do. Although it was not a particularly critical move, everyone felt that they were respected.

I really can't express how good I am about this boss.

The more grateful I am, the more I want to complete the tasks given by my boss with all my strength. I must do my best to live up to my boss's cultivation.

"Hurry, hurry, the boss is going to have a meeting!"

"Ah? I have water boiling in the pot?"

"Don't worry about your water, the boss's will be more important!"

"Yes, yes, yes, look at me..."

There was chaos in the compound.

Jiang Han went into the room, picked up the teapot on the table, poured three cups of water in a row, and after gulping them down, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh! It's finally over. I've been talking to these old men and women until my throat is dry."

45 on the side looked at Jiang Han sideways as he drank water like a cow.

"So why are you chatting with the old man?"

“It’s all for the sake of career!”

Jiang Han sighed.

"These days, there's not even an advertisement. Even good wine needs to be hidden in a remote alley. If you want to sell something, you must first figure out the intelligence work and spread your reputation. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's get ready and have a meeting first."

"Why do you seem to particularly enjoy meetings now?"

45 muttered a few words and followed Jiang Han into the yard.

"You are our intelligence chief, and you are extremely important to me. Meeting with us will help you establish your ideas, and it will also be helpful for your future work."

Jiang Han spoke earnestly.

"Eh? I actually want you to teach me how to generate intelligence. It seems like I'm really going backwards in time..."

"I'm sorry, I was too arrogant, please forgive my presumptuous remarks."

For the sake of his own safety, Jiang Han decisively gave in.

"Hehe~ Since you said I'm very important to you, I'll reluctantly let you go this time."

"Thank you, brother 45!"

Jiang Han had just finished speaking when the dog next to him pulled his sleeve. When he turned around, he saw the dog looking at him eagerly, "What about me?"

"Dogs are also very important to me. You are my most important personal bodyguard."

Jiang Han touched the dog's head and praised it with a smile.

"hey-hey!!"

The dog opened its mouth in satisfaction and smiled happily. Such a simple dog is so easy to coax. The little girl next to it looked envious.

She also wants to be patted on the head by the noble brother...

A crowd of people had gathered in the yard. They found a place to sit cross-legged on the ground, waiting for Jiang Han to speak.

"Everyone is ready for rescue so quickly."

Jiang Han was somewhat surprised at the strong subjective initiative of these people in front of him, and slowly said: "I am very sorry to disturb you all in your busy schedule, but this will be more important and will involve the development of a series of arrangements we will make later, so please listen patiently."

"Boss, you are too polite. Just give us an order."

"Yes, yes, Boss, as long as you say the word, we will do it even if it costs us our lives."

Jiang Han's courtesy and respect for the wise and humble were simply a flattering experience for these people who had been treated like animals for many years. They were filled with the emotion of "a gentleman will die for his friend".

“Hahaha, how can that be? Wouldn’t that make me the same as those big landlords who exploited you? I said before, I bought you because of fate, and we gathered here because we share the same belief. Let’s not talk about that for now. Let me briefly talk about the purpose of this meeting.”

Jiang Han waved his hand and stated the theme of this meeting: "I have been thinking about how to save this land and the people on it. I think the most critical thing is to feed the people first. If people are not well fed, they will have no energy and no thoughts to do other things. A person with a full stomach will know etiquette. People who are just struggling to survive have no future to speak of."

"So, I came to Jiangnan, ready to implement a plan"

Seeing the person in front of him looking at him intently, Jiang Han stretched out a finger.

"First of all, I want to alleviate the famine in the Ming Dynasty, or even eliminate it completely."

"As for how to do it, please look at what I have in my hand."

Jiang Han turned over his palm, and a palm-sized potato appeared in his hand.

It appeared! The noble brother's ability to create things out of thin air!

Ni'er watched Jiang Han's performance with shining eyes, her eyes full of longing.

The servants were a little surprised that Jiang Han took out something out of thin air, and they were more curious about what the yellow thing in the boss's hand was.

"This thing is called potato, but I prefer to call it potato. It grows in the American continent thousands of miles away, and there is a vast ocean between us and the Ming Dynasty."

"It was brought in by the Portuguese when they paid tribute to the Ming Dynasty. It is only grown on a small scale in the Royal Farm. It is very precious."

After listening to Jiang Han's introduction, someone asked, "Boss, this thing is so precious, what's so magical about it?"

"Good question!"

Jiang Han encouraged this attitude of thinking and asking questions, and introduced it again: "This plant was originally one of the main food sources for Native Americans, because it matures quickly, is suitable for both vegetable and grain, and is very filling. Most importantly, it has a high grain yield!"

"How high is it exactly? Generally speaking, if we plant in April and May and harvest in autumn, the yield of one acre of potatoes can reach 2,000 kilograms!"

“Two thousand pounds!!!”

This number made everyone present lose their composure! You know, if the wheat yield per mu reaches 500-600 kg, it is considered a good harvest! 2,000 kg! This is a four-fold increase! There is such a magical thing in the world? ?

Especially since the time is short! It only takes half the time of wheat! And you can harvest four times the product!

Everyone looked at the unremarkable yellow lump in Jiang Han's hand as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

"So are we going to sell these potatoes, boss?"

Zhang Tieniu asked, his voice trembling, if, if he had this thing earlier, his wife and children would not have starved to death...

“No, we don’t sell raw materials, we sell finished products.”

Jiang Han denied it.

Cooked products?

Seeing that everyone was confused, Jiang Han explained again: "The grain industry is now controlled by the major aristocratic families, bureaucrats and landlords. The big grain merchants are not without grain, but they have grain but don't sell it. Once they discover the production of potatoes, they will definitely eat them up before the popularity of potatoes is spread to ensure their own interests. In this case, our efforts will be meaningless, and it will take more time to achieve our goals."

"The boss is right, those sons of bitches will definitely do that!"

"That's right! These dogs won't eat them!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation. Almost all those present were victims. They were very familiar with the faces of those big landlords and bureaucrats. This was indeed what they would do.

"So, we have to carry out preliminary processing before selling them, so that we can keep the secret of the potatoes from being leaked in the first place, and buy time for us to expand production. My initial idea is to grind them into flour or something like dry food after they are ripe. As for the specific operation, those of you who are good at cooking can study it together."

Jiang Han looked at the cooks standing beside him and nodded to them.

The cooks were eager, and when they saw Jiang Han nodding to them, they were even more excited. Such an important task actually fell on their heads, and more importantly, the boss's affirmation! They could hardly contain their excitement and wanted to get into work immediately!

"It will become our cornerstone product and take the first step for us! For this purpose, I have sent people to help me find farms, prepare to purchase farms, and start planting. At the same time, I will also look for a second crop, sweet potatoes. I will talk about this later."

"The above is the work of the Food Department. The work in the farmland mainly consists of three parts: first, potato planting, second, the construction of greenhouses, and third, the rice hybridization experiment project."

Jiang Han stretched out three fingers to show everyone the grandness of his plan!

Volume 54: Chapter Chapter : Failed Infiltration

"Greenhouse? What is that? And what is rice hybridization?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't recognize any of the words the boss said. Is this a scholar? He is too powerful.

"Boss, what is a greenhouse?"

Inspired by Jiang Han's previous affirmation of their courage to ask questions, the servants gradually became bolder in asking questions.

“Good question”

Jiang Han nodded.

"The so-called greenhouse is a warm facility used to add heat to the fields to ensure that vegetables can be grown even in extremely cold temperatures, such as in winter."

“Can you grow vegetables in winter?!”

The farmers on the side all stood up. What was going on? First he brought out a magical item that could produce 2,000 kilograms per mu, and then he brought out something that could allow people to farm in winter. Could this boss be a god?

Ni'er folded her arms and nodded, "Brother Guiren, you still say you are not a god!"

"How... should we do this? Boss, tell me now!"

Since ancient times, no planting activities have been possible in winter due to the low temperature and severe cold. Winter vegetables are grown on the coast far in the south, then frozen in ice and transported to the capital city in an emergency, which is very costly.

Therefore, winter is generally a rare rest time of the year for farmers after the harvest. If they can't sit still, they can go up the mountain to chop some firewood, burn some charcoal, or hunt some game to supplement their family income. Winter has always been synonymous with production stagnation.

Now there are people saying that planting can be done in winter. This has completely overturned the three views of everyone present. Everyone, even those who have not been to school, knows what this means.

Several farmers fell to their knees and kowtowed on the spot, which scared Jiang Han.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Get up, get up!"

Jiang Han hurriedly helped up the people kneeling on the ground.

"Boss, if what you said is true, we will build a shrine for you at home and worship you every day. Please don't lie to us. We can also farm in winter. Is that true?"

Several people still found it hard to believe.

"Why would I lie to you?"

Jiang Han couldn't help but laugh.

"There are still many things we can do to increase agricultural production. For example, can we improve fertilizers? Can we improve soil? And, what I am going to talk about next, hybrid rice."

Jiang Han has a strong sense of confidence on his face. What is the most important thing for an entrepreneur? Drawing cakes!

An entrepreneur who can’t paint a rosy picture is not a good entrepreneur. You have to imagine the future with them, talk about dreams, lock up equity, and tie up real estate. Only in this way can you treat your employees like beasts of burden and make them work hard for you.

Look, Jiang Han didn't ask for a penny in salary, but these people are working very hard and their enthusiasm is rising. This is all the result of his empty promises!

Not only that, after the farm was built, he had to continue recruiting people. The labor force in the late Ming Dynasty was simply cheap, even cheaper than cabbage!

No money is needed, just provide food. As long as food is provided, plenty of laborers will rush to work. If he does not take advantage of such a demographic dividend, his conscience will not be at peace and his conscience will hurt!

That night, the moon was bright and high in the sky, and the water was calm.

Shen Lian looked at Miao Tong who was sleeping beside him, observed her carefully, and after confirming that she was asleep, he stood up slightly, tiptoed out of bed, and slowly put on his clothes.

Walking out of the inner room, I came to the warehouse. There were three swords in the warehouse: the first was a large horizontal sword, the second was a goose-feather sword, and the third was a double sword.

Shen Lian's gaze slowly swept across the three knives, and a trace of nostalgia appeared on his face, as if, looking at the three knives, he could go back to the past and live with his eldest brother and third younger brother.

Slowly coming out of his memory, Shen Lian calmed himself down, pulled out the goose-feather knife in the middle, held it in his hand, and walked out of the door.

The outer wall of Kangpingju was very high, but this did not pose a problem for Shen Lian. He found two walls that were relatively close to each other, leaped up, pushed the walls to the left and right, thrust his hands upwards, and lay on the top of the wall.

Slowly hoisting himself up, Shen Lian tiptoed to the top of the wall and observed the location of the main house.

In the alley, the night watchman was holding a lantern and shouting slogans from far away. With the help of the sound of the night watchman beating the board, Shen Lian slowly landed on the ground.

He had something he wanted to confirm.

The conclusion he came up with during the day was what he used to comfort Xiaotong. As for a person who had a guard with the strength of a thousand-household Jinyiwei and knew his identity, Shen Lian had no confidence that it was really a chance encounter with him.

He wanted to find out what the other party's purpose was.

But, he is in a little trouble now.

"Why is it that every time we move, there are always guests who don't even know how to walk in the door on the first night? Is this some local tradition?"

45 Standing in the moonlight, looking at Shen Lian in front of him, he couldn't help but start complaining.

It was the same before in the city. After just one night in, someone would climb over the wall and come in. Now that I have come to Jiangnan, it is still the same. Is there some buff on our commander that makes it 100% certain that someone will climb over the wall?

When Shen Lian saw the person suddenly appearing in front of him, his first reaction was to draw his sword. The Yanling sword passed down from his family was pulled out of the scabbard with a metallic humming sound, pointing directly at 45.

"I advise you to try not to move around"