The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 65 Industrialization of Agriculture [Please collect and recommend]

No money means you can’t enter the city!

Yan Yan had no choice about this. There was a fee to enter the city. This was accepted by the whole world. After all, repairing and maintaining the city required money.

As for breaking in or sneaking in, Yan Yan gave up the idea while looking at the crenellations on the city gate for shooting.

After the Shin Bulai Reform, he reorganized South Korea's army and organized private and national soldiers into a large army. This is why South Korea is obviously the weakest among the seven countries, but it can always maintain a standing army of [-].

This is completely unmatched by Chu State. At least in South Korea, King Han's words are true and no second voice is allowed.

Of course, this is also related to the small size of South Korea and the ability of the royal power to radiate throughout the territory.

"So, what does Uncle He want me to know about Negative Millet?" Yan Yan didn't believe that Old Uncle He had no other purpose in asking the Mo family to send him to Negative Millet.

At this time, Bai Yifei was still in Tangxi, which meant that he was here to steal the house!
"If you can't get in, don't go in!" Yan Yan was also very open-minded. If he wanted to figure out the purpose of coming to Fuzhou, he didn't necessarily need to go into the city.

"Huh?" After wandering outside Fushu City for a while with Young Siming, Yan Yan discovered something was wrong.

It's so clean here!
It's so clean that it doesn't look like a city!
Even in royal cities such as Juyang and Shouchun, open defecation and defecation are inevitable, and there is no shortage of filth.

But there is no such phenomenon in negative millet, and there are many public toilets built!
"Isn't Magistrate Lingshui also a time traveler?" Yan Yan hesitated.

Hygiene was not something that was taken seriously in this era, and Yan Yan was a little suspicious of the cleanliness of Negoshu City.

Yan Yan could even see that there were tourists and farm officials catching people who defecated in the open!

In a small village on the edge of Fushu City, Yan Yan saw a decree monument erected by the government.

"Are you so responsible?" Yan Yan frowned.

This decree tablet has all Korean decrees engraved on it. It is extremely detailed and even includes requirements for farmland farming.

There are detailed requirements for the depth and width of digging, the number of seeds per acre, and the amount and frequency of fertilization.

Today's Confucians are not rotten Confucians who are indifferent to the four bodies and five grains. During the spring plowing, Yan Yan also plowed with his teachers, and he also knew that the requirements in the law were extremely reasonable.

But such detailed farming requirements made Yan Yan feel unreal. If South Korea was like this, South Korea should not be the weakest among the seven countries.

Even dominating the Central Plains is not an exaggeration!

"Spring plowing, spring plowing!" Just when Yan Yan was confused, a group of farm officials walked into the small village, rang the gongs, and urged the farmers to come out to work.

Yan Yan's brows furrowed even deeper. Officials even came to urge people to do farming. This seemed a bit too responsible, right?
Then I saw a group of villagers walking out of their homes at the urging of officials and walking towards the fields.

The officials followed closely behind, strictly supervising the farmers to cultivate.

But when they got to the fields, the officials found a shady place to rest, drank tea, ate preserved fruits and watched the farmers plowing.

"Something's wrong!" Yan Yan looked at Young Siming and whispered, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Shao Siming also felt the abnormality of this state, and then stretched out his finger and wrote two words on the ground.

"Prisoner!" Seeing the two words written by Shao Siming, Yan Yan suddenly realized that something was wrong!

This is not the life that people should have at all, but more like prisoners, being driven and monitored by jailers.

Similarly, Yan Yan soon discovered that the officials were also surrounded by a group of people. The people all sent food, dried meat, money and other things to please them, and then pointed to their own fields.

It wasn't until they got the nod from the officials that the farmers working in the fields were able to take a short rest.

"This is treating the people as prisoners!" Yan Yan understood what was wrong.

But this was not what shocked Yan Yan the most. What shocked Yan Yan even more was that households in the village were not allowed to have their own toilets. If you wanted to use the toilets, you had to go to the public toilet at the entrance of the village!

Then I saw the civilian husband coming to the official again after finishing the land. After paying the money, he got a bamboo slip from the official.

"Old man, what is this?" Yan Yan asked in confusion as he followed an old man who had obtained a bamboo slip.

"Fertilizer pick!" The old man said with dull eyes, and then ignored Yan Yan.

Yan Yan could only follow the old man with Shao Siming.

It was not until the entrance of the village that I saw several farmers taking out buckets of farmyard manure from the cesspit of the public toilet, and the farmers had to rely on the bamboo sticks in their hands to exchange for the loads of dung.

"That's it!" Yan Yan finally understood why Fushu City was so clean!
Because farmers want to apply fertilizer, they must buy it from the government, but the government does not allow privately built huts to fertilize!
After observing carefully for a long time, Yan Yan discovered that it was not just farmyard manure, but also plant ash!
In slash-and-burn farming, the wheat stalks and rice stems after the autumn harvest are generally burned and stored in the farmland for a winter, and then returned to the land as natural organic fertilizer in spring.

However, this is not the case in Negimaocheng. All wheat ears and rice stems are recycled and burned for storage. Farmers who want to get plant ash also need to spend money to buy it from the government and get a visa to exchange it.

Although Yan Yan did not see the wheat ears and rice stems being recycled, he could see the piles of plant ashes.

"If nothing else happens, farmers may not even be allowed to cultivate grain seeds privately!" Yan Yan said solemnly.

Even plant ash and farmyard manure are monopolized, so it is even less likely that farmers will be able to grow their own grain seedlings!

Moreover, there are officials watching the fields. Even if farmers want to privately burn plant ashes to fertilize, they cannot do it, let alone cultivate their own grain seeds.

"I hope it won't be so serious!" Yan Yan suddenly thought of something and walked towards Yingshui with Shao Siming.

Soon, Ying Shui appeared in front of the two of them, and the worst thing happened.

There are small wooden houses built on the Yingshui River Canal, and next to the wooden houses is the diversion port.

"They even have a monopoly on the water mouth!" Yan Yan took a deep breath.

Fertilizer and plant ash cost money, rest cost money, grain seeds cost money, and now even watering for irrigation also costs money!
This means that all aspects of farming are controlled by the government, and people who want to engage in production have to pay again and again.

When the autumn harvest comes, after paying taxes and deducting these production costs, farmers will have almost nothing left!

"I wonder who came up with the idea to industrialize agricultural production!" Yan Yan felt deeply frightened.

(End of this chapter)