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After all, Zhang Shun is a later generation and has rich experience in civil engineering. He looked at it for a long time and finally figured out the clue.

Zhang Shun said to Zhang Shen: "If we rely solely on manpower, we may not be able to complete the goal of reclaiming 20,000 acres of farmland. I watched it for a long time today. The most time-consuming and labor-intensive part is the felling, transportation and root removal of trees."

"I have a few ideas, and I will discuss them with Mr. Zhang in detail. First, I want to allocate fifty or sixty cattle from the rebel army for transportation. Second, I have almost everyone with other tools, so I am going to order Zhang The governor put other work on hold and concentrated on building the saw to speed up the cutting of wood. Thirdly, rooting out the roots is the most time-consuming and laborious. I want to set up a pulley block and a lever and try to lift it to reduce labor hours and labor."

Zhang Shenyan frowned when he heard this and said: "I have never heard of the so-called 'pulley block' and 'lever', so I might as well give it a try. It's just the matter of allocating scalpers, but I don't think it is necessary. After all, when farming later, it will be more The hard work of these old cows is indispensable. If they are tired and sick due to the work of reclaiming wasteland, it will delay the farming."

As a traditional official, Zhang Shenyan has an instinctive reaction to caring for farm cattle. Zhang Shun never thought that it was already this time, but he was still so stingy. He couldn't help crying or laughing when he heard this: "Mr. Zhang, if the wasteland cannot be reclaimed, even if there is a lot of it, where will there be land for cultivation? Let's try our best to use it, if there is any I will bear all the damage and I will never blame you!" Zhang Shenyan reluctantly agreed.

Zhang Shun found a few more carpenters and reluctantly made some levers and pulleys, which could be used as simple tower cranes and cranes. This could reduce the workload of digging tree roots and speed up the process of reclamation.

But Zhang Shun still felt that it was not enough. According to Zhang Shenyan, sowing here cannot be later than the beginning of May. Now that the first month has passed, it is less than three months from the beginning of May. According to this progress, more than 3,000 acres can be cultivated in a month. It is already blessed by the Bodhisattva. How can we achieve the goal of 20,000 acres?

At this time, Xu Ziyuan, who had completed the statistical work, also rushed over with his team. Zhang Shunzheng didn't want to talk to him in detail when he was having a headache about reclaiming wasteland. He just said: "I already know all the data you collected. Now that you are busy reclaiming wasteland, you don't have to come here to report!"

Xu Ziyuan didn't know what Zhang Shun meant, so he quickly said: "My lord, I am here just for this matter. After we measured it with our own hands, we never thought that Lengshui east of Sanchuan City has the most arable land and the most cultivated land, so we came here specifically to ask for it. Report, lord?"

Zhang Shun was stunned when he heard this. He only glanced at the result roughly and did not understand the details. He quickly asked: "How do you say this?"

As expected of a cartographer, Xu Ziyuan quickly took out a simple map he carried with him and gave Zhang Shun guidance: "Now the rebels govern one village, one town, two cities and six miles. Among them, red soil is the worst, with small cultivated land and difficult to cultivate. .The temple is located to the east of Luanchuan Town and is a barrier to Luanchuan River, so it is not suitable for deep plowing."

"The agriculture in Sanchuan City is average, and we can barely support ourselves. Agriculture in Kangjiazhuang is prosperous, and a lot of land has been cultivated. The land that can be cultivated is only two to three thousand acres, which is better than nothing. Taojiawan and Shimiao are slightly better, and the total land that can be cultivated is almost the same. Six to seven thousand acres, the advantage is that it is close to Luanchuan River and has Yishui for irrigation."

"The second is called the river. It has abundant water resources and a lot of wasteland. It is also close to Sanchuan City, which can be more than 6,000 acres. Thirdly, Luanchuan Town is expected to be able to cultivate 10,000 acres of wasteland, which is also conducive to irrigation, making it a fertile field. But the lord may not have thought of it. , there are actually 20,000 to 30,000 acres of wasteland that can be cultivated in the cold water, and the farming conditions are no less than those in Luanchuan Town."

"What?" Zhang Shun was shocked when he heard this. He originally thought that the Luanchuan land in the Yishui River Valley was the best land in the mountains. He never expected that the inconspicuous cold water was no less good than the Yishui River Valley!

Zhang Shun originally thought that there were 20,000 to 30,000 acres of wasteland that could be cultivated in the mountains, and he was already satisfied. However, he never expected that there were still 50,000 to 60,000 acres of wasteland that could be cultivated.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shun quickly called Zhang Shenyan, and after telling him the truth, he asked: "Now that there is so much wasteland, how about we plant more and reap less? Those trees can be cut down, and the roots will be slowly dug out in the future. As long as we have enough land, why worry about insufficient food production?"

Zhang Shenyan twirled his beard when he heard this, his eyes lit up and he replied: "That's fine, but in spring and summer, these roots will sprout and grow saplings, so they need to be cut down in time. It's just that the yield per mu will be greatly reduced. I don’t know if it’s feasible!”

Zhang Shun couldn't care less, so he smiled and said: "I heard that the yield of this millet has never been high. Even if it is cultivated intensively, the yield per mu is only more than one stone. Two stones are as high as the sky. I don't ask for a high yield per mu. I can have seven or eight." Dou, if we can cultivate 20,000 to 30,000 acres, it will be enough for the rebels."

Zhang Shenyan nodded in agreement after hearing this. So Zhang Shun simply appointed Xu Ziyuan as the general manager of Lengshui Farming, and allocated him two thousand men to be responsible for Lengshui Farming. He also ordered Chen Changzhen to reclaim the wasteland near Kangjiazhuang in accordance with the law after reorganizing Kangjiazhuang.

Nowadays, the rebels are working from dawn to dusk in various places, working hard to cultivate land. Although Zhang Shun could not contribute much, he still supervised patrols every day. He was tanned and thin, and it was even harder than leading troops in battle before.

He suddenly remembered a sentence from the "Six Kingdoms" in his previous life: expose the frost and cut off the thorns to have a sizeable land.

Zhang Shun never imagined that one day he would have to "break the road to open up the mountains and forests. Fight the wind and rain, and forge ahead."

Think about how I muddle along and be lazy and slippery when I was in Zhangjiazhuang, Chenzhou. How is it different from those farmers who work all day long? It is true that people can endure hardships and stand hard work only when they are under persecution. This is probably what Mencius meant when he said, "Heaven will assign great responsibilities to these people"!

Thinking of this, Zhang Shun shook his head and wrote a letter to Lady Hong:

My wife, red lady, has gone to the place you said you would as your husband. As expected, the vegetation here is lush and the land is fertile. The land is surrounded by a valley between two mountains, which is very narrow. Fortunately, streams flow out of it, so both sides of the river can be moistened.

Since I entered this gate, I have worked tirelessly to cultivate the land day and night, never slacking off for a day. But now I have sown hundreds of millions of seeds into it. If nothing goes wrong, I should have harvested something by this winter and autumn.

It’s time to share the joy of the period with your wife to repay her for her guidance!

Sincerely.

On May 3rd of the seventh year of Chongzhen, my husband Zhang Shun wrote in his handwriting.

The red lady had just finished farming in Baodu Village. She opened the letter and read it for a long time. She blushed slightly and spat: "This pervert, what a good letter he can write!"

Hearing this, Jian'er stretched out his head to take a look, and also chuckled!