The imperial master of the Great Qin Dynasty taught three thousand ghost-backed Confucian scholars

Kong Chen stood in place with a confused expression.

What the hell is this group of villagers suddenly kneeling down?

He and Fusu came to this Zhuangzi on a temporary basis.

It stands to reason that no one should know the intention of the two.

Just when Kong Chen was puzzled, an old man with gray hair stepped forward and spoke.

"Thank you to the little sage Kong for his great kindness!"

"Our whole village is full of people who can't repay it. The

villagers behind him also opened their mouths to express their gratitude to Kong Chen.

"Why are you thanking me?"

Kong Chen wondered.

At this time, the village chief took a canvas from the hands of the villagers behind him.

The canvas is neat and clean, apparently carefully preserved, in stark contrast to the sallow rags and linen clothes worn by the villagers.

The painting is a portrait of ink.

In the portrait is a Confucian scholar with a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

Judging by his sturdy appearance, he is somewhat similar to the Sage Kong.

Fu Su looked at the portrait in surprise, and then looked at Kong Chen.

"Teacher, isn't this portrait you?" replied

the village chief with a smile on his big yellow teeth.

"It is the portrait of the little saint Kong. "

Hehe, our village has been worshipping the little sage Kong for the past few months.

"Three sticks of incense will be burned every day!" Seeing

the appearance of the village chief, Kong Chen's head was full of black lines.

The special master is living well.

What the hell are you giving me three sticks of incense every day?"

the village chief continued to say arrogantly.

"Our whole village was saved by the little sage Kong.

"A few months ago, the river burst and the crops were drowned.

"It was the dog in the village who went to the city to be a master for Kuo Shao, and then sent back the bundle to the people in the village, so that the whole village was able to save their lives. And

Fusu was even more puzzled when he heard this.

"Then shouldn't you thank the dog

?" "Why are you thanking my teacher?"

The village chief glanced at Fusu, saw that he was dressed beautifully, and said respectfully.

"Childe didn't know that no one in the village was literate.

"Half a year ago, the Qilu Confucian family traveled here to spread the Daqin dictionary, and taught the dictionary usage in the village for three days.

"We are stupid and have not learned, but the kid who eats a hundred meals has the ability to never forget. "

I actually memorized the entire Daqin dictionary.

Then the Great Qin dictionary was widely spread, and some people in the city were looking for a master who could learn to use the dictionary. The

dog was so tight that he memorized the dictionary in public, and then he was invited by the rich and noble family to be a master.

Kong Chen and Fusu were both shocked when they heard this.

This is a human talent!

You must know that the dictionary at this time is rudimentary.

But there are also more than 4,000 words.

With the explanations and annotations of each word, there are more than 100,000 words.

And this man called Dogan was able to memorize it all in three days.

Kong Chen couldn't help frowning.

Are the Kong family fools

? When they met such a talent, they didn't bring it back to teach them well?

Kong Chen asked eagerly.

"Is the dog in the village?"

"In the city, I just came back two days ago, and the next time I come back will be next month."

Hearing this, Kong Chen couldn't help but sigh, and could only see if there was a chance in the future.

He helped everyone in the village up one by one.

Kong Chen couldn't help but feel a little in a trance.

It was originally a dictionary that was forced to write down by those sour old men at home.

I didn't expect to be able to save people.

Sure enough, knowledge changes fate.

After bidding farewell to the villagers, Kong Chen also expressed his intention and said to the village chief.

"How are your crops growing here, and what is the yield per mu?" said

the village chief with joy on his face.

"Although the river burst its banks destroyed the crops for the first season, the soil quality improved.

"Now the corn planted by every household is growing very well, and it seems that the production capacity per mu has reached 2 stones." Seeing

the village chief's wrinkled face, a smile bloomed.

Kong Chen directly felt the demands of the people of Great Qin.

Alive, that's all.

The yield per mu is 2 stones, that is, 240 catties, which is really low.

You must know that each person needs three catties of daily living rations.

Coupled with one-tenth of the Qin Dynasty's taxes, it would take at least five acres of grain to produce to feed one person.

In this way, the peasants work all day and can barely support themselves all year round.

If there is a natural disaster, I don't know how many people will starve to death.

Kong Chen looked at the thin village chief and the dilapidated houses in the entire small village.

I couldn't help but stand in place stunned.

Maybe that's why he's here, he thought.

If he didn't know, he could turn a blind eye.

But at this time he was responsible for collecting military pay.

Is it really to exploit the peasants who are struggling to survive again?

As for the business and prosperity in the novel, it is pure nonsense.

In ancient times, although money had already been issued.

Gold and copper coins such as Daqin.

But there are still a lot of bartering cases.

Because the food of the entire Great Qin is insufficient.

Even if you have a talent for business, you can't turn 100 catties of grain into 120 catties.

There is no way to turn 2 stones per mu into 3 stones per mu.

If gold and silver enter the market in large quantities, it is like printing too much money in the banknote printing factory.

It will lead to inflation in ancient times, which will cause riots.

And this is also the reason why agriculture was heavy and commerce was suppressed in ancient times.

The fundamental reason is still the shortage of grain production in the world.

In later generations, the people no longer have to worry about being fed.

After all, the yield of hybrid rice per mu can reach 1400 catties, nearly six times the difference, which is still the best staple food.

Of course, this is also a matter of variety, and the yield of corn in later generations, that is, millet, is only about 400 catties per mu.

The rice planting conditions are harsh, and he can't get the hybrid rice cultivated by Grandpa Yuan in later generations.

But there is more to this world than just corn and rice.

Although he is a science student, he has also read a lot of novels.

Potatoes can reach 3,000 catties per mu casually, and they are very drought tolerant.

The yield of corn per mu can also reach 800 catties.

And these two kinds of grain have existed since ancient times, but they have not been introduced to China.

If we follow the normal historical trajectory, it will not be until at least 1800 years before corn and potatoes begin to be introduced to China.

But with Kong Chen, all this will change

!" Fusu, go to the Yin and Yang family to borrow the mirage boat to play!".