Chapter 33 Modao is here

Chen Cang is located in the mountains and its status is extremely important. Chen Cang under the night sky looks like a monster, lying among the mountains.

Chen Cang's city gate opened, and the city gate was covered with soldiers, guarding like iron barrels. Teams of soldiers drove out of Chen Cang's city and drove towards the mountains in the dark night.

The horse's mouth was held in its mouth, and the horse's hooves were wrapped in cloth. There was no sound, nor a torch, or a light.

The Han army driving in was like a long dragon, entering the mountains, going up the mountain plateau, and driving along the road towards the valley.

Chencang is an important transit station, and the materials and weapons required in the valley must be transported here. From Chencang to the valley area, there is a road that was built by Shang Yang ordered. However, this route was guarded by Jianzhang Army. For decades, it was like an iron barrel and no one could approach it.

In order to keep it confidential, any material transportation, or even the army mobilization, was carried out at night, even the people around him did not know. The people here would never have imagined that the valley was the most secret location of the Han Dynasty.

There were already four or five thousand soldiers selected for Zhao Mo this time. Although there was still a big gap between the 30,000 and it was time for them to find something to do. Zhou Yang decided to drive them into the valley first, build barracks, and prepare residences for the subsequent army.

In the night, the Han army quietly drove towards the valley. As soon as they arrived in the valley, countless torches were lit, and Ding Jun led the Han army in the valley to greet them.

"I've met the Grand Marshal!" Ding Jun slapped his horse and stepped forward to greet him.

"Forgive!" Zhou Yang waved his hand: "Are you ready?"

"Don't worry, handsome man, you are all ready, just wait for you to arrive." Ding Jun nodded and replied.

"That's good!" Zhou Yang waved his horse whip and the Han army drove towards the depths of the valley.

Although these Han soldiers were curious, they never expected that they would bring them into the valley, but they didn't speak, silent.

When I came to this valley again, it was very different from the first time I arrived. A lot of military supplies and food and grass had been accumulated at one time. Second, I had built a lot of barracks, although it was still a long way from the required number, which was enough for the current Han army to use.

The mission of this group of Han army was not to receive training, but to start building barracks. From this day on, more and more barracks in the valley were enough to use them for tens of thousands of troops.

There is a large courtyard in Chang'an, which is located in the Grand Secretary's Mansion.

Food is the most important thing for the people. In the Han Dynasty, agriculture was the foundation of the country. The Grand Secretary’s farmer was extremely important, with many officials and the Grand Secretary’s farmer occupied a wide range of land.

Zhuang Qingzhai knelt on a short table, holding a teacup, and slowly savoring the fragrant tea. When he was acting as the prime minister, he had a lot of affairs and was busy every day, so he was so leisurely. Now it was different. He was demoted and became the Grand Secretary of the Agricultural Order. Although he was still a high-ranking official of 2,000 s, he had much less business and had no place to spend time, so he had to drink tea to live.

While drinking tea and thinking, Zhuang Qing and Zhai Da were depressed. Thinking about the time when he was acting prime minister, although he was busy, he was powerful and now he was almost an idle person.

"Grandmaster, Zhao Guo asked for a visit." The official at the door came in to report.

"Zhao Guo?"

When he heard this, the leisurely look on Zhuang Qingzhai's face disappeared, and he was very upset: "What are he doing again? He is nagging about his messy things? Why did he change the plow and hoe to pear farming, and what kind of thing? The plow and hoe have been used for hundreds or thousands of years. Who can change it? Who dares to change it?"

"Sir, do you see him or not?" The official asked cautiously when he saw him complaining.

"Didn't you see I'm busy?" Zhuang Qingzhai did not clearly say whether he saw him or not, but it was equivalent to saying that he was missing.

"You are so idle to have a tea, are you still busy?" The official whispered, but did not dare to say it, so he had to respond: "Sir, I'll go back to him now."

"I've returned to him, and I've returned to him, so that I can't tell him what he is doing in the future." Zhuang Qingzhai was very impatient.

The official responded and left. Looking at the official's back, Zhuang Qingzhai narrowed his eyes and picked up the teacup and drank tea.

However, before he could taste a few sips, he saw a man appearing at the door. He was of medium figure, but he was particularly energetic, energetic, bright eyes, wearing a curved hem and a sacred crown on his head.

It's none other than Zhao Guo.

"I have seen the Great Agriculture Order!" Zhao Guochong Zhuang Qingzhai saluted.

"You are so brave!" Zhuang Qingzhai has to meet Zhao Guo every day these days, and he has to hear Zhao Guo say that it is more laborious and less effective than ox plowing. If the Han Dynasty promoted the art of ox plowing, the Han Dynasty's food would increase a lot.

Every time I meet, these are all there, nothing else. Zhuang Qingzhai's ears sounded deadly, and he became annoyed when he saw him!

"Zhao Guo is stupid and I don't know what Dameng Ling means?" Zhao Guo asked back with a humble and arrogant question: "Dameng Ling, can you not say that you are a political matter when drinking tea?"

"you……"

This made Zhuang Qingzhai's painful foot hurt, but he didn't take it seriously. He couldn't help but feel angry and said angrily: "What's your business? Don't say anything about your useless plows, ox plowing, and using the techniques of using the field of land. It's impossible, absolutely impossible! As long as I'm a big farm order for a day, it's impossible! It's been a few hundred years, and you want to change it, and you're just thinking about it!"

The efficiency of the plow is very low, and it is no match for ox plowing. Anyone will understand it. Zhuang Qingzhai, a conservative person, lacks ambition, even rejected it in one gulp. Zhao Guo couldn't help but rush up: "Da Nong Ling, there was no tea in ancient times, and the trend of drinking tea was only in the rise. Why did you drink tea?"

"Bold!" When Zhuang Qingzhai heard this, he couldn't help but be furious and threw the teacup in his hand on the ground. The tea splashed everywhere, pointing at Zhao Guo, and cursing with a frosty mouth: "Zhao Guo, your name is not good, you are really overdoing it! You dare to talk to me like this, you are so brave!"

"One person and one ox can be worth ten people. The previous dynasty promoted the art of ox plowing. The previous dynasty was rich and the people were prosperous. The six countries in Shandong were hungry and killed everywhere, while the previous dynasty had no worries about food and clothing. This was all due to the ox plowing." Zhao Guo's anger also came and did not give in at all.

"Okay! Are you talking about the tyrant Qin?" Zhuang Qingzhai seemed to have burned his butt and jumped up: "The previous dynasty burned poetry and books, abolished the tyrants, and did not practice the kingly way, and he was destroyed. Who dared to speak for the tyrant Qin in the tyrant Qin? You, you, I will participate in you, you will definitely participate in you!"

"The Great Ethnic Order, this is a bad statement!" Zhao Guo argued with reason: "Although the previous dynasty was brutal, it was called the tyrannical Qin. But were the things in the previous dynasty bad? Isn't they the same good?"

He pointed his hand at the desk, and there was a pen on the desk: "The former general Meng Tian made a pen, so he had the pen today. You are not using it too? Why don't you abandon it?"

These words were like a knife, and Zhuang Qingzhai was choked with just one sentence. When did he think of Meng Tian’s pen making? He opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn’t say a word, so he could only blow his beard and stare at him.

Zhao Guo continued: "If the previous dynasty did not practice the art of ox plowing and the food was not abundant, how could it be possible to destroy the six countries with a mere five million people and unify the world? If the Han Dynasty promoted the art of ox plowing, there would be more food and food for the people to have enough food and clothing. The food that could not be eaten can be used to raise livestock, and the people would have meat to eat."

The Qin State had only a population of five million, but it had a million troops, and the people were well fed and well-fed. This was a miracle. The key is that the Qin State had a developed agricultural system, promoted iron farm tools, and promoted ox plowing technology.

Anyone who is familiar with history knows this, but at this moment, Zhuang Qingzhai feels more and more uncomfortable as he hears it. He is so angry that he yells: "Don't imagine! You, a small rice field messenger, dares to submit a memorial to the emperor. I haven't settled this account with you yet."

Suddenly, he remembered that he was unreasonable about what happened today. If this bold and arrogant Zhao Guo gave Emperor Jing a memorial, he would not be able to take it. He had to make a quick decision and could not give Zhao Guo this opportunity.

After thinking about it, he shouted, "Come here, I took out the official uniform of this ignorant thing and blasted it out."

The rice field messenger is equivalent to the current agricultural technician, but is only affiliated with the "Ministry of Agriculture". Zhuang Qingzhai, the big agricultural order, wanted to eliminate a small rice field messenger, which was as easy as drinking tea.

A team of people rushed in, stripped Zhao Guo's official uniform, and knocked out the Grand Secretary-General without saying a word.

"You, you, I want you to die a bad death!" Looking at Zhao Guo's back, Zhuang Qingzhai Wu couldn't relieve his hatred.

Zhao Guo, an outstanding agronomist in Chinese history, made great contributions to China's agriculture. He advocated the promotion of ox farming technology and invented the "field-replacement method", which caused the grain output of the Han Dynasty to soar, which laid a solid foundation for Emperor Wu of Han to launch the "Decisive Battle in the North of the Mo".

After his efforts, the ox plowing was officially established, which is of epoch-making significance in Chinese history.

In the absence of a large amount of fertilizer in ancient times, the method of field generation was a good method. It was used for more than two thousand years, and it was not until the rise of modern agriculture that it left the stage of history.

Even in modern and particularly backward areas, this method is still used. One piece of land grows crops, the other two pieces of land raises grass, and accumulates ground power. This is the method of replacing the field.

An outstanding agronomist of a generation kicked out the Grand Secretary. Zhao Guo was extremely unwilling to accept it, but he had no way to ask for advice and wrote a letter to Emperor Jing. He did it many times, but he had no reply.

"Woooo!" Zhao Guo was helpless and felt extremely aggrieved and covered his face and started crying.

Jianzhangying.

Zhou Yang, Li Guang, Cheng Bushi, Gongsun He, Gongsun Jian, Qin Wuhui and others were wearing military uniforms and carrying Han swords on their waists, watching around a thick wall.

This wall was built by Zhou Yang ordered people to practice, and it is of great use.

"Solid." Li Guang patted his hands, very satisfied: "It would be amazing if he could chop this wall down."

"It's unlikely!" Cheng Buzhi couldn't figure it out.

"The emperor is here!" Chuntuo's sharp voice sounded.

Zhou Yang took Li Guang and the others to greet him. Emperor Jing was wearing an imperial robe, a crown on his head, and a red electric BMW. Today, Emperor Jing was full of red light, with an excited look on his face, and a bit of hope, as if he was expecting good things to come.

"See the Emperor!" Zhou Yang and his friends lifted their battle robe and saluted Emperor Jing.

"Forgive it, forgive it!" Emperor Jing waved the horse whip in his hand, turned over and dismounted, and glanced at the generals, very satisfied.

His eyes froze on Zhou Yang and he smiled slightly. This son-in-law was always so surprising. He quickly walked to the wall, knocked with his hands, and praised: "It is firmly cultivated. Even if the big sword is heavy, it will not be chopped down, right?"

The wall is very strong, and even though the big sword is heavy, it may not be able to be chopped down.

"You have to try this to know." Zhou Yang was very excited.

"Okay! Try it!" Emperor Jing waved his hand, and the Han soldiers rushed to the carriage, with wooden boxes placed on the carriage. When the carriage stopped, the soldiers moved the wooden boxes down and pried them open.

Emperor Jing picked up a big knife, six feet long, with a blade nearly two feet long, and a handle four feet long. The blade was shining and shining, which was extremely terrifying. In the sun, it looked like a mirror.

"Wow!"

Although he already knew that the big knife was made, it was so adorable at first sight. Li Guang was overjoyed and rushed up like a flying hand, grabbed a handful in his hand, looked at it briefly, praised it loudly, and shook his wrist, and a beautiful knife flower appeared: "Too light, too light!"

"Flying General, this is ninety kilograms, isn't it light?" Emperor Jing was surprised and then understood: "Flying General's divine power is amazing. It is naturally not enough for you to use. For soldiers, ninety kilograms are heavy enough."

One pound in the Han Dynasty is equivalent to half a pound now, and ninety pounds weighs forty-five pounds. Ordinary soldiers need to use this big knife well, and they need to train hard. For people like Li Guang who are born with divine power, it is a piece of cake.

Zhou Yang took a handful and observed it carefully. The workmanship was good. You could tell at a glance that the steel fire was very good. He kept nodding and secretly praised our ancestors for being very proud.

"Zhou Yang, I have asked them to increase this knife a little. You said fifty or sixty kilograms are a bit light, but at least it costs eight or ninety kilograms." Emperor Jing explained to Zhou Yang.

"The emperor is wise!"

Zhou Yang proposed to use this big knife that day. As for the weight, it was only estimated and it was not practical. At that time, it was estimated that fifty or sixty kilograms were about the same. Later, when it was built, after trial, it was found that fifty or sixty kilograms were a bit light, so it was heavier again, reaching ninety kilograms.

"A knife has ninety kilograms, and a pair of armor, and another forty or fifty kilograms. This is more than one hundred kilograms. I also need bows, arrows, ring-headed swords, plus clothes and dry food. A soldier has 150 or 60 kilograms of weight. It's not possible to have no horses." Emperor Jing smiled and fiddled with the big knife: "Fortunately, hundreds of thousands of horses were seized last year, otherwise, how could he dare to use such heavy guys?"

He paused for a moment and said, "Come on, put on the armor, let's try it!"

Emperor Jing was extremely interested, so he took off his imperial robe and handed it to Chuntuo to hold it. Zhou Yang helped Emperor Jing wear armor. With Zhou Yang's help, Emperor Jing put on a pair of armor. After careful examination, he wrapped his whole body in steel, like an iron monster.

This armor is specially designed for matching with a large knife. When worn on the body, there are only a pair of eyes, hands, and feet exposed outside, and the rest are protected by armor.

The Han Dynasty's armor had its face exposed, but only protected the key points of the heart and chest. There was a high possibility of injury and could no longer cooperate with the big knife. The armor had to be redesigned.

Zhou Yang looked at it and was very satisfied. The wisdom of our ancestors was not conceived. Zhou Yang just made a request and they could design it so well, and it would not be possible if they were not satisfied.

"Zhou Yang, try chopping a few times." Emperor Jing shook his body.

"Your Majesty, this..." Zhou Yang was surprised. Emperor Jing was a body of thousands of gold, and he was going to try his sword with his body, no one could have imagined.

"Cut, chop!" Emperor Jing was very excited and urged him.
To be continued...