The First Family of Tang Dynasty

After a careful look, well, it's not Cheng Sanlang, Ma Zhou couldn't help but rolled his eyes, continued to hold his temper, and continued to watch and listen to the play.

It's almost an hour at noon, and it happens to be two plays, the general content is similar, but they are very eye-catching.

Especially when anyone sees a delicate girl's house being bullied by those vicious Goguryeo thieves.

Even Ma Zhou could not wait to throw the tea bowl on the stage. In the end, the villain would end up with a happy ending, or be chased away by the brave and fearless Tang soldiers.

Although these big shows were performed for free, there were still excited spectators throwing copper coins on the stage amidst the applause.

Even if a host specially stood up to dissuade everyone in the middle, there are still some people who are willing to throw money.

And at that time, Li Jing, the war **** of the Tang Dynasty, and Ma Zhou, the famous minister of the Tang Dynasty, were strolling around the border of Liaodong secretly and conducting various secret investigations.

Cheng Sanlang was there, finally settling the dispute between the design team and the construction team.

Good words to appease these two groups of people, let them continue to work hard and make contributions to the modernization of Liaodong.

Cheng Sanlang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the busy construction sites around him.

In the distance, in the direction of the first cement kiln and brick kiln, there are chimneys piercing the sky, billowing thick smoke at the moment.

A large number of workers, or a large number of prisoners of war, are sweating, pushing carts, or wielding shovels, or making bricks with tools there.

In addition, near the water, the waterwheels were slowly turning, the roar of the large machinery, and the smoke floating in the sky, even gave Cheng Sanlang the illusion that he had entered the steam civilization in advance.

But having said that, in just over two months, he has done so many things, which gave Cheng Sanlang a sense of accomplishment.

Now, the concrete straight road leading from Liaodong City to Yingzhou is being built at a speed that surpasses Britain and America.

What's more, the coal mines in the southern area of ​​Liaodong City have already started the preliminary construction of facilities. I believe that it will not take long for a large amount of high-quality coal to be transported to various places in Liaodong.

It is supplied to the people in various places in Liaodong for heating and industrial purposes.

What's more, those iron ores that have been proven before have also started to set up smelters.

By the end of this autumn at the latest, the Liaodong region will be able to achieve the goal of self-sufficiency in ironware, and even export it to overseas regions.

The current so-called overseas sales are naturally supplied to the countries of Fusang Island, as well as the Silla survivors who have settled down on Nakuyi Island.

Let them work hard or mine various minerals in exchange for food, cloth, meat, vegetables and other living materials.

Now in the area around Liaodong City, there are only ten acres of potatoes and almost thirty acres of corn.

Sweet potatoes are also about 20 mu of land, as well as sunflowers and peanuts, most of which are also this amount.

Cheng Sanlang believes that after the autumn harvest, the planting area of ​​potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes and other crops harvested next year will be a thousand times, ten thousand times that of this year.

Because these are high-yield crops, as far as Cheng Sanlang knows, potatoes, as long as they are intensively cultivated, coupled with high-quality land conditions in the Northeast.

If an acre of land does not grow five thousand catties of potatoes, Cheng Sanlang feels that it is humiliating the excellent farming techniques of the Tang Dynasty and the fertile black land of Liaodong.

It is even more humiliating to myself, an activist helping poor households who saw and personally participated in how to grow various high-yielding crops.

After all, after communicating and exchanging with the great priest and others, with the unnecessarily rough farming techniques of the Yin and Shang survivors, they can still produce an output of about 2,000 catties per mu of land.

The beautiful southwestern region, especially in Guizhou, where the sky is sunny and the land is flat.

Many impoverished households live in those valleys, and even rice cannot grow in some places due to the high altitude.

For example, it is difficult to grow rice in the Weining area of ​​Guizhou, so the most dominant crop in those areas is potatoes.

As for the local potatoes, as long as the scientific and rigorous modern planting procedures are strictly implemented, the average per acre will go up to 4,000 kilograms.

Cheng Sanlang is not demanding. After all, there is no chemical fertilizer in this era, but with the blessing of black soil, it is equivalent to having high-quality organic fertilizer that is pure and pollution-free.

Even if the potato varieties of this era are not as powerful as those of later generations, the output is twice as high as that of the Yinshang Continent. This should not be a dream, but a scientific and rigorous calculation.

As for sunflowers, peanuts, peppers, pumpkins... Cheng Sanlang looked at the vast field with a smile on his face, like those old farmers who were about to see a bumper harvest.

Before he knew it, Cheng Sanlang realized that it was dusk, and when he thought that Li Jing and Ma Zhou were still in Liaodong City.

After Cheng Sanlang hurriedly greeted him, he hit his horse and galloped away.

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Li Jing was still staying in the prisoner-of-war camp at this moment. At this time, the prisoner-of-war camp had already arrived at meal time.

A large number of prisoners of war have already lined up to return to the camp, picked up their trays in an orderly manner, and walked towards the kitchen stall set up in the open space.

After the chefs took over the trays, they began to prepare meals for these prisoners of war, two dishes and one soup, and solid staple food, enough to feed a strong man.

Of course, some people would go to another food stall next to them after receiving the trays filled with food, and then pay a penny or two in exchange for a variety of solid meat dishes.

For each group of 100 people, a prisoner dean is responsible for organizing the pre-dinner speech.

"Brethren, whose bread are we eating?"

"We eat food from Datang!"

"Where do we get our wages?"

"Given by Datang's firm."

"Would you like to eat and dress like this under the rule of Datang?"

"Willing~www.readwn.com~willing, willing!"

"Start eating, and finish within half a stick of incense." Accompanied by the order, a group of strong men immediately started to gobble up.

This large square is enough for thousands of people to have a meal together, and those shouts come and go, and the responses of these prisoners of war seem so sonorous and powerful.

This even made Li Jing feel that if Datang's military camp also used such a move, the effect would definitely be very powerful.

After they finished their dinner, the rest of the time was spent on the big stage set up in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Some actors began to perform various repertoires, the contents of which were similar to those performed in Liaodong City.

The difference is that these warriors were either forced to join the army, or they had to work for Goguryeo because they couldn't eat enough.

(end of this chapter)