Chapter 75: The radical First Emperor, how is this possible?

"Brother, this is what happened."

Upon seeing this, Sima Feng sometimes called Ying Zheng "father-in-law" and sometimes "brother", no longer observing the formalities.

"The Thirteenth Young Master has recalled the 1.7 million laborers. Do you know how many families are crying with joy?"

Ying Zheng looked serious and asked in confusion: "You mean, is it wrong to build a palace for His Majesty to practice?"

Sima Feng responded cautiously: "Whether this matter is right or wrong, no one dares to judge it easily."

"But you see, regardless of how many families of these 700,000 laborers were reunited, we ordinary people also have to take stock of our lives!"

"Those laborers did heavy physical labor every day, and the court provided them with food."

"But this year we are experiencing famine, and it is hard to even keep our own food supply full. Naturally, the people are in a very different mood after all this. They would like to pay less grain."

Ying Zheng nodded silently without saying a word.

Sima Feng continued, "As for the 700,000 laborers who were recalled by the Thirteenth Young Master, it wasn't long before they went from street to street collecting manure."

"The common people at that time had no idea why, and they all laughed at them: 'This stinking pile of manure, there's nowhere to throw it, and yet people are scrambling to get it?'"

"However, the people happily gave up their toilets and let the workers carry away the manure."

"Looking back now, although the people were ignorant, it was understandable. Who could have thought that these feces would be so useful?"

When the First Emperor heard this, he asked with great interest: "So, more than a month ago, the 700,000 laborers started this work. What happened later?"

Sima Feng replied: "Later, those people who laughed at them regretted it so much that their intestines turned green!"

"You have been walking on the street for many days, and you must have seen people being turned away for collecting farm manure, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but smile. It was indeed true.

However, the people really cannot be blamed for this. Who could have predicted that manure could be used in this way?

The one who should be blamed is the rebellious... Young Master Thirteen, who did not inform in advance.

"This is all because Master Thirteen didn't tell everyone the truth."

Sima Feng interrupted Ying Zheng.

"But then again, for something as important as this that involves state secrets, the Thirteenth Young Master will of course choose to keep it secret until the end, and delay it as long as possible."

"If the news leaks out and is discovered and destroyed by the anti-Qin rebels, it will be a catastrophic blow to our Great Qin!"

At this time, Ying Zheng was full of doubts. "But you haven't explained clearly, how does this have to do with the inability to transport grain?"

Sima Feng waved his hand to signal him to calm down: "Please listen to me and I will tell you slowly."

"When the 700,000 laborers returned, they went door to door collecting farm manure, but they didn't tell them what they were going to do with it. They just quietly took it away."

"Maybe they didn't know what they were doing at the time. Anyway, building a palace was work, and carrying manure was labor. As long as they could have a meal, they did it."

"It wasn't until a few days ago that the mystery began to be solved..."

"It is said that a batch of mysterious 'things' have quietly emerged from the Thirteenth Young Master's secret training base recently and have been delivered to the first batch of 700,000 civilians."

When Sima Feng said this, he deliberately lowered his voice, with a mysterious look in his eyes, as if this thing was some kind of unspeakable existence.

"Now, the secret has finally been lost, and the news has spread like wildfire."

"People are gradually realizing that this so-called 'thing' actually has such miraculous effects, which is amazing."

"What's even more shocking is that what these civilians planted is the first batch of extremely precious 'treasures' of the Great Qin this year. It is expected to be distributed to the people in a few months."

"That's why the people in Xianyang are eager to try. Families with the ability to spare are rushing to the wilderness to open up fields."

"They know very well that cultivating one more acre of wasteland now means more valuable wealth in the future!"

"Although the government has not officially announced this news, the rumor has already spread like wildfire." "It is said that in August or September, when the large number of 'treasures' cultivated by the 700,000 civilians begin to be distributed, the people will plant them themselves."

"Even if we rush to plant the last season, this year's harvest will far exceed the millet harvest of the past. The yield can be described as a miraculous increase!"

Ying Zheng was confused as he listened to Sima Feng's narration. He always concealed the key information and was vague about it.

"You kid, please explain it clearly. What is so mysterious that it can easily surpass millet by several times?"

Sima Feng leaned forward slightly, causing Dahei to become nervous. He mistakenly thought that Sima Feng was going to assassinate the emperor, and hurriedly accumulated his inner energy to prepare for a response.

However, Sima Feng just lowered his voice to the lowest level: "Brother, do you know how much millet can be produced per acre?"

Ying Zheng also responded quietly: "Of course I know. Millet generally produces 200 to 300 kilograms per mu. It is the main food crop of our Great Qin. Is this what you are keeping in suspense?"

Sima Feng nodded in confirmation, then revealed a disdainful smile.

"So, do you know the yield per acre of this mysterious 'thing'?"

"How much? After applying farmyard manure, can the yield increase by 20%?"

Seeing Sima Feng's provocative expression, Ying Zheng guessed, "Could it be possible to double it to 400 to 500 kilograms?"

Sima Feng still shook his head, then stretched out his hand mysteriously and made a cross gesture.

"ten!"

Ying Zheng was puzzled: "What ten?"

"ten times."

“Ten times…four or five hundred, four or five thousand jin????”

Sima Feng nodded slightly, his tone revealing pride and confidence.

“This is only the case without applying farmyard manure.”

boom!
incredible!

A corner of the wooden table in front of Sima Feng suddenly exploded, and fragments scattered all over the floor.

"This...how is this possible?"

"And this is before fertilizer is applied. It's nonsense!"

A yield of four or five thousand kilograms per mu is a concept that is beyond imagination for Daqin!
In just one season, the people of Daqin will have enough food to eat.

It can even support a million strong army without worrying.

If the output is this level, what is the point of building the Great Wall ourselves?
Just relying on the population of the Qin Dynasty, it is enough to crush the enemy.

What if we face cavalry?
The men of the Great Qin are brave and fearless, and can push their way through easily.

With grain in hand, don't panic in my heart.

With food, we can consume the entire Huns even if we fight a war of attrition.

With so much food, the Qin Dynasty will prosper forever and there is no need to worry about the rebellion of the remnants of the six kingdoms.

In an instant, the First Emperor thought a lot.

He even forgot that he was in a busy city instead of a secret room, and he slammed his hand on the table.

Fortunately, I restrained myself at the last moment and only broke the corner of the table.

This was also his subconscious action, and the First Emperor also knew that he was overreacting.

How could there be such a magical thing in this world?
After coming to his senses, the First Emperor's eyes became gloomy.

(End of this chapter)