Chapter 1260 What is the reason for getting the wasteland?
Chapter 1260: What is the purpose of getting the wasteland? To grow cotton (please subscribe and vote)
Therefore, as long as it can withstand this weight, the paved official road can at least reach the level of rural justice in later generations.
As for high-level kilometers, highways, etc., haha, it’s none of my business. If you have the ability, then you can travel through a time traveler who is engaged in the construction industry.
I'm just a medical worker. If I could create a rural road-level cement pavement more than 1,400 years ago, it's already very prosperous, okay?
The presence of Cheng Chubi and others made the Ministry of Works officials and craftsmen present even more eager to show off.
I began to test the heavy capacity of the cement board in front of Cheng Chubi and others, and saw the huge stone lock placed on the cement board.
The cement board remained motionless, and the big stone in Cheng Chubi's heart finally fell.
Especially the cement slab embedded in the ground, on which the eight stone locks were stacked.
The concrete slab also showed no signs of cracking.
Li Ke's expression became colorful.
"I'm afraid this thing is stronger than a rock, brother Chu Bi, this kind of fired cement.
If it can be used on a city fortress, wouldn’t it be really impregnable?”
Cheng Chubi nodded noncommittally. History tells us that there is no invincible fortress.
But now is not the time to argue with the Governor of Luzhou about these minor issues.
"Probably, but please don't forget, Your Highness, we made this thing just to build the official roads of Huzhou."
Li Ke nodded slightly and smiled, but His Highness still took a deep look at the cement boards before turning around.
"Of course I know this. Come on, let's go over and have a look."
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About ten miles southeast of Liangzhou City, there used to be large fields there.
However, as early as the late Sui Dynasty, due to the turmoil of war, the population in Liangzhou area decreased and the people were displaced.
All have been turned into wasteland, and now, this vast expanse of land has been gifted to the Han and Tang dynasties by His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
At this moment, the severe cold in Longyou has subsided, the earth has returned to spring, and the wasteland that was originally covered by overgrown weeds.
At this moment, large areas are being reclaimed, and Cheng Wu, the steward of the old Cheng family, is standing on a high hill not far away with a proud look on his face.
Looking at the nearly 10,000 acres of cotton seedlings that have been planted, even though so many martial arts families from the Han and Tang dynasties had worked together, they arrived here at the turn of autumn and winter last year.
But the real start of land reclamation was a month ago. After a quick and slow pace, nearly 30,000 acres of land were finally reclaimed in time for the cotton planting season.
Now 10,000 acres of land have been planted, and in two to three days, all 30,000 acres of land should be planted with cotton.
On the side, the steward from the family of Jiangxia King Li Daozong had to shake his head with regret.
"It's a pity. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it this year. Liangzhou is really short of people, and we can't recruit too many people."
"Yes... but that doesn't matter. Our Han and Tang Dynasty Commercial Bank will supply 200,000 sets of winter clothes to the imperial court next year."
"Last year, the 1,300 acres planted by Mr. Cheng in Chang'an were enough for 50,000 units, and these 30,000 acres were enough.
At most, we can only produce five to six thousand acres, which can meet the needs of the court. The rest, hehehe..."
"We may not be satisfied and strive to cultivate more farmland before the end of summer.
Try to plant 20,000 to 30,000 acres of sorghum, so at least we people don’t have to worry about eating cows.”
Although the stewards from various governments and families had expressions of regret, they also felt happy. After all, it was the result of everyone's concerted efforts.
"Steward Cheng, please tell me." The steward sent by Prince Wu's Mansion asked Cheng Wu with a smile.
Everyone stopped talking and focused their attention on the manager of the Cheng Mansion.
After all, when the Han and Tang Dynasty Commercial Banks sent out managers, they all greeted them well and still followed the pattern of Jiaozhou's development team.
Everyone can make suggestions, but the final decision must be made by the manager of the old Cheng family.
There is no way, who can let the old Cheng family account for the largest share of shares in the Han and Tang Dynasty trading houses, not to mention, whether it is building pepper plantations or buying land in Jiaozhou.
Or maybe it was planting cotton in Liangzhou. All these things were caused by Cheng Sanlang, the evil moth king of the Tang Dynasty.
Moreover, that person was the founder of the Han and Tang Dynasty Commercial Bank, not that boy. How could all the different houses be squeezed together and become one big ship?
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Cheng Wu smiled honestly and saluted the stewards with cupped fists.
"What you said is very polite. We'd better do this and try to cultivate as much as we can before midsummer."
"All the fields that have been cultivated before midsummer are planted with sorghum. The sorghum can be harvested in less than half a year. At least we can make it in time.
As for other crops, they are still exempted.”
"Though wheat can be planted later, we have to plant cotton tomorrow.
The wheat isn’t ripe yet, so we can’t shovel all the wheat and plant cotton again, right?”
Cheng Wu's words were also recognized by everyone. After all, it is not too late to plant cotton.
What was the purpose of the Han and Tang Dynasty commercial houses acquiring wasteland here? The purpose was to grow cotton.
At the same time, in the north of Chang'an, in the Weinan area near the river, a huge workshop is being built here, and the outer wall has now been built.
However, the outer wall on the river bank was not built, but was covered with a fence made of bamboo and wood.
Regarding this point, Uncle Fu, the old housekeeper of the Cheng family who is standing here right now, has the most say.
"Why isn't the wall built here? That was ordered by my third son. He said it would be of great use in the future. It would be a waste to build the wall and then dump it."
After saying this, the foreman on the side could only nod and lead the steward of Duke Lu's mansion to continue to inspect the textile workshop.
Although there is no weaver in the workshop yet, this is only temporary and will wait for a few months after the cotton harvest.
It will be processed directly in Liangzhou. After the seed cotton is processed into lint, part of it will be digested locally to make white laminated cloth and supply it to Longyou.
But more lint will be shipped to Chang'an, not because they are unwilling to digest it locally, but because the population in Liangzhou is too small.
So I bought a large piece of land beside the Wei River in Chang'an, built a large workshop, and waited for the arrival of cotton.
We have received news here that at least 30,000 acres of cotton can be planted there this year.
Think about how the yield per mu can be four hundred kilograms, thirty thousand mu, how much must it be.
Cheng Fu couldn't help but sigh happily. He didn't know how many weavers were needed to turn so much cotton into white cloth.
Regardless, there is no need for him to worry about this. Anyway, Cheng Fu believes that his third son will definitely find a way to solve it.