That night, Song Yang and his party finally had a comfortable stay.
Sleeping in a mud house for two people is much better than that in a thatched shed.
Early the next morning, Wang Ran and Fang Zhe were copying the map there.
Qiao Jinglong gave Song Yang De'an's personnel list for review.
I have to say that the personnel composition in De'an is much better than that in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
Especially among the refugees from Jianchang, there were only a few hundred people in total, but there were actually two doctors among them.
So Song Yang hired a doctor and selected some craftsmen such as carpenters, blacksmiths, and stonemasons.
Let Qiao Jinglong make arrangements to send him to Jiangzhou Fucheng.
These people are basically refugees, just trying to make ends meet, and they are the same wherever they go.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, once their isolation period is over, I will send them to Jiangzhou."
After Song Yang had chosen someone, Qiao Jinglong immediately expressed his stance.
This time Song Yang only selected 500 people from the refugees from Jianchang.
Except for craftsmen, most of the others are adult laborers.
In this way, the labor force of hundreds of refugees was left for De'an.
"Master Qiao, the isolation camp needs to be expanded."
"The refugees in Jianchang are saying that many people are coming later, and we need to prepare in advance." Song Yang instructed.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, another area has been opened in the south of the city. A shelter is being gradually built."
"Oh? Chengnan, no wonder I didn't see it here."
Song Yang and the others came from the north of the city and saw only two camps in the north of the city. It turned out that Magistrate Qiao had already taken precautions in the south of the city.
"It was just launched a few days ago, and it's just a prototype now, so I didn't discuss it with the prince in detail."
"Okay. I can rest assured that you can handle the matter. I will leave the resettlement work of the refugees to you."
Song Yang was so satisfied with Qiao Jinglong's work attitude that he had nothing to say.
Thoughtful and capable of doing things.
"I think they are almost done, so I will set off now."
After the refugee work was handled here, Wang Ran also copied the map.
Song Yang then said goodbye.
"Your Majesty, are you leaving now? It's almost noon now."
Qiao Jinglong was a little worried.
There are two roads from De'an to Ruichang, north and south.
The northern route is to go to Chaisang first and then go west.
Song Yang and others came from this direction.
The South Road first goes west to Yinanji, and then goes north.
A Ji is a relatively large village. There was no concept of a town in the Qian Dynasty.
Because the location of the market is usually in the middle of multiple villages, some activities such as going to the market are held from time to time.
Therefore, larger villages are called Ji.
Song Yang planned to take the southern route.
However, Yinanji is eighty miles away, so we definitely won’t be able to reach it in one afternoon.
So Song Yang's first stop was to go to Wushanji, which is located in the middle of the road.
He inquired about Wushanji in the refugee camp and found some accommodation there. He went there to stay at night.
After hearing that Song Yang had a detailed plan, Magistrate Qiao stopped trying to persuade him.
He sent a strong army of 100 people to protect Song Yang.
Finally, five more horses were prepared for them.
There were no military horses in De'an. There were only ten horses collected from the people, including two old horses that were not very useful.
There are only eight horses that can be ridden. Giving Song Yang five horses is the greatest sincerity that can be shown.
After all, there are still three horses left for communication in emergencies.
Song Yang smiled and promised to send Qiao Jinglong ten horses after he returned.
After grabbing a bite of food at noon, Song Yang set off with his people.
It was exactly noon when we left De'an.
The road to Wushanji is only about 40 miles and can be reached in two hours.
Song Yang was not in a hurry this time.
Along the way, we often went deep into the fields to check the growth of the grain and the changes in the topography.
The main crop in Jiangzhou is rice, and wheat is grown on some hillside terrain, as well as a very small number of beans.
Wheat and beans are okay, you don’t need to worry about them once they are planted.
However, because there is no one to take care of the rice, many of it is in a state of lack of water but fat.
"Your Majesty, the situation is not good." Fang Zhe was a little worried.
"It is indeed not good. If the crops grow naturally according to the current situation... I am afraid that the yield per mu this year will only be around 100 kilograms."
"Even the wheat and soybean yield... will not exceed 150 kilograms per acre."
The leader of the hundred-man team Qiao Jinglong sent to Song Yang was an agricultural clerk from the yamen.
This man's name is Chu Fang, he is in his forties and has very rich agricultural experience.
Song Yang originally planned to investigate the grain growth situation when he came out this time.
Only after the results came out did I realize that I didn’t bring any knowledgeable farmers.
He Dayou was just an Orion hunter and was not very familiar with agriculture, so the big-headed soldiers were even more useless.
Fortunately, I came to De'an, otherwise I would have missed one less job this time.
"More than a hundred pounds..."
Song Yang frowned, this output was really low enough.
In the Qian Dynasty, intensive farming was implemented, and ox farming and iron tools were widely used.
In previous years, the average yield per mu of farmland was 2,670 kilograms.
A good plot can even reach about 330 kilograms.
This year, production will be cut by more than half.
"If we remedy the situation now, will grain production be improved?" Song Yang looked at Chu Fang and asked.
"There will be improvement if we improve. But we are really short of manpower! Alas." Chu Fang shook his head and sighed.
Song Yang thought for a while and said:
"Let's do this. When you go back, tell Magistrate Qiao that the farmland around the county town must be taken care of as soon as possible."
"Although the population has dropped sharply this year, even if the production is halved, there will still be enough food."
"But also because of the shortage of labor, the fields we can harvest are also limited."
"So within the limited harvest land, we must try our best to ensure food production."
Chu Fang nodded and said, "That's what the prince said. Mr. Qiao also mentioned this. It's just that he has been planning for basic livelihood some time ago and has put aside the matters in the fields."
"Think about it, after settling down, agricultural production will be started. Isn't it also good to weed and catch insects?"
"Yes, I understand, I will tell Master Qiao." Chu Fang nodded in agreement.
The team continued walking forward for a while, and Song Yang saw four or five wild boars gnawing rice in the field on the roadside ahead.
"Haha. The food for the evening has been prepared. Why don't you take action?"
Song Yang pointed at the wild boar and smiled at He Dayou.
He Dayou also saw those wild boars, and his face was already blooming with joy.
In previous years, wild boars were his favorite prey. Not only were they easy to hunt, they were also plentiful.
Boss He immediately arranged for men to go out to chase and intercept the wild boar, and soon the wild boar was surrounded.
There were more than a hundred of them this time, and with everyone surrounding them, there was no room for the wild boars to escape.
As a result, Song Yang's team harvested four adult wild boars.
There was also an unexpected harvest of seven young wild boars.
The adult wild boar is naturally the evening meal.
Song Yang gave the little wild boar to Wei Nan and asked him to arrange for someone to send it back to Jiangzhou to raise it early tomorrow morning.
"The world has changed. Not only are tigers hurting people, but also wild boars are openly destroying food."
"It seems that in addition to field management, we also need to organize patrol teams to protect grain."
"Otherwise, the food will be wasted by birds and beasts before the autumn harvest."
When they arrived at Wushanji, Song Yang was eating roasted wild boar while thinking about food protection.