In addition to natural falling objects, Song Yang also talked about some knowledge points such as universal gravitation and inertia.
There were more knowledge points instilled this time, and Song Yang was not in a hurry for everyone to understand.
Instead, students are asked to observe and think more in their daily lives.
After class, Song Chengwang followed Song Yang to the fork in the road back to the private camp, but he didn't say a word.
"My dear nephew, go back. Don't think too much."
"Uncle Wang will take you to play in the water tomorrow."
Song Yang patted Song Chengwang on the shoulder and said.
Song Chengwang looked up at Song Yang and said with some determination in his eyes: "Uncle Wang, my nephew must learn to observe things!"
As the most talented person in Daqian, how could he not know how to study things?
How can you have knowledge that the most talented person in the world doesn’t understand?
It can't be done!
Song Chengwang made up his mind to thoroughly master the knowledge of investigations and become a talented man with extensive knowledge and memorization.
Song Yang shook his head, this guy was not very good at governing the people and doing politics, but he was good at learning and doing research.
If there hadn't been this natural disaster, maybe he would have become the number one talent in Daqian in the future.
After sending Song Chengwang away, Song Yang took Fang Zhe back to the small courtyard and sat under the stone bench at the door.
Xiaoqian hasn't come back yet. Song Yang passed by the village entrance intelligence station just now and saw Xiaoqian still there, gesticulating with Sister Wang, the three intelligence giants, saying something...
"Your Majesty, the supplies for Fengzhou are ready."
"The first batch of food and grass is 2,000 dan. There are also 10,000 arrows. There are also other daily necessities."
In just one day, Fang Zhe had already arranged the things to be shipped to Fengzhou.
The grain and grass were allocated from the granary, and the arrows were recently made.
In fact, they are all bamboo arrows, which are much less powerful than iron arrows.
But there is no way, iron tools are now strategic materials.
It's no problem to use bamboo arrows to deal with rogue bandits.
Besides, ten thousand is not a small amount.
No bandit can withstand ten thousand bamboo arrows.
"There's no rush. I see that the soldiers in Fengzhou are not very well trained. Let them go back in August."
Fang Zhe nodded, those in Fengzhou had only practiced for two or three days, and the results were indeed not very good.
"Your Majesty, there is one more thing. We don't have much cloth in the city."
When fire comes, the biggest losses are cloth and cotton.
Originally there were granaries of cotton in the treasury, but when fire came, half of the granaries were burned down.
The rest was also soaked in water.
Fortunately, the cotton in the warehouse is fine cotton with seeds removed, so it is barely usable even if you take it out to dry.
"How much cloth is enough cotton left to spin?" Song Yang looked at Fang Zhe.
Fang Zhe shook his head slightly and said, "A maximum of a thousand horses."
"Your Majesty, it's enough to save some money. The main reason is that it will be difficult in the future."
It turns out that Fang Zhe was worried that there would be no cotton to use in the future.
Jiangnan is not a major cotton producing area.
In the entire vicinity of Jiangzhou, only Duchang in Jiangzhou, Boyang in Raozhou, and Jianchang in Hongzhou have a small amount of cotton planting.
There was a complete collapse in Duchang, and all the cotton fields were soaked in water.
The situation in Boyang and Hongzhou is unknown.
Of course, even if there is still cotton, it is only for one season this year, and we will definitely have to plant food crops next year.
That means there will be no cotton available starting next year.
Song Yang frowned and thought for a long time and said:
"The search in various places should not stop. There should be a lot of cloth and cotton in the ruins of the city."
"Our main cotton-producing area in Daqian is in Henan Road, but we are too far away."
"So cotton planting can only be postponed temporarily."
"Don't worry too much about this matter. Once the food problem is solved, you can always find a place to grow cotton."
Song Yang patted Fang Zhe on the shoulder and said comfortingly.
Although Jiangnan is not a major cotton-producing area, there will be plenty of open space when the food crisis passes.
Self-sufficiency is not a problem.
After the fleet was formed, Ma Cheng had people start exploring in Jiangbei.
More than a hundred pieces of cloth have been brought back in the past half month.
Song Yang estimated that it would not be a problem to dig out the cloth and cotton from the ruins of the surrounding prefectures and counties for two or three years.
"Take out all the cotton in the treasury and weave it into cloth. After all, cloth is easier to store than cotton."
"Your Majesty, I have already asked someone to do it, but there are only two textile machines left, so the efficiency is not very high."
The textile industry in the Qian Dynasty was not developed.
It usually takes one person one day to produce one piece of cloth.
"The current efficiency is low, but I have ways to improve the textile machine."
Song Yang was confident and planned to improve the textile loom.
Of course, we are just making two samples now. After all, no matter how awesome the cotton machine is, it is useless.
Fang Zhe was not excited that the prince could modify the textile machine, but was worried about the supply of cotton.
"One step at a time, the cotton shortage problem only lasts for the past two years. Just get over it." Song Yang still had a comforting attitude.
It doesn't matter if you have a full stomach and wear some old clothes.
After sending Fang Zhe away, Tong Qian came back at the end of Xu Shi.
"Comrade Intelligence Agent, what's the big news today?" Song Yang said with a joking smile while drinking tea.
"My lord, let me tell you." Tong Qian came to Song Yang's ear and said in a sly voice.
"I heard from Sister Wang...Wang Dabiao and Sister Liu secretly lived together!" Tong Qian blushed at this.
Song Yang didn't react for a moment. They were just living together. Isn't this normal?
Suddenly I was stunned and I wiped it!
This is Daqian, not the 21st century!
By the way, is this boy Wang Dabiao so avant-garde?
"My lord, it's too inappropriate for them to do this," Tong Qian said in a low voice.
Song Yang thought for a moment and said, "I don't blame them for this. It was my fault."
During the Chinese Valentine's Day before, Song Yang promised to marry couples.
As a result, it has been seven or eight days and there has been no movement.
The daring Wang Dabiao and the passionate Sister Liu got together.
Song Yang raised his head and said: "Tomorrow, remind me of this. Those who promised to marry you before, we will do it for them tomorrow!"
"Hmm. Your Majesty, please remember that not many people know about this matter."
"If word spreads, wouldn't it make people gossip?"
"If those clan elders were still here, they would all have to dip into the pig cage."
Tong Qian said cautiously.
"What kind of pig cage are you soaking? It's not a big deal. I will make the decision for them tomorrow!"
Song Yang waved his hand and said that he must do his part to abolish the feudal ethics.
"Yes, yes. Your Majesty is open-minded. I will remind you tomorrow morning."
"How many couples have we made?"
“As of today, there are forty-seven couples in the Women’s Federation!”
Speaking of this, Tong Qian became interested again, and Balabala talked a lot with Song Yang.
After the Women's Federation is established, young men and women who intend to get married can go directly to the Women's Federation to register.
Nowadays, we don’t pay much attention to parents’ orders and matchmaker’s words.
Most of the people did not have any surviving parents at all.
Moreover, the special profession of matchmaker is not available in Fucheng.
So Song Yang handed over the marriage registration work to the Women's Federation.
"Where are there so many people? It seems that I have really been negligent." Song Yang raised his forehead and said.
You organize an activity to quickly warm up people's feelings.
As a result, after the activity, it was left to dry there.