The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 40 I only look up to the old professor

Yue Wenxuan: "Zhaoyuan County? What's the point of controlling it?"

Dad laughed and said, "Zhaoyuan County has gold mines, as well as silver, iron, copper, lead, and zinc. There's a villain in 'The Yang's Generals,' Pan Renmei, whose historical prototype was Pan Mei. He wasn't a treacherous minister, but a loyal one. He was the first official in Chinese history to manage a gold mine, and the mine he managed was in Zhaoyuan. There's still Panjia Village and Panjiaji in the area. Dad even traveled there when he was young, hehehe."

Yue Wenxuan understood instantly: "If we control Zhaoyuan, we will have money."

Dad nodded. "With money and food, there's no need to panic. With generous rewards and patriotic sentiment, the rebel army can unleash its formidable fighting power. We can exploit the Jin army's weakness in attacking cities and gather the main force of the rebel army to defend Laizhou, Jiaoshui, and Jimo County. This will form a north-south defensive line, protecting the entire Jiaodong Peninsula and stalling for time with the Jin army. At the same time, we can send troops south by sea to request reinforcements from the Southern Song court... Perhaps Yue Fei will come to our rescue? Once Yue Fei arrives, we'll be safe."

At the end of his speech, my father suddenly sighed and said, "No, we can't invite him. The Southern Song Dynasty is a bunch of cowards. They will definitely not send Yue Fei to rescue Shandong. If Yue Fei really comes, he might be summoned back by the 12 golden medals. In the end, both the rebel army and Yue Fei will die."

At this point, my father's mood soured. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "The Song Dynasty's problem wasn't military or economic, but ideological. There's no point in supporting it. It's better to overthrow it and rebuild the country."

Mom was furious: "What's the matter with the table at Song Chaoguan's house? You smashed it, and my son has to spend hundreds of dollars to buy a new one! How can you be a father? Take out your private money and compensate my son for the table."

Dad: "Ah? This..."
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My parents left after dinner. Today my dad talked about his area of ​​expertise and was a little excited. He kept talking about the problems in Shandong at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty. When he left, his face was red with excitement, like a child.

Yue Wenxuan benefited greatly from listening to his analysis. Many of the things he mentioned could not be found on Baidu. Or, if they could be found, they would not be as systematic as he presented them.

This gave Yue Wenxuan some ideas about the next developments.

He can put food and gold and silver ingots into the sand table, but these things will slightly occupy his command power. After the food is eaten, the command power can be released, but the gold and silver ingots will not be consumed. Once they are put into the sand table and spent by the soldiers, they will enter the circulation link and it will be difficult for him to take them back. The command power occupied by them will never be released, which will seriously hinder him from putting in practical figures.

So he kept the gold and silver ingots for funeral use that he bought on Taobao last time and did not throw them into the sand table hastily.

If you want to save command power, you need to control Zhaoyuan as soon as possible and seize the gold mine.

Of course, food is something that must be captured. Although he can airdrop food, it is only an auxiliary means, especially after the territory becomes larger. The food dropped by air will be wasted on the way just by transporting it to a distant place. How can he rely solely on airdrops?
So the question is, how should we develop agriculture?

Yue Wenxuan returned to the sandbox and watched the little plastic people on it moving around like little ants, letting his thoughts run wild.

At this time, the song rang out again in the sandbox, still the song of being destined to be alone: ​​"Strike the iron early, strike the iron late..."

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a large group of apprentices enthusiastically learning blacksmithing techniques, and the "immortal craftsman" was leading his apprentices, shaking his head.

Yue Wenxuan suddenly had an idea: let’s invest in an agricultural expert.

The experts in the production department have no combat effectiveness. If they enter the sandbox without weapons, the command power they occupy is less than that of a spearman in the Mandarin Duck Formation. Using experts to boost productivity is very cost-effective.

The first thing that came to his mind was the set of agricultural culture ornaments given to him by "Qiuzhi Shenguan Sculpture Co., Ltd.", but then he thought, that was only the agricultural level of the Ming Dynasty, which seemed to have not made much progress compared to the Song Dynasty.

Agriculture is different from blacksmithing. Modern blacksmiths are called "steel workers". What they know is of no use to the ancients. It cannot be put into practical use in ancient times, so Yue Wenxuan can only put in a Ming Dynasty blacksmith and dare not put in a modern steel worker.

But agriculture is different. Modern agricultural technology can also be taught to ancient farmers. They only need fertilizers, pesticides, and improved seeds to absorb and apply modern agricultural knowledge. Yue Wenxuan took a look at the "real-life figurines" on the table and suddenly had a bold idea. Hehehe...

He took out his phone and opened Cai Xinzi's WeChat: "Boss, I want to order some small toys."

Cai Xinzi: "Old customers, just tell me. I can make anything you want."

Yue Wenxuan: "Bagged fertilizer ornaments, bagged pesticide ornaments, high-yield grain ornaments... Anyway, I want all kinds of fertilizer, pesticide, and grain ornaments."

"What?" Cai Xinzi suspected she had misheard. "What do you want this for?"

Yue Wenxuan: "I want to experience the charm of agriculture."

Cai Xinzi froze for a long moment before responding, "Is it enough to just make a small plastic bag and print 'XX Brand Fertilizer,' 'XX Brand Pesticide,' or 'XX Brand Grain Seeds' on it?"

Yue Wenxuan wanted to say "yes", but after thinking carefully, he realized that if the plastic model was too fake, it might not fit into the sandbox. He quickly said, "No, it has to be as realistic as possible. You'd better go to a fertilizer store and a grain store and make an identical ornament based on their packaging."

Cai Xinzi: "I see. This isn't difficult, but it's time-consuming. 3D printing requires blueprints. I need to take pictures of fertilizers, pesticides, grains, and other materials, then create blueprints specifically for the 3D printer and print them for you. This will take at least two or three days."

Yue Wenxuan: "Then three days!"

"it is good!"

The deal is done...

In addition to pesticides, fertilizers, and seeds, you also need an "expert" who knows how to use them, and this expert also needs to know how to "teach." Understanding it yourself and teaching others are two different concepts, and not just anyone can do it.

What Yue Wenxuan needs to do next is to find a teacher who can "teach students in accordance with their aptitude and teach ancient farmers modern farming knowledge."

He took out his cell phone and made a call: "Hello, Lao Li! I remember you studied at Southwest Agricultural University?"

The voice of my high school classmate, Lao Li, came from the other end of the line: "If you remember correctly, I just graduated from Northwest A&F University. What's wrong? You're calling out of the blue. Are you asking to borrow money? I'm still looking for a job and have no money at all. I can't lend you any money."

Yue Wenxuan smiled and said, "I'll treat you to some seafood."

Old Li was overjoyed: "Tell me, what can I do for you?"

Yue Wenxuan: "I want to visit Southwest Agricultural University and take a photo with the top professors there."

Old Li was surprised: "What's this? It's so difficult to take a photo. I'm just an insignificant graduate. How can I have such a big face to invite a top professor to take a photo with you? Besides, my grades are very poor. The old professor would want to beat me to death with his cane when he saw me. I don't even dare to appear in front of him."

(End of this chapter)