The prince is very cruel

He wanted to prevent anything that might happen.

a few days later.

Helan Mountain sent people to deliver 80,000 kilograms of grain, and the action was very quick, but this person was not such a kind person. During the transportation of grain, he deliberately sent a guard of 100 people, wanting to continue the name of delivering grain. He stationed them in Bashan and urged Guanning to recruit laborers.

Guan Ning did not object to this openly, but just used a little trick and had someone pretend to be a ghost for a whole night, which scared the hundred-man guards away overnight.

After Helanshan learned about the incident, he could only curse his subordinates for their incompetence.

Half a month later, Ning Xiu gave birth to a daughter smoothly, which made Guan Ning so excited that she almost couldn't sleep all night.

He already had two sons, and he dreamed of having a daughter. Ning Xiu was a little sad at first, after all, having a son and a daughter were two different concepts in this era.

But Guan Ning's reaction helped her recover a lot from her depressed mood, and she recovered well after childbirth.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that Cao Ziyan has woken up, but her health is very poor. Because of the heavy bleeding caused by difficult labor, she has been exhausted and cannot get out of bed until now.

Guan Ning took good care of the people every day and traveled all over Shu to build mountain defenses personally. It can be said that he was very busy.

Fortunately, everything was calm. Although there was chaos and war outside, Shu still had a rare peace and tranquility.

Time flies, and it is the end of April, with only one month left before the agreed deadline with Helan Mountain.

On this day, Guan Ning came to the unique terraced fields in Shu to inspect the farmland.

"My lord, the sunshine this year is good, and with the dredging of the ancient river's waterway, the crops are growing well after the irrigation."

"In another month, we'll have the autumn harvest."

"We have 30,000 mu of terraced fields alone, and there are also other paddy fields. There are also many pear trees behind Bashan Mountain, and we raise more than 10,000 pigs and cattle."

"Every household was given two chickens and a duck."

"These were all brought by the Phoenix Leaf Chamber of Commerce. Now they are finally being put to use."

"After the autumn harvest, we will have more food supplies." An old man from Bashan named Baihua, a local farming expert, was reporting to Guan Ning while leaning on a cane.

"very good."

"What do you estimate the yield of this acre of terraced fields can be?" Guan Ning asked carefully.

Bai Hua frowned, thought for a moment and said, "About forty kilograms."

Hearing this, Guan Ning frowned: "Only 20 kilograms?"

Roland whispered, "Prince, terraced fields are different from ordinary fertile fields. Due to many irreversible factors, the yield will not be very high."

"But forty kilograms is already very good."

She spoke softly, completely shedding the domineering air of a housewife from a wealthy family. In front of Guan Ning, she was like a mature and obedient secretary.

Guan Ning took a deep breath: "Okay."

He remembered that the yield of terraced fields in later generations was generally around 200 kilograms, which was indeed a big gap.

Although it sounds like farming in Shu has developed rapidly after more than half a year of preparation, Guan Ning feels that it is still not enough, after all, there are still hundreds of thousands of refugees who need to feed.

Bai Hua probably saw Guan Ning's thoughts and took the initiative to say, "My Lord, I'm afraid the yield of this year's autumn harvest cannot be changed."

“But there is a chance of an increase in the second half of the year.”

"Oh? What do you mean?" Guan Ning turned around.

Bai Hua frowned. "Weather, rain, soil, all of these can affect grain production, but I think God has blessed us well enough this year."

"Of course, I am not very knowledgeable and can only grow crops to this extent. But as far as I know, there is a master in Shenlongjia who has the ability to turn soil into crops."

"Old people who have been there once said that the yield from one mu of land there can be as high as hundreds of kilograms, or even nearly a thousand kilograms."

Upon hearing this, everyone standing by the terraced fields was shocked.

"what?"

"Qianjin??"

Guan Ning was also shocked. This might be possible in later generations, but this was in ancient times, and there were no research institutions, let alone high technology.

Fertilizers are just shit and urine.

Bai Hua nodded: "Yes, but I just heard it from hearsay. After all, this matter is a bit far-fetched."

Guan Ning became interested and murmured, "If there really is such a person with such ability, he would be truly a god."

"Hasn't anyone ever asked this divine being for help?"

Bai Hua shook his head with a worried look on his face: "No one has ever known the entrance to Shenlongjia, and those who have entered there have simply gotten lost and strayed in."

"And all of this is just a rumor, nothing has been confirmed. To be honest, I don't really believe it either. It's too exaggerated."

Guan Ning's eyes flickered, but he did not give up the idea.

Shu has a large area, but little of it is usable. However, now these problems have been solved by paving many plank roads and blasting mountains to open roads.

If you have a good farming method, not to mention the exaggerated yield of 1,000 kilograms per acre, 400 to 500 kilograms would be enough!

At least Shu can definitely be self-sufficient in this chaotic world, and will not have to engage in smuggling like last time and be caught by the Xiliang rebels.

"Where is the Shenlong rack?" After thinking it over again and again, he decided to give it a try.

"My lord, the dragon is located due south of Shu, in the Lingnan area. There are no people there, and it's covered with primeval forests for thousands of miles. I heard there are even cannibal tribes there, and it's very dangerous."

"That's all I know. No one knows where it is exactly." Baihua was embarrassed, feeling that he had talked nonsense and did not provide any useful information.

"Lingnan?"

"That kind of barren land?" Roland exclaimed, his graceful face showing a hint of surprise and awe.

Exiled to Lingnan, exiled to Lingnan, it refers to that place. No one can survive in such a primitive place, and it is too big, so big that a person may not be able to walk out in his lifetime. Once you enter, you will be lost unless you are very lucky.

Guan Ning also found it difficult. Although it was close to Shu, the time span of going back and forth and searching was too long.

"Then who did you hear about that place?"

"Is anyone still there?"

"Yes, this man later lived in seclusion in our Shu land. My lord, do you want to see him?"

"Of course, take me there!" Guan Ning couldn't wait.

Now the development of Shu in all aspects is progressing steadily, whether it is weapons and equipment, roads and bridges, or warehouses and traps, they are increasing every day.

His only concern was food.

If he doesn't hand over the laborers when the February deadline comes, the Helan Mountains will be furious. At that time, all entrances to Shu will probably be closed, and the smuggling routes will be completely blocked.

"Yes, my lord, please follow me."

"Walk."

"..."