Chapter 353: Grain Seed Matter
August 11th, Ganquan Mountain.

In the newly built pavilion halfway up the mountain, the black bear is wearing a soft, short-sleeved deerskin coat.

Under the golden sunlight in the early morning, a light mist filled the valley, and the light golden mist rolled and surged.

Soon he saw a huge flock of geese coming out. It couldn't be said that they were all over the mountains, but it was almost there.

The geese formed marching columns, left the Hulu Pond area, and headed towards other grasslands and meadows.

There were hundreds of ducks mixed in with the geese. These ducks were big and small, forming a denser marching column. Unlike the geese that kept walking and eating, the ducks were more active and flexible, and they often jumped to chase insects or competed to jump up to peck at grass seeds.

The black bear watched the geese migrate quietly. When they migrated four or five miles away, the geese that arrived first began to scatter in search of grass leaves.

When the subsequent flocks of geese arrived, the place was covered in white, with more than ten thousand geese of all sizes.

After inspecting the flock of geese, the black bear waved his hand and a mature gander that was about to step on eggs appeared in his hand.

Throwing it on the ground, the black bear walked along the path along the pavilion towards the wooden pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

The autumn harvest in Guanzhong is about to be completed. After collecting the head tax, fodder, land tax and field rent, there will be plenty of time left.

Instead of taking the officials and troops left behind to fight, they began to resent it.

But now that they had stored food and had some free time, before winter arrived, it was a good time for everyone to work together to repair and reinforce the Sihelou Fort and Yuanlou Fort.

As for going out to fight... the military merits are counted, and there are also spoils of war, but the food stored by the government is spent, which is too much of a loss for me.

Following the path to the bottom of the slope, he looked back at the pavilion halfway up the mountain. The pavilion was built on a protruding ridge line in the valley, and the view from the pavilion was excellent.

A road was built between the pavilion and the wooden pavilion at the bottom of the slope. This road is more convenient and is made of logs.

The mountain roads built in the palaces and aristocratic mansions of the former Han Dynasty in various parts of Ganquan Mountain were paved with stone slabs.

There are two floors of wooden building at the foot of the slope. For the sake of moisture-proofing and military defense, this attic, which took four months to build, has a foundation two meters high.

The outer part of the foundation is built with stones, and the middle part is rammed earth, with a dense and solid texture.

Therefore, the pillars of the attic are buried very deep, and the whole structure is very solid.

The black bear walked down from the wooden pavilion on the slope and naturally came directly to the door of the attic without having to climb the foundation.

A dozen personal soldiers were sitting around the fire, with only two on duty.

Seeing the black bear coming back from his morning walk, the soldiers put down their snacks, stood up and bowed to the roadside: "General Qu."

"Today I am cooking goose."

The black bear pointed at the big white goose that was following him, and the soldiers all looked happy: "Yes."

When Black Bear turned around and went upstairs, the soldiers immediately took the goose to the side to slaughter it, and more than a dozen people started plucking its feathers together.

Goose feathers, whether they are hard feathers or down feathers, are very good materials, and they are reluctant to brew them with boiling water.

On the top floor of the attic, the black bear looked at the plucking site through the window. Some tiny pieces of down had already flown up in the morning breeze, like snowflakes and catkins.

He had already eaten a goose yesterday and found that the 'benefit' effect provided by the white goose meat had begun to weaken and was not as good as the magic berry.

After all, the amount of white mana used is constant, and the larger the number of geese, the more the profit sharing dilutes the white mana.

As the flock continues to grow, perhaps its disease resistance will return to normal; and its collective 'will' may break free of its own control.

What happens to the geese can be equally reflected in other things, such as grain.

Black Bear has always had an idea about grain.

This year is not suitable for doing it, and he is busy running around and does not have a hidden research base.

So he had to give up, otherwise if some information was leaked, it would become a lot of trouble that he had to deal with. What he wanted to do most was to refine a batch of perennial grains, from millet to wheat, soybeans and rice.

If the plants can survive for many years or even decades after planting them once, and their root systems become increasingly strong, and the yield is guaranteed, then a lot of trouble can be saved.

I have accumulated enough white mana during this period, just in time to use it.

If a batch of such grain seeds are refined, the seeds produced by them should also have this characteristic.

Even if it will decline, it is still a great thing, a transcendental thing.

But I didn't dare to do that, because if I were there, I could still control the overall situation.

If I am gone, but the improved grain varieties are still there... then many people, including the vast majority of farmers, will have no way to survive.

When you plant the kinds of crops you want, they can’t be outcompeted by wild weeds, so there’s no need for meticulous cultivation, and even the need for watering and fertilizing is very small.

In this way, once such land is formed, it will not require human maintenance...just regular harvesting.

What needs to be considered is the herd or insect infestation.

According to the nature of officials and powerful people, if their family has such land, the labor cost of such land is infinitely low and the income is stable.

It is possible that this may actually lead to the extinction of farmers and tenants.

Therefore, even if perennial grains can be produced, they cannot be produced at present. This kind of thing will change the underlying production model and economic distribution, and will directly change the social model.

The grain seeds only need to be cleaned and cultivated to be resistant to pests and drought and to increase yields slightly.

White mana refining is not a panacea. If it can be optimized, it must be mainly to resist disasters and supplemented by increasing production.

First maintain the minimum output, and then talk about increasing production after the minimum output is stable.

Black Bear thought about it, his heart full of regret.

Even if white magic is omnipotent, it really cannot produce grain seeds like evergreens. This kind of thing, driven by human nature, will kill countless people.

Even if we have to do it, it shouldn't be now.

There was a look of deep disappointment on his face. He was disappointed with himself and with human nature.

Then he calmed down and returned to the dormitory. Zhen Mi was still sleeping in a strange posture.

She slept at the head of the bed with her legs resting on the wall as if she were hanging there.

His waist and abdomen were covered with a silk quilt, and he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Black Bear looked at the two legs, then picked up a tray of documents and went to the study room outside.

The window was opened, and the cool morning breeze mixed with the sunlight poured in. Black Bear picked up a pen and wrote on official documents.

He had a clear mind and quick hands, and in a short time he had completed the annotations on various routine reporting documents at the grassroots level.

He also picked up the official document from the Chief Secretary Cui Zhouping, the content of which was quite serious.

When asking about the matter of Liu Biao and his son becoming kings, the impact of becoming kings and establishing a country was too great.

Even though Liu Biao and his son were very dissatisfied with the Liu family's plan to establish a country in Changsha, they now had to negotiate with Black Bear through many channels.

Naturally, Liu Biao strongly opposed the establishment of a state in Changsha. What Liu Biao wanted was to establish the State of Chu, with his father and son successively serving as governors of Jingzhou.

Liu Qi's attitude also became tough. Under the influence of Liu Biao and Pang Tong, Liu Qi had no decent position at all.

At this time, Liu Qi could only go with the flow.

(End of this chapter)