In the next month, the two cousins ​​from their hometowns received warm hospitality from the two brothers and the whole village.

Especially the Accountant Zhu, who was afraid that the two bachelors would not be able to take good care of their elders, came to deliver this and that every few days, and often chatted, so that their cousins ​​could truly understand what distant relatives meant to be inferior to neighbors.

But the two cousins ​​were in shock and their mentality was completely ruined.

Looking at the refugees in Xinkang Village who had no tiles and could not even eat bran, every family actually lived in a beautiful two-story building with a unique family.

There is nothing to envy about this. After all, both of the cousins ​​live in Siheyuan in Beijing, and they also replaced the glass windows with the crowd.

But people's life is too convenient.

There is a tap water in the yard. Press the handle and clean water will flow out of the faucet.

All these waters are filtered layer by layer in the water tower of the brigade and can be consumed directly without causing diarrhea.

However, the picky second cousin still tasted a bit strange.

Accountant Zhu, who came to chat, explained that it was because the water tower was filled with disinfection bleach, and if you were not used to drinking it, you could make tea or sugar. Both of these communes are produced by themselves and are very cheap.

The two of them quickly said that it was okay to drink it directly, it was much better than the yellow mud soup in northern Shaanxi...

What's even more exaggerated is that water was introduced here into the thatched cottage... Uh, it's called the bathroom.

After squatting, I pressed the water tank and with a whistle, the poop was washed clean without any smell.

In addition, a shower is installed in the bathroom, and you can take a shower by turning on the switch. This is not a pleasure that poor people deserve. My cousins ​​have not lived such a life.

Yang Ma duo never expected that one day, he would envy the life of the poor. This is so damn ridiculous!

Of course, as professionals, they are not so superficial and will see more.

For example, the water supply pipes that are spread throughout the village like meridians are actually cast iron. This is a big deal.

How much iron does it take to use? Could it be that the island has opened iron ore privately?

Accountant Zhu, who came to chat, told them that although Taiwan is a treasure island, there is no serious iron ore. These cast iron parts are all transported from Guangdong.

My cousins ​​know that there are a large number of private iron ore in Fujian and Guangdong, among which Chaozhou and Huizhou are the most important. The output during the Jiajing period was ten times that of the official iron ore.

Foshan once became an arsenal in South China and even the Ming Dynasty. The quality of privately cast iron cannons and bird guns was far superior to that of the official. When Hu Zongxian resisted the Japanese, because the quality of the Nanjing weapons bureau was too poor and the output was low, he had no choice but to order 30,000 bird guns in Foshan, and he got the goods in a few months... and the quality was excellent, which greatly improved the combat effectiveness of the official army.

After pacifying the Japanese, these underground arsenals cast guns and cannons for the sea owners. However, during the Wanli period, they rarely saw firearms made in Foshan. They turned out to be used to make civilian cast iron parts...

In addition, the white porcelain toilets, sinks, glass on doors and windows, pottery pipes in sewers, and many building materials for building buildings and decoration... were also transported from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Guangdong.

The cousins ​​are unbelievable again. How much does it cost? Where do you get so much money?

Accountant Zhu naturally would not explain to them what centralized procurement and mortgage loans mean. He smiled proudly, raised three fingers and said:

"We really don't have money, but we have three whites!"

"Sanbai? What's the thing?"

"Rice, sugar, salt." Accountant Zhu said without any scheming: "The land is small in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Guangdong are dense in size, and our Taiwan is vast in size and sparse in population. The rice is ripe three times a year, and sugar cane can also be grown. Now one-third of the sugar and grain on the market in Fujian and Guangdong are produced by us. And we have built a Dazhen now. In a few years, Taiwan will be ripe, and Fujian and Guangdong will be sufficient!"

"What..." The cousin's chin was almost falling to the ground. "Can you get so much food?!"

Dongchang has always believed that Jiangnan Group's large-scale immigration to overseas is seeking death. Those refugees are burdens that governments in various places cannot avoid, and sooner or later drag these guys overestimate themselves to death.

Who would have thought that people could still export food to the mainland? No wonder the drought has been severe in recent years, but the national grain prices have basically remained stable...

"You still produce private salt?" The second cousin discovered Huadian.

"This...haha, since they are all my own people anyway, there is nothing to hide." Accountant Zhu seemed to know that he had made up his words, but after saying that, he had to wink at the two of them. "I will let them take you to the north beach to see you, which is absolutely open."

The two looked at each other in shock. In fact, they saw it on the boat when they came. The coastline that had been dozens of miles was full of the scenery of salt fields. The neat white salt ponds were shining with light and shadows, and the snow-white salt mountains seemed like small snowy mountains rising up on the ground.

Because the scene was so amazing that the two of them couldn't believe it was a salt field, and they still thought it was a mirage...

It turns out that it is really a salt field...

In addition, they also found that every household here does not need firewood, but relies on solar energy, biogas stoves, and biogas lamps to fully meet the needs of boiling water, cooking and lighting.

However, these fancy things cannot arouse the interest of my cousin. Their attention is still on the three most sensitive things: grain, salt and iron.

Yang Dacai decided to find out whether they could really make so much food.

So a few days later, they followed their two "nephews" to work. As a result, the guy was stabbed in his butt again, and he was almost open to his eyes and turned into honeycomb coal.

In fact, most of the scenes that Li Shouzhong brothers saw at Zhoushan training base, so I won’t go into details. My cousin also roughly understood why this place became a granary for Fujian and Guangdong.

There are three things that shocked him.

First, the water conservancy facilities here are perfected to the point where people are outrageous. The troughs of those densely packed with nets are actually cement, and are covered with thick reed mats or rattan mats to prevent the water from evaporating or leaking from the canal.

And there are valves with scales everywhere. The elderly in the water conservancy team rely on these valves to control the water volume. Whoever uses more water will be divided into more water, and whoever uses less water will be placed in less water.

It makes my cousin feel so frustrated. Is this too meticulous? Can it be done by illiterate mud legs?!

And he saw that there was actually no shortage of water here. Every day, there was a surging water flowing downstream along the main channel. Why did each field have only one hour of water every three days?

When he asked this question, the production team members looked at him like idiots. Didn’t they see on the way to come? Are there many villages downstream?

"If you take care of yourself and don't care about others, the upstream village may have used up all the water, so how can we still get our turn?" The old man from the water conservancy team smiled and said, "And it's not good for rice to be released every day. If you put it once every three days, the yield will be higher."

"Yes, learn slowly, there are many ways here."

I don’t know how many times I have heard this sentence these days. I feel that if I stay here, my sense of superiority will be gone.

Second, the single-quarter yield of grain here actually reached a crazy six or seven stone! And it was three seasons a year, and every season was around six or seven stones!

Although the same piece of land is being promoted here, rice will be planted this year and sugarcane will be planted next year to maintain the fertility of the land and reduce the burden of water use.

But that could scare him to death, okay...

A per acre of land produces twenty stones per year. What does this mean?! My cousin felt that the last time he was so shocked was the last time.

What was even more shocking was still coming. He found that the dazzling agricultural tools of the production team were all high-quality iron tools, and their production technology exceeded the weapons made by the weapons bureau.

Ma Lu remembered that the first embroidered spring knife he received was not installed in a tight position, and he would split up after a little bump, let alone use it to chop people.

Later, he changed several times, but he had problems. He was so angry that he went to the blacksmith shop himself and made a lot of money to get it done.

The weapon of fame of the dignified Jinyiwei is not as good as the hoes and sickles here. No one believes that if he says this!

But come and see it with your own eyes, it’s really a difference!

Look at the plows that plow the fields here, the huge plow boards and plowshares are made of shiny pure steel!

"Parase, our embroidered spring knife only has the blade of steel..." Lying on the mat in the courtyard at night, looking at the dazzling Milky Way, Ma Lu's tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. "They are so big, they are all steel, and they are used to plow the ground..."

"Food is the most important thing for the people. Is there anything bigger in the world than farming?" Li Shouzhong, who was holding a watermelon on the side, couldn't help but mutter.

"Shut up!" Ma Lu glared at Li Shouzhong fiercely, spitted the watermelon seeds on him and said, "Has the Southern Barbarians been attracted by the soul?"

"The two old families are holding them in the hands of the official." Gundam quickly put a pipe pot on Ma Lu and smoothed the situation: "Loyalty, loyal!"

"Hmph." Ma Lu snorted, smoking a cigarette.

In fact, he said so, just because he was considering whether to surrender to the enemy.

Yang Dacai understood Ma Lu’s thoughts, and he also felt that the gap was so big that it was hopeless.

"Don't be discouraged, the Jiangnan Group is just an enhanced version of Wang Zhi. Even though you may take advantage of it at sea, how can you defeat the imperial army after getting on the shore?" Yang Dacai, as the head blocking, had to cheer everyone up:

"Why did Wang Zhi back then? Wasn't he still wiped out by the court? They were destined to have the same fate!"

"What I said is! If you say a thousand words and ten thousand, it will be useless without the army. At that time, aren't these fertile land and wealth all ours?" Ma Lu felt that he was doing it again, so he asked Gundam, "What will you do tomorrow?"

"Ministry Training..." Gundam said expressionlessly.

When Yang Dacai and Ma Lu heard this, they both felt a little beaten. There would be no fear again...

"Not to, not to..." Ma Lu reluctantly smiled: "Not everyone is Qi Jiguang..."
Chapter completed!