It is of great significance to Wang Hou to repair the Liaodong Strait. With this path, he can easily import the heavy army group into the heart of Liaodong and quickly hoard a large amount of supplies. Is the reason why Xiangping negotiated is because the supplies cannot be provided?

Then build the main road and branch it into the major agricultural settlements in southern Liaoning. His rule can be as concrete as the veins of big trees, penetrate into various villages, linking all the Liaodong settlements together and connecting their existence and none. Only then can his rule in Liaodong be completely stabilized.

Otherwise, the settlements are hidden in remote areas, deep mountains and forests, and the settlements are all up to the patriarch alone. If you want to be loyal to you, be loyal to you. If you want to be loyal to you, be loyal to you. If you want to rebel, be loyal to you. If you want to rebel, be promoted, be rebellious. This rule is like building a house on a river that keeps Wang Hou unsure.

So, Wang Tiangao, who was stubborn, devoted himself to Liaodong, and forgot that he still had a big city in western Liaoning.

Competition is not a game plot. This end is paused after putting it down. When I remember to open a dungeon? When Wang Tiangao stared at the Qianshan Mountains like a contractor, Jinzhou City gradually entered the busy farming industry.

Fortunately, although Wang Hou is gone, the leadership team he left behind is still operating as precisely as a machine.

Western Liaoning is not as stable as later generations. The coastline has not stabilized yet, and the sea water flows back from time to time. The rainfall is far greater than that of later generations, and the swamps are all over the place.

It is not possible to grow wheat in this place, but it is suitable for growing rice. The Northeast rice and national civilization in later generations are now in Wang Hou’s hands.

However, compared to the extensive corn in this era, wheat planting, just sprinkle seeds. Rice planting is really hard, and the first level is transplanting rice! There are no seeders these days, and transplanting rice is all done by hand. After the snow water melts in early spring, a layer of ice stubble is often frozen in the fields. The old farmers who are distributed to the ground have to step into the biting ice rice field barefoot, bent over, and stick their butts and insert them in bunches.

Not only did my feet feel cold and painful, but my waist was also sore after a whole morning.

Compared with these foreigners who plant rice seedlings in the fields, Bu Zhen is too much, and it is really good to be an official! Two years ago, he was also facing the paddy fields and carrying the fields in Wuzhong. He worked hard to go down the fields and was not lucky. He was recruited to fight with the north and was caught alive by someone on the Yangtze River.

However, opportunities are always for those who are prepared. Last year, when other prisoners of Wu army were still suspicious of the Northern Army, he had already signed up for it. So this year he became a field official and didn't have to do anything. Just stand on the shore and shout. He even gave a stone of rice for a month. This was a dream that could not be achieved in dreams!

It’s better to be an official!

In the typical small peasant mentality, the clan of the family who gave in the old days was so terrified that he was so angry that he was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Now, the serf finally turned over and became an official. The old peasant actually turned into a dog-legged man, standing on the shore, grinning and roaring.

"It's all a little bit cool. It's cold outside the border. You must plant the seedlings in early spring, otherwise you'll wait to drink the northwest wind this autumn! The seedlings are all neatly inserted and say you are! Whatever you do is planted is like a dog chewing on it!"

"Don't think that you can be lazy by sharing the land to your own homes! In the autumn, the person who collects food at the lowest level will be punished as a lazy man and a coolie who parades the streets. Fuck it faster!"

"This Wu Gou!"

Looking at his shaking Ding Huangdan, the outsiders who had already been gasping for breath, were even more angry and itchy.

But just in the beautiful scenery of the blue sky and white clouds reflected in the paddy fields and the lush seedlings swing in the wind, suddenly, bursts of rapid horse hooves suddenly sounded. I came to my senses in surprise, Bu Laoshi saw dozens of Xianbei beards driving his livestock group and rushing towards him in a daze.

Without even looking at it, amid the shouts of the shepherd, the flocks of sheep stomped into the paddy fields with their hooves. The seedlings that had just been planted were trampled into a mess. They were so angry that they were almost crazy. They grinned with a whip and rushed up, pointing at the dozen or so herders from the Yuwen Department and shouting and scolding.

"I scared your dog eyes! Didn't you see this in the farming area? Who asked you to come here to graze! Get out of here! If you don't get out, you will be punished as a coolie and sent to Liaodong to dig coal!"

Last year, these Hu people were terrible. None of the Han people in Jinzhou had a good temper towards them. Seeing Bu Laoshi shouting and scolding, the farmers who were so angry that they were itchy just now were carrying a hoe and following him to the point of calling. After a while, they surrounded the crowd.

But as a group of Han people shouted and cursed with ugly expressions, the dozen Yuwen herders were stunned for a while, but they didn't even want the sheep and horses. They staggered and threw things to the side, and fled directly to Jinzhou City along the hard ridge.

"Are you stupid? You don't want any sheep?"

He was so shocked that he turned around in surprise and watched their backs running wildly. After being stunned for a long time, Bu Laoshi suddenly felt his feet slightly numb.

He lowered his head in surprise, and the small stones on the ground seemed to have come alive. They jumped up with a slight rapture. The ridge of the field leaned against the edge of the paddy field and fell into the water layer by layer. Suddenly his face turned pale, and he turned around with a trembling trembling.

"The beard is here!!!"

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In April, Liaodong also began to cultivate. After all, everyone had to eat. When the steel center in Anshan was built, Wang Hou even planned to have at least 100,000 steel workers, mining workers would operate in it, feeding so much population, and the surrounding agricultural industries must reach a very developed level in order to support such huge industrialization.

So while in addition to the contractor, Wang Hou transformed into the daily agricultural scriptures.

Now he came to inspect the pig farm again!

"Since the last time the state master came, the captive sows have been rushing to get pregnant. This month, more than 60 pig lambs have been added. The state master is really the pig god alive!"

The pigs of this era are not the second brothers who are white and fat in later generations. The white pigs are basically imported from abroad. Most of the pure-bred pigs are black, and many of them have the characteristics of wild boars, and their fangs are fiercely sniffed.

Seeing these fat guys standing on the bamboo building, eating the sugar and vegetables from the exit of the island city, and listening to the grateful compliment of the pig farm next to him, Wang Hou's mouth was like a snoring, and kept pulling it to the side.

You are just mate with the sow! You are just genius pig god!

However, this era of pigs are also one of the mascots believed in by the Han people, and they cannot get angry with this guy. Wang Hou could only waved his face miserably.

"You go down first! I will take a look!"

"The state governor wants to inspect the sow. The young man understands, so he will give up now!"

He bowed with his little face repeatedly and retreated happily. But Wang Hou still didn't even fall into the pile of pig manure, and his forehead was full of blue veins. He gritted his teeth and tilted his head.

"Sakura, isn't you going to build a new pig farm based on the Goguryeo barbarians? This farm manager is pretty good, and you can promote him to be the supervisor!"

"I remember it!"

Seeing Zhuge's Secret Technique pinched his little nose and lit his head, he could calculate his anger and took out a bamboo tube from his waist comfortably. Wang Hou reached out and was about to insert it into the pig manure pile.

This is a folk remedy he suddenly remembered these days. Not only human feces and urine can produce nitrate, but pig feces and urine are also good. It is said that as long as the bamboo tube is inserted into the pig manure pile, the pig manure will be fermented by bacteria, and the part containing nitrate can condense in the bamboo tube. After purification, the gunpowder can be processed.

This is also the reason why Wang Hou built a pig farm recently. He lacks gunpowder too much! Pigs can be eaten more than people. If this prescription can be achieved, it will be no problem to turn the gunpowder parameter three times a year.

But today, it seemed that Wang Hou's Mercury was retrograde. He just inserted the bamboo tube into the manure pile below the pig building, and suddenly the long voice behind him was heard again.

"State Governor!"

Suddenly, he was shocked and his feet didn't stop. Wang Hou, who had lost his balance, subconsciously touched the ground with his hands to support his body to prevent himself from falling down.

Then!

Pooh~

One arm and the sleeves were covered with yellow "scented" soup and water. With an old face, Wang Hou was so angry that he smiled grimly and roared in anger.

"What's the matter?"

However, this time, the head of the pig farm, who was sweating profusely, did not answer, but hurriedly made way out. Behind him, a messenger with sweaty head and chapped lips revealed.

The red military flag behind him was particularly dazzling!
Chapter completed!