Siheyuan: I decide the fate of the world with my medical skills

The captain from Duyou strode forward and asked the group following Fusu, "Who are you and why are you staying here?" He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword while speaking, alert and alert. Someone in Liji reported that there were dozens of sturdy men wandering around, which was clearly prohibited in Qin law and regarded as "loitering", so he sent soldiers to patrol to verify it.

As the head of the pavilion responsible for ensuring local order, such duties could bring rewards such as nobility.

Fusu waved his hand, signaling Li Cheng to stop, and then he stepped forward and answered: "Well, I am a relative of the royal family, named Ying Wen, from Xianyang. These are my personal followers. I have nothing to do today, so I came out for a walk and to see the farmers plowing the fields."

A relative of the imperial clan, named Ying Wen? He also said that he had nothing to do, so he wandered around and enjoyed the rural scenery?

Oh! The dude is indeed omnipotent.

The pavilion chief looked at Fusu from head to toe and pondered secretly. He was nearly eight feet tall, with a strong physique and looked like he had practiced martial arts. He was wearing a black straight-collared long gown with a long hat, which was a typical aristocratic outfit. And the valuable jade around his waist, I'm afraid it could be exchanged for a dozen sheep, right?

Fusu followed the gaze of the pavilion chief as he looked down, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. The sense of crisis that his personality was about to collapse was always with him.

The precious jade pendant hanging around his waist was one of the fragments cut off when Emperor Qin Shi Huang used the Heshi Bi as the imperial seal, and it was engraved with the pattern of a black bird.

However, it seemed that the head of the pavilion did not notice anything. He crossed his palms in front of his chest and asked, "If you are a member of the royal family, can you show me your ID to prove your identity?"

The so-called proof of identity in the hands of officials refers to the same identity document as the "verification" of ordinary people - a small bamboo board engraved with the name, hometown and stamped with official seals, and marked with various special marks representing the official rank.

The head of the guardhouse took the certificate and carefully examined it. "Ying Wen... from Xianyang... seventh-class honor... descendant of King Xiaowen. This is really strange, why is the father or grandfather of the name not written on it? But the certificate does look authentic!"

After checking the documents, the headman handed them back, bowed slightly to Fusu, turned around and led the crowd away.

Fusu smiled knowingly as he thought about it. This fake certificate was made by the internal historian Wang He, and it was so realistic!

Fusu turned and looked at a "lizheng" who had a bun on his head and a wooden crown. "Hey, are you the one who just reported this young man of mine?"

The "lizheng" with completely white hair and a disabled eye staggered over and said, "I didn't know that the other party was a member of your royal family. How offensive!"

In contrast to the respectful attitude of the "li zheng", a tall young man standing next to him explained with some emotion: "The li zheng took the necessary action in order to report suspicious people."

"Besides, Li Zheng just happened to be promoted to the second rank for his meritorious service to follow and eliminate the rebellious Chu. The wounds all over his body are the accumulated results of his loyalty to the Qin State! How dare you, a descendant of the Qin royal family, speak so unkindly?"

"Please go back to the head of the village and don't say anything inappropriate!" Li Zheng asked Ji Bu in the same way.

So Fusu straightened his clothes and respectfully bowed to the "li zheng" to express his gratitude.

The village head hurried forward to help, "Your Excellency is above me. I should have paid my respects to you."

Fusu bowed again and again. "No matter how honorable you are, I only respect your contributions to the country."

Then, pointing to the fields in the west, he asked, "Excuse me, may I ask the farmers on the ridges of the fields about their identities?" "I know him, I know him, he's my son." "Zhong Bao," Li's response was full of smiles.

This scene shows a story full of wisdom and humor. Fusu cleverly conceals his identity through a series of questions and episodes, and cleverly demonstrates his understanding of the relationship between the people and officials, as well as his attention to detail, respect for identity and authority, and sense of humor.

In real life, such a scene may be unlikely to exist, but in this particular fictional situation it undoubtedly demonstrates the author's rich imagination and refined portrayal of his skills in handling relationships with different identities.

Through this description, we can see how Fusu, as a smart and gentle character, uses his strategies and understanding and consideration for others to achieve his intentions without hurting the dignity of others.

This meticulous and flexible character trait plays a role in promoting the development of the plot and enriching the character's personality in the story narrative.

When dealing with situations where he had to communicate with different people, Fusu demonstrated calm judgment, quick response, humor, and respect, which constituted his unique way of interpersonal communication, enabling him to maneuver with ease in a complex network of relationships, while keeping his identity secret and maintaining a harmonious interpersonal atmosphere.

This paragraph reflects the careful shaping of the character's personality development and the close integration of the plot layout, allowing readers to enjoy the suspense and drama of the plot development, and to deeply experience the character's emotional changes and psychological dynamics during the reading process.

What a coincidence, isn't it? In addition to Bo Hu, Zhong Bao also has a brother named Ji Bu... Fusu nodded and asked Baojia to lead the way to see the curved plow and winter wheat there.

Baojia readily agreed, and took Fusu and everyone else through the Baocheng Gate, walked out of the wall, and went to the farmland to check.

The young man named Ji Bu actually followed all the way.

Fusu glanced at Ji Bu, but didn't take it seriously. The name Ji Bu was too familiar to him - he was the protagonist of the idiom "a promise is worth a thousand gold".

However, this "Ji Bu" was a native of Chu, and it is unlikely that he had any connections west of Hangu Pass. Judging from his connections and behavior, it seems more likely that he was just a homonym of Baojia.

The two walked eastward along the land paths beside their respective fields for about a mile and finally reached their destination.

When the man saw Fusu, he greeted him and turned around to continue working with the curved plow.

In front of me was a body, wearing only shorts, a child about six or seven years old, leading a strong little yellow cow, moving forward steadily and calmly.

Although the sunshine here is strong, the food is malnutrition, causing adults and children to be dark and thin.

According to Baojia, his second son had been rewarded with the title of Gongshi for his meritorious service in the war against the Xiongnu with Meng Tian several years ago, so he could get an additional 100 mu of granted land in addition to the existing 100 mu of land. However, this 100 mu of land was divided on the other side and cultivated by a son born out of wedlock who had no merit and was a nobleman.

Fusu nodded without saying much - Gongshi was the twenty-first level of military merit. In addition to tax privileges, he also had one hundred acres of land (100 mu), a residential base of steps, and a concubine's son (an ordinary civilian man) to assist in farming.

At that time, what Fusu was thinking about was the explanation of the people's livelihood problems given to him by Feng Jie and others on the day of the First Emperor's burial.

The field of the public official in front of us is 2 meters long and meter wide, roughly meters long (conversion: meter is equivalent to the Qin system "chi", so it is meters; later generations are several times longer than the ancient times). The narrow road between every two mu of fields is called "mo", and the wide road between two fields is called "qian", with a total length of three steps (about meters).

This is the origin of the concept of "陌", as well as the square mounds of earth piled up at each corner of the field, "封", and the boundaries surrounded by earth embankments on all sides marked the boundaries of the area, which was called "埒 (pronounced: "烈")".

But these are secondary matters. The focus is: Qin State has a scale of 100 mu of land, which corresponds to about 30 mu in later generations. After conversion, it is 20,000 square meters - equivalent to about one-fifteenth of the area of ​​the modern National Stadium! Such a vast land can't support a family of five?

Qin Fusu asked the village leader, "How many dan of corn can be harvested from such farmland?"

"Only a few shi. This is the real 'not knowing the difference between soybeans and wheat'... The head of the village sighed inwardly, shook his head and replied: "Even in the best fields near the water source, the harvest is only one or two to eighty dou of corn in the best year. How can there be a few shi?"

Could it be that we could only obtain limited production by relying on the advantage of being close to a water source? Fusu pondered in his heart. The "stone" mentioned by the village head was a unit of volume.

After calculation and conversion, under the Qin standard, a shi is about 311 catties, and half a shi, or one and a half shi, is about 93 catties. This means that one mu of land can harvest 130 catties of millet.

Fusu stroked his hair and beard, recalling his search experience on the keyboard.

In the Qin era, modern high-tech means such as breeding, irrigation, and chemical fertilizers did not yet exist. Even in a society based on natural fertilizers, the peak yield in the modern sense could only reach 600 kilograms per mu.

It seems that the current output here is indeed far from the theoretical maximum value in the future, but with the widespread use of pig iron farm tools and fertilizers, the output is expected to increase significantly. At this time, Fusu had a deeper understanding of the three words "productivity".

Due to the lack of support from mechanized farm tools, the workload during the Qin Dynasty was almost ten to dozens of times that of future society. During the peak farming season, the entire family would devote themselves to the labor force, working day and night, but it was not necessarily enough to eat. In some cases, they even had to borrow money to pay taxes.

Life is hard, Fusu suddenly thought of this word, and once again thought about how to solve this dilemma in the Qin Dynasty. As the saying goes, when merchants are rich, should we vigorously develop commerce?

However, in a society dominated by barter, ordinary people have no money, so who can they sell the goods they produce to? Wait, barter Fusu thought of a key word: the way of tea merchants!

How could I forget such a pillar industry? Fusu smiled and felt that he had found a strategy that killed three birds with one stone.

Because he didn't like tea very much, and the tea he was exposed to in modern times was just food, and with the fixed ideas of an engineering student, he always focused on how to achieve industrialization, and thus ignored this promising commodity.

In his modern memory, tea merchants made ordinary tea into bricks and sold them to herders in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau or Inner Mongolia grasslands in exchange for furs, herbs, and livestock. At the same time, on the ancient Silk Road, tea was also a major trade commodity that could continuously bring huge income to the country.

But this is not the only reason that makes Fusu excited. The reason is that the Wu Yue region is an important tea producing area both in modern times and in the future.