Although Zhao Liangcai understood that Qin Junyao wanted to make money from sand wormwood and sand millet,
these two items were not profitable and could not be sold at a good price. In fact, the money invested would be more than the money earned.
"If you want to plant these two things on ten thousand mu of land, you won't make money. It would be better to just buy land on the edge of the desert to plant Cistanche. That would be good."
Zhao Liangcai's words made Qin Junyao realize that this general understood the people's situation.
It seemed she had to say something useful.
Qin Junyao found a branch nearby and drew on the ground to explain to Zhao Liangcai.
"The Gobi cannot be planted with grain like before because the wind blows sand and soil, causing insufficient surface moisture. Without water, crops naturally won't grow."
"Look, this is my home, this is the Gobi, and this is the desert. First, plant sand wormwood to reduce wolfsbane. This plant is too greedy for water. Then, use sand wormwood branches to create grids on the edge of the desert to fix the sand and prevent it from being blown by the wind."
"What are grids? Grids are..."
Qin Junyao was talking about modern methods of sand control and afforestation, experience that had been proven over decades.
Without the cheat of her spatial well water, it might take three, five, or even longer years to see results.
But with the existence of spatial well water, Qin Junyao could guarantee that she could make the Gobi produce grain in two years.
Of course, she wouldn't tell Zhao Liangcai this.
Zhao Liangcai was more concerned about the people's situation and grain production than Qin Junyao had imagined, always raising questions at critical points.
After the New Year, several princes used the pretext of rebels rioting to occupy several important cities. If anyone attacked the imperial city, the whole world would fall into chaos.
The Salt Lake would be Zhao Liangcai's base.
With salt, he had leverage, but he lacked grain.
He incorporated the second and third divisions of the Salt Lake army into his own, requiring more grain to feed his troops.
Taking advantage of his good cooperation with Prince Luo, he sent people to tie down Shao Yong, the commander-in-chief of the northwest.
Zhao Liangcai planned to merge the eight divisions of the Salt Lake into one division within this year.
He wanted to control the entire Salt Lake.
In times of chaos, survival depended on either military strength or grain.
Qin Junyao's plan would not yield significant results in the short term, but once these barren Gobi lands could produce even fifty catties per mu, it would be enough for him to feed his troops.
The two destined to be husband and wife, one explaining meticulously, the other listening attentively.
They had completely forgotten about the axe, which was practicing horse stances, and Qin's father and others waiting at the foot of the mountain to plant Cistanche.
"Zhao Chui Zi, Zhao Chui Zi, Zhao Chui Zi."
Ax's furious voice reached Zhao Liangcai and Qin Junyao's ears half an hour later.
"Ax, why are you here?" Zhao Liangcai frowned as he looked at Ax.
He and Qin Junyao were having a good conversation; why was this kid here to cause trouble?
"My leg hurts." Ax held out a leg to Zhao Liangcai.
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Zhao Liangcai had only said three words when he saw Qin Junyao quickly get up, take the steamed buns wrapped in white cloth from him, and walk down the mountain.
She took two steps and then turned back. "Twenty thousand mu. If possible, I want twenty thousand mu. You can front the money for me, and I'll pay you back later."
After saying this, Qin Junyao quickly went down the mountain. When she came out, her grandmother was cooking at home.
She had told her grandmother she would be back before dinner, and by now, the pots were probably already scrubbed clean.
Friends, this is half a chapter, and there are another thousand words to be added later. To maintain my full attendance, I need to post this chapter before midnight.