mtl008 Chapter 317
Chapter 317
Chapter 283 Clever?
He didn't have that much energy; he just focused on the present and doing his job well.
General Chen couldn't help but sigh.
There are so many clever people in this world!
I just don't know how they think like that. Anyway, I don't have that many ideas. Even though I'm in the court now, I'm the one who slacks off.
Upon hearing General Chen's words, Fusu couldn't help but turn to look at him.
As expected of a physically strong but mentally simple-minded brute, he didn't pay much attention to this university and remained focused on his own little corner of the world.
In this respect, he was no match for him; his thoughts always drifted to the snow and to his reputation.
There's nothing we can do; it's become a ingrained way of thinking. Although General Chen's words were unpleasant, they held some truth. Even though he's still here, there's nothing he can do to help.
Even if you have the best idea, there's no way to get it to Xianyang Palace at this point. So you might as well just do as you please.
I won't worry about it so much anymore.
But his reason told him that this was how it should be, while his emotions still couldn't help but worry about all of this.
However, by mentally rehearsing it a few more times now, we can prepare for natural and man-made disasters next year when the snow stops and we return home.
With such a vast territory as Qin, if a natural disaster in one place is resolved, something else will inevitably happen in another; he's already used to it.
So Fusu shook his head and said, "Anyway, there's nothing to do right now, so I can just think about it here without delaying important matters. But what you said makes some sense. Thinking about it more won't help, since it can't be implemented."
"Even the news is hard to get back, let alone implement anything. It's up to the people to work hard on their own. We soldiers can shovel snow, but it's too much of a drain on our energy, so we can't let them continue this job."
"Although we have collected enough food and money, and brought warm clothing, no amount of food will be enough for all the disaster victims. We need to do more than just help them now; we also need to help them survive until next spring when we plant seeds."
Although he didn't bring many people, Fusu carefully calculated their daily consumption and found that the food was never enough.
He could tell that the soldiers were not very well fed, but even so, the food supply was still insufficient.
Thinking about the world's food production, Fusu couldn't help but sigh deeply; the yield was simply too low.
Even though the cultivated area is extremely vast, the yield is so low that very little tax revenue can be collected.
At this moment, Fusu missed the high-yield rice and wheat of modern times, or even sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn, whose yields were excellent.
It could feed countless people, but all of that is just wishful thinking now.
High-yield rice and wheat crops are beyond its research capabilities.
There are countless technological barriers in this process.
As for sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn, in the tropical south, the land area of Daqin is not that vast at all.
He can't be found in China. It seems that when I have more money and connections in the future, I'll have to send someone to the south to bring back these seeds and cultivate them slowly.
While the vision for the future is vast, the current predicament is very real.
Shoveling snow is physically demanding, and if you don't eat enough, how will you have the energy to remove snow from the roads?