The monarch and minister also discussed in detail the construction matters of Misty County.
Ren Jie answered questions fluently and put forward his own opinions and suggestions one by one.
Ren Ning was quite satisfied with this.
After some report, Ren Jie glanced at Guan Yi beside him.
"Your Majesty, I happened to meet Guan Shangshu when I entered the palace. It seems that Lord Shangshu has important matters to report. If Your Majesty has no other instructions, I will leave first."
"Okay." Ren Ning nodded with a smile, then turned his eyes to the direction of the Taishi Mansion.
"I heard that in a few days it will be the old lady's birthday?"
"Return to Your Majesty, it will be the 60th birthday of my mother in three days." Ren Jie replied respectfully.
Ren Ning knew it and turned to look at the little plum beside him.
"Little Lizi, the foundation stone pillar of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, has made great contributions to the prosperity and stability of the empire for many years. Now that the old lady's birthday is about to be around, I will prepare a generous gift for me and send it to the Grand Tutor's Mansion tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Little Lizi responded quickly, "I'll do it now."
Ren Ning nodded slightly and looked at Ren Jie again, with a gentle tone.
"Ren Qing, you have been an official abroad for many years and have been together with the old lady. Now you are rarely able to return to Beijing, so you can spend more days with the old lady, so you don't have to rush back to Misty County."
Ren Jie was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly bowed to thank him: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."
"If nothing else is done, let's step down first."
"Yes, your Majesty."
Ren Jie retreated respectfully, Guan Yi watched him leave, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
This time Ren Jie returned to Beijing, nominally, to report his work and seek his mother.
However, among the thirty counties of Yunchui, the county magistrates of the "Shang San County" including Su Lan, Xing Luo and Xing Jicheng.
If you have not made great contributions and were required to be granted a title, or if you have made a big mistake and were impeached by the censor, you have to be punished in Beijing, you have very few opportunities to leave the county, let alone enter Beijing.
Usually they only submit county conditions reports at the beginning of the year, at the end of the year, or when major events occur.
The reasons are: First, the distance between the counties is long and the transportation is inconvenient. Most county magistrates are civil servants and cannot withstand long journeys; second, the county magistrates, as the highest local administrative officer, are in charge of the affairs of a county. If they leave without authorization or for a long time, no one will preside over the affairs of the county, and they will inevitably fall into chaos.
Even the upper-class counties are like this, and the lower-class counties have few chances to enter Beijing.
Now that Ren Jie is returning to Beijing in the name of seeking his mother, once the news spreads, even if the place where he is in office is remote, I am afraid no one in Xingji City dares to underestimate him.
"Shangshu Guan," Ren Ning didn't know what Guan Yi was thinking, half serious and half ridiculed, "Didn't you just see the morning court? What's the important thing now?"
Guan Yi came to his senses and quickly took out a thick memorial from his arms and presented it respectfully.
"I deserve to be punished by disturbing Your Majesty's rest. But the Ministry of War had just received an urgent report from the fast horses of Yanpu Fortress. It was a serious matter, so I had to go to the palace again to disturb Your Majesty."
Ren Ning frowned slightly when he heard this.
Yanfeng Fortress, or is it a quick horse to report it urgently?
Nowadays, not only the Yanfeng Fortress, but also the deep part of the Xiliang Grassland, a windmill communication system has been built.
Although the number of windmills is not enough to cover the entire area, the messaging in most areas has been unimpeded.
However, although the windmill transmits quickly, it has an obvious flaw: the content delivered is limited to text and the length is limited, otherwise it is very easy to make mistakes.
Little Lizi quickly presented the memorial from Guan Yi to Ren Ning.
I reached out and pressed it, and found that the package was soft and I didn't know what it was.
When he opened it, Ren Ning's eyes lit up.
In addition to a document, there is also a large bag of white flocs in the package.
Sure enough, cotton.
"Your Majesty, the Kailun tribe has successfully tried to grow cotton. They think that your Majesty may like it. After harvesting, the sample was sent to the Yanpi Fortress as soon as possible." Guan Yi explained.
Ha ha.
Ren Ning couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
"I like it! Of course I like it!"
Cotton is widely used. In addition to the most basic cold-proof clothing, it is also an important strategic material that can be used to stop bleeding, make medicine, and even make ammunition.
It can be said that the more you get better.
For the people, food, clothing, housing and transportation are indispensable.
Clothes rank first, which shows its importance.
Without food, it may be difficult for the people to survive; but without clothing, it may be difficult for the people to even get out of their homes, let alone life.
Although clothing is important, no matter which dynasty or dynasty, it is always a difficult problem for ordinary people to have complete clothing.
Not to mention remote areas, even outside the gate of Xingji City, there are many people who are not covered in clothes.
Especially in the twelfth month of the cold winter every year, there are countless cases in which people from all over the country die of cold death in the wild or even at home due to lack of clothing.
Ren Ning knew the importance of population and tried hard to solve this problem.
The laughter gradually subsided, and he picked up the memorial and read it carefully, and soon understood the whole story of the matter.
A few years ago, he and Lei Er went to the Xiliang Prairie, rescued Lao Santai and others near the Kailun tribe's headquarters, and even captured more than a dozen wolf cubs with them, preparing to tame the hunting dog.
At that time, according to Ren Ning's suggestion, the Kailun tribe moved south to avoid the pursuit of the Benlu tribe.
After stabilizing, they followed the instructors of Xingluo Legion to practice martial arts formations and defend their homes, while organizing people to open up land and try to plant various crops.
From rice, wheat to taro, potatoes, to corn, cotton, sugarcane, gourd...
They tried all the seeds that the Xinglu Legion could provide.
During this period, many crops died because they were not adapted to the climate of the grassland. Even if they survived by chance, their yields were extremely low and difficult to promote.
However, hard work pays off, and some crops eventually achieved good harvests, such as the cotton in front of them.
"Trial planting more than 30 mu, with an average yield of 490 kilograms per mu..."
After reading this, Ren Ning suddenly raised his head.
"Guan Qing, I remember that Tianshui County also produces a lot of cotton. I don't know how much it produces per mu? Also, how many pieces of clothing can be made by one pound of cotton?"
When Guan Yi heard this, his mouth felt bitter.
He is the Minister of War, so how could he know about the cotton production in Tianshui County?
This question should have been answered by the Ministry of Revenue.
However, recently, affected by the Central Army case, the general's mansion and even the royal palace were confiscated from time to time. The Ministry of Revenue was busy, and Qian Liang had not been asleep for several days and did not attend the morning court today.
But the emperor had to answer questions.
Guan Yi pondered for a moment, and had to speak with a stinging bullet.
"When you go back to your Majesty, the empire has vast territory, different climates in different places, and the cotton coats are also divided into thickness."
"According to the regulations of the Ministry of War, the thickest cotton coats are usually sent to strangely cold areas such as Bei Customs and Yanhui Legion. Each piece is made of 16 taels of cotton, and cotton coats above 1,000-year length are thicker."
"As for thin cotton coats, they are usually sent to other garrison troops in the northern part of the empire, divided into ten, eight and six two or three types."
As for the cotton production in Tianshui County, he did not mention it.
Little Lizi was clever and immediately ordered someone to bring in Tianshui County Chronicles to quickly check the relevant data.
After a while, he was excited.
"Your Majesty, the cotton yield in Tianshui County in the past ten years has been found. In the bumper year, the average yield per mu was about 380 kilograms, and a total of 26,412 mu of them were planted..."
Three hundred and eighty kilograms?
When Ren Ning heard this, he stopped listening. Instead, he looked at the "490 kilograms" on the memorial and nodded with satisfaction.
"Transfer to my will, the Kailun tribe does not have to worry about food. I will send people to transport food and other required materials from the east. Their task is to do their best to reclaim wasteland and plant cotton."
"Your Majesty is wise." Guan Yi's eyes lit up below.
As long as farming can make the people live even more, the people who depend on Kailun will gradually settle down and no longer migrate with the water and grass as they did in the past.
When they get used to farming life, the land will become their roots, and it will be easier for them to rule.
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