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Chapter 7 Tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land and hundreds of millions of kilograms of grain(2/2)

The old man said with respect.

When Fang Yuan was mentioned, his eyes were full of respect.

When the caravan representatives on site saw this, they exchanged glances with each other in private and nodded secretly.

Du Ruhui's eyes changed as he listened, wanting to turn around and urge the Imperial Army who were investigating Fang Yuan's information to hurry up.

"How to deal with the locust plague?"

Li Shimin sighed and nodded, then asked about the locust plague.

Drought can divert water, but locust plague is different. How to deal with locusts flying from the sky?

"Actually, the locust plague in Wuling County is not serious."

"As early as when we heard about the locust plague in the pass, the county magistrate organized manpower to monitor day and night and lit torches in various places at night. Locusts like to put out fires and will attack torches, so we took advantage of the situation to get rid of them."

"During the day, we keep chickens, ducks, and geese around the farmland. They are the natural enemies of locusts. There were not many locusts in the first place, but they were eaten by chickens, ducks, and geese as soon as they arrived."

The old man said proudly.

These are his personal experiences.

These are all strong memories, and we will protect farmland in this way in the future.

"How do you know that chickens, ducks and geese are the natural enemies of locusts?"

Li Shimin couldn't wait to ask.

He knew how locusts fight fires. When he was in Chang'an City, he also summoned soldiers to kill locusts at night.

But there were too many locusts. They killed a lot of them at night, and they appeared endlessly the next day. They couldn't protect the food of heaven and earth at all.

"The county magistrate said that."

This is the old man's answer.

"Then...how much can you harvest this year?"

Li Shimin asked another question.

This is also a question that the on-site caravan representatives wanted to ask.

"I heard it can be a million stones."

"I've heard that too, but I can't do math."

The old man scratched his head and said with a silly smile.

"Thank you, old man, I've finished asking."

Li Shimin nodded and thanked.

Underneath his calm face, his heart is full of turmoil.

First, Fang Yuan’s diversion obviously knew about the drought in advance. How did he know about it in advance?

Second, no one in the civil or military circles of the dynasty knew about the natural enemies of locusts. How did Fang Yuan know about it?

Third, Fang Yuan must be his worthy minister!
Chapter completed!
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