Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 635 - 600: Through the Ages, Man Triumphs Over Fate

"Where is it, where is it? Where are those lands?" Lub Su excitedly rubbed his hands together and said, his face nearly bursting into layers of joy like stacked chrysanthemums.

"Calm down, it’s still quite far from us." Jia Xu flicked the empty wine goblet, and Lub Su instantly understood and poured Jia Xu another cup of wine.

"I’m also interested," Li Youu said calmly, but his hands were clenched tightly; he knew all too well what five million hectares of land meant to the current Great Han Dynasty, "When I traveled to study, I traversed much of the Great Han Dynasty and do not remember any place with so much fertile land."

"Heh, heh, heh." Chen Xi’s expression twitched, having forgotten that Li Youu and Lub Su were both representatives of those who had keen hearing and sharp eyes.

"Firstly, the place is by Yuan Benchu’s side, but Yuan Benchu has not discovered it yet," Jia Xu said quite dismissively of the Wuhuan and Xianbei, going so far as to say he did not even consider them as equals.

"Yuan Benchu." Li Youu and Lub Su exchanged glances, sparks flying in their eyes, "We now have another compelling reason to overcome him. Tell me about the place, I am very interested, the earlier we plan, the better."

"North of Youzhou, where the Wuhuan Xianbei are now living, that grassland lush with water and grass," Jia Xu said with a calm demeanor.

"Climate is an issue, but if the soil truly is fertile, then millet can be planted," Lub Su shared his experience with crops, "Qu Hanmo has researched cold-resistant crops."

After that, everyone looked at Chen Xi, who nodded, "I had him conduct research on cold-resistant millet. Planting once a year in that place is not a problem, and the land is fertile. Even with slash-and-burn agriculture, it can produce fifty percent more than the Central Plains. Compared to the fallow rotation of the Central Plains, I can assure you there’s no issue with that five million hectares of genuine fertile land."

"So the biggest remaining issue is the settlement of the people. The harsh cold of the north makes it difficult for people to live there—that’s the biggest problem," Li Youu said, frowning, "Woolen clothing could work, but the question is, with a range of five million hectares, at least ten million immigrants would be needed. Do we have enough clothing for them?"

"Hanmou, come here, there’s something I need to discuss with you," Chen Xi waved Qu Qi over, "Wen Ru wants to ask you about something related to staying warm; give him some insight."

Qu Qi, who was eating on the side, frowned and walked over, gave a slight bow, and then sat down across from them.

"Hanmou, do you have something that can keep the people warm?" Lub Su asked, addressing a critical issue.

"Yes, I have mastered the cultivation techniques. Originally, I planned to report it to Lord Xuande after some time: it’s ten times more efficient than hemp, and in terms of wool, we have a ratio equal to that of sheep’s wool, but the yield is much greater than that of wool," Qu Qi said nonchalantly, but to the ears of the other three, it was like thunder.

"Impressive," Lub Su said, looking at Qu Qi, then turned to Chen Xi, "Impressive, thinking three steps ahead, truly deserved. Hanmou, how long will it take to scale the production of that item to meet the needs of a million people?"

"A million people?" Qu Qi’s face twitched at the mention, it was a big ask right off the bat, fitting for Lub Zijing, who was accustomed to directing hundreds of thousands of people in various construction and repair activities.

"Hmm, an initial estimate suggests we need a million, and later it will be more," Li Youu nodded and replied.

Qu Qi felt confident about developing improved species and new plants, and these people had every reason to be. Zhao Yun could leave only because Qu Qi had completely taken over Zhao Yun’s responsibilities, increasing production by thirty to fifty percent, which was enough for the people to place Qu Qi on the altar and worship it during the New Year celebrations. Indeed, it seems that it’s true what they say, "Food is the God of the people."

"It will probably take four to five years, and we’ll need a million at least. We’ll also need favorable weather in the same year, and an extremely large planting area. However, the wastelands of Yanzhou and Bingzhou are also suitable for cultivation," Qu Qi slightly calculated before speaking, "However, if so, you will need to tilt your resources this way."

"If it goes well, four to five years should be about right for us," Jia Xu estimated, as they had many contingency plans prepared, "It’s a pity, though, that by then, with the momentum of a great victory, we could basically settle the world."

"Expand our territory for our descendants; leave them a heritage. Central Plains will always be ours, and nobody can take it from us. But right now, it isn’t ours yet," said Li Youu, who firmly believed it was better to take that land sooner rather than later. Any unforeseen variables could lead to tragedy.

Chen Xi glanced over the others, noting their determination to make what belonged to others their own, then to incorporate Central Plains. In his view, their actions were unquestionably justified.

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"Let me tell you the truth, the essence of the world is not in Central Plains. It’s just that Central Plains has a dense population. The truly fertile lands aren’t here. I know of places where you can scatter a handful of grain and harvest three times a year, and any random piece of land dug up is rich in bronze and iron. We’ll all work hard for it when the time comes," Chen Xi said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Jia Xu and the others felt their eyeballs nearly pop out of their sockets. Zhao Yun, who had secretly been eavesdropping, was also stunned. There were places like that? How had he not known before?

"Are there really places like that?" Jia Xu murmured to himself.

"Of course," Chen Xi arrogantly said, brimming with confidence. "Defeat the north, take Central Plains, and control the whole world, then you will see those places. For now, though, focus on establishing your power in the north, seize five million mu of fertile land, and those mere two hundred thousand mu of riverbanks in Guanzhong—watch me teach them a lesson!"

"If there are places like that, I must see them in this lifetime and see why heaven is so unfair!" exclaimed Jia Xu, his eyes cold yet resolute as he swept them over Chen Xi. War had made him who he was, but it also exposed him to too much sorrow. Countless people were displaced; many resorted to selling their children for food. Anger and hope were buried in each grain.

Compared to Jia Xu’s icy gaze, Li Youu felt a sudden surge of fury upon hearing the news—why was heaven so unjust!

Inadvertently, Li Youu’s thoughts drifted to the past, to his original purpose. The Humble Family, the common people—yes, all strategists from humble backgrounds worked to ensure that people like them had enough to eat, clothing to wear, books to read, or rather, to have the chance to reach for something higher. That was the reason he followed Dong Zhuo!

Back then, when Luoyang’s Young Emperor was deposed and subsequently killed in anger, the dream was to gather all Feudal Lords, then employ ten years’ worth of elite troops and defeat the Feudal Lords at Hulao, followed by sweeping the world with the momentum of a great victory. The quickest and most effective plan for ending chaos could set the world in just three to five years!

Only destructive power of such magnitude was sufficient to reshuffle the world, plan new systems, and end the pain of the people of Central Plains in the shortest time.

And now, Chen Xi was telling Li Youu about lands where crops could be harvested three times a year, which instantly made Li Youu realize the injustice of heaven. In the Central Plains, even the Upper Field could only be sown once a year and did not require rest. The disparity was stark!

"If such places exist, I must personally visit them!" Li Youu angrily drew his Precious Sword and stabbed it into the table, piercing through it, with the hilt still quivering, "If heaven is unjust, I must strengthen myself. Through thousands of generations, humanity will triumph over nature!"(To be continued. If you enjoy this novel, please support by voting for it on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)