Chen Mu had never felt what it meant to eat the last meal without the next meal in his life, and suddenly encountering this situation made him feel a little caught off guard.

To go on, he had to find a way to make some money. It seems that it is always easy for a traverser to make money, but looking at the rice jar, Chen Mu felt that his head was full of mush, he knew a lot of things, he had knowledge beyond this world for hundreds of years, but what would he do?

Chen Mu thought about it, he can stir-fry, although he may not be able to compare with the world-famous chefs, but opening a restaurant with the marketing concept of his own era will not be too bad. But he is a military household, and this relatively low status makes it impossible for him to leave the Qingyuan Guard without fighting or dispatching, let alone going out to do business by himself; He knew about small blast furnaces for steelmaking, and hell for it, memory told him that there were several blast furnaces in the guardhouse. He has been a soldier and knows some gun maintenance, but being able to disassemble guns for maintenance does not mean that he can build guns...... He doesn't know how to draw rifling, and he doesn't know how to make primer, not to mention that in this era, the whole world is using black powder, how to make smokeless gunpowder and fixed ammunition?

Hell knows!

Perhaps the only knowledge that he can use in a short period of time is the soil method of nitrate.

It's not the kind of method of making latrines to make nitrate, it is a method that takes several years of accumulation to make once, and he needs to complete the initial accumulation in a short time, and boil it with the ready-made nitrate soil in the cave. Chen Mu's grandfather experienced the war years, and entered the cave with his elders at the age of eight, until the seventies when a large amount of foreign nitrate entered the domestic market, and the soil nitrate had no way out, but this method made Chen Mu remember it in his mind, and every process was impressive.

Although it is the soil law after liberation, it is also more clever than the ancient collection of moisture into nitrate, mainly with the accumulation of thousands of years of nitrate in the cave, the output is very large, a few people can boil out 10,000 catties of cave nitrate in half a year, and you can earn thousands of taels of silver by selling it.

A thousand taels of silver is crazy enough to be placed anywhere.

As a military household, and a military household with a single family, Chen Mu basically had no chance to see the silver tael, and even if there was, it was the silver in someone else's hand, and it had nothing to do with him. According to this year's rice price of one stone and 630 yuan, if he can boil out a few hundred catties of white nitrate powder and sell it for 1,000 taels of silver, and buy back the rice, it will be his 100-year salary!

Qi Jiguang's soldiers killed the Japanese in Fujian, and a Japanese Emperor gave a reward of thirty taels of silver; Qing Yuanwei has been peaceful in recent years, and in the past, his father's generation killed thieves in exchange for a reward for their heads, so they could get eight taels.

Is the money for killing people so easy to earn?

"Brother, the rice is sent back, the Hun family can't go to the ground, otherwise I will thank you in person." Chen Mu was thinking about how to operate the matter of digging a hole, when he heard the door of the house leaking with wind being pushed open, and Shao Tingda's tall figure stepped in, with a heavy thank you on his face, and he pulled over the stool in a big jacket and said before he sat down: "If you say something, I will do it for you!" ”

When Chen Mu saw his brother coming, he no longer thought about it, cave nitrate must be made, but not now. The memory in his mind is sometimes sober and sometimes confused, coupled with the impact of the sense of time and space dislocation caused by the past memory on him, he must first figure out what the situation of the Ming Dynasty guard he is in, otherwise he will always be uneasy and apprehensive in his heart, and he will not want to do anything serious!

He closed the door of the house, and then he said straight to the point: "Recently, I don't know how to get dizzy and forget a lot of things, do you know that there is a cave near the water source near the guardhouse, and it is best to have stagnant water in the cave." ”

"There is it in the north of Qingcheng, we went to play in it when we were old, and there is spicy soil on the ground, you mix that thing with dry food for me to eat, it is so spicy that I cry!" Shao Tingda was extremely surprised and shouted, "You don't remember this? ”

"As soon as you say it, I remember!" As soon as he heard that his brother said it was spicy soil, Chen Mu's face was happy and quickly retracted, but the upturned corners of his mouth couldn't hide the joy in his heart. Grandpa once said that nitrate is sweet and sour, sweet and sour is the worst, and spicy taste is the best. Then Zhengse said to Shao Tingda: "You can take me to see it another day, maybe you can do something in the cave." ”

Although his grandfather talked about this process no less than ten times back then, his ears were calloused, after all, he had never done it himself, and Chen Mu didn't know if he could do it. You can't make a promise until it's done.

"What's so difficult about this, wait for our flag ship to defend the city, and I'll take you there when I'm on duty." The military households can't go out of the guard post if they have nothing to do, their range of activities is in the suburbs of Qingyuan City, if they go to the cave and don't have horses, they will definitely not be able to come back at night, so they can only wait for their turn to defend the city. The military households plough the fields and rotate the fields is 28 points, and the entire guard station is 20 percent of the bannermen who enter the city to guard the city and patrol, and 80 percent of the military households plough the fields. In Qingyuanwei, it is distributed according to the ten small flags under the hundred households.

Speaking of this, Shao Tingda remembered something, and said with a shy face: "Brother Mu, you can talk to Bai Baihu, why don't you ask if we are on duty to guard Qingyuan City or go down to the ground to cultivate this year?" Just six of us, we can harvest the fields of twelve people, and we can't harvest rice if we are tired to death. ”

Outside Qingyuan County, there is Qingyuanwei's land everywhere, scattered in various hundreds of military households. In the past, military households cultivated a lot, and the harvest was cut down and handed over to the imperial court, leaving a lot of surplus, but at that time, Zhu Yuanzhang was the old yellow calendar when he founded the country. Nowadays, there are more and more private fields of high-ranking officials in the health center, and there are fewer and fewer official fields, and the same land is also cultivated by military households, and the harvest is just enough to be handed over to the imperial court.

When the military families fled, the same fields were cultivated by fewer people, and the people who stayed behind lived more and more like pigs and cattle. In the long run, it is not a lie that the military households of the guard are actually serfs in the name of the official army.

However, when it comes to harvesting rice fields, Chen Mu may have some other methods, but this requires a craftsman.

Shao Tingda is the most reluctant to go to the field to farm, in Chen Mu's intermittent memory, in previous years, Shao Tingda's family was able to work in the field, and they were tired and tired to work in order not to violate the agricultural time. This year, his wife gave birth to a baby, and the old man is old and frail, "Alas! Shao Tingda let out a long sigh, shook his head and said: "In the past two years, there have been troubles along the coast, and those high-ranking generals have used personal soldiers and recruited soldiers, and we have been plowing the fields all day long, and we don't even train the soldiers, when will the hard days come to an end!" ”

"Huh? What did you say...... When will the hard days end? Chen Mu was distracted, and he didn't hear Shao Tingda's long sigh, even if he heard it, he didn't care, he just stared at the five brothers and raised the corners of his mouth and said, "You say that Bai Baihu and I can talk?" Then our brother's hard life is coming to an end! ”

Hundred households Bai Yuanjie, the word Jingchen. This person, Chen Mu has known him for two lifetimes!

Note: General Bai Yuanjie participated in the battle of Wanli to aid Korea, resisted the Japanese army and won the naval battle, don't say anything out of place.