Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 3
After understanding the other party's intention, Feng Yong smiled and waved his hands again and again: "The elder thinks too much. Although this thing is more delicious than steamed cake, it can only be made after the wheat is husked and ground into flour. If the garrison is there, it can be eaten as food, but if the army is marching, it is absolutely impossible."

The visitor suddenly looked disappointed, thinking of his visit to the counties and counties in the four directions this time, one is to visit the sages of various places to help the country, the other is to watch the summer grain harvest to prepare for famine, and the third is to prevent people from taking advantage of the turmoil to cause trouble.

Now it seems that most of the famous sages in these places can only talk eloquently, but they have no idea in their hearts. It is really disappointing. In this isolated area of ​​Yizhou, the wise men are much less than those in the Central Plains and Jiangdong.

On the contrary, this year's summer crops are fully cooked, and the people are not worried about starvation, which makes people feel relieved.Otherwise, the first emperor had just died, and the Quartet had been turbulent. If the grain harvest failed again, I would be in danger in Shu.

"Sit down, little brother, wait for me to ask a few questions first. How many good fields do you have? How many cattle are there? How is this year's harvest?" Although the visitor looks noble, he seems to be easy-going and sits on the ground without hesitation. , greeted Feng Yong to sit down opposite him, and asked warmly.

Feng Yong glanced at the other party and thought to himself, could this be the ancient version of officials going to the countryside to visit people's feelings?Not bad, at least there is no response from future generations, just one car and one servant.

"If you go back to the elders, there are [-] acres of dry fields, [-] acres of paddy fields, and two oxen. This year's harvest..." Feng Yong smiled a little embarrassedly, "I don't dare to hide the truth. unfamiliar."

"Tsk!" The visitor glanced at Feng Yong dissatisfied, and reprimanded, "Farming, the foundation of a family, the foundation of a country, as the head of a family, you should be so careless, it's a big shame! You are still young, and you want to come to this farmhouse because your parents left you, so you don’t cherish it so much, don’t you deserve to be worthy of your ancestors?”

Whoops!This style has changed so fast!Where did you come from?Such a big breath?am I familiar with you?Why are you teaching me a lesson?

Feng Yong looked confused, were officials so awesome in ancient times?Can you teach others a lesson in public if you are not used to it?
But he didn't know that he himself was a piece of shit, and he didn't understand the importance that ancient officials placed on persuading farmers to teach Nongsang, persuading Nongsang to persuade Nongsang. If you don't listen, don't blame me for being rude!

"Yes, yes, the boy is ashamed." Feng Yong bowed his head and admitted his mistake. There was no way. There were no human rights in ancient times. Although he did not know why this official could teach him so confidently, he also knew the reason why the people did not fight against the official.

"Although I can't say that I know this place like the back of my hand, I've been there five or six times. I've never heard of a farm with the surname Shi Feng before. When did you come here to buy the land?" He suddenly turned to ask, and looked at Feng Yong suspiciously at the same time, did this person come from some big family?So he just put a piece of farmland for him to toss?
Really check the account!This place, Lao Tzu, was rewarded by the emperor, and it has a fair and honest origin.Looking at the other party's expression that he suspected that his bully was occupying the land, Feng Yong was angry, don't be shameless!Seeing that you are an official, and you are older than me, I will let you go. If you are like this, I will not be able to chat with you!
"The elder's words are wrong! This farm was not purchased by the boy, but given by the late emperor. The late father followed the late emperor to conquer Eastern Wu, and died together with General Fu. The late emperor was merciful and only granted these [-] acres of land."

The visitor was startled and blurted out: "It's that Feng Danzi whose family was ruined?"

How are you talking about this?You have the guts to say it again!Which bastard put the hat of this lunatic on Lao Tzu? !
Are ancient officials so boring?The family affairs of a small lieutenant lieutenant, let it go to the emperor's old man, and what if someone gave his son a nickname and made it known to the whole dynasty?Could it be because there was so little entertainment in ancient times that it was so boring?
Seeing the big change in Feng Yong's face, the other party knew that he had made a blunder, and hurriedly bowed his hands to apologize: "It turned out to be after Zhonglie, rude and rude! In a hurry, I made a slip of the tongue and blamed it by mistake!"

Feng Yong snorted coldly, and took the opportunity to change from sitting on his knees to sitting cross-legged, (actually, he was not used to sitting on his knees, his knees hurt), pointing to a field not far away and said, "The noble asked about the fields, that kid is not talented, so he Tell me about this acre of land. I heard people in the village say that this year the wheat is very ripe, and the yield per mu is two and a half stone, and everyone is happy. In the eyes of the boy, it is not something to be happy about. Today, people are cultivating water plants with fire, and they can get two and a half stones of grain per acre. Among them, those who have more grains are first to remove weeds and try their best to preserve grain seedlings, and second, to choose full grain seeds when first planting..."

Have you ever seen someone with a yield of 300 jin per mu in the experimental field?In later generations, the uncles of farmers who usually farm the land without a yield of a thousand catties per mu are embarrassed to go out and say hello to people.Now I can only harvest more than [-] catties per mu, and I am so happy that I am so happy!What a turkey!
Pointing at Jiangshan, he wrote passionately, his mouth was full of foam, he said a lot, and his mouth was dry. When he turned his head and looked at it, this guy surnamed Ma looked stunned, and he was satisfied, hum!Are you afraid?Are you frightened by Lao Tzu's erudition?

The other party reluctantly put on a smiling face and cupped his hands: "Xiao Lang's ideas are ingenious, and it is amazing that he can think of what others can't think of. But now that he is recovering from a serious illness, it is better to rest and recuperate carefully. This summer is coming, Pay more attention to heatstroke prevention, and don't let the scorching sun shine..."

It seems that he was really fooled by himself, hum, the ancients just didn't know!
Feng Yong pointed to the guide and said: "Although this year is a year of maturity, it is still unreasonable to say that you are worry-free. Now that the first emperor has died, I am afraid that there will be a lot of things in Shu! In the land of China, there has been a long-term desire to be disobedient, and the Eastern Wu has acquired the land of Jingzhou, and will definitely see the middle of Shu.

"Okay, okay..." The visitor's face had turned pale, with inexplicable pity in his eyes, and he raised his hand perfunctorily, "Lang-Jun is really a great talent! Hearing your words today, it is like drinking a spring of thirst for a long time. It's just today. I still have important things to do, I’m afraid I won’t be able to chat with you more, and if you have free time, I will come back to hear your high views!”

I saw the other party hurriedly salute, got up and left in a hurry.

It's boring, Feng Yong slammed his mouth and thought about it, the guy's eyes before he left seemed, as if, with pity?right?Right?What does it mean to think ingeniously, to be able to think of what others cannot think of?Wouldn't this be calling us crazy?Feng Yong finally came to his senses.

Hey, there is a kind of don't go, explain it to me!This official's heart is bad, cursing and cursing.

"Master, how is it?" The waiter looked at the master's footsteps hurriedly approaching, and hurried to drive the car with a look of bad luck, feeling very strange in his heart.

After the car was back on the road, the lord sighed, "I thought I was a wise man, but I didn't think so, but I met an idiot!"

After the official surnamed Ma, who looked like a lunatic left, Feng Yong fished for a while to see that the sun was already in the west, and the farmers in the fields began to gather the harvested wheat and organize them into stomps.

He picked up the fish basket immersed in the water, looked at the results today, and nodded with satisfaction. The ancient times without pollution are good. Look at the wildness, it is many times better than the fish that are specially cultivated for others to catch. .

In a previous life, I went to fishing in a place specially designed for people to fish. The fish was stupid, and the taste was so bad that there was no fun in fishing at all.

The Feng family’s house is the center of Zhuangzi. Five hundred acres of land sounds like a lot, but it’s nothing at all in this era. Two hundred acres of them are paddy fields, and rice can be planted in different seasons with wheat. Millet and wheat can also be staggered in season, so the land rented by the Feng family is actually just a few families.

At this time, the cultivation is too extensive. Basically, when you first plant it, you worry about choosing a grain seed. If you can, set the fire to burn it, and then turn the ground with cattle. If the fire is finished, you can use a farm tool to turn it manually. , and finally sow the seeds, and then there is little management, and there is no pressure for a family to cultivate [-] mu of land.

How much food do you expect to get from this farming method?So this year, one acre and two and a half stones of wheat are considered a ripe year, and everyone is thankful to God.

Feng Yong felt that if he was God, he might not even give a stone.Feng Yong lived in the countryside before going out to study in his previous life. He remembers that when he was a child, his home was less than ten acres of land.Why?Without him, deep cultivation and careful cultivation of four-character ears.

Looking at the ragged Zhuang households surrounding the open space of Zhuangzi, holding steamed buns in their hands, and gobbling down boiled rice, that is, millet porridge, Feng Yong, who grew up under the red flag since he was a child, suddenly felt irritable. , MMP, dead ball go!

(End of this chapter)