Don't make trouble, let's build infrastructure!

On the second night, Yan Shishi sneaked away to Tong Rana.

Tong Ran originally wanted to put the little tiger to sleep before going out, but the cub refused to go to sleep no matter what, and even jumped into his arms.

Tong Ran had no choice but to take it out together.

"I'm not going." Qiu'er spent the whole night fiddling with his bamboo cards. During the day, Tong Ran not only taught him the rules of playing bamboo cards, but also taught him a lot of card control skills. These skills are not easy to learn. Qiu'er Been practicing all day.

"Don't practice too late, go to bed early." Tong Ran instructed, and took the little tiger out with Yan Shishi.

Today is almost full moon, even at night, you can see the road under your feet clearly.

In order not to let the villagers find out, Tong Ran did not bring torches or lanterns, and only walked by the moonlight.

Chu Jun is now in the posture of a tiger, and his night vision ability is far better than that of humans. His green eyes swept over, and he could see the scene of the village at a glance.

Yan Shishi grew up here and was very familiar with the roads in the village. He led Tong Ran and the others quickly to the direction of the official farm outside the village.

Most of this generation has sandy loam soil, and crops such as rice and wheat cannot be grown, so all they grow is barley.

"Barley tillers (nie4) years ago, and it will be jointed in a few days. During the jointing period, a large amount of topdressing is required, otherwise the barley will not grow taller and the millet will produce less." Yan Shishi brought them to Yan's house. Barley Field, said as he walked along the stalks.

Yan Shishi talked a lot. Tong Ran asked some questions casually, and he could talk for a long time. He could even talk about the process of fertilizing manure from pig pens and chicken pens for a long time with relish.

Chu Jun is quite familiar with these farming matters, and he goes to the imperial land to cultivate it himself every year to show the importance the monarch attaches to farming and mulberry.

These fields are full of wheat, but not all the plants are full and upright, and many of them have been limp and crooked, not looking like they are growing well.

Tong Ran looked at the two fields, and then asked Yan Shishi how they watered them on weekdays.

Yan Shishi snorted: "There is no watering, just waiting for the rain. After the jointing period is the booting and heading period, when the wheat needs water most, we will dig well water from the village, but it is too little .Actually, there used to be a river here, but it dried up later, and now the riverbed is covered with grass.”

"What about when there was a river before?" Tong Ran asked, "You brought water from the river?"

Yan Shishi shook his head: "No, it was a long time ago. I also heard from someone surnamed Wu in the village that there were canals built here before, and they were used to divert water. Look, there are still some canals in that canal." Some are there, but they are deserted, and there are no rivers to draw water from."

Looking in the direction of Yan Shishi's finger, there was indeed a damaged wooden canal winding around the field, which was incomplete, and Tong Ran guessed that part of it had been dismantled.

Tong Ran followed Yan Shishi to stop and look around, and had a general understanding of the situation here.

"Brother Tong," Yan Shishi suddenly stopped him when he was about to go back, "I, Aye, Auntie said you are not a good person, but I don't believe it, can I ask you for a favor?"

Tong Ran asked him what it was, but Yan Shishi bent his knees and knelt down.

"Brother Tong, listen to me first." Yan Shishi avoided Tong Ran who was going to help him, "You have also seen the situation in the village today, we as tenants don't have our own land, so it's fine if the government is good. If it’s not good, we can only let them bully us. Now every household owes a lot of debts, and we don’t know how much food we can collect this year. We’re afraid we won’t be able to survive next year. Please help us, no matter what Well, I hope everyone in the village can survive."

It was very dark, but Tong Ran still saw the tears in Yan Shishi's eyes.

He stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Don't worry, since I know, I will never ignore it."

"Brother Tong, what do you plan to do?" Back home, Tong Ran briefly talked to Qiu'er about what he had gained tonight, and Qiu'er was twirling a bamboo card in his hand, talking to him with two purposes.

Tong Ran: "You practiced the bamboo cards well."

Qiu'er: "Hey, is it true that blue is better than blue?"

Tong Ran: "You can say that."

Qiu'er is proud, and is silly on the sidelines.

The little tiger thought he was noisy, jumped on top of his head, and slapped his face with two paws.The little tiger put away his toenails and didn't really hurt him, but the ball was still hairy, so he chased and fought the little tiger again.

The little tiger ignored him and jumped into Tong Ran's arms.

"Okay, go to sleep." Tong Ran said.

"He hit me!" Qiu'er complained.

Tong Ran put the little tiger on the bed: "It's just a tiger cub, why are you getting angry with it, go to bed soon, and we will report to the county government tomorrow."

"You know how to protect it." Qiu'er muttered, then turned and went to sleep on his own bed.

In the early morning of the next day, Tong Ran took care of it carefully, and entered the city wearing a Yuebai tuan collar robe.

The little tiger clung to his trouser leg before he went out, so Tong Ran brought it along.Tong Ran hugged the little tiger, followed by Qiu'er. It had been two incense sticks since the porter who sent the message entered.

Qiu'er couldn't help complaining: "It's just a message, why don't you come out, my legs are numb."

Tong Ran: "If you feel numb, go sit on the stone pier for a while."

Tong Ran said that's what he said, but he didn't move, as if he was going to wait for the porter to come out.

In the county government office, Magistrate Deng leaned on his grand master's chair, and the master bent down to report the matter to him.

After he finished speaking, he asked, "Where is that Tong Ran?"

The concierge stepped forward immediately: "Report to the county magistrate, we are still waiting outside."

The county magistrate nodded, but didn't tell him to come in.The master came closer and said, "Master Deng, why don't you ask him to come in and talk?"

Deng Zhixian: "What do you know? This Tong Ran is the youngest person after Fu Ganze. He became a farmer at the age of 14. It is the time when he is in high spirits. If he does not frustrate his spirit now, he will return it later. have to?"

The master raised his thumb and said flatteringly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Deng is right, Mr. Deng has a clever plan, and I admire you."

After listening to the flattery, Deng Zhixian felt relieved: "Come on, wait for two more sticks of incense, and let that kid come in."

"Yes." The porter took the order and left.

After two sticks of incense, the gate of the county government finally opened.

Qiu'er: "Does it take so long to spread the word? It's freezing to death!"

"Qiu'er." Tong Ran stopped him.

Qiu'er was a little dissatisfied, and rubbed his hands and feet to keep warm. The wind in February is no joke.But since Tong Ran has spoken, he won't talk anymore.

Tong Ran and the others followed the concierge to the main hall where Dengzhi County usually works.

Tong Ran respectfully handed the appointment letter to the yamen servant, and introduced himself to Deng Zhixian.Deng Zhixian is about forty years old, he is fat in middle age, a little fat, his eyes are narrowed, almost squeezed by the fat on his face.

County magistrate Deng looked Tong Ran up and down through the slits in his eyes. He thought that Tong Ran would have a high grade at a young age, so he must be a little arrogant. For a quarter of an hour, he dried Tong Ran for a full four sticks of incense. Others would have to be resentful, but this Tong Ran looked calm.

Tong Ran took a small bag from Qiu'er, and opened it on the spot: "Master Deng, this is the first time I've met you, and I prepared some small gifts, please accept them."

In the small bag was the Dahongpao, a tribute given by the wealthy businessman of Zhuoyang Mansion, he was not willing to give it to the little tiger, and kept it until now.Since you want to give Deng Zhi County a gift, of course you have to give something of weight.

As soon as Deng Zhixian got it, he recognized that it was a tribute Dahongpao, and his narrowed eyes widened a little.

This kid was born in Washe, but he condensed the seeds of righteousness earlier than those who were born in the noble family. He is really not a mediocre person. The tribute Dahongpao is not something that can be obtained with money. Giving it to him is also costing money.

However, he is not a person who likes tea, so Tong Ran's flattery can be regarded as a horse's foot.

"In addition, I usually like to make some gadgets. Not long ago, I heard from a gambler in Zhuoyang Mansion that there is a very interesting gambling method in his hometown called blackjack. Tong Ran thought it was interesting, so he used that gambling method It’s a pity that the imperial court prohibits gambling, and this thing can only be used for fun, if your lord doesn’t dislike it, how about giving this set to you?”

While talking, Tong Ran took out a bamboo box, which was bigger than the tea box just now, and contained three sets of bamboo playing cards he made, a total of 150 six cards.A complete deck should have 54 cards, but the big king and the little king are not needed for blackjack, so Tong Ran wanted to save trouble, so he didn't do it.

Thanks to this deck of cards, his righteousness has grown somewhat through invention and invention, but it is a pity that gambling is a crooked way, and the growth is very limited.And when teaching ball, he didn't teach people how to fish, probably because God doesn't think gambling is a guy who can eat.

Tong Ran was originally from Washe, so it's not surprising that he came into contact with some of the most advanced teachings, so County Magistrate Deng believed his words very much, and immediately became interested.

"Take it up and show the county." Deng Zhixian said, trying to maintain the previous expression on his face, but his eyes were firmly chasing the bamboo card, and his eyes became bigger.

The master came over and gave him the box of bamboo cards.

Deng Zhixian was holding the box, and this time he didn't ask anyone to put it away, but took it out piece by piece to play with himself.

Because this thing is made of bamboo, Tong Ran made all the cards into slender strips of bamboo, with grass heads, clubs, hearts and spades painted on them, and numbers written in Chinese characters, while J, Q, K The third ones are titles such as pawn, scholar and general, which are easy to understand.

Deng Xianzai played with it carefully. He is proficient in gambling, but he can't see the mystery of this thing at all.

For a moment, the gambling nature gained the upper hand. He had long forgotten about probing and precautions, and beckoned Tong Ran over: "Come and tell me, how do you play with this thing?"