scientific farming

Song Wen's memorandum about comforting wounded soldiers based on the modern system combined with the original policy questioning caused an uproar in the court, and discussions continued.

After all, the Dali dynasty was different from modern times. Many of the proposed strategies looked good, but it would be fantastic to implement them.

It is very feasible to improve the system and prevent corruption.

As long as the emperor uses a few absolutely loyal cronies to control the relevant links, then there is no need to worry about whether the system can be implemented smoothly, or whether some people are obedient and obedient. On the contrary, it can achieve better results than modern times.

But the problem of employing wounded and disabled soldiers is not enough.In ancient times, there were few local areas, and the extensive agricultural model was mainly used. The business was mainly merchants or simple handicrafts. There were basically no other industries that required manpower. Very ordinary people could not find work, let alone these wounded and disabled soldiers?

There are still many clauses that are being debated in the court, but these are not related to Song Wen's business.The emperor also summoned him to inquire about the strategies mentioned in his notebook, but Song Wen didn't understand these, that is, he had heard about one or two of them in modern times, added and deleted them himself, and submitted a copy of the notebook.

At this time, his amnesia is very useful.If they didn't know, they shook their heads and said they couldn't remember. The emperor saw that he didn't know anything, so he had no choice but to let him out of the palace and discuss it with other officials.

And Song Wen wasn't idle either, he was busy planting rice in the moist field in the house.

The seedlings were planted in June, and it was already a month too late. If we didn't plant them, we would have to miss this year's planting.Xiao Lue said before that he asked Song Wen to go to his Zhuangzi to pick up the seedlings, but now that the two of them said goodbye, it was still Song Wen who said it, and of course "Bone Qi Song" definitely didn't want the seedlings from Xiao Lue's Zhuangzi.Go out of the city with Ah Mian and go to the village to find out where there are rice seedlings for sale.

Dali faces the north of the capital, and there are very few rice growers. There are rich and powerful households in Zhuangzi, but there are few. Irrigation is too troublesome and the yield is low.Some time ago, hand-operated waterwheels appeared, and they wanted to build them in Zhuangzi, so as to grow some rice, but Song Wen directly gave the waterwheel recipe to the emperor, and they couldn't build it all of a sudden, and there was nothing to grow. can increase.

Ordinary people do not have enough manpower and fields to grow rice, and there are even fewer people who grow rice.Song Wen and Ah Mian ran to several villages, and finally found a family.Someone in this family is a businessman who brought rice from the south and planted it on a good day, but the seedlings growing in that piece of land were sparse, as if weeds had been planted on an acre of land.

The man was almost dying of worry: "Look, you can't find this rice seedling even if you go to a few more villages. Only my family has it. It's just that this thing can only be grown in the south. I brought a bucket of millet. I stopped carrying water to irrigate the field, and it only grew so much. I originally hoped that Mr. Song built a water wheel for the village, which would save some effort in carrying water, and maybe it would grow well. Who knows that the water wheel is gone now, my family There are other lands to be planted, so I really can't take care of this rice..."

To grow rice, such an acre of land wasted for nothing, the man was really heartbroken.What's more, the price of rice brought back from the south is not cheap, but there is no other way now.

Song Wen smiled and listened to his complaints, keeping his composure, not at all self-conscious, which is what he said about Mr. Song.

The people in the same village were dissatisfied when they heard him talking about the water truck: "It's all from those villages. If they didn't see money and go to the yamen to make a fuss, we might have built a water truck."

"Oh, you have a good idea. Didn't you hear that Mr. Song didn't want to build waterwheels for us at all, but just made money by building waterwheels for us."

"Really? Master Song is not like this kind of person."

"Those who are officials, it's not easy for the emperor to tamper with taxes, so they have to think of a new way."

"It's really new to build a waterwheel to make money."

A few common people in the field, what you said and what I said was lively.

"There is nothing good about being an official! Didn't Mr. Song tell someone to sue him, saying that he has always been implicated since he took office, so what kind of a good official is he? Build us a water truck, go dreaming."

Song Wen could bear it, but Ah Mian couldn't, and said with a wrinkled face, "What do you all know? Young Master, how many copies have been taken by those jealous officials in order to build a water tanker for you, if it wasn't for Master Song?" Smart, I lost my head a long time ago. That little money is not enough to build a waterwheel. You have to be careful about the water source, and the location of the canal and the field can be aligned. If you are involved, what good will it do for you to lose Master Song's head?"

"How do you know these things?" Some villagers didn't believe it and looked at Ah Mian suspiciously.

Amian said angrily, "I just know. Master Song said he didn't build it for you, and he was also angry with you. He fought with the high officials in the front, and devoted himself to saving money for you to build canals and waterwheels. What about you?! Mrs. Bullying people! But you are all so bad, Mr. Song didn’t give the money he earned to himself, but gave it to the Ministry of Households, and built it first for the poorer and hungry places. If you really want to gain both fame and fortune, why should Mr. Song It’s so troublesome, he offered a prescription, no matter what kind of fame and fortune rewards, it’s for your own good, and you will be slandered. No wonder Mr. Shao and Mr. Song always refuse to be an official, saying that he is afraid of losing his head.”

"When Mr. Song took office, he didn't even have rice for the pot, and he couldn't eat. As soon as the method of growing bean sprouts came out, he didn't want to sell it for money, so he taught it to the people. He thought of building the waterwheel and earned it. Not a penny of money went into his own pocket."

Ah Mian was so wronged that she burst into tears.He thought he came to the capital with Song Wen, and Song Wen would be able to eat and drink well after becoming the number one scholar, but not to mention being so poor, he was worried about losing his head every day.

After all, he was so young that he couldn't hold back when he said it. He stood on top of others and scolded others, so that he cried miserably.

A villager went to the capital to sell vegetables at home, vaguely met Ah Mian and said, "I have seen him, he worked for Mr. Song in the yamen, and bought my vegetables."

With that said, the villagers were all embarrassed.They didn't mean anything malicious, it was just that they had promised to build a water tanker for them, but suddenly they didn't give it. They felt aggrieved, so they said a few words.Unexpectedly, he was bumped into by Master Song's servants and made him cry, this...

Song Wen touched Ah Mian's head, and said with a smile, "He is young, and there are many things in the yamen, so he is frightened." He comforted Ah Mian gently, "Don't cry, Mr. Song is safe and sound. Are you okay!"

Ah Mian hiccupped from crying, her forehead went up and down, she looked at Song Wen embarrassingly, and wiped away her tears.Before I came out, I was afraid that the villagers would not sell it. They said they had hidden their identities, so they almost exposed them.

Seeing that the person stopped crying, Song Wen turned to the person and said, "I want all your seedlings, how can I sell them?"

The man looked at Ah Mian, then at Song Wen, a little suspicious of Song Wen's identity, but thinking about why Master Song came in person, Song Wen must be the servant that Master Song must use.Looking at the rice seedlings he had beaten up, he would definitely not be able to save them in his own hands, so he immediately gritted his teeth and said, "You are here to buy rice seedlings for Mr. Song, right?"

Song Wen and Ah Mian didn't say yes or no.

The man was sure that they were there, and he gritted his teeth again and said, "Forget it, if I put it in my hands, it will rot in the ground, and I will give it all to Mr. Song. Take the seedlings away as soon as possible, and I will leave the ground vacant." Come and replant some wheat, at least I can recover something.”

Song Wen was very surprised, he had already seen that Ah Mian had collapsed, so he deliberately brought Ah Mian out.If you come to the village to buy rice seedlings, there must be a problem of water shortage. The rice from the south is rice, and the seeds of upland rice need to be cultivated. There is no upland rice in the memory of the original body, so there is rice in the night, and the rice seedlings here will definitely be expanded. To the question of the waterwheel.Ah Mian cried, on the one hand to vent, and on the other hand, he also thought that in case the villagers felt guilty, it would be cheaper, so they wouldn’t sell it or the lion would open their mouths, but he really didn’t expect to give it away for nothing.

"No, how can we take your seedlings for nothing? Just tell me a price, and I'll give it to you."

"Oh, no need."

The man smiled honestly and said, "This rice was actually used by my younger brother as a merchant, and the people in the south used it to pay off the debt. Rice is precious, and I kept some of it for planting because I wanted it to support people. It hurts so bad, it's better to give it to me." Mr. Song, maybe Mr. Song can save the life. If the other one is ready, let me know, I know I didn’t waste the food, and I feel better."

As he said that, he was afraid that Song Wen would not want it, so he would go straight to the ground and pull out the seedlings.

Song Wen was taken aback, and hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, wait. You can't pull it out directly!"

The man turned around: "Huh?"

Song Wen could only lament that he was lucky, not only was his reputation corrected by himself among the common people, but he also saved a lot of money, but he couldn't take advantage of him in vain and said: "Master Song won't let us take the common people for nothing. Things. Let me decide. Let’s take the seedlings back first. If the seedlings are planted and new rice is produced, I will send them to you to taste, and I will also bring you some seeds. If the planting is successful, Mr. Song may be able to teach How do you grow it?"

"Really." The man's eyes were as bright as copper bells.

Song Wen nodded.

The man laughed and said, "How embarrassing. When will Mr. Song want it? Will you die if you pull it out? How about..." He looked at it and said, "Why don't you give my land directly to Mr. Song try."

He also had selfish intentions and used his land, so he would definitely be able to watch Mr. Song grow it every day.And Mr. Song came to their village every day, maybe the waterwheel could be built.

Song Wen pretended not to be pretending to be Mr. Song, he shook his head and said, "Master Song said that this rice seedling needs to be transplanted to grow well, and the yield will be much higher, so it is difficult to grow it directly."

"Really?"

"This, how will we know this."

The villagers were listening to their conversation, and thought that the man was a little stupid. The rice seedlings were given out like this, but it was all silver, and Beijing rice was very expensive.But they are all used to doing it in the field. Hearing that it can increase production, they all looked enviously at the person who sent rice seedlings to Song Wen. What kind of good luck is this!

Song Wen nodded: "Today, I will go back and report to Lord Song. Someone will come to pick up the seedlings tomorrow, please take care of them for another night."

"it is good."

After the matter was settled, Song Wen and Ah Mian hurried back to the yamen taking advantage of the weather.

Along the way, Ah Mian was a little happy, but also a little embarrassed, and was very embarrassed to secretly look at Song Wen.

Song Wen patted his head: "I didn't even know you were scared, it was my fault. Don't worry, I have a gold medal for avoiding death, and nothing will happen."

"Didn't General Xiao give you the gold medal for avoiding death?" In the past two days, Xiao Lue and Song Wen had a falling out, and Ah Mian saw it, so she was anxious, "Don't you need to return it?"

Song Wen suddenly remembered that after saying goodbye that day, Xiao Lue really didn't show up.He snorted softly, and decided not to come today, so he would come to the door and return the token of love—the gold medal for avoiding death!

See if he is afraid!