MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 3 Brilliant
Chapter 3 Talent
After understanding the purpose of the other party's visit, Feng Yong smiled and waved his hands again and again: "The elder is thinking too much. Although Mantou is more delicious than steamed cakes, it can only be made after the wheat is hulled and ground into flour. .If it’s a garrison, it can be used as food, but if it’s a march, it’s absolutely impossible.”
The visitor immediately looked disappointed, thinking that his visit to the counties and counties in the four directions, one is to visit the leftovers from all over the country to promote talents for the country, the other is to see the summer grain harvest in case of famine, and the third is to prevent someone from taking advantage of the turmoil to make trouble.
Now it seems that the famous sages in most of these places can only talk high-spirited, but they have no plan in mind. It is really disappointing. In this closed place of Yizhou, there are actually a lot fewer sages than in the Central Plains and Jiangdong.
But this year, the summer grain is ripe, and the people will not worry about famine, which makes people feel relieved. Otherwise, just after the death of the first emperor, it would have caused turmoil in all directions. If the grain harvest fails again, I am afraid that the middle of Sichuan will be in danger.
"Sit down, little brother, let me ask a few questions first. May I ask how much fertile land is in the house? How much is the cattle? How is the harvest this year?" , asked Feng Yong to sit down opposite him, and asked in a gentle voice.
Feng Yong glanced at the other party and thought, could this be the ancient version of officials going to the countryside to visit people? Not bad, at least there is no response from future generations, so there is only one car and one servant.
"Returning to the elder, the family has 300 acres of dry land, 200 acres of paddy fields, and two cattle. This year's harvest..." Feng Yong was a little embarrassed, and smiled, "I dare not hide it. Not very familiar."
"Tsk!" The visitor glanced at Feng Yong with dissatisfaction, and reprimanded, "Farming matters are the foundation of a family and the foundation of a country. As the head of a family, you should be so careless. It's really wrong! You are still young, thinking that this farm was left behind by your parents, and you don’t cherish it so much, how can you not be ashamed of your ancestors?"
Whoops! This style of painting has changed so quickly! Where the **** are you from? Such a big breath? Am I familiar with you? Why are you teaching me a lesson?
Feng Yong looked dumbfounded. Were all officials so awesome in ancient times? Can you just teach others in public about things you don't like?
But he didn't know that he himself was a bitch, and he didn't understand that ancient officials attached great importance to persuading farmers and mulberry farmers. To persuade farmers and mulberry farmers to persuade them to teach farmers and mulberry farmers, there is a word "class" after the word "persuasion", which means persuasion If you don't listen, then don't blame me for being rude!
"Yes, yes, boy, I'm ashamed." Feng Yong bowed his head and admitted his mistake. There was no way, there was no human rights in ancient times. Although he didn't know why this official could teach him so confidently, he also knew the reason why people don't fight with officials.
"Although I can't say that I know this place well, I have been there five or six times. I have never heard of a farm with the surname Shi Feng before. When did you come here to buy land?" After a lecture, the visitor came Suddenly he asked again, and at the same time looked at Feng Yong suspiciously, could this person come from a big family? That's why he put a piece of Zhuang Tian to toss him?
It’s really a household check! Lao Tzu's land was rewarded by the emperor, and the origin is aboveboard. Seeing the other party's expression of doubting his bully occupying the land, Feng Yong became angry, don't be shameless! Seeing that you are an official and older than me, I let you go. If you keep doing this, I won't be able to chat with you properly!
"The elder's words are wrong! This farm was not purchased by the boy, but was given by the late emperor. My late father followed the late emperor to conquer Dongwu and died with General Fu. The late emperor gave the five hundred acres of land because of his mercy."
The visitor was shocked, and blurted out: "It's that epileptic Feng whose family was ruined?"
How are you talking? You have the guts to say it again! Which **** labeled Lao Tzu as a lunatic? !
Are ancient officials so boring? It's fine to stab the emperor's old son about a small family affair of the lieutenant general, but what's the matter with someone calling his son a nickname so that everyone in the court knows? Could it be that it was so boring because there were too few entertainments in ancient times?
Seeing Feng Yong's face changed drastically, the other party knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hastily cupped his hands to express his apology: "It turned out that it was the loyal empress who was rude and rude! I made a slip of the **** hurry, and I made a mistake!"
Feng Yong snorted coldly, and took the opportunity to sit cross-legged instead of kneeling, (actually he was not used to kneeling and his legs hurt from kneeling), pointing to the field not far away and said: "The nobleman asked about the fields. Let’s talk about the acres of this field. I heard people in the village say that the wheat is ripe this year, and the yield per mu is two and a half stones. Everyone is happy. In the eyes of the boy, this is not something to be happy about. The ancients slashed and burned, and the grain per mu was only one stone , Today people earn two and a half stones of grain per acre, and most of them harvest grain, one is to remove weeds and try their best to preserve the grain seedlings, and the other is to choose more plump grain seeds when first planting..."
Have you ever seen someone with a yield of two thousand catties 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 others. Now I can only harvest more than 300 catties per mu and I am so happy, idiot! What a turkey!
Pointing Jiangshan, writing passionately, frothing, talking a lot, a little dry, turning his head to see, this guy surnamed Ma looked stunned, satisfied, hum! Are you afraid? Are you intimidated by Lao Tzu's erudition?
The other party forced a smile on his face, and cupped his hands: "Xiao Lang's ideas are wonderful, and he can think of things that others can't think of. Pay more attention to heatstroke prevention, don't let the scorching sun bask..."
It seems that I was really bluffed by myself, hum, the ancients just didn't know much!
Feng Yong pointed to Fang Zhifang and said: "Although this year is a year of great acquaintance, it is still unreasonable to say that there is no worry. Now that the late emperor has passed away, I am afraid that there will be many troubles in Sichuan! If you don't talk about anything else, just talk about Nannan The land in the middle has long been disobedient, and Eastern Wu won the land of Jingzhou, so he will definitely spy on the middle of Shu. If the two collude, Nanzhong may be in chaos..."
"Okay, okay..." The visitor's face had turned pale, his eyes showed pity inexplicably, and he raised his hand perfunctorily, "Lang Jun is really a great talent! To hear what you said today is like drinking a sweet spring after a long thirst. I have important matters, I'm afraid I can't talk more with you, and I have free time, I will come to listen to you again!"
The other party saluted hastily, got up and left in a hurry.
It's boring, Feng Yong slammed his mouth, thought for a while, the guy's eyes seemed to be pitiful before he left? right? Read that right? What does it mean to have wonderful ideas, to be able to think of things that others cannot? Wouldn't this be turning a corner and calling us crazy? Feng Yong finally came to his senses.
Hey, don't go if you have a kind, explain it clearly to me! This official has a bad heart, cursing people around corners.
"Master, how is it?" The waiter saw the master coming in a hurry, with a look of bad luck on his face, urging to drive the car again and again, feeling very strange in his heart.
After the car was on the road again, the lord sighed, "I wanted to be a talented person, but I didn't expect to meet a crazy person!"
After the inexplicably crazy official surnamed Ma left, Feng Yong fished for a while and saw that the sun was already westward, and the farmers in the field began to gather the harvested wheat and arrange them into piles.
He picked up the fish basket submerged in the water, looked at today's results, and nodded with satisfaction. The ancient times without pollution are good. Look at this wildness. It's so much better than the fish that were specially artificially bred for others to catch. .
In my previous life, I went fishing in a place specially designed for people to fish. The fish was so stupid and tasted so bad that I didn’t enjoy fishing at all.
The house of the Feng family is the center of Zhuangzi. Five hundred acres of land sounds like a lot, but it is actually nothing in this day and age. Among them, two hundred acres are paddy fields, which can be planted in different seasons from wheat. Millet and wheat can be staggered from season to season, so the land rented by the Feng family is actually just a few families.
At this time, farming is too extensive. Basically, it means worrying about choosing a grain when it is first planted. If possible, set it on fire and then turn it over with a cow. , and finally sow the seeds, and then there is little management. There is no pressure for a family to cultivate a hundred acres of land.
How much grain can you expect to harvest with this farming method? So this year, one mu of wheat and two and a half stones are considered a ripe year, and everyone is grateful to God.
Feng Yong felt that if he was God, he might not even give him a stone. Before Feng Yong went out to study in his previous life, he had been living in the countryside. He remembered that when he was a child, his family had less than ten acres of land. Why? Without him, the four-character ear is deeply cultivated and carefully cultivated.
Seeing the shabby peasants crowding around the open space of Zhuangzi, holding steamed buns in their hands, and devouring the boiled corn rice, that is, millet porridge, Feng Yong, who grew up under the red flag, suddenly felt inexplicably irritable. , MMP, dead ball go!
(end of this chapter)
