Lu Dongzan woke up from a hangover, opened his swollen eyes, and saw that the sun was shining brightly in the bedroom, and it was already three in the sky.
Shaking his dizzy head, he struggled to sit up from the fire bed and wanted to get off the ground, but his hands and feet felt weak and he couldn't lift up the strength. I couldn't help but sigh, time is not forgiving. When he first became prime minister, he made a grand plan to govern Tubo for Zanpu. In two years, he traveled to every mountain and every river in Tubo, often sleeping in the wild for more than ten consecutive days. When he met tribesmen in the pastures and valleys, he would treat them with wine. He had a large capacity for drinking, and when he got drunk, he would not be in high spirits the next day to embark on a journey.
Where is it like now, a hangover, it seems that a layer of soul has been lost...
The Fang family's maid came forward to help him wash up, brought him a set of clean clothes to change into, and then brought breakfast to the room.
Drinking the sweet rice porridge, nibbling on the snow-white steamed buns, and eating a few plates of green, crispy and delicious pickles, Lu Dongzan felt very delicious. He drank three bowls of porridge in a row, then put down his bowls and chopsticks and touched them. With a swollen belly, he asked: "Where is Erlang?"
The maid replied while clearing away the dishes: "Erlang got up before he arrived at Mao hour, and is currently in the greenhouse opposite."
Lu Dongzan was quite surprised. It was rare for a person like Fang Jun to be able to get up early and be self-disciplined. However, as a minister of the Ministry of War, he was obsessed with farming. It was simply strange.
He stood up and stretched his legs, then walked out of the house with his hands on his hands.
The sun was shining brightly in the morning, and the cold wind in the mountains was blowing on his face. Lu Dongzan was refreshed, and his dizzy mind suddenly became clearer. Standing in the open space in front of the house, he had a panoramic view of the rows of greenhouses on the sunny side of the mountain. The bright The glass reflects the light against the sun, and it is spectacular at first glance.
I couldn't help but sigh slightly...
The Tang people's technologies in farming and iron smelting were all beyond the reach of Tubo. Just like the greenhouse cultivation technology in front of him, Fang Jun didn't even have the slightest intention to guard against concealment. He Lu Dongzan just looked around and asked questions.
However, it was impossible for him, the most intelligent person in Tubo, to copy it to Tubo.
Glass is precious and fragile. If it were transported back to Tibet from the Tang Dynasty, almost not one out of ten would survive. How much would it cost? Even if you are as expensive as Tubo Zampu, you can't afford such a price. This alone basically eliminated the possibility of building greenhouses in Tubo.
Not to mention those technologies that are completely different from land crop farming. How can this be learned by just asking?
If the two countries can achieve peace, they can naturally ask Datang to add glass and other valuable items to the princess's dowry, and even marry some farmers who are good at this. In the future, they will teach the Tubo people to grow greenhouse crops. But after yesterday's banquet, On the above, he has clearly felt the resentment of the Tang Dynasty monarchs and ministers towards marriage. If there is no accident, from now on, no foreign race can marry with the Tang Dynasty... It is wrong to say that it is difficult for the Tang Dynasty to marry a princess. But it is feasible for a foreign princess to marry into the Tang Dynasty.
But what's the point of such a marriage?
Almost all foreigners who wanted to make peace with the Tang Dynasty, apart from hoping to gain political benefits, wanted nothing more than to covet the Tang Dynasty's dowry, or mountains of wealth, or a large number of craftsmen, or books on farming, iron smelting, etc...
If a princess was married to the Tang Dynasty, would it be possible to marry thousands of war horses to the Tang Dynasty?
No foreigner would do such a thing.
Strolling along the neatly planned path between the greenhouses, I came to a greenhouse where many farmers gathered. A closer look revealed that there were many people wearing green and crimson official robes among them. officials. When Lu Dongzan came closer, he was surprised as to why all these people were gathered at the door. He stretched his neck and took a look, and was shocked to see that the greenhouse was already full of people...
When the farmers and officials saw Lu Dongzan arriving, many of them made the Tibetan Prime Minister quickly make way for them and politely said: "Prime Minister, please come."
Lu Dongzan nodded with a smile and walked into the greenhouse.
I saw that the greenhouse was full of people leaning against the surrounding walls. Most of them were officials in official robes, and there were also many elderly farmers. The land in the middle had long been turned over, exposing the moist soil. A burly and muscular man with bare upper body and bare feet was wielding a hoe to prepare a straight furrow in the land, but it was not deep. Behind him, Fang Jun was wearing regular clothes, with the hem of his clothes tucked into his belt. He was also barefoot. , he was bending down to plant a green seedling. He gently covered the roots of the seedling with the floating soil on both sides with both hands, and then compacted it...
"...Right now, we are planting corn seedlings for the purpose of breeding, so we must use every seed and every corn seedling cultivated as much as possible to ensure that we can harvest more seeds to the greatest extent. But in the future When planting in the field, the first thing to consider is the survival rate. Planting one by one like this is not enough. Two or three seeds must be planted at the same time until the corn seedlings grow five or six inches tall. , then thin out the seedlings, remove the thin and short ones, and keep the strong and strong ones. Only in this way can the yield per mu be guaranteed..."
Fang Jun was explaining and planting at the same time, his movements were skillful and light, like an old farmer who has worked in the fields all his life...
Someone then asked: "May I ask Erlang, how much water do these crops require?"
Lu Dongzan looked at the sound and recognized that it was Yin Yue, the Nongqing of the Tang Dynasty. He was a noble son who became a monk halfway. Both his father and brother gained fame on horseback. When he came to him, he became the person in charge of the country's agriculture and mulberry fields. The highest officer. It stands to reason that this kind of thing of "amateurs managing technical yamen" is simply playing the piano randomly. If a person who has never planted a field manages a country's agricultural mulberry trees, will the world be in chaos?
However, looking at the serious Yin Yue who can ask these most critical words, we know that his farming skills are not low.
Lu Dongzan thought about it and felt relieved.
It must be the books on mulberry farming that have been preserved in the Sinong Temple for generations, which enabled Sinong Qing, who was originally just a noble son, to master the farming technology in the shortest possible time.
I couldn't help but sigh again. Compared with Tubo, the inheritance of the Tang Dynasty is too long and the culture is too prosperous. Generations of Han people are determined to write books and establish theories. Even if they die, their thoughts, knowledge, and experience will not be forgotten. Instead of being buried in the ground together, they were passed down through books. Generations of Han people followed the footsteps of their ancestors, inherited the legacy of their ancestors, and continued to carry it forward.
This is the main reason why, no matter which dynasty or generation, as long as the Central Plains is stable, the Han people can dominate the foreign races.
Their culture is too ancient...
He sighed in his heart, but heard Fang Jun say: "...This kind of plant comes from the New World to the east of the ocean. I call it corn. Why? Its fruit is orange and yellow, shiny like jade, and its yield is extremely high. High. The most important thing is that this corn is more cold-resistant than crops such as millet, millet, rice, etc. It can grow vigorously only by ensuring moisture at critical moments such as seedlings and heading. The most important thing is that this corn can grow vigorously. Plants have well-developed root systems and can thrive even on mountain gravel, river beaches, and even in rock crevices!”
There was an exclamation in the greenhouse!
If this is the case, doesn't it mean that once this crop becomes popular, there will be a lot more arable land in the Tang Dynasty out of thin air? All the lands such as riverbanks, hillsides, ditches, gravel, etc. that were not suitable for growing food can be utilized!
Regardless of the output, just the land that can be utilized can increase Datang's food output by 10%!
Lu Dongzan's eyes were red...
He couldn't wait to ask: "In this case, doesn't it mean that the barren land in Tubo can also grow this...corn?"
Only then did Fang Jun see Lu Dongzan, thought for a while, and nodded.
In later generations, corn was planted on a large scale in Tibetan areas, and any place with a lower altitude is suitable for the growth of corn.
As a high-yielding crop, corn must be popularized. By then, it will be planted all over the world. Even if it is hidden, it will be impossible. Whether it is Tibet, Turks, or even Goguryeo and Japan, sooner or later they will know about it and will know it sooner or later. Obtain corn seeds and plant them.
This is a feast for all mankind, and has nothing to do with the nation or the country.
Since you can't cover it up, why not show your favor and give him a favor?
Lu Dongzan's old face flushed with excitement, he straightened his clothes, bowed his hands to the ground, and paid homage: "Er Lang has a deep friendship, which is deeply remembered by the Tubo people and will never be forgotten!"
