Not noticing anything unusual about Sun Simiao, Xiao Han stopped the song and stood up, but his excitement was still uncontrollable! Looking at the guqin that had been accompanying me for many days, I recited a poem I once liked very much without even thinking: "
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. "
"What a poem! What a poem!"
As soon as Xiao Han finished speaking, someone not far away touched his hands and laughed! Xiao Han and Sun Simiao both looked up when they heard the sound, and then realized that it was Lao Feng, the magistrate of Jishui County, who was here again.
Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Xiao Han immediately laughed and said jokingly: "Haha, Lao Feng, why are you late today? I said you are too tired to run back and forth every day, so why not I get you a room here and live there? Get it here!”
Lao Feng's face was red today, and he quickly bowed his hands to Xiao Han and Sun Simiao: "I've seen Mr. Hou, and I've seen Dr. Sun! Excuse me, I just heard Xiao Hou write a poem, and I couldn't help but admire Mr. Hou's literary talent.
As for staying here for a long time, of course that is my wish! But I really couldn’t get away from things in the county, so I could only come over during the day and take care of some official business at night! Otherwise, here, accompanied by the music of Xiao Hou and guided by a Taoist master, it would be like living in a fairy cave! "
What Xiao Han loves to hear most now is others praising his piano, which means that his hard work has not been in vain. He cheerfully raised his hand and returned the salute. Xiao Han pulled a small stool from the side and said to him: "Old Feng, you are really good at complimenting people. Come on, come on. After walking such a long way, come here and sit down to rest." !”
"Haha, thank you Xiaohou!" They were already familiar with each other, and Old Feng was not polite when he saw this. He cupped his hands and came over to sit down.
Sitting in front of the table, Lao Feng picked up the teapot with ease and poured a bowl of tea for Xiao Han and Sun Simiao. Then he poured a bowl for himself, took a sip, closed his eyes and said comfortably: "Good tea! Good. Poetry! I have heard that Xiaohou’s delicacies and poetry are unparalleled. Before, I only ate delicious food and drank fairy tea, but I never had the opportunity to listen to the supreme poetry. I didn’t expect that I would actually see it today!”
Xiao Han put away the guqin with a smile and said to Lao Feng: "Okay, don't praise me anymore. If you praise me again, I will go to heaven! If you want tea, just tell me and ask someone to pack it for you before leaving." That’s the last point. But I don’t have too many, these are also brought here from Chang’an by others!”
After saying that, Xiao Han shook his head again, thinking about the few tea leaves he had left and said: "Hey, everything in Hanzhong is good, but there are not many people who grow tea. It's a pity that there are so many good mountains and rivers."
"Hey..." Lao Feng didn't hesitate when Xiao Han revealed his thoughts. He grinned, pointed at the towering mountains in the distance with his tea bowl and said: "Xiao Hou, I don't dare to say goodbye! I thank Xiao Hou! But, you just said What he said is a little wrong. It’s not that there are no tea trees here, but that there were wars every day in the past few years. It was too late to grow food, so how could there be time to take care of the tea trees? Apart from anything else, there were several in our Jishui County before. The tea mountain was abandoned later, and I don’t know if any of the tea trees on it are still alive.”
"Yes, if you can't fill your stomach, how can you care about enjoying other things?!" Xiao Han also felt something after listening to Lao Feng's words. He lit it and said, "If nothing else, these tea leaves are basically all It comes from an abandoned tea mountain. I guess the situation there was similar to this one."
Old Feng also nodded in the same way, put down the tea bowl, looked at Xiao Han and said: "What Xiao Hou said is absolutely true! Food is the foundation of a farm. Without food, tea and cloth are just talk! Old Feng, I am not in a hurry now, I am in a hurry. Lord Marquis, the rice here has matured, so that we can improve it and improve it there."
When Old Feng said this, Xiao Han suddenly stopped laughing, and the sadness caused by him just disappeared without a trace: "Haha, you! I can't live without this rice in three words! Don't worry, I promised to give you the seeds, just I won’t break my promise!”
Old Feng's face turned red, and he cupped his hands and said: "Hahahaha, it's Old Feng and I'm impatient. Come on, come on, I'll punish myself with three drinks!"
As he said that, Old Feng reached out to touch the teapot, but Xiao Han snatched it away: "What the hell, how many cups can this pot hold in total? What are we going to drink if you punish me?"
"Hehe, then I will be punished with two drinks..." Lao Feng still wanted to fight for it, but both Xiao Han and Sun Simiao widened their eyes angrily: "Go aside!"
Under the willow tree, the three of them laughed and cursed happily. The Tang Dynasty has this advantage: in the official court, everyone's status is clearly divided!
But in private, things like status and class are downplayed a lot. Except for those with ulterior motives, even people with vastly different statuses can sit together and chat and brag.
The behavior of a gentleman, who is proud of his superiors but not his subordinates, who bullies the strong but not the weak, is vividly demonstrated at this time.
Old Feng is a seventh-grade county magistrate without any background, and his status as a prince is completely different from that of Xiao Han! However, Lao Feng, who had such a different status, argued with Xiao Han, insisting on raising the rice seed from the original 30% to 40%. The reason was that there was no better rice planting land in Hanzhong than his Jishui County.
Sun Simiao stood on the sidelines and watched, while Xiao Han shrugged helplessly. In the end, we can only wait for the rice to mature and then look at the yield. If the three-season rice cannot keep up with the local rice, wouldn't it be a waste of money?
Xiao Han was a little worried about these imported three-season rice, but Lao Feng was very optimistic. The water collection county under his jurisdiction, as the name suggests, is a place where water is concentrated.
The Han River, Lengshui River, and many other small rivers pass through here, so rice has always been the main cultivation target in the county. When it comes to rice, he, Old Feng, can still tell the good from the bad! Apart from anything else, just looking at the size of this single plant, you know that its yield will definitely not be low!
After draining the tea in the tea bowl, Old Feng raised his head and looked at the green rice fields with eager eyes. He suddenly felt that what he had done a few days ago was the wisest thing in his life!
He has forgotten the day when he got the news from a farmer who returned home: Mr. Hou from Chang'an was trying to plant a new type of rice with high yield and fast growth under the Qinling Mountains!
How can Lao Feng sit still after hearing this news? ! The greeting card for Xiao Han hasn't arrived yet, but the person arrived first! Ren Qing's men blocked the intersection and refused to let him in, so he spent the whole afternoon teasing and toughening him. Finally, he was so stunned that Ren Qing lost his temper and let him see Sanjidao.
At that time, Xiao Han was not so polite when he saw Lao Feng for the first time. Mainly because I watched a lot of operas in later generations, and I had never been interested in the position of county magistrate before coming to Datang.
After all, in the play, the county magistrate basically looks like a clown with a painted face. Sitting in the courtroom, randomly deciding unjust, false and wrong cases, and then accepting bribes later, making people want to eat their flesh.
It was Lao Feng in front of him that made Xiao Han change his role as county magistrate.
A county official's status is equivalent to the county magistrate, county party secretary, public security bureau director, health bureau director, urban management bureau director, transportation bureau director and other countless positions in later generations.
But this is a person who, after seeing three-season rice, didn’t even hesitate at all. He rolled up his trousers and went to the field to compare it with ordinary rice! Even if his official uniform was covered in mud, he didn't care.
This is not a show, Xiao Han can see it! This can be seen from the fact that he didn't bother to wipe away the mud and water, but begged himself to leave some seeds for the people under his rule!
I couldn't stand a guy covered in mud and water being rough on me, especially since he always looked like he was about to pounce on me and hug my thigh at any moment.
Xiao Han finally agreed to Lao Feng's request. Anyway, these three-season rice were intended to be used as seeds. Who should they plant them for?
After achieving his goal, Lao Feng solemnly thanked Xiao Han on behalf of the people of the county. Xiao Han was jealous of his ability to switch between rogues and loyal ministers at any time.
It was from then on that Lao Feng came to see the rice seedlings every day, rain or shine! The wind was blowing so hard a few nights ago that Lao Feng ran over in the middle of the night, leaving his shoes in the mud because he was afraid that the strong wind would blow the rice.
