The next day, Ying Zheng called Fusu to ask about Chang'an Township.
"My son, I pay my respects to my father." Fusu stood aside respectfully after seeing the ceremony.
Ying Zheng smiled with satisfaction.
Since Chun Yuyue was sent to Chang'an Township, Ying Zheng found Fu Su more pleasing to the eye. He seemed less pedantic and his body became much taller and straighter.
Good thing.
"Fusu, I asked you to come here to inquire about Chang'an Township."
Fusu's heart skipped a beat, then he stepped slowly, knelt down in a hurry, and apologized: "Father, please forgive me!"
Ying Zheng was stunned, wondering why Fusu wanted to plead guilty, and asked: "What crime is there?"
"My son was ordered to inspect Chang'an Township and found clues but failed to report them in time. This is a serious crime."
oh!
Ying Zheng noticed something, took a deep look at Fusu, and asked, "What's the clue?"
Fusu showed deep self-reproach, lowered his head, and said cautiously: "Li Zhao, from Chang'an Township, is not good at farming. He fattens the seedlings before they grow, which is harmful."
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid I will disappoint my father's expectations."
In fact, Fusu is struggling these days, whether to impeach Li Zhao or not. Although there is no problem with his fertilizer, the seedlings cannot bear to be seen.
How can we fertilize the seedlings before they become crops? Isn't this a waste of seeds?
He concluded that the seedlings would never grow.
"This is happening!" Ying Zheng frowned, obviously furious.
He still knows a little about farming.
"Let's go to Chang'an Township."
Fusu was secretly shocked. What he estimated had happened. The reason why he was struggling with whether to tell his father these days was because he was afraid that his father would be angry and cause a life.
At this moment, it seems that Li Zhao is in danger!
...
Chang'an Township is as peaceful as ever. No, it shouldn't be called peaceful, it should be called calm and peaceful.
It is peaceful, and there are several shouts in the peace.
I saw about ten people working in the fertile fields.
Yes, at Li Zhao's request, the housekeeper led the slaves to transform the Loess Plateau, and finally it looked like fertile land.
At this time, the fields were in full bloom, and the wind was blowing, rolling up green waves.
On the other side, it was humming and bustling, and it was very lively.
Fertilizer production was on the schedule. The housekeeper recruited more than a dozen nearby farmers and set up a temporary workshop not far away. Production was going on vigorously. From a distance, piles of gray and black stuff could be seen being packed and stacked in the newly built building. In the cabin.
The wind blew, carrying a smell.
Looking at the other side, a lonely figure stood in the field carrying a hoe. He was stooped and elegant, and his back was soaked with sweat, but his pedantry could not be erased.
He is Chunyu Yue.
This is his field, a full hundred acres, bought two days ago.
Li Zhao gave him 100,000 Zhancheng rice seeds and asked him to use his own land to grow five shi per mu of grain, otherwise he would report it to the emperor.
The yield per mu is five stones, are you kidding him? How is that possible!
Chunyu Yue was so angry that his face was livid, but he could not help it. This was an imperial order, and disobeying it was disobeying it.
...
Qin Shihuang came, without many entourage, wearing casual clothes, and monk Fusu came with him.
Everyone was busy with their work. There was no one in the manor. No, there were only two who were busy making food. After all, they had never seen Ying Zheng. They just thought they were strangers who came to visit, so they ignored him.
In fact, there are some sneaky people wandering around Chang'an Township these days, and they are used to it.
Ying Zheng did not make any announcement, looking at the entire wilderness, his brows slightly raised.
This place seemed different from what he remembered. The original yellow land was gone, replaced by green. The usual desolation had lost its color and became prosperous.
His eyes fell on the seedlings in front of him. They were tender green and growing very well. They seemed to be waving to people when the wind blew them.
"Fusu, are these seedlings?"
Exactly, these are the seedlings that have been grown. Li Zhao had people transplant them two days ago.
"This..." Fusu was startled and did not dare to answer. He glanced at the seedling field he had seen before. There were not many seedlings in the field. They were green and very attractive.
Looking at the same seedlings in front of me again.
He was no longer calm, and his face looked like a pancake.
"Seems to be."
Ying Zheng glared at Fusu and said angrily: "Didn't you say that fattening the seedlings before they grow is harmful? Where is the harm?"
"This..." Fusu looked at the He Miao, confused.
He was sure that Li Zhao must have fertilized the seedlings when raising them, but why was this so? Shouldn't they all be unable to grow?
But the tender green in front of me has not only grown, but is still so fresh.
what happened?
Fusu's heart was pounding. Could it be that his understanding was wrong? It was okay to raise seedlings and fertilize, but it was wrong! The laws of nature prove that excessive fertilization in seedling cultivation will only lead to the death of sprouts.
Fusu collapsed.
"Maybe this is the other side of the laws of nature!" Fusu said uncertainly, but as soon as he said the words, he regretted it. He himself didn't know if there was another side to the laws of nature.
"You..." Ying Zheng was extremely disappointed and glared at him, making Fusu quickly lower his head in fear.
On the other hand, I think you are a fool!
Just when he was about to scold him, he suddenly saw the rickety figure in the distance, waving the hoe helplessly.
This was originally a very pitiful scene, but he was livid and furious.
It was that guy, that pedantic, self-righteous guy, who made his son become like this.
That guy, damn it, deserve it!
"Hey, you! You should learn from Li Zhao!" Ying Zheng suppressed the anger in his heart and finally sighed.
"This is what my father taught me." At this moment, Fusu did not dare to refute, but seemed very sincere. He found that since Li Zhao appeared, he was nothing in front of his father.
He gradually doubted whether the Confucianism and Taoism he learned from his teacher were really useful?
But, it’s impossible! The teacher is a great Confucian who knows astronomy and geography, so he can’t be wrong!
Perhaps seeing Qin Shihuang, Li Zhaocheng, who was pointing out the country in the fields, was frightened, pinched his trouser legs of different lengths, and ran over with a smile.
After the greeting, Li Zhao immediately stood aside respectfully. Although he looked at him smiling, he was trembling in his heart. This was a master who was always ready to kill people.
Ying Zheng was very satisfied with Li Zhao's attitude. He pointed at the seedlings and asked, "Li Zhao! I heard that these seedlings were grown with fertilizer?"
"Exactly!" Li Zhao answered honestly.
"I heard that manure should not be used when raising seedlings. Why are your seedlings like this?" In fact, Ying Zheng was also curious.
Fusu stood on tiptoes to listen, he was very concerned about this issue.
Li Zhao secretly laughed.
When breeding, the steward asked this question, and he answered like this: Fat does not equal manure. This sounds awkward to say. I dared to say this to the steward, but I did not dare to say it to Qin Shihuang.
Of course, he did not forget to promote his fertilizer.
"It's caused by the specially made fertilizer from Chang'an Township."
That’s right, it’s the effect of specially formulated fertilizers.
"Oh!" Ying Zheng became interested, and Fusu's ears came closer.
"How to say?"
