Study room on the podium of Conglvtang.
Li Wan pointed to a place and asked: "What do you mean by the word "potassium"? Serie A, meaning armor? Did Brother Rong write "玎" by mistake?
Uncle Rong looked at the book in her hand and saw what was written on it: "Bales of rice stalks stand on the edge of the field and are dried in the sun for a few days before use. Slash-and-burn farming enriches the soil with potassium."
He couldn't help but blush. He wrote these words blindly. Although there was no concept of potassium fertilizer in this era, farmers have known since ancient times that slash-and-burn cultivation can enrich the soil. In fact, after the vegetation is burned to ash, the main component potassium carbonate can temporarily increase soil fertility.
Plant ash is the most widely used, convenient and cheapest potassium fertilizer for thousands of years.
Uncle Rong scratched his head and recalled why he wrote the word "potassium" here instead of directly writing plant ash. After thinking about it, I still have no idea. The only explanation can only be that I originally wanted to introduce the concept of potassium fertilizer directly into agricultural books.
"The palace judge doesn't need to pay attention to this word, just copy it as ashes."
"Ashes from plants? Winter ash from burned rice stalks?"
Winter gray? There seems to be such a saying. Brother Rong thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Let's just write it as winter ash of rice stems. The fertility of rice stem ash may not be the same as that of other burned plants."
Grandma Zhu nodded and said: "There is something wrong here. It is only used as a backup, but it is not clearly stated whether to use fertilizer when opening the fields or before cultivating the fields."
This girl is also quite research-minded. Brother Rong was stunned after hearing this. He thought about it for a while and said, "It's best to burn the ashes before opening the fields. Turn them directly into the soil."
Brother Rong just finished speaking and saw Aunt Zhu frowning again.
Just listen to her saying: "Huangzhuang Guantian can naturally store these things until the time when the fields are opened. If it is an ordinary farmer, the rice stalks all over the ground will probably be taken into the home that year to make fire for cooking. In this way, the fields will Isn’t it short-lived?”
Sure enough, I have been away from the masses and farmers’ life for too long. I didn't expect these things to be contradictory. The rice stalks are used in the fields, but farmers are missing something to make fire. Although the countryside is full of thorns and thorns, they are not available to ordinary people. When farmers are short of firewood in the winter, most of them will use rice stalks to make fires.
After thinking about it carefully for a while, I couldn't find a perfect solution.
Brother Rong frowned and sighed: "Let's just write it like this first. Forget about...potassium fertilizer. We will wait until King Zhongshun returns to Beijing and asks him about the potassium fertilizer."
There is no trace of potassium fertilizer at present, so we can only hope that Heishan Village will make some progress. Otherwise, all the land will not be enough to rely solely on plant ash fertilizer and human and animal manure.
If it is used for rice fields, what should it be used for vegetable fields? Many resources are useless at the bottom level, but they use a lot of them.
When writing this book, we also need to consider the people at the bottom, so that farmers at the bottom can use appropriate means to increase their yields. This is to ensure that they are not likely to sell their land due to yield issues.
It is definitely not an easy task to keep most people fed. The suffering at the bottom is ultimately due to taxes. Brother Rong began to think deeply and even began to doubt the use of writing agricultural books.
Maybe it can still be of some use, even if it only increases production a little bit.
Brother Rong and Grandma Zhu wrote and revised it for a while, but his interest gradually disappeared and he became distracted. I laughed at myself from the bottom of my heart: For a person like me, an illiterate person with no merits, it would be difficult for me to do anything good in this world.
"Are you worried?"
Brother Rong came back to his senses and looked at the concerned eyes of Grandma Zhu, Li Wan, and couldn't help but nodded. He smiled bitterly and said: "This book has been compiled for so long, and I have borrowed some good ideas from other agricultural books. Now it is almost completed. But I suddenly doubt the meaning of doing this."
"Doing things is just doing things, what else does it mean?" Li Wan replied lightly, "Brother Rong has done this, which is both meritorious to the court and virtuous to the people. If it can be implemented effectively, who wouldn't miss you?" kindness?"
"It is difficult to implement and difficult to enter Sichuan."
"Is it difficult... to enter Sichuan?" Li Wan pondered these words, looked at Brother Rong's sad face, and gently raised his hand to touch it. He comforted: "There are many things that we cannot decide. The imperial court implemented the relocation of people to Sichuan, although it was difficult and dangerous, but..."
Brother Rong knew what Li Wan wanted to say and nodded slowly. He smiled dryly and said: "We don't want those things. It doesn't matter whether they share the income of the family, or they will never increase their wealth as the palace said. Once we have done these things, it will be great if we can benefit them more."
"Brother Rong has a kind heart and great ambitions."
Grandma Zhu smiled softly.
Brother Rong replied hurriedly: "It's not as big as our palace chief's ambition."
"Nothing is right." Li Wan smiled when he saw Brother Rong, as if the gloom had been swept away. She couldn't help but smile. Even though she was tied up, An Xian could only reply shyly: "The Princess of Beijing County lives next to her. You are not afraid of being caught by guests and doing something fatal."
Brother Rong chuckled and said, "I saw her leaving with her maid and maid not long ago. There is no one else in the room here. Let's make a fuss and close the door. Who knows what happened inside."
"No, not here. If I come back, I won't have any face." Li Wan is rational after all. He has already experienced the frightening experience last time, and he is unwilling to experience that feeling again this time. They all mentioned the feeling in their throats.
It's worse than having something clogged in your throat.
Brother Rong smelled the fragrant fragrance on his fingers. Although his heart was itching, he could only sigh helplessly. I don't want to and can't force it. After all, the princess of Beijing County is an outsider. I still chose the wrong place at the beginning. If I had known better, I would have moved directly to Yixia Pavilion.
So what if Wang Xifeng lives upstairs, the worst thing is... He pulled Sister Feng downstairs and watched their sisters-in-law lower their heads and blush.
Brother Rong curled his lips and said: "It's still not good here. It's better for the palace chief to move again. Yixia Pavilion is not bad either. The palace chief has rested there for half a day, so it's not a strange place."
Li Wan's face turned red inexplicably when he heard this bastard mention Yixia Pavilion. Although the relationship between the two was extremely close, there were still some things that made her blush. After all, Yixia Pavilion is where everything started. Later, Li Wan found out that it was Lin Daiyu's bed that he slept on.
Now that she saw Lin Daiyu, she couldn't even speak. She always wondered if there were any traces left that afternoon that would allow Sister Lin to discover anything unusual in the room.
Li Wan replied: "You want me to go over and be angry with Feng Yatou?"
Brother Rong smiled and said, "You are her sister-in-law. How dare she be angry with you?"
Those who are not sisters-in-law are all cheap, Brother Rong. The two of them usually had nothing to say when they met, let alone when they met in private with Brother Rong by their side.
Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely embarrassed.
Li Wan hummed softly: "I also want to be decent."
It's just... Brother Rong, this bastard, never keeps his hands straight for a moment. Not long after, Grandma Zhu had lowered her head in shame.
This kind of shyness has a different meaning to Brother Rong. He said it was shame, but actually...hehe. The smile on Brother Rong's face became brighter and brighter, and he looked for a free moment with his hands, suddenly like a loach.
Grandma Zhu was so frightened that she trembled violently, and the hairpin on her head also trembled a few times. Li Wan hurriedly pushed away, his eyes full of spring, and whispered: "The enemy who wants my life."
Brother Rong gently blew out a stream of warm air, which ruffled Grandma Zhu's hair and made the ears of the palace judge of the Li family red. This warm current flowed into the ear canal along the curves and depressions of the ears, giving her a sudden shiver.
Brother Rong snickered and felt Li Gongcai's hands tightly grasping his arms. The palace judge's soft and gentle voice rang in his ears, "Let's go to the next room, not here."
Li Wan is definitely a gentle woman, her gentleness is similar to Keqing's but different from Keqing's. Brother Rong could feel that there was always a sense of deliberate patience in her heart, as if she was suppressing something, or trying her best to cover up something.
Jia Rong didn't need to guess, she just asked Suyun to go outside and observe. After hearing that there was no one in Conglutang, he boldly picked up Li Wan and went to the resting room originally prepared for Li Wan.
As soon as he closed the door, Brother Rong understood what Grandma Zhu was suppressing.
It is a natural desire of human beings, something that cannot be avoided in the human heart. Seeing Grandma Zhu's eyes becoming more and more confused, and feeling the palace judge in her arms getting softer and softer, Brother Rong's fingers began to dance involuntarily.
Excited finger dance, playing beautiful music.
Brother Rong lowered his head and whispered in Grandma Zhu's ear: "You have worked hard these years."
Li Wan, who was shrinking in his arms, nodded and rubbed Brother Rong's chin with his hair. He and she, she and him, could imagine that they didn't have much time to meet each other. Even in the name of compiling books, it was actually difficult to be alone for a long time.
After all, one of them is the uncle of the East Mansion, and the other is the grandma who takes care of the inner house of the West Mansion. Each has his own busy schedule. In the past month, Brother Rong and Aunt Zhu had only had two private interactions.
One of them was because Brother Rong went to Youshi's room and met Li Wan, and then today.
How could people not want to?
Especially a grandma who has been observing the festival for many years, a grandma who has tasted it again, and a grandma who used to have unspeakable dreams every night. How could she not want to?
There were indelible traces all along the edge of the "Biography of Women", like traces stained by water.
The experience of reality is more real, more interesting, smoother and more memorable than dreams.
In the dim room, Li Wan put aside the last trace of his reserve and smiled as charmingly as the rays of sunshine, making Brother Rong reluctant to let go. She twisted her body slightly, and her delicate hands, which had never done any hard work before, slid over Brother Rong's foreign silk clothes. After finding a spot, she raised her head and showed a charming and proud smile.
Conglvtang is definitely a place full of stories.
The princess of Beijing County was sent off by Ping'er, and she couldn't help but sigh that all the beauties in the Jia family were different. Although this Sister Feng has not read any books and does not know how to talk, her words are more pleasant than those who have read poetry and books.
She smiled softly and said: "No wonder he is so popular among the elders of Jia's family."
The maid next to the Princess of Beijing County replied: "It's really interesting. He is such a smooth person. No wonder the ladies in Rongguo Mansion also turn a blind eye."
The princess nodded and said helplessly: "I envy her because she can handle family relations well under such circumstances."
The maid replied: "They are also envious of the empress. After marrying the county prince, the concubine also treated the empress to marry her daughter."
The princess of Beijing County forced a smile, but she didn't smile. Slowly exhaling a sullen breath, marrying into the Beijing Palace is indeed an enviable thing.
It's just that she wasn't really happy for a few days after getting married. No matter whether she was in the palace or outside, it was just to maintain the dignity of the palace. The king of the county has never really treated her as the princess of the county. As a rule, you respect him and he respects you. They respect each other and treat each other as if they were strangers.
The master and servant wandered around Huifang Garden for a while, and then the princess of Beijing County returned to Conglvtang when she felt tired.
When passing by the podium of Conglutang, the princess couldn't help but glance at the study. The study window was closed, and I thought Brother Rong and Aunt Zhu had left long ago.
The princess of Beijing County smiled softly and said: "You can take them to work. Last time, I was looking for an interesting book in the study and haven't finished reading it yet. Come and call me when Ningguo Mansion delivers the afternoon meal."
The maid is not suspicious, she is well aware that this is the habit of the empress. This was how he was when he was in the palace, holding books all day long like an old scholar.
The maids and maids went to the main building, and the princess went to the podium study alone. When I got to the door, I saw that the study door was ajar. I couldn't help but laugh and said to myself: "Brother Rong is also careless. Although no one is coming here, the study door should still be closed."
All she saw was a calligraphy hanging on the wall, signed Jia Gongjin.
It was written by Jia Jing, the Grand Master of the Jia Family East Prefecture, in his early years. The handwriting is 70% or 80% similar to the one in the book just now. Although she was confused, she didn't pay much attention. Find the book you want, sit back in your chair and read attentively.
He picked up the book and looked at it carefully.
"Grandma Zhu's calligraphy is very beautiful. This... must be Brother Rong's calligraphy. Why does it look familiar?"
The princess murmured to herself, but she couldn't remember where she had seen such writing. I helped organize all the pen and ink books on the table. When I went to look for the books again, I was stunned for a moment.
All she saw was a calligraphy hanging on the wall, signed Jia Gongjin.
It was written by Jia Jing, the Grand Master of the Jia Family East Prefecture, in his early years. The handwriting is 70% or 80% similar to the one in the book just now. Although she was confused, she didn't pay much attention. Find the book you want, sit back in your chair and read attentively.
"Hmm? What's the sound?"
After reading a few pages, the princess frowned. There seemed to be a faint sound in the room, and the strange sound went straight into her ears.
This sound is very disgusting, as if a woman is being abused and suffering.
The muffled voice sounded like a woman enduring suffering or illness.
At first she didn't take it seriously, but as the voice became clearer and clearer, the princess couldn't help but frown and become dissatisfied. She knew very well that the maids of the county prince's palace would not make such a fuss. Could it be that someone in the Ningguo Mansion was torturing and beating the maid?
He sighed quietly and ignored it.
The sound kept coming, completely ruining her mood of reading the book. After listening carefully for a while, she realized that it didn't sound like a beating, and she couldn't tell what it was.
He just frowned and left the study, looking for the sound.
