Mo Shoucheng was ordered by his master to be a bodyguard.
Therefore, he felt that other things had nothing to do with him.
In other words, he doesn't care about other things around him.
However, he is indeed a very qualified bodyguard.
Ever since he arrived at Duanjiabao, he has been guarding Duan Wenjun inseparably these days.
If Duan Wenjun hadn't insisted that he need some privacy, he would have followed him even to the toilet and to bed.
It has been three days since he came to Duanjiabao.
In the past three days, Duan Daxiong was a little busy, so he asked his butler Gu Hongfu to take Duan Wenjun around.
Therefore, in the past three days, Mo Shoucheng followed Duan Wenjun and visited almost half of the Duanjia Fort.
They went to the workshops and farms next to the market, and also to the barren slopes south of Duanjiabao.
Following these three days, he became more curious about the young master's son from the rich man's family.
Yes, he is the young master of a wealthy family.
Mo Shoucheng was very satisfied with the definition he gave Duan Wenjun.
Didn't that fat man just have some bad money, and wasn't he a typical philistine rich man?
His son is naturally the young master of the little rich man's family.
However, this young master seems to be a little different from the ordinary young master, and is also somewhat different from the rumors about the playboy Duan.
While at the winery, this young man actually listened seriously to the masters introducing the wine-making process.
Mo Shoucheng loved drinking, so he inevitably listened to a few more words.
In the past few days, all he drank was the wine brewed by Duanjiabao Winery.
The name of this wine made him feel a little strange, it was called "Three Knives".
He didn't understand how a wealthy man like Duan Fatty could give his home-brewed wine such a quaint name.
It's just that it doesn't matter.
The important thing is that although the taste of the wine is average, it is good enough.
Mo Shouben thought that Duan Wenjun was just chatting with the masters on a whim, but unexpectedly, his chat with the masters became more and more lively.
After listening to the introduction by the masters, he was still writing and drawing on the ground with bamboo branches. It seemed that he was asking the masters to improve the boiler and technology, and add a secondary distillation process, saying that he could make stronger wine.
Looking at the expressions on the faces of the winery masters, he felt that Duan Wenjun was not messing around.
It seemed like he really knew how to make wine.
Strange, how could such a young master from a wealthy family, a dandy young man who only misses the land of fireworks, be able to make wine?
But for some reason, although he was very skeptical, he still had a glimmer of hope and expectation.
What would happen if he could brew a throat-sharp liquor as he said?
The best wine in Dashun is called Cangyan.
It is said that most of them were supplied to the royal family, and only a small amount entered the market, and they were all bought by dignitaries in Shangliang, Kyoto.
There is a price but no market, and ordinary people cannot buy it at all.
And Mo Shoucheng was lucky enough to drink Cang Yan once.
Back then, he followed his master to Shangliang, Kyoto, for business, and the then Prime Minister Chen Ziang invited them to have a drink.
What I drank at that time was Cang Yan.
Although it was only once, Mo Shoucheng could never forget the taste for the rest of his life.
When the wine enters the throat, the spicy feeling, the burning feeling, flows through the throat into the stomach, and then spreads to the whole body. It is really very comfortable, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary drinks.
If this young man could tinker with this kind of wine, wouldn't he be able to drink as much as he wanted?
If that's the case, staying with him as a bodyguard wouldn't be a bad thing.
Thinking of this, Mo Shoucheng couldn't help but laugh.
No, when did I think so much?
Mo Shoucheng shook his head, he was just a playboy, how could he have such ability?
After coming out of the wine shop, they went to the barren slope to the south.
Following us, there was an old farmer and a girl.
Apart from her black spots, that girl's facial features are very beautiful. She is a beautiful scenery in this field.
But he felt that the way this girl looked at Duan Wenjun seemed a little strange...
Of course, this is not the strangest thing to Mo Shoucheng during this trip.
The strangest thing was what Duan Wenjun did on the southern slope.
He asked the old farmer to take them for a walk on the barren slope, and kept looking everywhere.
Mo Shoucheng didn't understand what was so interesting about this place where birds don't lay eggs.
The red ground was a little soft underfoot, and there were not many trees on the slope, not even many weeds.
I heard from the old farmer that as long as it rains, the soil on this barren slope will be washed into the fields below, destroying the crops in the fields.
Therefore, they dug a trench at the foot of the mountain. Although it could provide some relief, the heavy rain could not stop the sliding sand.
The old farmer said that he had been coming to Duanjiabao for more than ten years, and the barren slope was at least half a meter shorter than before, because it had been washed into the fields.
This old farmer is Zhao Yingguang.
That girl is Zhao Linger.
Mo Shoucheng saw Duan Wenjun frowning immediately after listening to Zhao Yingguang's words, and only said, "That drainage ditch will definitely not work if it treats the symptoms but not the root cause!"
What surprised him even more was that Duan Wenjun directly took the hoe from Zhao Yingguang and carried it on his shoulder.
This time, Duan Wenjun was at the front, and the group walked around the barren slope again.
They watched Duan Wenjun dig here and there, and from time to time he would grab a handful of soil and pinch it to have a look. Everyone was very confused, but no one dared to disturb him.
Mo Shoucheng followed him and looked at his back, feeling even more conflicted.
Why does this young man look like an old farmer who has been farming for many years?
Then, after completing the circle, Duan Wenjun said a bunch of words that he couldn't understand at all.
Duan Wenjun let out a long sigh, stared at Zhao Yingguang and spoke again, "The barren slopes are covered with red soil, which is very sticky and soft, so heavy rain can easily erode the slope. If there is a heavy rain, it can easily cause mudslides."
Zhao Yingguang's face suddenly showed a look of surprise.
He didn't understand the red soil and geology that Duan Wenjun mentioned before, but he knew the mudslides Duan Wenjun was talking about.
The heavy rain five years ago was still fresh in his memory.
That autumn, the grain in the fields was about to be harvested.
It rained heavily overnight, and the floodwater mixed with mud on the barren slope rolled down, burying all the fields below the slope.
That year, these fields in the south had no harvest.
Duan Wenjun's words rang out again, "So if we want to fundamentally solve this problem, we must start from two places to transform it. One is to build a retaining wall, and the other is to increase the vegetation on the barren slopes to prevent landslides. "
"But nothing can be grown on this barren slope." Zhao Yingguang sighed. "Even the most viable beans are difficult to grow here."
"That's because the wrong things were planted." Duan Wenjun smiled again. "The red soil is acidic and not suitable for growing beans. Wouldn't it be better to plant something else? For example, jasmine trees, osmanthus trees, or tung trees or tung trees. Camellia or something?”
Zhao Yingguang was stunned when he heard this.
These things can't produce grain, so what's the use of growing them?
