Although he felt that what Duan Wenjun said was unrealistic, Zhao Yingguang did not refute him.
However, I still had some sighs in my heart.
Although the young master is a little different from the rumored dandy young master, he is still the young master after all. How can he know the sufferings and thoughts of their farmers?
It is not easy for the farmers who rent the fields to the south to take good care of these fields.
When there is a drought, water must be carried from the Fushui River several miles away to irrigate the crops; when it rains a lot, ditches must be dredged to prevent muddy water from washing away the fields.
If we want to plant some jasmine trees and sweet-scented osmanthus trees on this mountain, who would be willing to get them if they can’t be used as food? Who has the energy to do it?
As for tung trees and camellias, they can be seen everywhere on Mount Laoshan behind Duanjiabao. What’s the use of planting them?
Farmers take care of their fields, and no matter how tired they are, they at least have some harvest.
With just a few acres of land, you can earn a few months' worth of food.
Although it is coarse grains, it can still provide enough food and clothing.
Even if you encounter a severe drought or flood, you can only consider yourself unlucky. After all, it is not like this every year.
Zhao Yingguang did not say this out loud because he was afraid that speaking so directly would offend Duan Wenjun and make him unhappy.
However, Zhao Ling'er on the side did not worry as much as her grandfather.
"Young master, you don't know the hard work of farmers like us." She glanced at Duan Wenjun, "It's not difficult for you to grow things on this barren slope, but these things can't produce food, so what's the point of planting them?" use?"
"Didn't I say that this barren slope can be improved?" Looking at Zhao Ling'er's angry look, Duan Wenjun smiled, "Besides, think about it, when the flowers bloom, the flowers all over the mountains and plains will bloom. Isn’t it a very pleasant thing?”
"So what if it's improved? Can we grow grains in the future?" Zhao Ling'er asked, "What's the use of the fragrance of flowers? Can it keep everyone full?"
Duan Wenjun smiled when he heard this but did not answer.
Of course, if you plant a flower tree, it will definitely not be able to bear fruit to satisfy your hunger.
However, in addition to protecting this barren slope from landslides, he also had other plans.
However, he is not willing to say it now.
Zhao Ling'er's eyes were fixed on Duan Wenjun, as if she was about to spit out fire.
When they met for the first time a few days ago, Duan Wenjun asked her many things about farming.
Zhao Linger feels that he is a good boss who truly understands farmers.
Although the look in his eyes seemed a bit frivolous when he first looked at her, Zhao Ling'er didn't pay much attention.
But after returning home, grandpa actually said that Duan Daxiong wanted to marry Duan Wenjun as his concubine.
Although Zhao Ling'er was unwilling in her heart, she felt that this might be her fate, and she seemed to have no other choice.
Because grandpa has already agreed.
Moreover, it was not Duan Daxiong, the boss, who agreed that day, but Qiuyun, the mistress of the Duan family, who had agreed more than ten years ago.
Qiuyun is a great benefactor to the Zhao family and many farmers in Duanjiabao.
Zhao Ling'er felt that she could not go against Qiu Yun's last wish.
So, she accepted her fate.
If you think about it carefully, maybe marrying Duan Wenjun, even though you are a concubine, is not necessarily a bad thing.
Perhaps, she can also work hard and be a person like Qiuyun to provide more benefits for the farmers in Duanjiabao.
Early this morning, Butler Gu sent someone to their house, saying that Duan Wenjun wanted to visit the barren slope in the south and asked them to go together.
Zhao Linger was still a little moved in her heart.
She just said it casually that day, but Duan Wenjun actually remembered it, and he was going to see the current situation in Huangpo.
Although she didn't expect Duan Wenjun to change anything, it would be good if she knew the situation in the south and could reduce the rent a little more.
When Duan Wenjun was digging and looking around the barren mountain, she was still curious whether he had any extraordinary abilities.
After all, she had heard Duan Wenjun discuss research on paper with the masters at the paper mill, and discuss brewing with the masters at the wine shop.
I'm not sure if Duan Wenjun has any good ideas.
However, she didn't expect that Duan Wenjun would come up with such a ridiculous idea as planting flowers.
"Even if we have to plant flowers, who will plant them?" Zhao Ling'er stared at him and her tone became stiff.
"The land in our Duanjiabao is naturally cultivated by our Duanjiabao people." Duan Wenjun was stunned and looked at her doubtfully.
Zhao Linger wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zhao Yingguang.
In his heart, he seemed to understand what Duan Wenjun was going to do.
If Duan Wenjun gave an order and asked the farmers in Duanjiabao to plant trees, no one would dare to refuse.
After all, the farmers here still have to rely on the Duan family to survive.
If you don't follow his wishes, the land might be taken back...
He didn't dare to anger Duan Wenjun, and he didn't want Zhao Ling'er to anger Duan Wenjun.
After all, he had long heard of the eldest young master of the Duan family's fiery temper.
However, this barren slope is so big that it will take a lot of time to plant all the saplings. But the spring plowing is coming...
When the saplings are planted, they need to be watered when the weather is hot, the soil needs to be replenished after heavy rains, and they need to be taken care of carefully to survive.
Even if the saplings survive, they will definitely need to be cared for before they grow into big trees...
This is a long project and a huge project.
Zhao Yingguang was worried that Duan Wenjun's move would make the lives of the farmers in Duanjiabao extremely difficult once again.
His brows furrowed, suddenly worried.
He felt that what Duan Wenjun had in mind was an ideal state, and to achieve it, a lot of manpower and material resources would have to be expended.
The most unlucky ones are the farmers here.
Just when he was worried, Duan Wenjun spoke again, "Moreover, if we want to completely solve the irrigation problem of the fields in the south, transforming the barren hills is not enough. We must also make some changes to the fields."
"Renovate the fields?" Zhao Yingguang was stunned again when he heard this, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.
These fields are born this way, so they can be transformed?
If the fields are transformed, more food can be grown?
Hear what is unheard, hear what is unheard.
He felt that Duan Wenjun's ideas were too idealistic.
Again, it's too unrealistic.
It's just a bit whimsical.
Duan Wenjun noticed Zhao Yingguang's worry, but he didn't care.
Because, he knew that they didn't understand his thoughts at all.
Moreover, at this moment, it is impossible for them to understand their own thoughts.
He looked at Zhao Yingguang with a smile on his face. "Since it is difficult to get water for irrigation in this field in the south, we will take out part of the field and dig a pond to store water."
"Dig a water storage pond?" Zhao Yingguang's eyes lit up, then dimmed again.
If several ponds can be dug to store water in the south, it will definitely be much more convenient to irrigate this area.
But to dig a pond, people have to dig it, and they also need to occupy fields. This will be a big problem. Maybe many people really don’t even have the land to plant...
Zhao Ling'er on the side frowned slightly, staring at Duan Wenjun and moving her lips a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all.
