"Your Highness." Wu Diao Si approached Li Zhao and asked in a low voice, "Did you do this on purpose?"
"Did you see it?"
Wu Diao Si smiled sheepishly and said, "Actually, I just discovered it just now."
"How did you find out?"
"You asked me to spread the news everywhere, giving everyone the illusion that we are very short of craftsmen. But I have noticed every day that we are indeed short of craftsmen, but we do not have to increase them." Wu Diao Si laughed and said: "But just now, you deliberately accepted Mr. Xue's words. You must have done it intentionally."
"Not bad, not bad." Li Zhao patted Wu Diao Si on the shoulder and said, "You have made great progress."
Wu Diaoji was overjoyed to be praised by his master, as sweet as eating honey.
"It's just that I don't understand something."
"What's the matter?"
"I still can't figure out why so many craftsmen are needed? Can't we let our people master this skill? Do we have to take advantage of outsiders?"
This is the limitation of the times. Even though Wu Diaoji is the prince's personal staff, what he sees, hears and feels has surpassed 90% of those in the world, but the concepts in their bones have been ingrained.
Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are not a joke.
The concept of class is engraved in the bones of everyone.
A craftsman is a lower profession than a businessman, just like an actor who cannot get on the stage.
In Wu Diao Si's heart, this kind of people have no status. If it weren't for his frequent contact with this group of people, he might have looked at them with disdain.
Therefore, Wu Diao Temple feels that these craftsmen are not worthy of their current treatment.
If the prince needs it, he can let his own people learn this skill. There is no need to beat around the bush and ask others to help.
When Li Zhao heard this, he looked at Wu Diao Si seriously and said, "Do you think craftsmen are low-level and useless?"
"Yes!" Wu Diao Si admitted.
"Then I ask you, who do you need to build a house?"
"Carpenter, bricklayer..."
“Who needs a threshing machine?”
"Carpenter, blacksmith!"
“Who does the windmill need?”
"carpenter!"
“Who does it take to cut the timber?”
"Carpentry!"
"Where's the stone?"
"mason!"
"Where's the bamboo equipment?"
"Bamboo Craftsman!"
"Then do you think they are really useless?" Li Zhao looked at Wu Diao Si.
Wu Diao Si was stunned, and he realized that life seemed to be inseparable from them.
"They make everything from houses and cars to the chopsticks, dustpans, sieves, and brushes you use to eat. Why do you think they are useless?"
Wu Diao Si was speechless.
"Without them, can the threshing machine be produced? Without them, can the thick bluestone slabs be polished? Without them, there won't even be enough people to eat. Can you make it?"
Li Zhao's desperate questioning left Wu Diao Si not knowing how to defend himself.
"Craftsmen have never been a humble profession. Remember, they are the guarantee for our survival. Only with them can we have a future, do you understand?"
Wu Diao Si's body trembled, and he realized how shallow and stupid his thoughts were.
"If I want to change the world, they are indispensable." Li Zhao looked serious and serious: "My king's palace depends on them, and land reform also depends on them. In the future, we will build reservoirs, dams, rivers, bridges, and roadbeds. All require their participation.”
"Compared to them, the aristocratic family is nothing!"
"do you understand?"
"This slave deserves to die." Wu Diao Si knelt down.
"Don't say such things. You are the person next to me and have watched me grow up. I hope you can understand and understand what I have to do. If you don't agree or understand, you won't be able to do what I tell you. matter."
Li Zhaoyu said earnestly: "So, from now on, I hope that you will all pay attention to them and give them the best treatment. Whether we can change the world depends on them and the people."
Wu Diao Si, Li Chong and others listened quietly. Maybe they didn't understand it yet, but they had silently remembered it in their hearts.
Li Zhao knew very well that if the people around him didn't understand him and acted with a mentality that was opposite to his own, even if there was no trouble now, there would definitely be trouble in the future.
Returning to the Youwang Mansion camp, Li Zhao immediately called a meeting with all personnel.
When Li Zhao stood in front of everyone, Wu Diao Si began to observe the group of people. He found that the eyes of the group of people looked at Li Zhao with awe, admiration and a hint of enthusiasm.
This kind of look is not seen in other places or in the eyes of other people.
There was a smile on their faces, and that smile was very warm.
"I have convened an impromptu meeting with you all today, and there is something to be announced."
"Starting from today, there will be some transfer of personnel. The construction of Prince You's Mansion will continue, but some manpower will be allocated, because we are about to invest in the cultivation of the second season of rice."
Wow!
The people were in an uproar.
Can rice be planted for a second season?
No matter what status a person holds here now, in the final analysis, his ultimate status is that of a farmer.
If it weren't for working here in Li Zhao, he would be farming at home right now.
First focus on farming, supplemented by work.
Therefore, after hearing Li Zhao's words, everyone couldn't help showing surprise.
Although these tools invented by Li Zhao have reduced time for everyone to a great extent.
But it is already August, and it will be too late to plow, cultivate, fertilize, breed, and sow the fields.
They can't think of any other way to grow a second crop of rice?
Under countless pairs of doubtful eyes, Li Zhao had a faint smile on his face and said, "Everyone, do you still remember what I asked you to do before I asked you to cut the rice?"
Of course they remember.
In the past, when people cut rice, they would only leave the ears of rice just long enough to hold with one hand, and cut off the rest.
But this year, King You, a layman, insisted that everyone leave at least half of the ears of rice, causing this year's straw to look extremely short.
The remaining rice stalks in the field are so long that they stand out.
No matter how you look at it, it's awkward, and no matter how you look at it, it's abnormal.
"Of course I remember!" everyone responded in unison.
Li Zhaodao: "This is our second crop of rice."
"What?"
“Don’t we need to plow these fields again?”
"We haven't done any breeding yet, how can we still have rice?"
Everyone was surprised and didn't understand what Li Zhao did.
Li Zhao explained with a smile: "Everyone, I'm right. Next, don't dig or touch the rice ears in our fields."
"We grow rice the same way we grew it before, including weeding and fertilizing in the fields."
What Li Zhao wants to do now is regenerate rice.
If the fields are plowed again and carried out step by step like in the spring, it will definitely be too late.
Today's sun is still fierce and can give enough light, and plants can grow fast enough.
But the rice growth cycle in this era is really too long and has many limitations.
Therefore, Li Zhao could only take risks.
Of course, Li Zhao is still confident.
Because he remembered that in Blue Star, regenerated rice existed in ancient times more than 1,700 years ago.
This is the result of long-term experiments and is very feasible.
