It didn't take a quarter of an hour for Li Chang to go back to the second floor, just a few words.
He brought a tray with a large five-liter beer glass and two small beer glasses, as well as salted edamame and braised meat.
"This is..." Zhu Biao was at a loss. He thought Zhu Lichang was going to ask an expert, but in the end the other person really took something?
"We'll have lunch in less than an hour. His Highness just happened to take the food with him when he left."
The director picked up everything. Among them, the Sichuan kimchi was the most delicious. It had no chili, was sweet and sour, and had ginger sprouts in it.
Zhu Biao reached out to help and put the ice cubes in the bowl next to him into two cups.
The beer brewed in this way has a high concentration and can be partially diluted by soaking it in ice cubes.
He also adjusted the position of the dishes, which was farther away from him and closer to the prince. Even a little bit showed courtesy.
"If you are not busy with what Your Highness is asking about, you will not be able to go to the main hall again after you return. You will have to make arrangements."
The head of the village told Zhu Biao why he brought wine and vegetables, and the whole matter of planting other crops after wheat in Shandong was an hour away?
"That's fine! Uh! Where's Hanhan?" Zhu Biao agreed and said while drinking. He looked around and felt that something was missing.
"Let Hanhan come?" The manager didn't want to call Hanhan. Hanhan was quite comfortable staying by himself. Did he have to cooperate with the performance here?
"It's not necessary, it's just that Hanhan is there every time I drink."
Zhu Biao waved his hand. He also knew that it was hot and everyone didn't like to move. Hanhan was probably sleeping.
The chief was happy and moved a plate of Qianzhang silk: "Your Highness, try this Qianzhang silk. It is braised first, then smoked and then cut into shreds. It is very delicious and has a good texture."
Zhu Biao took a little bit of it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and nodded.
The village chief then began to talk: "Your Highness, do you know what farm tools many people use? There are also wooden weeding shovels in Xiaqiu Village."
He had to make this clear first. Not everyone has a hoe, a hoe, a pickaxe, a hammer, a hammer, a shovel...
How much iron does that add up to? Just like every family has to thresh grain for cooking, but not everyone has a mill. Everyone just has a stone mortar.
Zhu Biao paused while serving the wine: "There are not enough tools when harvesting wheat in Shandong?"
"Some use stone, some use lead and copper, and some iron sickles have been sharpened to only one-third. If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools."
The village chief told Zhu Biao the specific situation of the people. They were short of iron. They were very short. They had been fighting. Now they are no better than those in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Zhu Biao took a sip of wine and said: "I am working hard on mining and smelting. I built one in the open-hearth furnace. It is easy to use. I will build more in the future.
Shandong needs good sickles? There is still one month left, there is still time to build and let them use a new and good scythe.
We did have very little iron before the Ming Dynasty. Iron is not gold or silver and will rot away over time. "
Zhu Biao explained and introduced it to the chief. He felt guilty when he faced the chief. He felt that the masters had told you so many techniques, but if you didn't pay close attention, the masters were very disappointed.
"Don't be anxious, Your Highness, isn't it possible to open a road this year? After planting soybeans in Shandong, watering a few times, we can take a boat to mine.
Even if we dig for two months, we give them money, ask them what they want to buy, and then send it back together.
After harvesting the soybeans, planting winter wheat, and then mining, both parties will benefit. "
The head of the village comforted the prince and suggested that the court organize people to work, especially the idle labor force.
Zhu Biao thought for a while: "This is good, what else?"
"There is a problem with harvesting technique and attitude. Men...the wheat stubble is long, and women...the wheat stubble is short.
The general situation! After the wheat is harvested in Shandong, long wheat stubble is left behind. They burn it and turn it into plant ash, which also kills insects and fungi.
However, some beneficial things were also burned. Fortunately, we will have a rainy summer and autumn, so that the beneficial things can multiply again.
Nowadays, if you choose to rotate planting, you cannot burn it. If you don't burn it, there will be pests and diseases, which need to be killed with lime water.
In dry soil, soybeans should be planted directly and then watered, because the germination speed is very fast when the seeds are soaked, which increases the demand for water in the soil.
Shandong can speed up seed soaking because they will have more rain later, and they also have wells for drought resistance.
Seeds in Xiaqiu Village will be processed before planting, including saltwater seed selection and killing treatment for wheat and rice..."
The director patiently explained to Zhu Biao the farming techniques, including what he mentioned before about spraying the leaves with magnesium sulfate heptahydrate.
Zhu Biao listened carefully and tried to memorize it. He knew what was most powerful about Xiaqiu Village.
In the past, there were experts, but now the whole village studies hard and masters many technologies. Knowledge that can be applied immediately is the most valuable wealth.
Even if everything is lost in Xiaqiu Village now, people are still alive and they can take the villagers away to other places. It won't take long for them to still be able to restore their current prosperity.
Zhu Biao even believed that if the people of Xiaqiu Village were thrown into the desolate and inhabited grassland, the village would rise rapidly within a few years.
The expert taught the skills to Xiaqiu Village. Without the expert, Xiaqiu Village is still the best village in the world.
"Is there any more?" Zhu Biao was so embarrassed that he stared at the person and asked, but he had to ask, what if there is?
"Your Highness, people today have a common cognitive problem, that is, hiring people will cost more, so it is better to do it yourself.
Not to mention Shandong, the land distribution in many places is not very even. There are many people with less land, and more people with less land.
And there are tenants and sharecroppers. But when they see the harvest from the land they planted, they are unwilling to spend money to find help.
They would rather be tired and sleep less, but they also want to save this money, and it would not hurt to give it away. "
The head of the village talked about the common thinking patterns, including the former Xiaqiu Village.
Later, Hanhan demanded that he must be hired. His people could not be exhausted. He could give up some and get more.
If you do it yourself, you can get 10,000 coins. If you hire someone to do it, you will spend 20,000 coins, but you can get 11,000 coins.
Don’t focus on the 20,000, but focus on the extra 1,000. If you don’t give away the 20,000, can you earn it yourself?
Nowadays, Xiaqiu Village basically does not do much work by itself, except for glass blowing and weapon making.
I have transformed from a basic worker to a manager. I don’t lose money when I pay others.
The chief explained this situation to Zhu Biao bit by bit. This is the difference between businessmen and ordinary people. Businessmen know how to calculate the input-output ratio and the overall income difference.
Zhu Biao had already drank two glasses of beer. He picked up the hand towel on the table and wiped his sweat: "Chang Zhu, do you want to be an official?"
"No, I just want to be my chief, and when the children grow up, they can become officials.
My Xiaqiu village has money, and they promise not to engage in corruption or take bribes, because they know how easy it is for the village to make money.
New children are also born one after another. They will grow up eventually, and time will not stop for anyone. "
The head of the village refused to become an official. He didn't want to be a county magistrate or anything like that. His responsibility was to protect the village.
There is Chapter 6, but there is no Chapter 7. I will try to make up for that chapter tomorrow. My throat doesn’t hurt too much. I’m in better shape!
(End of chapter)
