After understanding the other party's intention, Feng Yong smiled and waved his hands repeatedly: "The elder is overthinking. Although this thing is more delicious than steamed cakes, it also requires wheat shelling and grinding into flour before it can be made. . If the army is stationed, it can be used as food, but if the army is marching, it is absolutely impossible."
The visitor suddenly looked disappointed, thinking that he was visiting counties and counties in all directions. First, he was visiting the sages from various places to recruit talents for the country. Second, he was looking at the summer grain harvest to prepare for famine. Third, he was to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the unrest to cause trouble.
Nowadays, it seems that the famous wise men in most places can only talk high-spirited words but have no real plans. This is really disappointing. In this isolated place of Yizhou, there are actually many fewer wise men than in the Central Plains and Jiangdong.
On the contrary, this year's summer grain is ripe, and the people have no worries about hunger, which is very reassuring. Otherwise, the death of the late emperor has just caused turmoil in all directions. If the food harvest fails again, Shu will be in danger.
"Brother, please sit down and let me ask you a few questions first. How much fertile land do you have at home? How many cattle are there? How is the harvest this year?" Although the visitor looked noble, he looked easy-going and sat on the ground without hesitation. , asked Feng Yong to sit down opposite him, and asked warmly.
Feng Yong glanced at the other party and thought, could this be the ancient version of officials going to the countryside to visit the people? Not bad, at least there is no support from future generations, just one car and one servant.
"Reporting to the elder, I have three hundred acres of dry land, two hundred acres of paddy fields, and two cattle. The harvest is this year..." Feng Yong was a little embarrassed and smiled, "I dare not hide it. I really don't care about the acres of land." It’s not very familiar.”
"Tsk!" The visitor glanced at Feng Yong with dissatisfaction and scolded, "Farming is the foundation of a family and a country. As the head of a family, you should be so careless. It's really wrong! Watch! You are still young, and you think this farm was left by your fathers, but you don't cherish it so much, are you worthy of your ancestors?"
Oh, shit! This style of painting changes so quickly! Where the hell did you come from? Such a loud tone? Am I familiar with you? Why should you teach me a lesson?
Feng Yong looked confused. Were all officials in ancient times so awesome? You can just teach others something you don't like in public?
But he didn’t know that he himself was just a country bumpkin, and he didn’t understand the importance that ancient officials attached to persuading teachers to teach farmers and mulberry trees. If you don't listen, then don't blame me for being rude!
"Yes, yes, I'm ashamed, kid." Feng Yong lowered his head and admitted his mistake. He had no choice. There was no human rights in ancient times. Although he didn't know why this official could teach him so confidently, he also knew the reason why people should not fight with officials.
"Although I can't say that I know this place well, I have walked through it five or six times. I have never heard of a farm named Shifeng before. When did you come here to buy land?" After a lecture, the visitor came Suddenly he changed his question and looked at Feng Yong suspiciously. Could this person be from a big family? That's why we set aside a piece of farmland for him to toss around?
It’s really a household registration check! I got this land as a reward from the emperor, and it has an upright origin. Seeing the other party's expression of doubting that he was a bully occupying the land, Feng Yong became angry, don't be so shameless! Seeing that you are an official and older than me, I let you go. If you keep doing this, I won't be able to chat with you properly!
"The elder is wrong! This farm was not purchased by the boy, but was given by the late emperor. My late father followed the late emperor to conquer Soochow and died together with General Fu. The late emperor had mercy and gave him these five hundred acres of land."
The visitor was shocked and blurted out: "It's actually Feng Dianzi whose family was ruined?"
How are you talking? You have the guts to say it again! What bastard labeled me as a lunatic? !
Were ancient officials so boring? Just let the emperor know about a minor family matter of a lieutenant general. What's the matter with someone giving his son a nickname and making it known to the whole court? Could it be that there was so little entertainment in ancient times that it was so boring?
Seeing Feng Yong's face changed drastically, the other party knew that he had made a mistake, and he hurriedly raised his hands to apologize: "It turns out that it was the Empress Zhonglie who was rude and rude! She made a mistake in a hurry and made a mistake!"
Feng Yong snorted coldly and took the opportunity to change from kneeling to sitting cross-legged. (Actually, he was not used to kneeling and his legs hurt from kneeling.) He pointed at the fields not far away and said: "The noble man is asking about the land. That kid is not talented, so just Let’s talk about this acre of land. I heard people in the village say that the wheat is ripe this year, and the yield per acre is two and a half dan, and everyone is happy. In the eyes of the boy, it is not something to be happy about. The ancients cultivated slash and burn farming, and the grain produced from one acre was only one dan. Nowadays, people cultivate by fire and water, and can get two and a half stones of grain from one acre. Among them, those who can harvest more grain must first remove weeds and try their best to protect grain seedlings, and second, choose more plump grain seeds when planting for the first time..."
Have you ever seen a test field with a yield of 2,000 kilograms per mu cut down? In later generations, even the farmer uncles who usually farm without producing a thousand catties per acre are too embarrassed to go out and say hello to people. Now I only get more than 300 kilograms from one acre and I'm so happy, you idiot! What a rubbish!
Pointing out the country, writing passionately, foaming at the mouth, talking a lot, feeling a little dry in the mouth, turned around and saw that the guy named Ma looked stunned, feeling satisfied, hum! Are you scared? Are you intimidated by my erudition?
The other party reluctantly put on a smile and cupped his hands: "Xiao Lang has wonderful ideas and can think of things that others cannot think of. It is really amazing. But now that he has recovered from a serious illness, it is better to rest carefully and recuperate. This summer is coming, You should pay more attention to preventing heatstroke and don’t let the scorching sun expose you..."
It seems that I was really fooled, huh, the ancient people just didn't know how to do it!
Feng Yong pointed to the compass and said: "Although this year is the year of great maturity, it still cannot be said that there is no worry. Now that the late emperor has passed away, I am afraid that there will be trouble in Shu! If nothing else, let's talk about Nannan. The land in the middle has long been disloyal. Soochow Wu has obtained the land of Jingzhou and is determined to peek into the middle of Shu. If the two collude, Nanzhong will probably be in chaos..."
"Okay, okay..." The visitor's face had turned pale, and there was an inexplicable pity in his eyes. He raised his hand perfunctorily, "Mr. Lang is really a great talent! Hearing your words now is like drinking from a sweet spring after being thirsty for a long time. But today I still have something important to do, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to talk to you more freely, and I’ll definitely come back to hear your advice when I have some free time!”
I saw the other party bowed hastily, got up and left in a hurry.
It's boring. Feng Yong smashed his mouth and thought for a while. The guy's eyes before leaving seemed to be pitiful? right? Did you read that right? What does it mean to have wonderful ideas and be able to think of things that others cannot think of? Isn't this just a roundabout way of calling us crazy? Feng Yong finally came to his senses.
Hey, don't leave if you have the guts, explain it to me clearly! This official has a bad heart and always curses people.
"Master, how are you?" The waiter felt very strange as he saw his master approaching in a hurry, with a look of unlucky looks on his face as he rushed to drive the car.
After the car got back on the road, the master sighed, "I thought I would be a wise man, but instead I met a lunatic!"
After the incomprehensible and lunatic official named Ma left, Feng Yong fished for a while and saw that the sun was already setting in the west. The farmers in the field began to pack up the harvested wheat and arrange it for stamping.
He picked up the fish basket immersed in the water, looked at today's results, and nodded with satisfaction. The ancient times without pollution were good. Look at this wild nature. It's so many times better than fish specially bred for people to catch. .
In my previous life, I went fishing in a place specially designed for people to fish. The fish were very silly and had a very bad taste. Fishing was not fun at all.
The Feng family's house is the center of Zhuangzi. Five hundred acres of land may sound like a lot, but in fact, it is nothing in this era. Two hundred acres of it are paddy fields. Rice can be grown in a staggered season with wheat. The dry fields have two wheat and one millet. Wheat can be grown in different seasons, so the land rented by the Feng family only covers a few households.
Farming at this time is too extensive. Basically, you just have to worry about choosing a grain seed when you plant it. If you can, you can burn it with a fire and then use an ox to turn it over. If you don't have a condition, you can finish the fire and then use any farm tools to turn it over manually. , and finally the seeds are sown, and there is little management after that. One family can cultivate one hundred acres of land without any pressure.
How much grain can you expect to harvest with this farming method? Therefore, this year’s wheat crop, which is worth two and a half kilos per acre, is considered a ripe year, and everyone is grateful to God.
Feng Yong felt that if he were God, he might not even give him a stone. Before Feng Yong went out to study in his previous life, he had been living in the countryside. He remembers that when he was a child, his family had less than ten acres of land. The family was so busy all year round that they couldn't take care of themselves. Why? Without him, I will cultivate the four-character ear carefully.
Seeing the ragged farmers gathered around the open space of Zhuangzi, holding steamed buns in their hands and devouring the cooked corn rice, that is, millet porridge, Feng Yong, who grew up under the red flag, suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart. , mmp, let’s go to the dead ball!
