When the housekeeper came back from Jincheng, he brought back the news that everything in the city was as usual, and there were no rumors of rebellion. The most talked about thing in the city was about the queen's happiness.
For many people, Dahan is now in a state of turmoil and people's hearts are unstable. The Queen's happiness is the only good news these days, which shows that God is still caring for Dahan and Dahan will continue to exist.
The only thing that is not normal is that the price of grain is a little abnormal. According to previous years, whenever new grain comes into the warehouse, the price of grain is the lowest. But this year, during the big harvest of grain, it did not fall but rose instead, rising by a penny. .
Li Tingchang came again during this period, and still asked about selling grain, and even raised the purchase price by one penny in line with the market price.
Feng Yong sneered at this. If no local family was responsible for the abnormal food prices, he could rip off his head and use it as a chamber pot! But he also knew that as long as Old Demon Zhuge lived, these bumpkins in Sichuan would never be able to turn around.
"My lord, there are noble people in the official circles watching." The housekeeper suddenly came over and whispered.
"Huh?" Feng Yong turned around and saw an ox cart parked on the official road not far away, and there was a knight beside the cart. The car curtain was lifting a corner, revealing a pair of eyes looking this way. The eyes were very bright. It seemed that the person sitting in the car was a woman.
Sitting in the coachman's seat was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, vigorous and outstanding appearance. He smiled at Feng Yong from a distance, his white teeth shining brightly in the sun.
Which noble family is this? There is a shortage of war horses in Shu, and those who can have their own war horses have extraordinary status. And those who can use cavalry as escorts have an even more unusual status.
Even this coachman looks better than most women in the world, right? Feng Yong thought to himself, his eyes fell on the knight beside the car again, and his eyes were startled. Is there really anyone better-looking than the driver?
Feeling Feng Yong's gaze, the rider looked over, causing Feng Yong to take a breath. This man was much prettier than the driver, but his eyes were colder and his expression was more indifferent.
The rider just glanced at Feng Yong, then turned his gaze expressionlessly and looked into the distance.
wrong! Is this rider a woman? Feng Yong finally reacted and took a closer look. Although the rider tied up his hair like a man, Feng Yong still found something different. The waist was too thin and the chest muscles were a little too big.
This is a tigress that cannot be trifled with. Feng Yong saw the long knife hanging on the horse and secretly came to a conclusion. At the same time, he bent down and handed over his hands, returning a salute to the bullock cart.
I don’t know what the people in the oxcart said. The driver nodded, got out of the car and walked over. He saluted Feng Yong and said, "My lord, Zhao Yiwen, may I ask you your name?"
"I don't dare to take it, I'm Feng Mingwen. I wonder if you have any advice?"
His surname is Feng, his given name is Yong, and his courtesy name is Mingwen.
"I don't dare to give you any advice. I just saw that the plow in the field seemed to be different from other places. I was curious and came here to ask. I wonder if Brother Mingwen knows who made this plow?"
Um? Feng Yong was a little surprised. These days, there are still dignitaries interested in agricultural tools?
It is true that in ancient times, people attached great importance to farming and mulberry farming, but how to farm and what to use for farming are all matters of the subordinates. How could those high-ranking officials and nobles be interested in things that belong to the subordinates? Although everyone knows that scholars, farmers, industry and commerce rank first among scholars, in fact, in the eyes of rulers, except for scholars, the rest are not considered human beings.
Ever since the ancestral dragon from Guanzhong shouted "unification haha" in Shaanxi dialect, China's social development has been in a strange cycle. More than two thousand years later, a certain Ma Dabeard studied Western society and came to the conclusion that productivity determines production relations, and the two promote and unify each other.
This conclusion may be true all over the world, except China!
China’s two thousand years of feudal society shows that production relations can also kill productivity!
Because the civilization of the Central Plains matured too early, and even before the productivity had reached the requirements, production relations had already appeared in advance, and they showed strong binding force from the very beginning, firmly holding the productivity in their hands, and adding an extra dimension to the civilization of the Central Plains. To set up shackles, that is the "scholars, farmers, industry and commerce" thing!
The class of "scholars" monopolizes intellectual resources with one hand and the means of production with the other, and constantly tramples on the remaining three classes, making it impossible for them to stand up forever.
However, those who best represent the development of productive forces are the three classes that are not regarded as human beings. So you say, how many things that represent the development of productive forces have been trampled by "scholars" and disappeared in the long river of history?
"This thing is a curved shaft plow. It was made according to the records in ancient books."
"Qu Yuanli?" Zhao Yiwen's eyes lit up, "It turns out that it was made by Brother Mingwen. What a coincidence. When I look at this thing, one cow and one person are comparable to the two cows and two people before. Brother Mingwen is really exquisite."
"How can I have such thoughts? Brother Yiwen is joking. I'm just copying it from ancient books."
"That's also a great merit." Zhao Yiwen looked a little excited, looking straight at the Quyuan plow that was plowing the ground, and said, "Now that the world is in chaos, the world is boiling, the people are displaced, and the fields are barren, how can Brother Mingwen Making such agricultural tools that save people and animals will be of great benefit to the people."
Feng Yong made this thing purely to facilitate his own farming. As for whether it would be of great benefit to the people, that was not his decision. If you want to promote this thing quickly, it must be implemented by the authorities, otherwise it will be in vain.
But as an official, there are so many things to do all day long, how could you possibly care about such a thing? Wouldn't it be better if you can recite poems and songs, listen to ditties, and enjoy singing and dancing when you are full and full?
As for the curved shaft plow, let alone replacing the straight shaft plow, there are not many farmers who have no cattle, who directly use people to plow the land? Cai Lun is awesome, right? Papermaking technology has been improved more than a hundred years ago, but until now, aren't bamboo slips and paper still mixed?
So Feng Yong doesn't care that this pretty guy who's more handsome than him keeps praising him - he's so much more handsome than me, do you think praising me like this will make me like you? it's out of the question. So why not let that cold goddess-like rider over there come over and communicate with me? Feng Yong glanced at the carriage again.
Of course, it was impossible for a rider disguised as a man to come, so in the end, Feng Yong could only watch the carriage drift away with regret. It has been half a year since he came here. In his previous life, he had a good time with the beautiful female boss. After having a taste of it, he suddenly felt a little nostalgic. After all, this was the first time he had seen a beautiful woman from the Han Dynasty.
The oxcart walked slowly on the road without the loud squeaking noise of an ordinary oxcart. It must have been modified in some way. The voice of the person sitting in the car was clearly heard outside. It was a woman's voice.
"That plow is very weird, and that Feng Mingwen is not simple. Go back and check."
Zhao Yiwen responded, flicked his whip, and said, "He said he read it in an ancient book."
The people in the car seemed to sneer, "In the past, Emperor Qin burned books and harassed Confucians, and later in Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty only respected Confucianism. There is not a single classic book of hundreds of schools of thought in the world, let alone an ancient book. Changes in all things in the world have not changed. First, it is not done step by step. There should be traces in it and it will never appear suddenly. Although the curved shaft plow seems to have something in common with the straight shaft plow, the changes are extremely sudden. There must be someone who keeps trying to make improvements. It will be like this. But now it suddenly appears in the world, there must be something weird in it. Anyone who has the ability to make this thing, even if he is not a person in the hidden world, must be inseparable from the hidden world. If it is really known from ancient books, Only the Hidden Mountain Gate has such a collection of books, and if you can read the books in the Hidden Mountain Gate, can it be easy?"
"It doesn't look like he's from the Hidden Mountain Gate." The female knight who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "Just a moment ago, that man took the opportunity to look at me three times. If he really was from the Hidden Mountain Gate, he wouldn't be so lustful. Disciple."
Zhao Yiwen opened his mouth but stopped talking.
