In this era's understanding of sericulture, brocade and silk are considered precious things, and silkworm seeds are naturally delicate, so God deliberately allows silkworms to survive only half of the time.
The silk produced by the surviving silkworms is mostly of poor quality, and "only half of them can weave silk", so this can show the preciousness of silk and brocade.
Attribute all this to fate and the bad luck of the silkworm house.
Feng Yong smiled and looked at the river in front of him, his voice a little distant, "Last year, my wife also asked me why the land on my farm can produce more grain than elsewhere. Does Sanniang know how I answered?"
"Of course I know that my brother once said to my wife that to grow good food, it depends on the right time and right place. The right time and place cannot be changed by human power, but the right place can be changed by human power. My brother also said that only by looking for the root of everything can we get good results. What you need.”
It seems that Guan Ji paid close attention to herself. She remembers that she was not with Huang Yueying when she said this. She should have heard these words from Huang Yueying's mouth.
Feng Yong thought in his heart and said, "Actually, the weather... forget it, raising silkworms is the same as growing food."
Changing the weather is something that later generations actually did a lot of. If they wanted to rain, they would shoot at the sky. If they wanted to clear up, they would still shoot at the sky. They would never ask God if it would hurt.
"As long as we find out the root cause of why some silkworms die and some survive, and why some of the silk they spin out can make silk and some cannot, then we will be able to raise silkworms just like growing food, and we can do better than others. .”
Although the Han people have known how to raise silkworms and weave cloth for a long time, their understanding of silkworm rearing has always been based on each person's experience, and there is rarely a unified narrative.
Even if there are peasant women and farmers who sum up their experiences, no one will listen to them because their status is too low.
And leisurely scholars have concluded that it is used to show off, and after the show is over, they will be locked up and thrown into the room to collect dust.
And there will be one scholar who truly summed it up two hundred years later.
This agricultural druid named Jia Sixie wrote a book called "Essentials for Elevating the People", which was the first wonderful book on agriculture. This book will have reference value even more than a thousand years later.
But so what? In the more than a thousand years since he wrote this book, this book has been used by the ruling class as a pretentious show. After the show was done, it was thrown back into the library and continued to collect dust.
Then in later generations, descendants will point to this book and say, look, our ancestors are so powerful, XXX years ahead of you.
But it's still of no use...
You still have to pay the patent fees to others, but not only that, you pay more than others who also pay patents - who told your ancestors to be so powerful? Then pay more!
So when Feng Yong said that he knew about silkworm raising, Guan Ji's eyes widened again, "Brother, do you even know this?"
"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."
Feng Tubao looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a slightly proud look on his face. He wanted to imitate the old demon Zhuge in "Red Cliff" and fan his feather fan, but he had nothing in his hands, so he had to give up.
Many silkworms die, mostly due to diseases or insect pests.
As long as you pay attention to disinfection and pest control before starting to raise silkworms in the silkworm room, at least the survival rate of silkworms can be greatly improved.
As for the quality of silk, it’s even simpler.
The types of silkworms are one thing, and the types of mulberry leaves are another.
There are requirements for the types of mulberry trees used for sericulture in later generations.
Coincidentally, silkworm farming is common in the South, and Feng Tibi happened to be from the South in his previous life.
When I was a child, some of my classmates even raised silkworms and sold them to pay for their education.
Feng Yong had no choice about the types of silkworms. He was not a druid. He could cross-breed silkworms and select the best ones, but he could choose mulberry trees.
As for planting mulberries for a few years before they can be used... those are all too old practices. I have my own scientific religion, otherwise where would Fengzhuang's tea seedlings come from?
What a great cutting!
There are long leaves in the first year and fruits in the second year, so why wait a few years?
Thinking of this, Feng Tibi couldn't help but laugh a few times.
"Brother, just say whatever you want, and your smile is so funny!"
Guan Ji pushed Feng Yong dissatisfied.
"Okay, let me tell you. Normally, people can only survive half the time raising silkworms because the silkworms are sick or infected by insect pests. As long as we find a way to remove the source of the disease, apart from the insect pests, the silkworms will naturally survive."
"Silkworms eat mulberry leaves, but there are different types of mulberry leaves. If you feed the big, thick mulberry leaves to silkworms, the resulting cocoon will not only be thick, but also tough, much better than ordinary cocoons."
Feng Yong thought about the mulberry leaves that later generations would use to raise silkworms, and made a gesture.
In this era, basically every house planted mulberry trees behind their houses, and Feng Yong saw many of them, young and old, but the leaves were rarely compared to those used for raising silkworms in later generations.
Large and thick mulberry leaves are the basic standard for sericulture, and Feng Yong still knows that.
Some mulberry trees in later generations may have been artificially cultivated, but even so, there must be original varieties, right?
You can't grow it yourself, but you can carefully select some good-looking mulberry trees as mother plants.
Guan Ji thought for a moment, frowned slightly, then her eyes lit up again, she made a "ba" sound, clasped her hands together, and her voice was slightly urgent, as if she had remembered something.
"My little sister has seen a kind of mulberry tree. Its leaves are mostly white, as big as a palm, thick and juicy." She stared at Feng Yong, but her eyes were unfocused, as if she was telling Feng Yong, and then As if mumbling to himself.
"No wonder the silk obtained from that place is not only more abundant than elsewhere, but also much better. It seems that it is true as my brother said. This is the truth."
There is such a good thing?
Feng Tibi was overjoyed and asked quickly, "Where do you find such mulberry trees?"
After hearing this, Guan Ji came back to her senses and smiled slightly, "My brother is no stranger to this family. It is the prime minister's farm."
Feng Yong's face froze.
"Prime Minister's Mansion?"
Guan Ji shook her head, "It's not the Prime Minister's Mansion, but the farm that the late emperor rewarded the Prime Minister. There is a mulberry forest planted there. Madam has to live there for a period of time every silkworm raising season, just to raise silkworms and weave cloth."
Feng Yong, the old demon Zhuge, naturally knew the property, "There are 800 mulberry trees and 15 hectares of thin fields."
I remember "Three Kingdoms" very clearly.
Some people say that fifteen hectares is a lot, fifteen hundred acres of land!
But that’s not how the accounts were calculated, and we can’t judge ancient fields from the perspective of future generations.
The information on the Shu Han Dynasty is too incomplete, but we can compare it with the Western Jin Dynasty, which is closest to the Three Kingdoms.
"Jin Shu Food and Huo Zhi" records that in the early years of the Western Jin Dynasty, there were clear regulations on the amount of land that officials could occupy: "The first-ranked person will occupy fifty hectares, the second-ranked person will occupy 45 hectares, and the third-ranked person will occupy 40 hectares...". By analogy, "the eighth grade has fifteen hectares, and the ninth grade has ten hectares."
It can be seen from this that although Zhuge Laoyao is a very popular minister, his land holdings are only equivalent to the number of land occupied by the low-level officials.
But Huang Yueying is amazing. She can grow 800 mulberry plants better than others.
Only Guan Ji said again, "The late emperor heard people say that the farm was a lucky house, so he rewarded it to the prime minister. Later, the silkworms raised in that farm every year not only produced more silk than other families, but most of them could make silk." Brocade and silk.”
"Everyone now feels that the rumors are indeed true, and the prime minister often uses this matter to say that he is deeply favored by the late emperor..."
After hearing this, Feng Yong felt really unworthy of Huang Yueying. He worked hard to plant 800 mulberry trees, worked hard to raise silkworms and weave cloth, but in the end it became Liu Bei's credit...
Where does this make sense?
Thinking of Huang Yueying's appearance again, Feng Tubol couldn't help but sigh again, if in future generations, Zhuge Lao Yao married a woman like Huang Yueying, how many people would be envious to death?
If you have a living room and a kitchen at home, you can make inventions if you have a research laboratory, you can become the president of a company...
The key point is that she has such a good figure and her genes are simply perfect!
However, Feng Yong only dared to mutter a few words in his heart, but he had to echo, "Ji Zhai is naturally a Ji Zhai, not a Ji Zhai. How can we grow such good mulberry trees?"
Regardless, Scientology was too weak at this time, so it had to bow to feudal superstition first.
"It's just that my wife's contribution is also part of this. As the saying goes, heaven is in good shape, and a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement. If it were a lazy woman, no matter how good the house was, I'd be afraid that even the mulberry trees wouldn't be able to grow."
Although Hanzhong is far away from Jincheng, as long as you have cutting technology, it will not be difficult to transport some branches.
Even if the branches cannot be transported, if the cuttings are successful in Jincheng, it will be easy to transport them again.
The most difficult thing is to ask Old Demon Zhuge for the mother plant...
Thinking of Old Demon Zhuge's temperament of wanting to scrape oil off rocks, Feng Tubiao had already imagined that bloody mouth.
But seeing Guan Ji in front of him, Feng Yong still said, "So I still want to trouble Sanniang to go back to Jincheng. Tell the Zhang family that I want to plant mulberry and see if they are willing."
If you are willing, you must be willing. How can you get money faster by growing food than by growing mulberry and hemp? How much money do you get?
This can also be regarded as a compensation for Zhang Xingyi in exchanging cheese for the credit of Zhao Guang and others.
Although this compensation is a bit large, since the target is Zhang Xingyi, it is not a big deal.
Currently, Old Demon Zhuge is in power, so he cannot please Adou and Zhang Xingcai openly, but pleasing Zhang Xingyi can be considered a roundabout way.
How can temporary investment be effective in long-term investment?
Guan Ji nodded, "I will listen to my brother. I just don't know when to set off?"
"I originally wanted to wait for the paper to be made, but I'm afraid I won't have enough time. Sanniang will see if it's convenient in the next few days and can set off at any time."
Feng Yong felt a little regretful.
Take the piece of paper and go ask Old Demon Zhuge for mulberry branches. I think you will succeed.
Therefore, now I can only hope that my own company will not let me down and can really make good paper.
But even if paper cannot be made, mulberry and hemp must continue to be grown.
If you can’t plant the kind of mulberry trees in Zhuge Lao Yao’s farm, you can also find other mulberry trees.
At most it just takes a little more time.
The most important thing about this matter is the attitude of the Zhang family.
After a while, if you really want to make paper, just ask someone to send the paper back to Jincheng.
Therefore, Guan Ji will not miss anything when she returns to Jincheng at this time.
"I understand."
After Guan Ji said this, her expression suddenly froze. After listening for a while, she stood up suddenly and looked somewhere.
Feng Yong was startled and thought something had happened. He quickly stood up and looked where Guan Ji looked. He saw several people not far away carrying backpacks and bending down to look for something from time to time.
"Huh? That's not..."
Feng Yong squinted his eyes and then said, "Amei? How did she come here?"
"It's Amei, and the doctor from the Fan family."
Guan Ji's eyesight is better than Feng Yong's, so she affirmed.
The two emerged from the grass, and several people not far away also saw it. Amei stretched out her arms and waved, and her voice came from the wind, "Master——"
Amei said something to the people next to her, so they all walked over to this side.
As he got closer, Feng Yong finally saw clearly that it was Fan A and his three disciples, followed by two old soldiers with weapons.
"I have met the Lord and Lady Guan."
Amei bowed.
"No need to be so polite."
Feng Yong stopped the people behind him from saluting, "The etiquette is for outsiders to see. I don't need so many salutes here."
As he said that, he looked at the backpack behind Amei curiously, "What are you looking for?"
"Back to my lord, my maid is learning to identify herbs with Elder Fan."
Amei replied.
"Why are you interested in studying medicine again?"
Feng Yong asked.
Amei lowered her head in embarrassment, "Your Excellency left those two medical books, and I want to study them to see if I can learn them."
Feng Yong was speechless.
Can a genius really do whatever he wants?
"Medical Engineer Fan, my maid has caused you trouble."
Feng Yong had no choice but to say to Fan A behind him.
When Fan A heard this, he quickly said with some fear, "I don't understand Feng Langjun's words. Madam Amei is so talented that even the disciples under the villain's sect can't compare."
As he said that, he glanced at Amei with some regret, "It's just a pity that Amei is a girl..."
Oh, I was wrong just now. Geniuses can indeed do whatever they want.
But what if Amei is a girl? As long as I'm here, she can do whatever she wants.
"Besides, the treasure book passed down from Madam Amei's family is a rare treasure in the eyes of medical workers like me. It's a great honor for me to be able to get a glimpse of its secrets. It's a big deal if I can teach Madam Amei something." What?"
It turns out that Amei took those two books as a trade.
Feng Yong glanced at Amei appreciatively, this girl did a good job in this matter.
Ever since he knew that Fan A had opinions about him, Feng Yong had no other solution. He could only hope that as time went by, he would personally experience the difference between the textile workshop and other places and naturally change his original ideas.
However, since he came to Hanzhong to repay the kindness of the Li family, he usually does his best within the scope of his duties.
But when Feng Yong mentioned opening a medical school and asking him to bring some disciples from the workshop, he was rejected without any room for rejection.
This made Feng Yong very depressed.
These days, medical skills are not something worth cherishing.
How many medical workers want to pass on their medical skills but can't find a successor. After all, they are from a lowly position.
I specially found someone to learn from you, but you still don’t want to teach me, so what’s the point?
How did Feng Tubolo know that the longer Fan A stayed in Nanxiang, the more terrified he became.
This Feng Mingwen monopolizes a county, organizes his own troops, and trains the army privately. Even the county magistrate has to listen to him. Isn't this not evil?
Here, even slaves are subject to orders and prohibitions.
Once the whistle blows, the entire workshop becomes silent.
Another whistle blew, and suddenly it changed from silence and no one to everyone working.
Back then, in the Cao thief's camp, we could only see such appearance from the elite camp. How could the general army be so strict in advancing and retreating?
Plus there are so many slaves, how many people are grateful to him?
Isn’t this just about winning people’s hearts?
The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was known as a rare wise man and capable minister in the world, and he had never misjudged Feng Mingwen. I am afraid that he was wrong when he called him a young hero. He should be a young hero.
It's just that I accidentally entered the wolf's den, and I don't know if I will be implicated in the future?
