"How is it different?" Zhao Yue asked.

"Chancheng rice is very adaptable, has drought tolerance and early ripening, and its yield is higher than that of our Dakang rice." Jin Feng replied.

In fact, the Dakang rice planting range is not wide, and many people would rather grow sorghum than rice.

It’s not that everyone doesn’t know that rice is delicious, but that Dakang’s original rice was too difficult to serve and the yield was not very high.

The yield of sorghum is actually not high, and it tastes astringent and thorny, but sorghum is easy to survive.

Just throw a handful of seeds into the ground and you basically don’t have to worry about it.

Therefore, most people like to grow sorghum and do not like to grow rice.

"Drought-tolerant, precocious puberty?" Zhao Yue asked, "Can you survive even if you plant it on the ridge?"

Why is rice called rice? It is because rice has high requirements for water, and it is easy to die or reduce yield if the water is cut off.

If you can live on a ridge, it will be much easier to promote it.

"No," Jin Feng explained with a smile: "We have brought back the Chameng rice. The greenhouse is a test field and planted on the ridges. We just want to test how drought-resistant it is.

Look at the one in front, it is planted in the water!”

Zhao Yue looked forward and found that there was a piece of rice planted in shallow water more than ten meters away.

In fact, it is not very good to conduct experiments in a warm room, because the various conditions in the warm room are too single.

The temperature is almost kept in a steady state and there is no wind and rain. The data produced in this way have little reference significance.

But Wei Wuya and Lao Tan were too curious about Chamengdao and would not wait for next spring

Jin Feng couldn't persuade them, so he ordered a few kilograms of rice seeds to them and asked them to make trouble.

Since planting the rice in Chameng, the two of them ran here when they had time, and even stayed in the warm room without going back at night.

In the words of Aunt Tan, Lao Tan is even more timid to these rice than to his son back then.

At this time, the two of them were squatting on the ground and turning over the soil with a small shovel. When they heard someone coming in from behind, they turned around and took a look.

"Brother Feng, are you here to see Qingcai?"

Old Tan smiled and said, "Stop looking, it hasn't grown yet!"

There are very few varieties of Dakang vegetables, and many vegetables that were common in their past lives have not yet been spread to the Central Plains.

Especially in winter, there are even fewer vegetables that can be eaten, only a few of them, such as radish, cabbage, spinach, etc.

Not to mention ordinary people, even many landlords do not have vegetables in winter, so they can only eat some pickled vegetables and other foods.

After finally living a resurgence, Jin Feng naturally would not feel wronged, so he asked Wei Wuya to plant some vegetables and hotpot for him in the greenhouse.

Wei Wuya initially refused, but Jin Feng threatened him to stop the coal in the greenhouse from letting him grow vegetables. Wei Wuya had to compromise and built two small pieces of vegetable fields in the greenhouse to plant vegetables for Jin Feng.

I have been eating pickled vegetables recently. Jin Feng is very unhappy and wants to eat some vegetables to relieve the greasiness, so I came to the greenhouse twice when I was fine.

"I'm not here to see Qingcai, but to come to see Mr. Wei for treatment." Jin Feng waved his hand.

"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Wei Wuya put down the small shovel and looked up and down at Jin Feng.

"It's not me, it's Mr. Zhao." Jin Feng quickly pointed at Zhao Yue.

Since ancient times, doctors have always had a low status. After all, in life, you and your family will inevitably experience various major and minor illnesses, and you will inevitably have to trouble the doctor.

Therefore, even if a bandit robs the Tao, it is usually not difficult for the other party to encounter a doctor.

As for famous doctors like Wei Wuya, they have a higher status.

If he wants, many powerful people are willing to hire them as private doctors.

Before Wei Wuya could speak, Zhao Yue quickly took the initiative to salute: "Doctor Wei, we are meeting again!"

Wei Wuya has been a doctor for most of his life. He has seen too many patients and family members and he has no memory of Zhao Yue at all.

However, since it was someone brought by Jin Feng, Wei Wuya did not dare to be arrogant. After returning the gift, he asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Mr. Zhao from Jinchuan City. He has always been the military advisor of General Fan of Zhenbei Army. When I went to Qingshui Valley with Hou Qing and met Dangxiang people for the first time. I didn't know anything. Mr. Zhao gave me a lot of advice!" Jin Feng introduced with a smile.

Zhao Yue knew that Jin Feng was helping him support the scene. Although he was a little embarrassed, he did not point it out.

He bowed to Wei Wuya again: "Fifteen years ago, my mother was seriously ill. It was Dr. Wei who brought her back from the gate of death! I have been in the northern border for many years and I don't have time to thank Dr. Wei again!"

"Mr. Zhao is polite. It is our responsibility to treat diseases and save people. You don't have to worry about it!" Wei Wuya said while stroking his beard.

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Zhao has suffered from a cold wind in northern Xinjiang and has been coughing recently. I would like to ask you to see it." Jin Feng explained his purpose.

"Then go back and see."

Wei Wuya greeted Lao Tan, picked up his coat and walked out of the warm room.

"Wind evil enters the body and infects the heart and lungs. I will prescribe some medicine for you to go back and take it, and then pay attention to keeping warm and don't drink cool breeze again. There is no big problem."

Wei Wuya said and picked up the brush and wrote down a single square.xyi

The little military doctor sitting beside him quickly picked up the order and went to get medicine.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei!" Zhao Yue stood up and saluted.

"Mr. Zhao, please be polite."

Wei Wuya waved his hand and looked at Jin Feng: "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Jin? If it's okay, I'll go back to the warm room."

"I really want to discuss something with my husband."

Jin Feng said as he took out a piece of manuscript paper from his arms and put it on the table: "This is a 24-solar song that the master told me back then. Mr. Wei is more familiar with the seasons, so please help me see it."

Dakang's calendar is also very backward, and many people rely on experience to estimate the planting of crops.

Sometimes the time for sowing in two villages is less than ten days because one of the villages is impatient and starts sowing early.

When the villagers saw that he started planting, others would follow.

Agriculture is the most important thing in season. For craftsmen, it is not a big problem to make a bed more than ten days earlier or more late. However, for farmers who farm, the impact of ten days on a season of crops is too great.

After Jin Feng discovered this problem, he had the idea of ​​popularizing the calendar.

The Twenty-Four Solar Songs are small calendar poems summarized by ancient sages in previous generations based on the seasons. They combine astronomy, natural laws and agricultural customs well. They can be said to be the compass of agriculture and have been used for thousands of years.

Until Jin Feng’s rebirth, the twenty-four solar terms songs were still one of the must-read texts for primary school students.xyi

"Spring rain shocks the clear valleys in spring, summer is full of light and summer heat is connected..."

Wei Wuya picked up the manuscript paper and chanted it in a low voice.

The Twenty-Four Solar Songs are a small poem formed by taking a word from each solar term and combining it. They have no meaning in themselves.

If you don’t understand the solar terms, you won’t understand them at all.

Dakang does not have the solar terms such as the Spring Equinox Grain Rain. Although Jin Feng just said the Twenty-Four Solar Songs about the season, Wei Wuya still couldn't understand it.

He didn't pretend to understand. After reading it, he frowned and asked, "What does this little poem mean?"

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Since then, we have parted ways and we will meet again in countless years. Some people have no reunion period.

Some people around them were still waving slowly, but they had not let go for a long time, while others were silent, quite sad.

After four years of college, I have been through the friendship I have accumulated, and it is always difficult to let go of.

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The emperors who had just resisted the thunder tribulation once again almost subconsciously dispersed. The next moment, the golden light column had already rushed into the cloud of catastrophe.

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The train left, and the vibration of the rails brought large yellow fallen leaves and the bleak autumn.

Wang Xuan watched until the train gradually disappeared, and he took back his gaze and sent away several classmates.

Since then, we have parted ways and we will meet again in countless years. Some people have no reunion period.

Some people around them were still waving slowly, but they had not let go for a long time, while others were silent, quite sad.

After four years of college, I have been through the friendship I have accumulated, and it is always difficult to let go of.

The afterglow of the sunset shines on the falling yellow leaves, the light and shadows are mottled, and the feeling of the passing of time is intertwined.

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