When Fei Qian wielded his sickle and symbolically cut off the mature crops on the field outside Pingyang City that nominally belonged to Fei Qian, the autumn harvest officially began.
Farming and mulberry trees, at any time, are the foundation among foundations.
Only labor is real, and only workers can make people feel closest to life, a living person around them.
Therefore, even the emperor would personally go to the fields to farm in spring and autumn, and Fei Qian naturally needed to do the same.
People-friendly, some rituals may seem cumbersome, but they are also necessary.
In fact, when it comes to harvesting crops, when you stand on the ridge of the field, huddle under the shade of a tree, and watch others working, you will certainly be filled with joy. That feeling of happiness when facing the harvest will make most people satisfied from the bottom of their hearts.
The joy can overflow, but when you really stand in the field, there is not so much happiness.
The awns are so sharp that they can easily pierce through Gebu and penetrate into the skin. Once the thorns are pierced, a small red spot will appear, which is painful and itchy. Even though Fei hid and experienced the wind and sand, he did not have much resistance. After a while, his body
There were patches of red spots on my legs and hands.
The sickle is also not easy to use. If you use it with an unskilled hand, if you use light force, you will not be able to cut the wheat stalks, but if you use heavy force, because the sickle is counter-edged, it is easy to cut yourself...
The fishy smell of earth accompanied the footsteps and steamed directly to the face and nose.
Sweat rushed out from the head and every pore on the body, and then dripped to the ground along the roots of the hair, along the cheeks, and along the skin with every step and every swing of the sickle.
This is heavy labor.
But it's also a happy moment.
At least the people in Pingyang, the surrounding farmers, and the soldiers were all watching happily, watching Fei Qian and his wife cutting wheat by themselves in the field.
Huang Yueying wrapped her head with Gebu and wore a Gebu robe. She followed Fei Qian, gathered up the wheat straw that Fei Qian had cut to the ground, and then tied it up. She was panting and sweating profusely.
"...The fine grains are cultivated, and the crops are planted in the south of the country. The grains are spread over hundreds of grains, and the real people are living..."
"...The tea and polygonum have ceased to decay, and the millet and millet have ceased to flourish. Harvest the harvest, and accumulate the chestnuts..."
"...It is as high as Yong, and it is like a comb. It opens a hundred rooms, and the hundred rooms are full..."
On the ridge of the field, behind the soldiers who lined up to protect them, there seemed to be students from the academy, chanting loudly, which immediately attracted waves of echoes.
"General Zhengxi also condescended to work so hard, we should be more diligent!"
"Farming and mulberry trees are the foundation of the country! The General of the Expedition to the West is doing it personally. With such attention, we can expect a bumper harvest in the autumn..."
"The generals who conquered the west worked hard! The Han Dynasty has such virtuous ministers and generals, so why worry about the instability of the country and the unrest in the world?"
"That's right, that's right..."
While everyone was talking happily, they looked at Fei Qian and Huang Yueying, who were walking one behind the other in the field, as if they were in a zoo in later generations, standing outside the railings, chirping and gesticulating, looking at two clay pigs, a male and a female.
The monkey is digging the ground...
Orange sesame wheat skin...
Have you paid for the tickets?
At this moment, Fei Qian didn't have much energy to complain, nor could he care about the Book of Songs, or the demeanor of a general who conquered the West. At this moment, he was not in such a mood at all.
Bending down and working for a long time has made Fei Qian's waist feel sore and swollen. At the same time, waving his arms hundreds of times has also made his arms and shoulder blades overwhelmed. Fei Qian seems to be able to hear every time he swings the sickle.
, the screams of muscles and bones...
Fortunately, the piece of land that Fei Qian picked was not very big. He gritted his teeth and persisted, and finally reached the end of the field. When Fei Qian cut the last cluster of wheat stalks in front of him to the ground, the ritual officials accompanied him like an aria.
With a general voice, Fei Qian's autumn harvest ceremony was declared officially over.
Fei Qian swayed before standing still, and straightened up little by little.
There was no way, the waist was completely stiff, and after finally standing up straight, Fei Qian forced a smile, nodded towards the surroundings, handed the sickle to the guard on the side, turned around, and helped Huang Yueying,
I staggered slightly to the head of the field and sat on the paved mat.
A group of guards quickly erected the curtains that had been prepared before and after Fei Qian, covered Fei Qian and his wife in the curtains, and then guarded the left and right...
It could be said to be a show before, so naturally the more people can see it, the better. Now that the performance is over, the tired look of the two people can no longer be displayed in front of everyone's eyes.
Fei Qian gasped and let the maid kneeling beside him wipe her head and face with a wet towel that had been twisted long ago. She drank two more bowls of water one after another before she recovered slightly. Then she straightened her arms and let
The maid slowly took off her long gloves.
The simple gloves made by Gebu were already somewhat tattered by the cutting of wheat leaves. It is conceivable that without these gloves, the tatters might be on the backs of his own hands.
"How is it?" Fei Qian turned and asked Huang Yueying, "Were you not cut?"
Huang Yueying also took off the Gebu gloves by the maid, then looked at them and said: "...Fortunately...these gloves are not bad...Lang Jun, if..."
Fei Qian shook his head and said: "...Although it's good, they can't bear to part with it..."
How can ordinary farmers be willing to use Gebu to make gloves?
Huang Yueying understood what was said, so she said nothing more and just sighed softly.
Fei Qian smiled and said: "Don't worry, the plow at home is more practical than this glove... In the past two days, it can be handed over to the big workshop for mass production. After the autumn harvest, it will be sold in Pingyang and Yinshan.
Land, try it out first..."
Huang Yueying opened her eyes wide and said: "That plowshare? Didn't Mr. Lang say some time ago that it needed some improvement?"
"I'll try and change it at the same time..." Fei Qian smiled, half seriously and half jokingly, "If it works, this Huang Shili will probably become famous all over the world..."
Huang Yueying blinked her eyes, thought for a moment, and then said a little uneasily: "...Lang Jun... I want to go back first..."
"Want to go back and take another look and make some changes? Okay, you can go back first..." Fei Qian said, "Shiyuan said he was coming soon, I'll wait for him here..."
After Huang Yueying got Fei Qian's approval, she hurried back to the mansion with her people. Obviously, although Fei Qian's words were a bit exaggerated, Huang Yueying was quite serious.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, although there were iron tools and ox farming, the iron farm tools at that time were mostly small hoe, hoes, hoes and the like. The number of iron plows was very small, and their shapes were primitive. The promotion of ox farming was still rudimentary, until the Han Dynasty.
, marked by the invention and promotion of the "coupling plow", iron plow and cattle farming became popular in the Yellow River Basin and spread to other areas.
However, the coupling plow is too heavy and heavy, and due to the requirements of livestock, it cannot be afforded by most farmers. Therefore, the curved shaft plow can be regarded as an earth-shattering invention for this era.
But the problem is that although Fei Qian knows that the curved shaft plow is better than the coupling plow or the straight shaft plow, he has no intuitive concepts and impressions, and even the basic structure and layout are not very clear.
Under such circumstances, how to turn the three simple words "quyuanli" from words into physical objects has become a research topic in Huang Yueying's small workshop.
Huang Yueying believed that the curved shaft plow described by Fei Qian would indeed be better and simpler than the coupling plow currently in use, so she burst out with considerable enthusiasm and took the craftsmen to study it in the small workshop inside the mansion, but said
It sounds easy, but actually doing it is not easy.
How long should the plowshare be? What is the curvature of the plow shaft? How sharp and angle should the plow blade be? Should the plow tip be self-standing or inclined...
These need to be experimented bit by bit.
The land next to the small workshop in the backyard of my home has been plowed back and forth countless times.
Plowing, plowing back, compacting, plowing again, just like this, it took nearly a year...
Fortunately, at least Feiqian generally knew a direction.
Although it may not be in the most perfect state yet, it is time to take it out now.
As the population increases, the demand for food is also increasing. If the yield per mu cannot be expanded, it means increasing the planting area, and expanding the farming area will increase the labor cost of management. In conversion, it is better to use other technologies
, it is more cost-effective to increase the current output per unit area...
Such as the Quyuan plow and retting.
The curved shaft plow can increase the depth of plowing, save manpower, and invisibly increase the precision of farming, which can increase the original output by at least about 20%. The retting fertilizer supplements the field capacity and allows crops to adopt more sophisticated methods.
For intensive farming, generally speaking, the yield per mu can be increased by at least 10 to 20%...
Although an agriculturist named Si Shengzhi previously proposed that "those who cannot manure in thin fields should be sown with original silkworm and grass hybrids, then the grass will be free of insects." He also formulated a series of formulas for retting the fields, just like fertilizing the fields.
The traditional Chinese medicine decoctions prescribed are general, such as "file one stone of horse bone, add three stones of water, boil for three times; strain out and soak five pieces of aconite with juice" etc., but unfortunately it has not been widely circulated.
Even such methods are treasured by those who know them and are not easily shown to others...
Such behavior can only make people feel helpless.
Therefore, retting was also a brand-new technology for most farmers in the Han Dynasty...
Now that the Pingyang Bingbei area is basically stable, these new technologies can be taken out and used after the autumn harvest to make reserves for next year.
Whether it's Hongnong, Guanzhong, or even Jizhou in the surrounding areas, at this point in time, I'm afraid they are more concerned about how many soldiers Fei Qian has and how to mobilize their troops. As for these agricultural and mulberry matters, most of them will be ignored...
By the time these people come to their senses and begin to notice something is wrong with Feiqian's grain output, it may have been a season, or even two or three seasons later. Once the gap widens, it may not be too late to catch up.
What's more, Fei Qian still has something in his hand...
"See the Lord..."
Pang Tong, led by his guards, came to the tent and bowed his hands in greetings.
"Shi Yuan is here, come and sit down..."
Fei Qian waved his hand and asked the maids on the side to step aside first, and then said, "How long has it been since you arrived?"
Pang Yi had a serious look on his face and looked at his nose and mouth. After all the maids had walked out of the curtain, he smiled and returned to his playful smile: "...I've been here a long time ago...General Zhengxi"
This big drama needs to be done carefully..."
"If you want to drink water, pour it yourself..." Fei Qian laughed, not bothering to pay attention to Pang Tong's teasing, and asked, "How do you feel after a trip to Yinshan Mountain?"
Pang Tong was not polite. He took the jug, poured a bowl, drank it, and then said: "Zuo Yuanfang is indeed extraordinary! He opened an altar to teach Taoism, spread Taoist water, and burned talismans to eliminate disasters... This place in Yinshan Mountain
At that time, the people in Heishan were completely free of hostility. Not only that, he was regarded as a wise man by the barbarians, and he was so awed that he did not hesitate to travel long distances just to get a glimpse of him..."
"Just say what you want to say..." Fei Qian said.
"People are easily confused..." Pang Tong glanced at Fei Qian, and then said, "Zuo Yuanfang is a smart man, so it may be okay, but from now on... you have to be careful..."
In fact, it was not that Pang Tong believed how smart Zuo Ci was, but that he saw the four Taoist priests who were guarding Zuo Ci and never left his side. The four were originally soldiers of the Huang family in Jingxiang, but now they were wearing Taoist robes.
With these four personal guards, Zuo Ci might be a little embarrassed no matter what he wanted to do.
"Zuo Yuanfang..." Fei Qian thought for a while and said slowly, "After the spring plowing in Yinshan next year, we can transfer it back... Then it will be located in the west of Pingyang, and a new Taoist palace will be built... When necessary, we can go back
Scheduling... As for Yinshan Taoism, if you send others, they will be replaced every two years..."
The human heart is easily deceived, and there is nothing wrong with that, but it is also forgetful.
The people of Montenegro have just migrated to Yinshan. They have to start over and build everything from scratch. They are unsettled and extremely insecure. The arrival of Zuo Ci just makes up for this psychological need and lack.
Therefore, it is reasonable for the people of Yinshan to accept Zuo Ci so quickly.
But as Pang Tong reminded, a very seditious person like Zuo Ci cannot stay in one place for too long...
When they have no food and clothing, and no hope, people who have nothing are the easiest to be incited. If you are not careful, a small spark will spread into a raging flame because of a trivial matter. But when you have
In industry, when there are seedlings in front of you and there is hope for autumn, it is naturally not so easy to go to extremes.
Therefore, when the people of Montenegro can clearly see the possibility of survival, the possibility of renewed riots will gradually decrease.
"What the Lord said is true... In addition..." Pang Tong pondered for a while and said, "Continuous campaigns will inevitably lead to widows and widowers... At the time of autumn harvest, you can choose warriors and march with your strategy... I don't know what you are doing...
Do you think so?"
Military matchmaking, that is, in the name of General Zhengxi, assigned marriages to orphaned men and widowed women.
When Fei Qian heard this, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. After all, Pang Tong was still careful. He had not thought of this. He immediately nodded and said, "This is a great strategy! I immediately ordered the selection of personnel. During the Qiuji period, in the suburbs of Pingyang
, a code of marching uniforms!”
People's hearts and minds are built in these little things.
Once you have a family, cares, and hopes, you just have to work hard, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard you risk your life, you will grit your teeth and move forward without saying a word, just to give yourself something.
Wife and children, hold up a world...
From ancient times to the present, Chinese men have always been like this.
