Not noticing Sun Simiao's abnormality, Xiao Han stopped the song and stood up, but he still couldn't control his excitement! Looking at the guqin that had been accompanying him for many days, he recited a poem he once liked very much without even thinking about it.
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There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.”
"What a poem! What a poem!"
As soon as Xiao Han finished speaking, someone not far away was clasping hands and laughing! When Xiao Han and Sun Simiao heard the sound, they both raised their heads and looked up. Only then did they realize that it was Lao Feng, the magistrate of Jishui County, who was here again.
Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Xiao Han immediately laughed and said jokingly: "Haha, Lao Feng, why are you late today? I said you are too tired to run in both directions every day, why don't I get you a room here and stay there?
Get it here!"
Old Feng's face was flushed today, and he quickly bowed his hands to Xiao Han and Sun Simiao: "I have met Mr. Hou, and I have met Dr. Sun! Excuse me, I just heard Xiao Hou compose a poem, and I have to admire Mr. Hou's literary talent.
As for staying here for a long time, of course it is my wish! But I really can’t get away from things in the county, so I can only come here to visit during the day and deal with some official business at night! Otherwise, here I will be accompanied by the music of Xiao Hou and the Taoist priests.
With people’s guidance, it’s really like living in a fairy cave!”
What Xiao Han loves to hear most now is others praising his piano, which means that his hard work has not been in vain. He happily raised his hand and returned the gift. Xiao Han pulled a small stool from the side and said to him: "Old
Feng, you are really good at complimenting people, come on, come on, after walking such a long way, come here and sit down and rest!"
"Haha, thank you so much, Xiao Hou!" They were already familiar with each other. Old Feng didn't show any politeness when he saw this. He cupped his hands and came over to sit down.
Sitting in front of the table, Lao Feng picked up the teapot with ease and gave Xiao Han and Sun Simiao a bowl of tea each. Then he poured a bowl for himself, took a sip, closed his eyes and said comfortably: "Good tea! Good.
Poetry! I have heard that Xiaohou’s delicacies and poetry are unparalleled. I only ate delicious food and drank fairy tea before, but I never had the opportunity to listen to the supreme poetry. I didn’t expect that I would actually see it today!”
Xiao Han put away the guqin with a smile and said to Lao Feng: "Okay, don't praise me anymore. If you praise me again, I will go to heaven! If you want tea, just tell me and let someone pack it for you before leaving.
That’s the last point. But I don’t have too much, these are also brought here from Chang’an!”
After saying that, Xiao Han shook his head again, thinking about the few tea leaves he had left, and said: "Hey, everything in Hanzhong is good, but there are not many people who grow tea. It's a pity that there are so many good mountains and rivers."
"Hey..." Old Feng didn't hesitate when Xiao Han revealed his thoughts. He grinned, pointed at the towering mountains in the distance with his tea bowl and said, "Don't dare to refuse this gift from Xiao Hou! I have thanked Xiao Hou! However, you just
What you said is a bit wrong. It’s not that there are no tea trees here, but that there were wars every day in the past few years. It was too late to grow food, so how could you have time to take care of the tea trees? Apart from anything else, there were several in our Jishui County before.
The tea mountain was abandoned later, and I don’t know if the tea trees on it are still alive.”
"Yes, if you can't fill your stomach, how can you care about enjoying other things?!" Xiao Han also felt something after listening to Lao Feng's words. He lit it and said, "If nothing else, these tea leaves are basically
It comes from an abandoned tea mountain. I guess the situation there was similar to this one."
Old Feng also nodded in the same way, put down the tea bowl, looked at Xiao Han and said: "What Xiao Hou said is absolutely true! Food is the foundation of a farm. Without food, all tea and cloth are just talk! Old Feng, I am not in a hurry now, but I am in a hurry.
Lord Marquis, your rice here has matured, so that we can improve it and improve it there."
When Lao Feng said this, Xiao Han immediately stopped laughing, and the sadness caused by him just disappeared without a trace: "Haha, you! I can't live without this rice in three words! Don't worry, I promised to give you the seeds.
I won’t break my promise!”
Old Feng's face turned red, and he cupped his hands and said: "Hahahaha, it's Old Feng, I'm impatient, come on, come on, I'll punish myself with three drinks!"
As he said this, Lao Feng reached out to touch the teapot, but Xiao Han snatched it away: "What the hell, how many cups can this pot hold in total? What are we going to drink if you punish me?"
"Hehe, then I will be punished with two drinks..." Lao Feng still wanted to fight for it, but both Xiao Han and Sun Simiao widened their eyes angrily: "Go aside!"
Under the willow tree, the three people laughed and cursed happily. The Tang Dynasty had this advantage: in the official court, everyone's status was clearly divided!
But in private, things like status and class are downplayed a lot. Except for people with ulterior motives, even people with vastly different statuses can sit together and chat and brag.
The behavior of a gentleman, who is proud of his superiors but not his subordinates, who bullies the strong but not the weak, is vividly demonstrated at this time.
Lao Feng is a seventh-grade county magistrate without any background, and his status as a prince is completely different from that of Xiao Han! But Lao Feng, whose status is so different, can argue with Xiao Han easily. He has to start from the original 30% rice seed.
The reason for mentioning 40% is that there is no better rice planting land in Hanzhong than in his Jishui County.
Sun Simiao stood on the sidelines and watched, while Xiao Han shrugged helplessly. In the end, he could only say that he would wait until the rice matures and then look at the yield. If the third-season rice could not keep up with the local rice, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?
Xiao Han was a little worried about these imported three-crop rice, but Lao Feng was very optimistic. The Jishui County under his jurisdiction, as the name suggests, is a place where water is concentrated.
The Han River, Lengshui River, and many other small rivers pass through here, so rice has always been the main planting object in the county. Regarding rice, he, Old Feng, can still distinguish good from bad! If nothing else, just look at this list
Judging from the size of the plant, you know that its yield will definitely not be low!
After draining the tea in the tea bowl, Old Feng raised his head and looked at the green rice fields with eager eyes. He suddenly felt that what he had done a few days ago was the wisest thing in his life!
I have forgotten the day when he got the news from a farmer who returned home: Mr. Hou from Chang'an was trying to plant a new type of rice with high yield and fast growth under the Qinling Mountains!
Where could Lao Feng sit down after hearing this news?! The greeting card for Xiao Han hadn't arrived yet, but the person had arrived first! Ren Qing's men blocked the intersection and refused to let him in, so he spent the whole afternoon trying hard, and finally
The shock made Ren Qing lose his temper and let him see Sanjidao.
At that time, Xiao Han was not so polite when he saw Lao Feng for the first time. Mainly because he had watched a lot of operas in later generations, and had never been interested in the position of county magistrate before coming to the Tang Dynasty.
After all, in the play, the county magistrate basically looks like a clown with a painted face. He sits in the courtroom, randomly judges unjust, false and wrong cases, and then accepts bribes later, making people want to eat his flesh.
It was Lao Feng in front of him who made Xiao Han change his role as county magistrate.
A county official's status is equivalent to the county magistrate, county party committee secretary, public security bureau director, health bureau director, urban management bureau director, transportation bureau director and other countless positions in later generations.
But it was such a person who, after seeing three-season rice, didn’t even hesitate at all. He rolled up his trouser legs and went to the field to compare it with ordinary rice! Even if his official uniform was covered with mud, he didn’t care.
This was not a show, Xiao Han could tell! It could be seen from the fact that he didn't bother to wipe away the muddy water at that time and begged himself to leave some seeds for the people under his rule!
I can't stand a guy covered in mud and water being rough on me, especially when he always looks like he's about to pounce on me and hug my thigh at any moment.
Xiao Han finally agreed to Lao Feng's request. Anyway, these three-season rice were intended to be used as seeds. Who should be planted for them?
After achieving his goal, Lao Feng solemnly thanked Xiao Han on behalf of the people of the county. Xiao Han was envious of Xiao Han's ability to switch between rogues and loyal ministers at any time.
It was from then on that Lao Feng came to see the rice seedlings every day, rain or shine! The wind blew so hard a few days ago that Lao Feng ran over in the middle of the night, leaving his shoes in the muddy water.
I am afraid that the strong wind will blow the rice down.
