"Broken sickle, I'll get a harvester to replace you sooner or later!" Xiao Han muttered as he walked towards the guest room.
The Sinong Temple officials who live here arrived yesterday evening, but because of the long journey, those people were extremely tired when they got here! After arriving, they only had time to say a few polite words before Ren Qing noticed the clues.
Arrange to rest in the guest room.
It was already past early morning, but the guest room was very quiet. Xiao Han walked to the door and saw no one, so he had to knock twice on the door.
"Wait a moment." An unhappy voice sounded from the guest room.
Xiao Han stopped and looked around boredly. This was the first time for him to come to these wooden houses that were temporarily used as guest rooms.
Soon, the door of the house was opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe came out of the house.
"I've met the Marquis." After the middle-aged man went out, he saw Xiao Han in front of him. After a pause, he smiled and bowed to him.
Xiao Han stood there, returned the gift, looked into the room, and saw no one else, then asked a little strangely: "Huh? Where are the people with you?"
The middle-aged man smiled like the spring breeze on his face, and replied gently to Xiao Han: "Back to the Marquis, the others have gone to Hanzhong City to hand over the orders early in the morning. Only the officials are left here to wait for your summons, the Marquis."
"Summoned?" Xiao Han curled his lips. Maybe it was because he had a natural dislike for guys who were handsomer than him. Anyway, he felt a little unhappy when he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Forget it if you summon me, I'm just a small county prince. Hey, what's your name? There were a lot of people yesterday, so I couldn't remember your name right now!"
Listening to Xiao Han's straightforward statement that he didn't know his name, the middle-aged man didn't have any trace of shame or anger on his face. He still said humbly and politely: "Master Hou, noble people often forget things. I am just a small minister of Sinong Temple."
That’s all, my surname is Wang and my given name is Chong’an.”
"Wang Chongan?" Xiao Han looked at him and smiled, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly said to him: "What a pity, I used to think that the people in Sinong Temple were just skinny old farmers! But I didn't expect that,
There are scholars and literati like you here, why don’t you go to Chongwen Hall?”
The smile on the middle-aged man's face did not change. A gust of wind blew by, and his long robe fluttered in the wind: "The Marquis is joking. The sage once said: A gentleman has no power! Whether it is the Chongwen Hall, the Sinong Temple, or the general prison.
, where are there no literati? Or is there something that literati can’t do?”
"Haha, you are right!" Xiao Han suddenly laughed. He felt that the junior official from Sinong Temple in front of him seemed a bit interesting.
But he couldn't tell what was interesting, he just felt that this person was a little different from other scholars.
No matter what, he was not annoyed, and Xiao Han also lost his intention to be troublesome.
Returning to the normal etiquette, they exchanged a few polite words, and Xiao Han invited him to take a look at the three-season rice harvest. Wang Chongan still smiled and agreed. It seemed that there was no other expression on his face, and he was always calm.
Look.
He led the way, and Wang Chongan followed a body behind. There seemed to be a strange brilliance in his eyes when he looked around.
Xiao Han didn't find it strange at all that Li Yuan would send people from Sinong Temple.
After all, more than half a month ago, he submitted an official document stating that the three-season rice in Hanzhong was about to mature. After two seasons of cultivation and exploration, the results of its habits and yields were roughly achieved, and the experimental planting should be ended.
!The next step is large-scale promotion.
It stands to reason that when Chang'an receives the official document, they will send people down to inspect it and then formulate future plans!
But at that time, both Xiao Han and Ren Qing thought that even if the people sent this time were not as highly respected as Mr. Xiao Yu, they were at least people of similar status. They never expected that only a few people from Sinong Temple would come.
Little official, is it possible that there is some mystery behind this?
The disadvantage of being far away from Chang'an is that there is no information. Xiao Han has no way of knowing what Li Yuan is thinking. Now he can only take one step at a time.
The wooden house and the rice field were built adjacent to each other, so within a few steps, the two of them had reached the end of the field.
Walking in the fields, people were busy harvesting in front of them. After seeing the rice fields, Wang Chongan, who had always been unfazed, finally showed a hint of hope.
Quickly walking into a field that had not yet been harvested, Wang Chongan first stroked the heavy ears of rice, and then pulled out a rice stalk to examine it carefully.
He looked at it very carefully, looking at almost every leaf for a while. At the end, he even didn't let go of the dirt on it. He crushed them one by one with his hands, and then brought it to his nose to smell it.
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Xiao Han looked at him like this and took a step back calmly. However, he would not tell Wang Chongan that in order to raise the land, he specially made a lot of rice fields and threw them into the fields...
Turning the rice over in his hand and checking it carefully, Wang Chongan finally carefully removed the ears of rice, rubbed off the rice husks with skillful techniques, and counted them one by one.
After a while, Wang Chongan raised his head and asked Xiao Han, who was so bored that he kicked the dirt at his feet: "Master Hou, this new type of rice has large ears and grains, so the yield should not be low, right?"
Xiao Han replied without raising his head: "Anyway, I calculated it during the last harvest and estimated that there was 30% more rice than usual!"
"Thirty percent! That's really a lot!" Wang Chongan nodded silently, without the ecstatic expressions of others when he first heard it. Instead, he asked: "Master Hou, this soil seems to be of average fertility. If it were replaced by Tianzihao's fertile land, could it be made?
Can its output be higher?"
"Three percent is not enough?" Xiao Han raised his head and looked at Wang Chongan strangely. Didn't he say that literati are the most particular about not forcing things?
Wang Chongan glanced at Xiao Han, guessing what he was thinking, and cupped his hands and said to him: "Forgive me, Lord Marquis, I need to have a more accurate understanding of it."
Xiao Han waved his hand and said: "I haven't tried this, but even if it can increase production, there is not much room for it."
Wang Chongan nodded and then asked: "Master Hou, what about water? Are there any requirements for water? I just saw a field confiscated and there is still a lot of water in it. Are there any requirements?"
"It doesn't matter, that's my field, and the fish raised in it..." At this point, Xiao Han's head felt a dull pain again.
Sure enough, this is another guy who is meticulous about his job! Xiao Han is most afraid of dealing with such people. If he blurs a piece of data or says a wrong word, he will be questioned for a long time!
"Wait a minute, I have a manual here that records their growth. Remember it clearly from breeding to harvest! Just wait here for a while and I'll get it for you!" Xiao Han hurriedly stepped back, leaving Wang Chongan alone.
Stay where you are and marvel.
"Is there such a book? It's like a scholar taking notes?"
