Magistrate Hua County raised his sweaty head and saw an old man with a strange face standing on the field ridge. He couldn't tell his age. He could say eighty, and he could be close to a hundred. Such a birthday man must be treated with courtesy.
, What's more, the old man has an extraordinary bearing, but he doesn't have a Zhulizhang at such an age. If he said that he was born in a small household, he wouldn't believe it.
Before he could put down the potatoes in his hand, he bent down and replied: "I really don't deserve the title of county honorable person in front of my father-in-law. Just call me by my cousin Chengduo. It's too hot here. Wansheng will help you go under the shed to avoid the sun."
Take a drink of water. What do you have to say? Wan Sheng is all ears."
Yan Zhitui smiled and nodded, letting Magistrate Hua help him to sit under the pergola. The Yun family did not send anyone to the fields, but prepared several large barrels of herbal tea for them to quench their thirst. Magistrate Hua picked a clean bowl and poured it with
After rinsing the tea, he poured more than half a bowl of tea before offering it to Yan Zhitui with both hands.
Yan Zhitui did not refuse, took it and took a sip. He only felt it was slightly bitter, but the aftertaste was sweet and moist. He smiled and said to Magistrate Hua: "It's a good thing. Seeing that you are sweating profusely, drink it too."
A bowl will relieve the heat. I haven't left home for ten years. My children and grandchildren are worried that I will die outside and won't let them go out. Seeing their filial piety, I have given up the idea of going out. Now it seems that I am at a huge loss.
As soon as I go out, I encounter the auspicious harvest that has not been seen in thousands of years. This is a blessing. I heard that the output of one acre of land is as much as twenty dan. Cheng Duo, you are a people-friendly official. Tell me, I heard you right. "
Magistrate Hua, who had just drank a large bowl of herbal tea, narrowed his eyes when he smiled. He washed the potatoes he had just harvested with water, gave them to Yan Zhitui and said, "Don't laugh at me, I will harvest them myself."
One acre of land was re-measured by the scribes with measuring ropes. There was no mistake. A full harvest of 3,162 kilograms and four taels was made. In order to worry that the land was fat and thin, this was not another measurement.
Is it an acre? I am going to make a comparison. Judging from the current harvest situation, the difference is not too far. These potatoes are indeed the most auspicious in the Tang Dynasty."
When Yan Zhitui heard this, he also grinned. As long as this thing is spread and cultivated in the Tang Dynasty, there will no longer be the worry of hunger. He took the potato in his hand and looked at it over and over. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He asked again
Magistrate Hua County: "Chengduo, can these potatoes be used as food to fill our stomachs?"
"Yes, yes, potatoes are both vegetable and grain. They taste delicious when cooked. They are soft and glutinous after being steamed. They are the ideal meal for a birthday boy like the old man."
Yan Zhitui put his hands on his hands and laughed, and said to Magistrate Hua: "Can I buy a few kilograms and go back to taste them and feel the good fortune brought by the auspiciousness? Maybe I can live a few more days."
"It's just as it should be. Wan Sheng decided to give me fifty pounds to my husband. I'm ashamed to say that these potatoes are for growing crops next year. Otherwise, it doesn't hurt to give me more."
Yan Zhitui shook his head and said to Magistrate Hua: "It's not easy for you to be a magistrate. Now you are working in the fields yourself, sweating profusely under the scorching sun, and working tirelessly to take care of the people. How can I let your virtue be stained? You have three or five kilograms."
That's enough, I still understand why my parents will starve to death and not eat the food they grow."
Seeing the solemn look on the old man's face, Magistrate Hua County nodded, returned to the field, picked the three largest ones and presented them to Yan Zhidui. When he saw the old servant preparing to pay, he quickly waved his hand and said: "My husband is old and virtuous.
It is natural for Wansheng to give you a tribute. If you want to charge money, I will put my junior to shame. You can rest assured that Wansheng bought it with his own money and will never let my father-in-law's thoughts go to waste.
Yan Zhitui grinned again, patted Magistrate Hua on the shoulder, got on the bullock cart accompanied by the old servant, and drove towards Yunjiazhuangzi.
The chief clerk came close to Magistrate Hua and looked at the oxcart in the distance and asked: "My lord, do you know this old man? I think he has an extraordinary bearing. He must not be an ordinary person."
"Isn't it important for ordinary people? Our age alone is enough for us to treat each other respectfully and politely. Why not do such a thing by giving three potatoes to create a good relationship?"
The chief clerk said with a smile: "The yield of these potatoes is so astonishing. When all the wasteland and slopes in the county are planted with potatoes next year, the county magistrate's ambition will definitely be realized."
"Stop flattering me and work more. I'm leaving. Why don't you take my place? There are all good things to do. Work hard in one place. Plant potatoes first next year and then you'll be happy."
The two of them joked with each other and went to the fields again. When they saw the potatoes dug out all over the ground, their hearts suddenly felt hot.
Yan Zhitui was sitting in the bullock cart, looking at the three potatoes beside him in a daze. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have dismissed it as nonsense. He just stood at the edge of the field and used some military skills to scan the potatoes that had just been dug out in front of him.
When I took another potato and weighed it, I knew that Magistrate Hua was not lying. He had indeed harvested three thousand kilograms from one acre of land. This could not be false.
The oxcart climbed up a slope, and when it reached the top, Yan Zhitui ordered the oxcart to stop. He lifted up the curtain and looked down at the Yunjia Village at the foot of the mountain. Under the bright sunlight, the entire village was clearly visible.
Connecting the official road is a wide stone road, passing through the tall archway of the Yun family, and extending into the green mountains. A few cornices are faintly visible in the mountains, and the sound of bells can be heard in the distance, giving people a sense of peace.
A feeling of paradise.
A large tall building is very conspicuous at the foot of the mountain. Needless to say, this is the Yun Mansion. Although there are half houses around it, they are all exquisite small courtyards with red bricks and green tiles. It is already lunch time, and the light blue
The smoke drifts out from the chimneys of every house, giving people a sense of tranquility and comfort.
The small market in front of Yunfu Gate is very lively, with people coming and going. Just now, many double-driving carriages passed by the ox carts, and you can still smell the fragrance. I don’t know whose house it is.
's female relatives.
Yan Zhitui smiled again and told the old servant to turn around and go to the cornfield to take another look. Now Yan Zhitui was far more interested in corn than Yun Ye. Knowledge is the food of the spirit. Yan Zhitui studied
This thing in his life has long been no longer limited to external objects. After studying it for a long time, he found that he was always going in circles. The truly good emperors in history all started with basic necessities. As long as the people had enough to eat and warm clothes,
, there is no obstacle in the world that cannot be overcome. The thick history books only say two words, food and clothing. With food and clothing, foreigners can only submit obediently. With food and clothing, knowledge will bloom everywhere, and there will be
When it comes to food and clothing, no matter whose empire is iron-clad, the people actually don't care who becomes the emperor. What is orthodox or unorthodox is just a matter of two barks from scholars and scholars, and it has nothing to do with the overall situation.
So he was looking forward to the corn giving him another big surprise. "Boy, if the corn is good, I will admit that you are a true disciple of the gods." Yan Zhitui said to himself.
The oxcart turned off the main road and slowly arrived at the edge of the corn field along the small dirt road between heaven and earth. The tall corn stretched out its long leaves and stood quietly in the field. When the wind blew, it made a rustling sound.
The male flowers on the top would shake off countless pollen. Yan Zhitui sneezed and climbed a corn plant from head to toe, and then from feet to top. Is this obviously a very big sorghum plant? It is very tall.
For example, the leaves are much wider than sorghum, and the pole is thicker than sorghum. There is a cylindrical thing inserted diagonally. Needless to say, this must be the fruit of corn.
Without calling the old servant, Yan Zhitui broke off an ear of corn with great effort and tore open the outer husk. Sure enough, the plump corn kernels grew in rows on the cob. When he pinched it with his hand, milky white juice flowed out. Yan Zhidui
I peeled off a kernel of corn, stuffed it into my mouth and tasted it carefully. The unique sweet aroma of grain filled my mouth, and I couldn't help but peel off a few more kernels to taste the sweet taste.
The Yun family's nurse who was looking after the corn had long since discovered these two corn thieves. They were so audacious and came to steal the corn in broad daylight. They really didn't regard the uncle as a human being and hurried over to prepare to beat the two of them severely.
The thief boy paused for a moment, but he didn't dare to move when he got there. Without him, the two corn thieves were too old, even older than his grandfather. He swore that one of them was the oldest he had ever seen.
people.
When a person reaches seventy, everyone in the world has the obligation to provide for them. This obligation not only refers to the country, but also to the Yun family, including the villagers. Even if he commits a crime, no one will be held accountable. It's amazing to take his nephew to take the blame. If he hurts
If you fall in love with such a person, the government will chase you back and convict you if you go to the end of the world. Human ethics is a major matter, related to filial piety. If you hurt young people in the same way, you can only get rid of it a few times. If you hurt them, banishment for three thousand miles is considered a light thing, and no one has done it.
I feel that I have wronged you.
The five-year-old nurse could only watch the two old thieves looking at their own corns unscrupulously, and could only shout anxiously to the side: "Okay, okay, just break off one, and break off more for me."
He got angry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhidui broke off another ear with a click. Without even looking at the guard, the guard rubbed his hands anxiously and jumped up and shouted, "Catch the thief, catch the thief." But he didn't have the guts to come over and stop him.
This frail old guy can't stand his punches.
"Boy, come here and tell me how to eat this corn. It won't be eaten raw, right?"
Seeing the eldest old thief among them, he waved to himself. The nurse carefully approached him and said angrily: "Grandpas, these are the only things in the world. If you break off one more ear, there will be less seeds next year.
You don’t know, Quan Zhuangzi has his neck stretched out waiting to be planted.”
"Where did all this nonsense come from? I'm asking you how to eat this food." Yan Zhitui asked the nurse, suppressing a smile.
"How else can you eat it? Boil it and grind it into flour when it's ripe. The Hou Ye said that the pancakes are so fragrant that they taste better than wheat pancakes."
"Well, I just tasted it and it tasted really good. Why didn't your Marquis come and look at the corn? Instead, he sent someone like you to guard the corn. What if someone stole it all? It's such a child's play."
The guard's eyes were wide open and he couldn't help himself. He couldn't understand these two arrogant old thieves. They stole things and didn't run away. They were still here to teach themselves that they couldn't take care of themselves. What kind of logic is this? (To be continued. If
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