After understanding the other party's intention, Feng Yong smiled and waved his hands repeatedly: "The elder is overthinking. Although this thing is more delicious than steamed cakes, it still requires wheat to be shelled and ground into flour before it can be made.
.If the army is stationed, it can be used as food, but if the army is marching, it is absolutely impossible."
The visitor suddenly looked disappointed, thinking that he was visiting counties and counties in all directions. First, he was visiting the sages from various places to recruit talents for the country. Second, he was looking at the summer grain harvest to prepare for famine. Third, he was to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the unrest to cause trouble.
Nowadays, it seems that most of the famous wise men in these places can only talk high-spirited words but have no real plans. This is really disappointing. In this isolated place of Yizhou, there are actually many fewer wise men than in the Central Plains and Jiangdong.
On the contrary, this summer's grain harvest is abundant, and the people have no worries about hunger, which makes people feel reassured. Otherwise, the death of the late emperor has just caused turmoil in all directions. If the grain harvest fails again, Shuzhong will be in danger.
"Brother, please sit down. I'll ask you a few questions first. How much fertile land do you have at home? How many cattle are there? How is the harvest this year?" Although the visitor looked noble, he looked easy-going and sat on the ground without hesitation.
, asked Feng Yong to sit down opposite him, and asked warmly.
Feng Yong glanced at the other party and thought, could this be the ancient version of officials going to the countryside to visit the people? Not bad, at least there is no back-and-forth from later generations, just one car and one servant.
"Reporting to the elder, I have three hundred acres of dry land, two hundred acres of paddy fields, and two cattle. The harvest will be harvested this year..." Feng Yong was a little embarrassed and smiled, "I dare not hide it. I really don't know anything about the land."
It’s not very familiar.”
"Tsk!" The visitor glanced at Feng Yong with dissatisfaction and reprimanded, "Farming is the foundation of a family and a country. As the head of a family, you should be so careless. It's really wrong! Watch.
You are still young, and you think this farm was left by your fathers, but you don't cherish it so much. How can you not be ashamed of your ancestors?"
Ouch, shit! This style of painting has changed so quickly! Where did you come from? Such a big tone? Do I know you very well? Why should you teach me a lesson?
Feng Yong looked confused. In ancient times, were all officials so awesome? They could just lecture others in public if they didn't like it.
Little did he know that he himself was just a country boy, and he did not understand the importance that ancient officials attached to persuading teachers to teach farmers and mulberry trees.
If you don't listen, then don't blame me for being rude!
"Yes, yes, I'm ashamed." Feng Yong lowered his head and admitted his mistake. He had no choice. There was no human rights in ancient times. Although he didn't know why the official could teach him so confidently, he also knew the principle of people not fighting with officials.
"Although I can't say that I know this place well, I have walked through it five or six times. I have never heard of a farm named Shifeng before. When did you come here to buy land?" After a lecture, the visitor came.
Suddenly he changed his question and looked at Feng Yong suspiciously. Could this person come from a big family? That's why they gave him a piece of farmland to toss around?
It's really a household registration check! I got this land as a reward from the emperor, and its origins are fair and aboveboard. Seeing the other party's expression that he suspected that he was a bully who had seized the land, Feng Yong became angry, don't be so shameless! It looks like you are an official, your age
You're older than me, so I let you. If you keep doing this, I won't be able to chat with you properly!
"The elder is wrong! This farm was not purchased by the boy, but was given by the late emperor. My late father followed the late emperor to conquer Soochow and died together with General Fu. The late emperor had mercy and gave him these five hundred acres of land."
The visitor was shocked and blurted out: "It's actually Feng Dianzi whose family was ruined?"
How did you say that? How dare you say it again! What bastard labeled me as a lunatic?!
Were officials so boring in ancient times? If the family affairs of a minor deputy general were brought to the attention of the emperor, why would someone give his son a nickname and make it known to the whole court? Could it be because of ancient times?
There is too little entertainment, so why is it so boring?
Seeing Feng Yong's face changed drastically, the other party knew that he had made a mistake, and he hurriedly extended his hands to apologize: "It turns out that it was the Queen of Zhonglie who was rude and rude! She made a mistake in a hurry and made a mistake!"
Feng Yong snorted coldly, took the opportunity to change from kneeling to sitting cross-legged (actually he was not used to kneeling and his legs hurt from kneeling) and pointed to the field not far away and said: "The noble man asked about the land, that boy is not talented, so just
Let’s talk about this acre of land. I heard from people in the village that the wheat is ripe this year, and the yield per acre is two and a half dan, and everyone is happy. In my opinion, it is not something to be happy about. In ancient times, the ancient people cultivated slash and burn farming, and the grain produced per acre was only one dan.
Nowadays, people use fire tillage and water plowing, and can get two and a half stones of grain from one acre. Among them, those who harvest more grain must first remove weeds and try their best to protect grain seedlings, and second, choose more full grain seeds when planting first..."
Have you ever seen a test field with a yield of two thousand kilograms per acre cut down? In later generations, even farmers who don’t usually cultivate land with a yield of one thousand kilograms per mu are too embarrassed to go out and say hello to people. Now that they only harvest more than three hundred kilograms per acre, they are extremely happy, and they are bastards.
!What a rubbish!
Pointing out the country, writing passionately, foaming at the mouth, talking a lot, feeling a little dry in the mouth. When I turned my head and saw the guy named Ma, he looked dumbfounded. I felt satisfied, hum! Are you scared?
Are you intimidated by my erudition?
The other party reluctantly put on a smile and cupped his hands: "Xiao Lang has wonderful ideas and can think of things that others cannot think of. It is really amazing. But now that he has recovered from a serious illness, it is better to rest carefully and recuperate. This summer is coming,
You should pay more attention to preventing heatstroke and don’t let the scorching sun expose you..."
It seems that I was really fooled, huh, the ancient people just didn't have the knowledge!
Feng Yong pointed to the compass and said: "Although this year is the year of great maturity, it still cannot be said that there is no worry. Now that the late emperor has passed away, I am afraid that there will be trouble in Shu! If nothing else, let's talk about Nannan.
The land in the middle has long been disobedient. Soochow Wu has obtained the land of Jingzhou and is determined to peek into the middle of Shu. If the two collude, Nanzhong will probably be in chaos..."
"Okay, okay..." The visitor's face had turned pale, and there was an inexplicable pity in his eyes. He raised his hand perfunctorily, "Mr. Lang is really a great talent! Hearing your words now is like drinking from a sweet spring after being thirsty for a long time. But today
I still have something important to do, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to talk to you more freely, and I’ll definitely come back to hear your advice when I have some free time!”
I saw the other party bowed hastily, got up and left in a hurry.
It's boring. Feng Yong smacked his mouth and thought for a while. The look in this guy's eyes before he left seemed to be pitiful? Right? You read that right? What does it mean to have wonderful ideas that can think of things that others can't think of? That's not true.
Are you going to call us crazy in a roundabout way? Feng Yong finally came to his senses.
Hey, don't leave if you have the guts, explain it to me clearly! This official has a bad heart, and he always curses people around the corner.
"Master, how are you?" The waiter felt very strange as he saw his master approaching in a hurry, with an unlucky look on his face as he rushed to drive the car.
After the car got back on the road, the master sighed, "I wanted to be a wise man, but I met a lunatic!"
After the incomprehensible and lunatic official named Ma left, Feng Yong fished for a while and saw that the sun was already setting in the west. The farmers in the field began to collect the harvested wheat and arrange it into piles.
He picked up the fish basket immersed in the water, looked at today's results, and nodded with satisfaction. The ancient times without pollution were better. Look at this wild nature. It's many times better than fish specially bred for people to catch.
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In my previous life, I went fishing in a place specially designed for people to fish. The fish were very silly and had a very bad taste. Fishing was not fun at all.
The Feng family's house is the center of Zhuangzi. Five hundred acres of land sounds like a lot, but in fact it is nothing in this era. Two hundred acres of it are paddy fields, which can be used to grow rice in a staggered season with wheat. The dry fields are two for millet and one for wheat.
The seasons for millet and wheat can be staggered, so the land rented by the Feng family only covers a few households.
Farming at this time is too extensive. Basically, you just have to worry about choosing a grain seed when you plant it. If you can, you can burn it with a fire and then use an ox to plow it. If you can't, you can burn it and then use any farm tools to plow it manually.
, and finally sow the seeds, there will be little management after that, and one family can cultivate one hundred acres of land without any pressure.
How much grain can we expect to harvest with this kind of farming method? So this year, two and a half kilograms of wheat per acre is considered a ripe year, and everyone is grateful to God.
Feng Yong felt that if he were God, he might not even give him a stone. Before Feng Yong went out to study in his previous life, he had been living in the countryside. He remembered that when he was a child, his family only had less than ten acres of land. The family was so busy all year round that they could not take care of themselves.
Why? Without him, I will work hard on the four-character ear.
Seeing the ragged farmers gathered around the open space of Zhuangzi, holding steamed buns in their hands and devouring the cooked corn rice, that is, millet porridge, Feng Yong, who grew up under the red flag, suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart.
