"Feng Langjun, it will take at least two months to make paper. At this time, the most we can do is soak the bark and hemp stalks, and we are just about to start soaking the pulp."
Feng Jianggong quickly explained.
Feng Yong nodded. Although he didn't know the specific process of papermaking, he knew the general principle and knew that it would be impossible to make it in a short time.
"From your experience, can this mulberry bark and hemp be made?"
"It will definitely work. After all, Marquis Cai also used tree bark before. Although he has never used mulberry bark, the principle is the same. There is no difference in thinking."
In the field that he is good at, Feng Jianggong is somewhat confident, "I just don't dare to say what the finished product will look like."
If a tree loses its bark, it will die.
And mulberry trees are an important means of production. Who would be as heartless as Feng Tubiao, a guy who wants to peel off the bark of a mulberry tree after eating enough mulberries?
"As long as it works."
Feng Yong waved his hand and asked him to go back.
He continued to lead Guan Ji forward. When the smell disappeared, he pointed to the papermaking workshop in the distance and said, "Whether I can make paper from that mulberry hemp or not, I plan to make it in Nanxiang."
We are vigorously planting mulberry and hemp, so we still need help from the Zhang family for this matter."
The reason why Zhuge Lao Yao attaches so much importance to himself is actually because Qu Yuan Li and Ba Niu Li have gradually revealed their power.
Plowing the land with two oxen carrying a pole is not only a waste of animal power, but also very inefficient. Therefore, before Feng Yong came up with the curved shaft plow and the eight-oxen plow, the area of arable land was much smaller than it is now.
If you look at the old abandoned land in Nanxiang, you can see that the Zhang family could occupy 70 to 80% of it, and they were rewarded openly.
The Li family took up half of the remaining bits and pieces.
The Li family originally just thought of a way to stuff Li Mu on Feng Tubao's bed, and the land reclamation was just a show. They never thought about it and just did it smoothly. It can be regarded as a mistake.
However, Feng Yong's land has been planned as a pasture and a vegetable garden project for a textile workshop, so for the mulberry and hemp, he still has to go to the Zhang family.
The last half was left after Ma Di came to Hanzhong as the governor and vigorously encouraged land reclamation. With the help of the government, he rented cattle, plows and seeds, and thus there were some scattered green-headed Guizhou heads.
With the curved shaft plow and the eight-oxen plow, not only the grain production increased, but the arable area was even doubled than before!
This is just an estimate. As for the real actual effect, we don’t know yet, but we can roughly estimate it in three to five years.
Deep plowing technology has great effects not only on mature land but also on raw land.
How important is this leap-forward progress to the Han Dynasty who only retained the land of Shu?
"If you can't make paper from mulberry and hemp, why would you, brother, plant so much?"
Guan Ji asked strangely.
"Hemp rope," Feng Yong pointed to the big building of the textile workshop in the distance, "In the future, there will be more and more cloth, and more hemp rope will be used. You can't always use straw rope, right?"
Hemp rope is much stronger than straw rope, and it is also higher-grade than straw rope. Woolen cloth is taller, so what’s the point of being tied with straw rope?
"There are also sacks. There will be more and more wool shipped from Juxian and Nanzheng. It is impossible not to have enough sacks."
There is another point that Feng Yong did not mention, that is, he has thousands of people under his command, and they do not farm, so their food can be exchanged for woolen cloth.
But if you wear wool instead of clothes...that's a retarded behavior.
I am a weaver, but I still need to exchange woolen cloth for linen. Isn’t that a retard?
But if you don't wear linen or wool in summer... isn't it the same as being mentally retarded?
Therefore, my demand for hemp will not be less in the future.
Instead of benefiting others, why not benefit the Zhang family? To be precise, the young lady of the Zhang family.
Anyway, when Feng Yong dealt with the Zhang family, most of the time it was in the name of Zhang Xingyi.
In the future, Hanzhong will become a grain production area controlled by the imperial court. Coupled with the deep farming technology brought by Feng Yong, the cultivated area will only increase in the next few years. The increase in grain output per mu and the expansion of planting area will also increase the grain production.
There will only be more and more.
Growing grain is definitely not as profitable as growing hemp.
Even in later generations, I have never heard that growing food is more profitable than growing cash crops.
If you don’t stir up trouble while Old Demon Zhuge is still letting you mess around with Nanxiang at will, when Nanxiang is brought under formal management, you won’t have the final say on what you plant.
"What about the mulberry tree? Is it possible that my brother wants to make brocade silk?"
The highest grade of cloth is naturally brocade.
Brocade requires silk, and silkworm rearing requires mulberry leaves. Since Feng Yongneng weaved woolen cloth, Guan Ji naturally thought of brocade.
Feng Yong nodded and said with a smile, "Wool cloth is for the common people, and brocade silk is for the nobles. Since we have so many weavers, why not weave brocade silk?"
"Brother..." Guan Ji hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brocade weaving and weaving are not the same thing."
"The loom alone is different. Weaving brocade is much more difficult than weaving cloth. Not to mention that silkworms are delicate. If you can survive half of ten, it is considered luck. And the silk spun out may not be satisfactory, and in the end it can be used
There are very few silks."
"As for how many years it will take to plant mulberry trees before they can be used, that's a trivial matter."
Shu brocade is a famous product in Shu. Although Guan Ji is not good at female prostitutes, she used to be with Huang Yueying, and Shu brocade is an important source of the imperial court, so she also knows these things clearly.
Since Feng Yong wanted to plant mulberry trees and raise silkworms, he had naturally considered it.
He took Guan Ji to a bend in the river. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. Then he chose a clean place to sit down, waved to Guan Ji and said, "Sanniang, please sit down and wait for me to talk to you."
explain."
Guan Ji saw that her brother was so careless about his manners. She was about to remind him, but she stopped when she spoke. She looked around, hesitated, and then sat down next to Feng Yong.
The river in front of us turned a corner here, and the water became gentle, like a calm mirror, reflecting the light in the sun.
Another example is that a large scarf surrounds the place here, and the place where Feng Yong and Guan Ji sit is the top of the scarf.
There is no industrial pollution at this time, and the vegetation is lush. Once people sit down, the grass can basically block them all.
The surroundings were quiet and noisy, with the sound of gurgling water, crickets and insects shouting loudly, and even pheasants peeking out, taking a look at two strange creatures, and then quickly retracting into the grass...
But there was no sound.
Feng Yong gently placed his arm around Guan Ji's waist. Guan Ji's body stiffened for a moment, and then she gently placed her head on Feng Yong's shoulder. The two of them did not speak for a long time.
"Like it?"
In the end, it was Feng Yong who broke the silence between the two.
"I like it." Guan Ji said softly, "I don't know why, just sitting like this, even without speaking, my heart is full of joy."
"The lover is filled with water."
Feng Yong said with a smile.
Guan Ji smiled and hit Feng Yong, "You are the only one who can say something that no one has ever heard before. I don't know where you learned it."
As he said that, he sat up straight and looked at Feng Yong with his head sideways, "Although the words my brother said sound plain and simple, when you think about it carefully, they are full of flavor. I don't know how I came up with it."
"What you feel in your heart creates its own article."
Feng Turtle immediately started to show off, and what he said made Guan Ji's eyes light up. However, Turtle was destined to be handsome for only three seconds, and the next sentence ruined the mood.
"Speaking of articles, will Sanniang sing a song for me? I remember that "The Road to Shu" you sang earlier was very nice. At this time, listening to Sanniang sing it will definitely be a kind of enjoyment."
Guan Ji's voice was quiet and distant. In later generations, she was a rare good voice.
"In this situation, it would be inappropriate to sing a majestic poem like "The Road to Shu Is Difficult", right? Why not sing "Changgan Xing"?"
Guan Ji said with a faint smile.
Feng Yong did not tell her about "Changganxing" at first, but the article eventually spread in Jincheng. She often corresponded with Jincheng, so she naturally knew the full text.
Although this article talks about the deep love between the emperor and the empress, when she first heard the beginning of this article, it was not like that.
Feng Yong coughed dryly, "It's fine if Sanniang doesn't want to sing, why bother talking about it all the time? In that case, how about I sing a song with Sanniang?"
"Do you really know how to do everything?"
Guan Ji later learned that this article was written because the emperor asked Huo Yi to take the message, so she asked Feng Yong to write the full article. Therefore, she didn't have much grudges about the matter, but this did not prevent her from talking about it at this time.
But when Feng Yong said that he wanted to sing a song, his eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief.
Feng Yong cleared his throat, looked at the river flowing, and looked at Guan Ji again, "I don't sing well, I hope Sanniang won't make fun of me."
Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, "Brother, if you want to sing, then just sing."
I thought that there was no one around at this time, so why not just indulge with my brother for a while?
"The waves are running, the waves are flowing, the river is never ending for thousands of miles..."
When I see the waves in the river, I naturally think of the waves, and the theme song of "Shanghai Beach" comes to mind.
When I was a child, there were not many entertainment programs. There were only a few black and white TV sets in the village, which was the biggest entertainment.
Although I couldn't understand the killing of men and women on the screen, it didn't stop me from going to school barefoot the next morning. I jumped up and down and let my bag keep hitting my butt, humming and half-understanding all the way.
Songs I know.
I even compete with my friends over which one of them can sing the most like the one on TV.
The older senior students were red-faced and arguing about whether Ding Li was a good person or not.
As he sang and thought about it, Feng Yong's tears suddenly flowed down, and his face was soaked with tears.
Mom and Dad, how are you?
I miss you so much...
The child is unfilial, I'm sorry...
Beautiful boss lady, I hope that for the sake of my three years of service to you, if you can show your conscience and make up for the pension, that would be even better...
It feels so good to sing heart-breakingly and burst into tears at the same time, especially when there is a close friend looking at me quietly and listening attentively.
Repeatedly chanting the last sentence "I still want to ride through hundreds of thousands of waves, the ups and downs in my heart are enough", Feng Yong leaned down, scooped up the river water, and washed his face with a splash.
The cool river water seeped into my eyes, icy and cool, and washed away all the tears.
He raised his head, looked at Guan Ji who looked concerned, and forced a smile, "Isn't the singing difficult to listen to?"
Guan Ji shook her head and looked at Feng Yong sincerely, "It sounds very good! Although I can't understand what is being sung here, and the rhythm is different from usual, it sounds really good."
"This is the rhythm of the barbarians in the far west, so it is naturally different from usual."
Feng Yong explained casually.
"Brother, are you thinking about your sect?" Guan Ji smiled understandingly, with some fascination in her eyes, "I didn't expect that my brother's sect is so powerful, and there are people who have been to the far west. To have such a charm, I think the scenery and the
The Central Plains is also very different."
"You want to go?"
After Feng Yong vented his feelings, he felt a lot more comfortable, "I'll take you to see it when I have the chance."
Guan Ji's eyes were moved, and she suddenly remembered something. She burst into laughter, and gradually became more and more unstoppable. In the end, she fell forward and backward with laughter.
Feng Yong was laughed at inexplicably, "What is Sanniang laughing at?"
Guan Ji tried hard to suppress her smile and said intermittently, "Brother...what did you say in the first place?"
"say what?"
Feng Yong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He patted his head and laughed at himself, "We're talking about sericulture, how come we go so far?"
After saying that, he glanced at Guan Ji again and said, "It's just that the beautiful scenery is in my eyes and the beauty is in my arms, so my mind is not here."
"Go! I didn't know who was washing his face with river water just now!"
Guan Ji saw that this person was becoming immoral again, and immediately said angrily.
When Feng Tuluo heard this, he immediately became angry and said, "Don't tell anyone about this, or I will kill someone and silence you!"
"I didn't expect that my brother still has martial arts skills!"
Guan Ji glanced over with beautiful eyes, and seemed to casually snap her fingers, only to hear a clicking sound, "I don't know how to silence my concubine? Should I use Yi Jin Jing or binding surgery?"
Feng Tubiao twitched the corner of his mouth, that was it. He forgot that although the woman in front of him was gentle and gentle in front of him, her martial arts skills were so high that even Zhao Guang was often beaten by her. He probably had no hope of surpassing her in this life.
And in order to show off in front of her, he taught her the ancestral Yi Jin Jing and Jun Ti Quan...
The effect of practicing for a few months is more obvious than practicing for a year...
"Don't be complacent. The Yi Jin Jing and Binding Surgery are the ancestral techniques of the Feng family. They are passed down from male to female, not to female." Feng Yong gave a strange laugh, "You have learned these two body refining techniques. Look,
Are you here to figure out how to be the Feng family’s wife?”
"spit!"
Guan Ji's face immediately turned red at these words, "Brother, if you talk like this again, don't blame me for being rude."
If you can't say anything, you have to take action. It's really a neat and tidy girl.
When Feng Turtle saw that the momentum was not right, he immediately begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, if you don't say it, don't say it. Let's continue talking about the silkworms."
"That's pretty much it." Guan Ji was easy to talk to. After hearing Feng Yong's words, she put down her hand again and brushed her hair to hide her shame. "Brother, please tell me. I'm listening."
"Sanniang just said that in ordinary households, only half of those who raise silkworms will survive. Have you ever thought about why?"
"The fate is different, and the house may have bad luck..."