Wang Xun is a good boy. In the future, he will definitely be a good student who is both diligent and smart, and is loved by teachers. The other one, Zhao Guang, is exactly the kind of naughty and troublemaker who is punished to stand every day.
Xiao Ming was kicked out.
"Brother, when I came here this time, I happened to hear the farmers on the farm saying that the crops on the farm were better than elsewhere. I even went around the field and found that it was indeed the case. My brother's farming skills are indeed wonderful!
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As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard Zhao Guang's voice whispering in his ears. Feng Yong immediately turned over in frustration, turning his back to him, not wanting to pay attention to it.
Unexpectedly, this guy didn't even wink at all, and continued to say: "Especially the land where my brother asked people to scatter things a few days ago, it turned out to be better than the ones on the farm. Are those things the same?
Made by my brother’s master’s secret technique?”
As Zhao Guang said that, he was thinking in his heart that he was just looking at it from a distance on the ground that day, but he didn't see clearly what it was. If he had known that this thing was so magical, he should have gone to see it clearly that day.
When Zhao Guang said this, Feng Yong remembered that I even spread fermented farmyard manure, a big killer, for the crops to eat, and now I don't know how it looks like? It seems that since that time, I have become
I have never paid attention to the situation in the fields. From what this guy said, it seems that it is growing pretty well, which is to be expected. If it still doesn’t grow well, then it’s better to keep the shit for yourself!
"Zishi, you continue to practice calligraphy here, I'll go out for a walk first." Feng Yong said, getting up and going to take a look. This is related to a bet between himself and Huang Yueying, so he can't be careless.
There are often people wandering around Fengzhuang's land recently, especially the area where farmyard manure has been spread. People squat there and look at it every day. There is no other reason. The crops in Fengzhuang are generally growing better than elsewhere, and that piece of land is
It is the one that stands out the most, actually much taller than the others around it.
When Feng Yong rushed to the field, he happened to see an old man walking around the edge of the field with his hands behind his back, squatting down and pulling something from time to time. He didn't look like a person from Fengzhuang, because Feng Yong had never been there before.
I have seen such an old man on my farm.
As long as they don't come here to cause damage, Feng Yong, who was born in the countryside, knows that people who grow crops regard the crops in the fields as their own lives. When they see a piece of land with crops growing well, they wish that the land belongs to their home.
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Feng Yong stood at one end, but did not bother the old man at the other end. He bent down and lifted up the rice ears that were beginning to become plump and slightly drooping. He counted them, said "tsk", shook his head, and compared with later generations.
It's still a lot worse. Based on the appearance of this rice ear, compared with the rice ears of later generations, it is estimated that it weighed 400 kilograms to death. But even so, I should be able to explain it to Huang Yueying.
"Brother, do you think you are not satisfied yet?"
The old man came around at some point. When he saw Feng Yong shaking his head, he couldn't help but ask.
Feng Yong glanced at the old man and saw that he was wearing cloth shoes on his feet, and there were no clothes made of cloth on his body. Although he was not flashy, he was neatly packed, so he knew that he was definitely not a farmer - which farmer?
Does the old man have shoes to wear?
Immediately he gave a salute to show respect, then pointed to the rice field next to him, shook his head and said: "The old man was joking. I just made an estimate. This field can produce about three and a half stones of grain. It is already extremely rare. Why should I be dissatisfied?"
Say?"
Today's Feng Yong is no longer the idiot Feng who didn't understand anything when he first came here. Talking nonsense will only make people think that he is crazy.
The old man nodded and agreed: "I didn't expect that I am an expert in farming. I just estimated it to be about this number. I have been farming all my life, but I have never seen an entire farm. Even the crops in the field are smaller than
Other people's fields are good, but I'm not that simple."
Huh? How does this old man know that this land belongs to him?
Seeing Feng Yong's surprised look, the old man smiled, pointed to the rice field in front of him, and said: "Last year, this land still belonged to my family. Later, Butler Zhao came to my Li family and wanted to replace the land in Xiali Village.
I finally bought the hundred acres of land in exchange for it, and at that time I even met my little brother from a distance."
It turns out that this person is my neighbor!
Feng Yong had no choice but to hand it over again: "It turns out to be Taigong Li, I'm rude."
Old Man Li waved his hand and said with a smile: "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve it. Feng Langjun often interacts with nobles and has met the prime minister. I am just a farmer, so I don't deserve the courtesy of Langjun. I want to come to you in front of him."
We were very close, but when we saw the nobleman's carriages and horses coming in and out of the house, we gave up on our ambitions."
"The old man has really embarrassed the young man. The young man has no official position and no job. Aren't he also farming the same way? If the old man really comes to visit, he should be the one who feels sincere and frightened."
The old man chuckled and sighed regretfully: "The daughter of the fifth Li family is really unlucky. She had to go through a lot of trouble to have a good marriage, and now she regrets it to death!"
Li Wu? This name seems familiar.
Seeing Feng Yong's confused eyes, Old Man Li shook his head again and explained: "It seems that Feng Langjun was ill in the past and has indeed forgotten a lot of things. The eldest daughter of the Li Wu family in Xialili Village was originally married to Feng Langjun
It’s someone who has been engaged…”
Oh oh, I remembered. Yesterday I was talking to the housekeeper about the Xiali Village. But when you said that, I realized that I was also a loser whose fiancée regretted my marriage.
Cliché, so cliché!
"The boy was also suffering from hysteria at that time. I can't blame others for this." Feng Yongyong smiled sheepishly, "From what I heard, Grandpa seemed to know Uncle Li's family in Xiali Village?"
"After all, Li Wu should also call me Fourth Grandfather."
Is this old man quite senior?
Old Man Li didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic. He pointed to the rice field in front of him and continued: "If I remember correctly, this land should be the lower field, right? But why does the food in the lower field grow better than the upper field?
Woolen cloth?"
"Oh, I have learned some farming skills from others. I tried this field a few days ago. I never expected that it would actually work."
"It turns out that this is a secret that is not told. It seems that I have talked too much." Old Man Li cupped his hands and apologized.
Family secrets were the foundation of a family in ancient times. If most people asked, it would be equivalent to snooping. It might be a bit too much to say that they would make enemies, but if they were unhappy, they would basically not run away.
Feng Tubiao did not have this awareness. He said nonchalantly: "Why is it so serious? It's just that this method is good, but it can only be planted in such a small area. It's a pity."
These days, how much land can be cultivated just by relying on farmyard manure? Taking Fengzhuang as an example, with the addition of livestock and livestock farming, the farmyard manure saved can only grow so much. If you want to promote it on a large scale, before chemical fertilizers are produced, how much land can you plant?
Don't even think about it.
"That's enough," Old Man Li pointed to the distance, "Feng Langjun's land, even excluding this one, the other lands are in much better shape than others. I think we can harvest a lot more food.
Feng Langjun shook his head and sighed just now. Did he feel dissatisfied with only such a small piece of land? Forgive me, if it had been me, I would be very satisfied with this."