It was still very hot in Shuzhong at the end of August. Liu Chan stood on the ground with a yellow cover on his head, but he still felt extremely uncomfortable. He was a fat man and sweated easily, and his underwear had already been soaked, but
On the surface, he had to act as if nothing had happened. Because he was the emperor, and he wanted to be a good emperor. He had to persist in doing things like this to increase his appeal.
"Farming is a big thing. Your Majesty pays so much attention to it. It is really a blessing for all people." Someone around him was flattering the old-fashioned flattery. Although the person who said it felt disgusted, Liu Chan obviously liked listening to it, with a chubby face.
Showed a smile.
"Is that the Eight-Niu Plow newly made by Zhu Yejian? Let me see it." He had to make a complete set for the show. As a powerful tool to win people's hearts, Liu Chan actually paid more attention to the Eight-Niu Plow.
Immediately, some palace officials went down to deliver the emperor's oral instructions.
In the Han Dynasty, the word "I" as the emperor's self-proclaimed name generally only appeared in court meetings or edicts, and was also used in some more formal occasions. In private, he usually called himself "I" and "I", which was no different from ordinary people. In addition, "I"
"This word is not only used by emperors, but can also be used by empress dowagers and empresses.
After receiving the order, Wang Xun and Zhao Guang, who had been prepared for a long time, raised their whips and shouted. The eight oxen swung their tails, dragged the heavy plow, and walked forward slowly, digging deep into the soil.
Turn up.
"Why is this plow so weird?" As a student of Prime Minister Zhuge, Ma Su naturally knew the origin of the eight-ox plow, but what he didn't expect was that this real thing not only looked weird, but was also so big?
Ma Su could no longer suppress his curiosity. He lifted up his robe and went to the ground himself. He bent down and looked at the turned up mud. He thought to himself: This ground is much deeper than the ground turned up before.
The rules between emperors and ministers during the Han and Tang Dynasties were not as strict as those during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. As long as it was not a formal occasion, the relationship between emperors and ministers was still relatively casual. Even in the early Song Dynasty nearly a thousand years later, ministers still sat on chairs when discussing matters in the dynasty. Only the imperial power came.
Only in the peak Ming and Qing dynasties did people kneel down to discuss matters.
Ma Su turned around and found Feng Yong, who was standing far away on the other side of the field. He held his hands in his hands and said, "Is Feng Jianling okay?"
Feng Yong felt on the spot that this guy was here to ridicule him. He couldn't help it, but the caring look in his eyes when he looked at him a few months ago was still fresh in his memory.
"Thank you Ma Canjun for your concern. Farewell Feng Zhuang, long time no see."
"I really made a mistake that day." Ma Su had a wry smile on his face and shook his head gently, "It was my fault that I almost lost a good talent to the court. Feng Jianling once said that farming requires deep cultivation and careful work.
, is the essence, I didn’t understand it that day. A few days ago, I also heard that Supervisor Feng ordered the farm to harvest half a stone more grain per acre than other fields. Now I think about it, it must be related to the four words of deep cultivation and careful cultivation.
We can't break away from the relationship. I hope Supervisor Feng will not worry about the rudeness that day."
Treating talented people as crazy in Fengzhuang, Ma Di really felt that it was a small black mark that could not be erased in his life. However, he was a student of Zhuge Laoyao after all, so he could tell the matter without blushing, and even did it in public.
Feng Yong handed over his hand and apologized. This magnanimity was quite admirable.
"Don't dare, don't dare. That kid was really arrogant that day. He said something unfounded in front of Ma Canjun. Anyone would think it was absurd. When it comes to this matter, it was the kid who was unreasonable." Feng Yong quickly returned the courtesy.
This Ma Su, if we didn't know that he would lose his street pavilion in the future, just based on his demeanor, it would really make people feel good to him.
"It seems that the land plowed by the eight-oxen plow is indeed much deeper than that carried by the two-oxen plow. It seems that this is the so-called deep plowing, right?"
Feng Yong nodded: "That's right. Deep plowing can not only cut off the roots of grass, but also turn the grass underground to become fertilizer for crops, killing two birds with one stone."
"Fertilizer?" Ma Su asked strangely, "What does this mean?"
"People want to eat grain, and cows want to eat grass. They all rob the essence of other things to nourish themselves. Even the food, why don't they need to rob the essence of the soil in order to grow? Cut off the roots of the grass, so that the weeds will not be able to eat the food.
Fight for the essence of the ground, plow the grass underground, and over time, the weeds will turn into the soil and become the essence of the ground, which can be used for food. This is killing two birds with one stone."
There was no way to tell the ancients about microbial trace element photosynthesis, so I had to talk about it casually.
After hearing this, Ma Su's eyes brightened up, he raised his hands and said: "Farmers and common people all know that we must remove weeds in the fields. When asked why, they are at a loss and don't know why. Today, when I heard Feng Jianling's words, I suddenly understood. The Book of Changes says: The relationship between heaven and earth
Tao, people use it every day without knowing it. The ancients were sincere and I will not deceive them!"
Literary people are so annoying! They can pull everything from scriptures!
Feng Tubol laughed dryly and did not answer the question because he, an illiterate man, didn't know how to answer the question.
Fortunately, Ma Su didn't notice Feng Tubao's embarrassed expression. He looked at the eight niu plows with emotion: "Some time ago, I heard that Supervisor Feng ordered the village to provide food. I also thought about it in private. If I could do it that day,
After listening to Feng Langjun’s words, I wonder how much more grain the big man can harvest this autumn? Oh, I’m really ashamed!”
Damn it, why do I feel that the ancient officials were always so disciplined? Shouldn’t it be that with the development of productivity, people’s level of consciousness will continue to improve?
"How can it be so simple?" Feng Yong said, "This eight-oxen plow alone is extremely difficult to make, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford. Not to mention, it takes eight oxen to pull it. How many of them are there in the world?
How can one family have eight cows? For example, the government officials only have two cows."
Ma Su said meaningfully: "Sometimes it is not easy, but it is the easiest."
Feng Yong didn't understand. He thought that according to this meaning, this time the old demon Zhuge would most likely take advantage of this opportunity to try to sneak up on the locals - if it were Feng Yong, he would do the same.
If you do this, how much food can be produced if a huge place like Hanzhong is fully cultivated? It will definitely be more than enough to supply the Northern Expedition. There will be no problem in supplying it for at least one or two years. Food no longer needs to be controlled by aristocratic families. Zhuge Lao Yao will probably completely
Let yourself go, it’s a little scary just thinking about it.
The biggest disadvantage of the Eight-Niu Plow is that it is not easy to turn around. It is only suitable for large areas of cultivated land. As for those small fields, the curved shaft plow is naturally the most suitable. But in this era, which aristocratic family does not have tens of thousands of acres of fields?
Together? This kind of eight-ox plow is the most convenient for them!
Of course, compared to the wealthy families in Sichuan, all of you here today are poor, and most of them don’t have so much land at home. This may have seemed like a sad story before, but now it seems
There is no need to be sad anymore, because there are many wastelands in Hanzhong!
Due to the wars in Hanzhong in the early years, large tracts of barren fields were abandoned there. It was really heartbreaking! The wasteland must be reclaimed as soon as possible. Everyone began to feel excited. The emperor was wise! He said earlier
We are going to use the Hanzhong land to reward everyone, but there is no real news until now. Could it be a lie to us? No, we have to find a way to remind the emperor.
The ministers who knew about the existence of Ba Niu Li started to feel a little commotion in their hearts.
