Scholars are the most noble group of people in the world. This group of people possess knowledge that most people do not have. They learn from the ancient books of sages the methods of running the world and the way of conducting themselves in the world. They are naturally superior to others.
This group of people stand at the top of society, looking down on all living beings, using the country as a platform and the people as chess pieces, smearing the world and outlining the history...
Comparatively speaking, farming is the most ordinary, even vulgar and despicable way of life. Which son of aristocratic family and which scholar would crawl around in the fields with bare feet and mud?
The old farmer smiled and said: "They are all taught in the school. In the past, the old man was not willing to let his little grandson work in the fields."
Wei Zheng glared and asked, "They still teach people how to farm in the school?"
This is really a strange story for the ages!
What is a school? It is a place where you learn the Four Books and Five Classics and understand the subtle meanings. After completing your studies, you become a disciple of Confucianism, serve as an official, and manage the world and the country.
But now, such vulgar methods as farming are actually taught in schools?
Wei Zheng felt a little angry. This was simply an insult to Confucianism!
Not feeling Wei Zheng's anger at all, the old farmer smiled and squinted his eyes, nodded and said: "Exactly, we not only teach people to cultivate the land, but also teach them arithmetic and other knowledge, such as how to cultivate the land, how to hold the plow stick to save effort , I’ve been taught what angle to plow so that the ridges can be straighter and more even!”
Reading is good!
As an old farmer who has been farming all his life, he still has to twist and turn the "Zhenguan plow" with a handle, but his grandson, who is just fourteen or fifteen years old, knows how to use force and can plow completely with the power of an ox. With such straight ridges in the fields, he is much better than himself.
I remember when Fang Erlang stipulated that all school-age children in every household must attend school, I was still opposed to it...
But what about now? Not to mention that with Fang Erlang's recommendation, it is easy to become an official and a proud ancestor in the future. Even if he continues to farm at home, it will be better than that of those ignorant men who can't read!
Wei Zheng's face was a little gloomy.
They just teach arithmetic in school, but they also teach people how to farm?
That’s not true!
Even those who are upright and honest like Wei Zheng are inevitably limited by the times. On the one hand, they are willing to see the rise and decline of poor families, but on the other hand, they cling to their identity as a scholar and despise the poor families in the world...
Wei Zheng snorted slightly and asked, "Is Fang Jun nearby?"
The old farmer said quickly: "Of course I am here. These days, Erlang is raising seedlings in the greenhouse. Another thing called cucumber has recently ripened, and we are studying the matter of saving seeds."
Wei Zheng became increasingly dissatisfied.
The dignified Jingzhao Yin, the leading official of the empire, should naturally work diligently and conscientiously to benefit the people within his jurisdiction. As the highest official of the Jingzhao Mansion, every decision will have an unpredictable impact on the lives of the people. To influence the situation, you should naturally walk on thin ice and work hard every day.
But what is Fang Jun doing?
tending crops, cultivating seeds...
This is not to say that these are not important. Food is the most important thing for the people. This is the most basic condition for the stability of the empire. But as Jing Zhaoyin, he ignores government affairs and spends all day studying such farm skills. Isn't it true that he is not doing his job properly?
"Take me to find Fang Jun. I have something to tell him."
Wei Zheng gave orders with a gloomy face.
Naturally, the old farmer did not dare to refuse, nor did he want to refuse. He turned around and shouted to his grandson in the field, then put on his bamboo hat and watched Wei Zheng get into the car, then sit on the side of the shaft and swaying to show the driver the way. Follow the flat path straight into the rows of greenhouse areas.
The greenhouses are almost all the same in shape and size. It is easy to get lost when walking among them. Without an old farmer to lead the way, it is not easy to find Fang Jun even if you know where he is.
After driving around for a long time, the carriage stopped in front of a greenhouse.
The old farmer quickly jumped out of the carriage, opened the curtain of the greenhouse and got in, shouting: "Erlang, Mr. Xuan Cheng wants to see you for something..."
The driver helped Wei Zheng get out of the car. Wei Zheng raised his head. The rain became lighter and was flying like cow hair.
There are tall greenhouses all around. The bright glass blocks the cold wind but lets the sunlight in. Standing outside, you can see the green seedlings and various fruits and vegetables in the greenhouse.
I couldn't help but secretly wonder, how much glass is used in these many greenhouses? The value of these greenhouses alone is probably comparable to the entire property of some moderately wealthy families, not to mention the various technologies used in greenhouse cultivation. Priceless treasure.
Before Fang Jun came out to greet him, Wei Zheng put his hands behind his back. The coachman stepped forward and lifted the door curtain, and Wei Zheng bent down and got in.
As soon as Geng entered, he heard a shout: "What the hell, the door curtain is so wide open, how much cold air will be poured in and how much the temperature will be lowered?"
Wei Zheng's face darkened. Are you scolding me?
Looking angrily, he met Fang Jun's slightly surprised gaze...
Fang Jun was wearing a navy blue tunic, with a snow-white coat showing at the collar, and wearing cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. His whole person was fresh and clean, with a cool temperament.
Seeing Wei Zheng coming in, Fang Jun smiled awkwardly, hurriedly came up to him, clasped his fists and saluted, "It turns out to be Duke Zheng. Don't blame me. I thought it was a naughty boy nearby who caused trouble. You don't know, but the temperature inside this greenhouse is The requirements are extremely strict. When the temperature is high, you have to let the air cool down. When it is low, you have to close all the air vents to prevent temperature loss, so...haha, I'm just giving you a courtesy, sorry, sorry."
Seeing Fang Juncheng's frightened face, Wei Zheng held a breath in his throat and couldn't spit it out or swallow it.
Mother!
When he scolded me just now, did this kid mean it or did he mean it unintentionally?
Judging from Fang Jun's expression, he did seem to regard himself as a naughty boy, but based on his understanding of Fang Jun, this wilted mallet might just be taking a bad turn and deliberately saying that sentence...
Really abominable!
Wei Zheng's face was as dark as water and he stared at Fang Jun for a long time. When he saw that this guy's face was innocent and didn't seem to be fake, he had to give up in frustration.
This is so unlucky...
Feeling unhappy, he ignored Fang Jun and wandered his eyes on the plants in the greenhouse.
The plants in this greenhouse are unprecedented. The thin vines are supported by a frame made of bamboo poles. The slender fruits have rough yellow-green skin, hairy spikes, and a stick on the top. A small yellow-white flower...
"What is this?" Wei Zheng was attracted by this thing and walked closer to take a closer look.
Fang Jun picked two fruits and threw one to Wei Zheng. He took one and walked to the water channel under the shelf. He squatted down and washed away the sharp thorns on the surface with the hot spring water in the water channel, then put it in his mouth and rubbed it. Started chewing.
"This is a wild plant in Tubo, called cucumber. The locals pick it in the wild in autumn and store it as food for the yaks in the winter. The last time Lu Dongzan came to Chang'an, he asked him to collect some local characteristics of Tubo. The old and cunning guy just picked up a few cucumbers from the wild to make up for the melons and fruits... But how could he understand the wisdom of our people in the Tang Dynasty? This is the kind of thing that is fed to yaks in Tubo, and now it has been cultivated into a First class delicious food.”
Fang Jun was chewing cucumber and talking vaguely.
Wei Zheng looked at the cucumber in his hand, followed Fang Jun's example and washed it in the water, opened his mouth and took a bite.
"Click"!
A sweet aroma instantly fills the mouth, and the taste is crisp, delicious and juicy.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's indeed a good thing! The barbarians are really stupid and despicable. They are really stupid to leave such delicious food to feed the yaks!"
Wei Zheng chewed the cucumber and praised Fang Jun.
After eating a small cucumber in a few mouthfuls, he washed his hands with warm hot spring water in the waterway. Fang Jun smiled and said: "Every inch is short and strong. No one can crush others in all aspects." .For example, when facing barbarians, we must fight hard with swords and horses. We are just using our shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths. It is simply stupid. What is the advantage of us Han people? It is not that we are skilled in bows and horses, or that we are naturally tough, but It’s the brain.”
Watching Wei Zheng chewing the cucumber, he ate every last bit of the cucumber. Even when he saw Fang Jun throwing away the root, he turned a blind eye.
Fang Jun rolled his eyes and continued: "We Han people are naturally smart and know how to make the best use of everything. Just like this cucumber, it not only tastes delicious, but also what does it look like?"
Wei Zheng was washing his hands, and was stunned when he heard this. He looked up at the cucumbers hanging down on the shelf, but he didn't see the reason.
A narrow light flashed in Fang Jun's eyes, and he leaned into Wei Zheng's ear and whispered: "Look at this shape, if a woman is lonely in her boudoir, huh huh huh..."
Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment, then became furious and cursed: "Mother! You really have lacked virtue for eight lifetimes!"
He stood up angrily, suppressing the nausea in his stomach, and kicked Fang Jun!