"Mr. Wei, this little poem should be read according to the annotations below."
Jin Feng pointed to the annotation below and said.
But the annotation below was written by him in pencil, and the font was too small. Wei Wuya could not see clearly even if he squinted his eyes, so he could only take out a magnifying glass from his pocket.
Seeing the magnifying glass, Jin Feng remembered something and took out a small wooden box from his pocket.
"By the way, Mr. Wei, you try this."
Opening the small wooden box, there was a wooden spectacle frame lying inside, with several lenses next to it.
Nowadays, glass factories are developing rapidly, and telescopes can already implement the simplest assembly line operations.
Once when I came to the medical room, I noticed that Wei Wuya was always squinting to see things. I knew he had presbyopia, so I asked the lens grinder to grind a few presbyopic lenses, and then asked a carpenter to carve out a frame.
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The glasses were delivered to Jin Feng yesterday, but he didn't have time to deliver them to Wei Wuya.
Jin Feng picked up two lenses and clamped them onto the frame, then handed them to Wei Wuya: "Mr. Wei, put them on your eyes and try them."
"What is this?" Wei Wuya curiously took the glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose under Jin Feng's guidance.
Then he lowered his head and looked at the manuscript paper in his hand. The originally blurry words suddenly became much clearer.
"Hey, this thing is good!"
Wei Wuya couldn't help but praise out loud.
As he grew older, his presbyopia became more and more serious, and sometimes he couldn't see clearly when taking medicine, so he had to ask Zhou Jin to arrange for a small military doctor to specially take medicine for him.
These glasses suddenly solved the problem that had troubled him for a long time.
"Mr. Wei, please try these two lenses again!"
Jin Feng asked Wei Wuya to take off his glasses and replace them with two lenses with a higher power.
"Oh my, I can see this more clearly!"
Even with Wei Wuya's calmness, he couldn't help but burst out in surprise after putting on the new lenses.
"Try these two again..."
After several adjustments, Wei Wuya finally found the two lenses that suited him best.
"This kind of lens is not very accurate, and the mirror surface is probably not flat, but the conditions are limited, so it can only be made like this for now. Mr. Wei, you can make do with it for now. When the technology improves in the future, I will make a new pair for you."
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“This is already good!”
Wei Wuya touched the wooden frame and couldn't put it down.
After playing with it for a while, he remembered that Jin Feng asked him to read something, so he put on his glasses and picked up the manuscript paper again.
"Sir, that expert originally divided the twelve months of the year into twenty-four solar terms according to the positions of the stars in the sky, namely Beginning of Spring, Rain, Awakening of Insects, Vernal Equinox, Tomb Sweeping Day, Grain Rain...
Each line of this little poem represents six solar terms in a season, and each word or two characters represent a solar term."
Jin Feng sat next to him and explained: "For example, in the first sentence, the spring rain shocks the spring and clears the valley, the first word spring means the first of the twenty-four solar terms - the beginning of spring.
Every year, the day when the handle of the Big Dipper points to the Yin position due east is the day of the Beginning of Spring.
"Li" means beginning, and spring means that the weather is starting to warm up and everything is starting to grow."
Jin Feng explained the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Song to Wei Wuya word for word.
Wei Wuya's expression became more and more solemn.
Because he understands what this little poem represents!
Jin Feng just said that the twenty-four solar terms songs are a compass for farming, which is not an exaggeration at all.
With this twenty-four solar terms song, farmers no longer have to rely solely on experience when farming. They can just follow the notes in the poem to engage in agricultural activities, and they no longer have to worry about missing the farming season.
Not only Wei Wuya, but Zhao Yue next to him also had his beard trembling with excitement.
Food is the most important thing for the people. In the feudal era, agriculture was related to everyone's belly and was recognized as the first of all industries.
Although this little poem is simple, its meaning is extremely important.
"Mr. Jin, this little poem is so..." Wei Wuya suddenly found the right words to describe it: "This little poem is absolutely priceless to the common people!"
"Sir, this little poem was taught by an expert, but I have never farmed before and I don't know the seasons. Do you think it is accurate?" Jin Feng asked.
"Accurate! Very accurate!" Wei Wuya's eyes were full of admiration: "The person who told you this little poem is really an expert! Mr. Jin, can you still find him now?"
"I can't find him," Jin Feng shook his head: "After the master lingered in the back mountain for a while, he drifted away. I have never seen him again, and I don't know where he went."
The so-called peerless master was just something he made up casually because he was afraid of appearing too obvious. Where can he find it?
Now that the forces under his command have grown, there is no need to worry about being investigated, but the cover has been pulled out, and Jin Feng can only continue to use it.
In fact, sometimes when you encounter something that cannot be explained, it is quite convenient to blame it on an expert.
"That's such a shame."
Wei Wuya handed the manuscript paper to Jin Feng: "Mr. Jin, if you can, please spread this little poem as soon as possible, so that the people will not miss the farming season again."
"Mr. Wei, don't worry, within half a year, I will make this little poem spread throughout Sichuan, Shu and Qin!" Jin Feng said confidently.
In fact, he had already thought about it. In the first year after Jinchuan Daily was founded, he would publish the twenty-four solar terms songs in the newspaper every month. After the beginning of primary school, he also included it in the textbooks and required everyone to
Primary school students recite it and know what it means.
In this mode, Jin Feng does not believe that promotion cannot be launched.
"Mr. Jin, just think about it."
Wei Wuya nodded and said: "I believe this little poem will be recorded in the annals of history and spread throughout the ages!"
In fact, he was right. Later historians all highly praised the Song of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms and unanimously believed that this little poem ushered in a new era of Dakang agriculture and provided a clear general direction for the rapid recovery and development of agriculture in the new Dakang.
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After leaving the medical room, Jin Feng did not return to the courtyard, but followed Chen Wenyuan back to Jinchuan Daily.
"Old man, this will be your office from now on, and the yard behind will be your dormitory. If you are not satisfied, or if your family comes over, we can change it."
In order to show his importance, Chen Wenyuan directly gave Zhao Yue the dormitory originally reserved for him.
“No need to change, it’s already very good here!”
Zhao Yue quickly waved his hand and then walked into the small courtyard to observe his future dormitory and office.
When Chen Wenyuan saw no one around him, he walked close to Jin Feng and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Jin, how much is Mr. Zhao's monthly salary?"
"You can decide it as you go. If you're not sure, go to Ah Yue to discuss it." xyi
Jinchuan's finances are currently in the hands of Tang Xiaobei, and Jin Feng doesn't care much.
Ah Yue is one of Tang Xiaobei's assistants, responsible for the salary of various departments.
"Oh well."
Chen Wenyuan nodded, and just as he was about to speak again, there was a sound of footsteps at the door of the small courtyard.
Jin Feng saw the person coming from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
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The train moved away, bringing with it a large number of withered yellow leaves and the desolation of autumn in the vibration of the rails.
Wang Xuan watched until the train gradually disappeared, then he looked away and sent several classmates away.
Since then, we have been separated, and we don’t know how many years will pass before we can see each other again, and some people may even never see each other again.
Around him, some people were still waving slowly, without letting go for a long time, while others were silent and quite sad.
After four years of college together, the accumulated friendship is always hard to let go.
The afterglow of the setting sun slants on the falling yellow leaves, and the light and shadow are mottled, interweaving a sense of the passage of time.
Waves of waves sounding like Sanskrit chants sounded around him, intense light began to rise rapidly, and a huge golden light and shadow was reflected behind him. Tang San's eyes were like lightning for an instant, and he stared into the sky.
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Suddenly, a loud "boom" sound erupted from the Paradise Flower, and a huge golden light pillar rose into the sky, straight into the sky.
Not far away, the Great Demon Emperor Tianhu felt a shocking will burst out. The entire hell garden trembled violently, the flowers began to wither quickly, and all the luck seemed to be condensing towards the golden beam of light.
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His face changed drastically but he did not dare to neglect. He turned around and revealed his original shape, transforming into a nine-tailed sky fox with a length of more than 100 meters. Each guard was more than 300 meters long.
Its tail stretches across the sky, covering the sky and the sun. It emits a large amount of luck and injects it into the Hell Garden, stabilizing the plane.
The Hell Garden must not be broken, otherwise it will be a devastating disaster for the Sky Fox Clan.
Ancestral Court, Tianhu Holy Mountain.
The golden light that had already subsided suddenly became stronger again. Not only that, the body of Tianhu Holy Mountain also emitted white light, but the white light seemed to be collapsing inward, pouring into the interior.
A golden beam of light shot up into the sky without warning, and instantly rushed high into the sky.
The emperors who had just withstood another lightning tribulation dispersed almost subconsciously. And the next moment, the golden light pillar had already rushed into the tribulation cloud.
The dark clouds were instantly lit up and turned into dark golden clouds. All the purple color disappeared at this moment, replaced by huge golden thunder. It seemed to fill the entire place.
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The train moved away, bringing with it a large number of withered yellow leaves and the desolation of autumn in the vibration of the rails.
Wang Xuan watched until the train gradually disappeared, then he looked away and sent several classmates away. Love Reading Novel App
Since then, we have been separated, and we don’t know how many years will pass before we can see each other again, and some people may even never see each other again.
Around him, some people were still waving slowly, without letting go for a long time, while others were silent and quite sad.
After four years of college together, the accumulated friendship is always hard to let go.
The afterglow of the setting sun slants on the falling yellow leaves, and the light and shadow are mottled, interweaving a sense of the passage of time.
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