Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 13 The Misunderstanding of the Hidden World Mountain Gate

  When the steward returned from Jincheng, he brought back news that everything in the city was going as usual, and there would be no rumors of rebellion. The most talked about in the city is about the queen's happiness.

  For many people, the big man is already in turmoil, people's hearts are unstable, and the queen is happy. This is the only good news these days, which shows that God is still looking after the big man, and the big man will continue to stretch.

The only thing that is not normal is that the price of grain is a bit abnormal. According to previous years, whenever new grain is put into storage, it is the time when the price of grain is the lowest, but this year, when the grain harvest is bumper, it rises instead of falling, and it rises by a penny. .

  Tingchang Li came again during this period, still asking about the sale of grain, and even raised the purchase price by one penny following the market price.

  Feng Yong sneered at this, if there is no local aristocratic family behind the abnormal food price, he can screw his head off and use it as a chamber pot! But he also knew that as long as the old monster Zhuge was alive, it was impossible for these local turtles in Sichuan to stand up one day.

   "My lord, there are noble people watching on the official road." The butler suddenly came over and said in a low voice.

   "Huh?" Feng Yong turned his head to look, and saw an ox cart parked at some time on the official road not far away, and there was a knight beside the cart. A corner of the curtains of the car was lifted, revealing a pair of eyes looking this way, the pupils are extremely bright, it seems that a woman is sitting in the car.

  Sitting on the driver's seat was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, full of heroic vigor, and an outstanding appearance. He smiled at Feng Yong from a distance, and his white teeth gleamed brightly in the sun.

   Which noble family is this? There is a shortage of war horses in Sichuan, and people who can own their own war horses have extraordinary status. And those who can use cavalry as guards are even more unusual.

  Even the coachman looks better than most girls in the world, right? Feng Yong thought to himself, his gaze fell on the knight next to the chariot again, his gaze froze, is there really someone who looks better than the chariot driver?

  Feeling Feng Yong's gaze, the rider's eyes looked over, making Feng Yong gasp. This man is much better-looking than the coachman, but his eyes are a bit colder, and his expression is a bit indifferent.

  The rider just glanced at Feng Yong, then turned his eyes expressionlessly, and looked into the distance.

   No! Is this rider a woman? Feng Yong finally came to his senses, and took a closer look. Although the rider tied his hair up like a man, Feng Yong still found something different. The waist was too thin, and the chest muscles were a little too big.

   This is a tigress that cannot be provoked lightly. Feng Yong saw the long knife hanging on the horse, and secretly came to a conclusion in his heart. At the same time, he bowed his hands and saluted the bullock cart.

  I don't know what the people in the ox cart said, the driver nodded, got out of the cart and walked over, saluted Feng Yong: "I'm Zhao Guang, dare I ask your name?"

   "Don't dare to be, I'm Feng Yong. I don't know what advice you have?"

  I always feel that this name is a little familiar, but before Feng Yong can think about it, the other party interrupts his train of thought.

   "I don't dare to advise, but I just saw the plow in the field, which seems to be different from other places. I was curious, so I came here to ask. I wonder if Mr. Feng Lang knows who made this plow?"

Um? Feng Yong was a little surprised. These days, there are still dignitaries who are interested in agricultural tools?

  It is true that ancient times attached great importance to farming and mulberry, but how to farm and what to use for farming are already the affairs of subordinates. How can those high-ranking officials and nobles be interested in things that belong to subordinates?

  Although everyone knows that scholars, farmers, businessmen, and scholars rank first, in fact, in the eyes of the ruler, except for scholars, the rest are not considered human beings.

  Ever since Zulong in Guanzhong yelled "Unification haha" in Shaanxi dialect, China's social development has been in a vicious cycle. More than two thousand years later, a bearded man studied Western society and came to the conclusion that productivity determines production relations, and the two promote and unify each other.

  This conclusion may be correct in the whole world, except China!

  China's feudal society of more than 2,000 years has shown that production relations can also kill productivity!

Because the civilization of the Central Plains is too precocious, so precocious that before the productivity meets the requirements, the production relationship has already appeared in advance, and it has shown a strong binding force as soon as it comes up, firmly grasping the productivity in the hands, and it has also added a new force to the civilization of the Central Plains. A set of shackles is the set of "scholars, farmers, businessmen"!

  The class of "scholars" monopolizes intellectual resources with one hand and means of production with the other, and they continue to trample on the remaining three classes so that they will never stand up again.

  The ones that best represent the development of productive forces are the three classes that are not regarded as human beings. So you said, how many things that represent the development of productive forces have been trampled by "scholars" and disappeared in the long river of history?

   "This thing is Quyuanli, but it was made according to the records in ancient books."

"Qu Yuanli?" Zhao Guang's eyes lit up, "So it was Feng Langjun who did it, that's really a coincidence. From my perspective, one cow and one person are comparable to the two cows and two people in the past. Feng Langjun is really exquisite. "

   "How can I have such thoughts, Zhao Langjun is joking, I am just copying from ancient books."

"That is also a great merit." Zhao Guang looked a little excited, looking straight at Qu Yuanli who was plowing the ground, but said in his mouth, "Nowadays the world is in chaos, the world is boiling, the people are displaced, the fields are barren, Feng Lang You can make such a farming tool that saves people and animals, and it will be of great benefit to the people."

  Feng Yong made this thing purely for the convenience of his own farming. As for whether it will be of great benefit to the people, that is not up to him. If you want to promote this thing quickly, it must be implemented officially, otherwise it will be useless for anyone to come.

  But the elders who are officials have so many things to do all day long, how could they care about such things? Wouldn't it be better if you were full enough to recite poems and sing harmony, listen to ditties, and enjoy singing and dancing?

  As for the Quyuanli, let alone the replacement of the Zhiyuanli, even in the farms without cattle, are there still few people who directly use people to plow the land?

  The most typical example, Cai Lunniu, right? Papermaking technology has been improved more than a hundred years ago, and it was even vigorously promoted by the Eastern Han government at that time.

   But look at the present, isn’t it still a mixture of bamboo slips and paper?

  So Feng Yong doesn't care that this boy who is more handsome than him insists on praising him—so much more handsome than me, do you think that praising me like this can make me have a good impression of you? it's out of the question. So why not let the rider of the high-cold goddess Fan come over to communicate with me? Feng Yong glanced at the carriage again.

  Of course it was impossible for a rider disguised as a man to come, so in the end, Feng Yong could only watch the carriage drift away with regret. It has been less than half a year since he came here, and having spent time with the beautiful female boss in his previous life, he suddenly felt a little nostalgic after having tasted it, after all, this was the first time he saw a beautiful woman from the Han Dynasty.

  The ox cart was walking slowly on the road, without the loud creaking noise of an ordinary ox cart, it must have been modified. The voice of the person sitting in the car was clearly heard outside. It was a woman's voice.

   "That plow is very weird, that Feng Yong is not simple, go back and check."

   Zhao Guang responded, flicked his whip, and said, "He said he read it from an ancient book."

The people in the car seemed to sneer, "In the past, there was Emperor Qin who burned books to bury Confucianism, and later, there was Xiaowu who respected Confucianism alone. Up to now, there are not a hundred books of the world's schools of thought, let alone ancient books. Everything in the world changes, and there is no one. One is not to proceed step by step, there should be traces to be found, and it will never appear suddenly."

   "Although Quyuanli seems to have something in common with Zhiyuanli, the change is extremely sudden. Someone must have been trying to improve it. But now it suddenly appeared in the world. There must be something strange in it."

"I don't know about the man who has the ability to make this thing? So even if this man is not a person in the hidden world, he must be inseparable from the hidden world mountain gate. If it is really learned from ancient books, then only the hidden world Only the Shishanmen have such a collection of books, and those who can understand the books of the Hidden World Shanmen, can it be so simple?"

"It's not like someone from the hidden world mountain gate." The female knight who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "Just a while ago, that person took the opportunity to look at me three times. If it was really a person from the hidden world mountain gate, he would definitely not be so lustful disciples."

  Zhao Guang opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

  (end of this chapter)