Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 56 Contentment

  Wang Xun is a good boy, and in future generations he must be a good student who is hardworking and smart, the kind that is loved by teachers. And the other one, Zhao Guang, is exactly the kind of mischievous Xiao Ming who is fined to stand every day and get 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 are better than those elsewhere, and I went around the field and found that it was true. My brother's farming skills are amazing! "

  As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard Zhao Guang's voice chattering in his ears. Feng Yong turned over in annoyance, turned his back to him, and didn't want to pay attention to it.

Unexpectedly, this guy didn't wink at all, and continued to say: "Especially the piece of land where my brother asked someone to scatter things a few days ago, it turned out to be better than the ones on the farm. Are those things also true?" Made by my elder brother's secret technique?"

  Zhao Guang said, but he was thinking in his heart, that day he just watched from a distance at the top of the field, but he didn’t see clearly what it was. If he had known that this thing was so miraculous, he should have seen it clearly that day.

  When Zhao Guang said this, Feng Yong remembered that I even sprinkled fermented farm 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 never paid attention to the situation in the field. Judging from this guy's tone, it seems that the growth is not bad, which is also expected. If it doesn't grow well like this, then it's better to leave the **** to yourself!

   "Zi Shi, you continue to practice calligraphy here, I'll go out first." Feng Yong said, getting up and going to have a look. This is a bet between himself and Huang Yueying, so it can't be sloppy.

  Fengzhuang's fields have been wandering around recently, especially the area where the farmyard manure was sprinkled, and people squatted there to watch every day. There is no other reason. The crops in Fengzhuang are generally better than those in other places, and that piece of land is the most outstanding piece, which is actually much higher than the surrounding ones.

   When Feng Yong arrived at the field, he happened to see an old man walking around the edge of the field with his hands behind his back, squatting down from time to time to grab something. It doesn't look like someone from Fengzhuang, because Feng Yong has never seen such an old man in his own village.

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 field as their own lives. When they see the crops growing well in a field, they wish that the field is their own. .

  Feng Yong stood at this end, but he didn't bother the old man at the other end. I bent down to hold up the ears of rice that had begun to become full and slightly drooping, counted them, gave a "tsk", and shook my head, which was still much worse than that of later generations. According to the appearance of this ear of rice, compared with the ear of rice in later generations, it is estimated that it will support 400 catties to the end. But even so, he should be able to confess to Huang Yueying.

   "Brother still not satisfied?"

  The old man had come around at some point, seeing Feng Yong shaking his head, he couldn't help asking.

Feng Yong glanced at the old man, and saw that he was wearing cloth shoes on his feet, and he couldn't see any clothes made of cloth. Can the old man have shoes?

Immediately saluted to show respect, then pointed to the rice field next to him, shook his head and said: "The old man was joking, the boy just estimated that this field can harvest about three and a half stones of grain, which is already extremely rare, so why not be dissatisfied?" what?"

   Today's Feng Yong is no longer the epileptic Feng who didn't understand anything when he first came here. Talking nonsense will only make people feel that he is crazy.

The old man nodded and agreed: "Unexpectedly, my brother is still an expert in farming. The old man estimated that it was about this number just now. I have planted a field all my life, but I have never seen an entire farm. Other people's Ueda grows well, my brother is not easy."

Huh? How does this old man know that this land is his own?

Seeing Feng Yong's surprised eyes, the old man smiled, pointed to the rice field in front of him, and said, "Last year, this place belonged to my husband's house. Later, Steward Zhao came to my Li's house to replace the one in Changli Village. In the end, the old man bought the hundred acres of land, and at that time, the old man met the little brother from a distance."

   So this is my neighbor!

  Feng Yong had no choice but to hand over again: "It turns out to be Li Taigong, the boy is rude."

Old man Li waved his hand and said with a smile: "I don't deserve it. Feng Langjun often deals with nobles, and he is a person who has met the prime minister. The old man is only a farmer, so I can't be a gentleman's gift. I still want to come to the door. Getting close and close, but seeing the carriages and horses of the nobles coming and going in and out of the house, I put out my high-minded thoughts."

   "The old man is really a shameful boy. The boy who has no official position and no job is the same as farming? If the grandpa really comes to the door, it should be the boy who feels sincere fear."

  The old man chuckled, and then sighed regretfully: "The daughter of Li Wu's family is really unlucky. It's a good marriage, and I have to make a fuss, but now I regret it to death!"

  Li Wu? The name is a bit familiar.

Seeing Feng Yong's bewildered eyes, old man Li shook his head again, and explained: "It seems that Feng Langjun got sick earlier, and he has indeed forgotten a lot of things. The eldest daughter of Li Wu's family in Xiali Village was originally married to Feng Langjun. I was engaged..."

   Oh, I remembered, I was talking about Xiali Village with the housekeeper yesterday. But after you said that, I realized that I was also a good-for-nothing whose fiancée regretted his marriage.

   Steady, so corny!

   "The kid also suffered from hysteria at the time, and I can't blame others for that." Feng Yong smiled embarrassedly, "Hearing the tone of the grandpa, it seems that he knows Uncle Li's family in Xiali Village?"

   "Counting it all together, then Li Wu should also call me fourth grandfather."

  Is this old man quite senior?

Old man Li didn't seem to intend to get entangled in this topic. He pointed to the rice field in front of him and continued: "If the old man remembers correctly, this land should be the lower field, right? It's just why the grain in the lower field grows better than that in the upper field. Woolen cloth?"

   "Oh, the boy has learned some farming techniques from others, and he tried it on this field a few days ago. I never thought it would work."

   "It turned out to be a secret that was not passed on. It seems that the old man is talking too much." Old man Li cupped his hands to express his apology.

  Family secret art, in ancient times, was the foundation of a family's foothold. If ordinary people ask, it is equivalent to spying. It may be a bit too much to say that there will be an enmity, but if the trouble is unpleasant, it is basically not running away.

  Feng Tubie didn't have this awareness, he said indifferently: "Why is it so serious? It's just that this method is good, but it can only grow such a small piece. It's a pity."

  In these years, how much land can be planted with farm manure alone? Taking Fengzhuang as an example, with the addition of human and animal husbandry, the accumulated farmyard manure can be planted so little. If you want to promote it on a large scale, don't even think about it until you produce chemical fertilizers.

"That's enough," old man Li pointed to the distance, "Even if Feng Langjun's land is not counted, the other lands are much better than other parents, and they can harvest a lot of food. Feng Langjun shook his head and sighed just now, did he feel that there is only such a small piece of land, and he is not satisfied? Forgive me for talking too much, if I change my husband, I will be very content with this."

  (end of this chapter)