Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 74 debut

  At the end of August, it was still very hot in central Sichuan. Standing on the ground, Liu Chan still felt extremely uncomfortable with the yellow cover covering his head. He was a little fat man, prone to sweating, and his underwear was soaked early, but he still had to act nonchalantly on the surface. Because he is the emperor, he wants to be a good emperor, and this kind of thing that increases appeal has to be persisted.

"Farming is a major event. Your Majesty attaches so much importance to it. It's really a blessing for all people." Someone around him was flattering the old-fashioned. Although the person who said it felt disgusting, Liu Chan obviously liked to listen. smiled.

   "Is that the Ba Niu plow newly made by Zhuyejian? Let me show it." The play must be a complete set, as a great weapon to buy people's hearts. In fact, Liu Chan still pays more attention to this Ba Niu plow.

   Immediately, some palace servants went down to pass on the emperor's oral order.

  In the Han Dynasty, the word Zhen, as the self-proclaimed emperor, generally only appeared in court meetings or imperial edicts, and it was also used in some more formal occasions. On weekdays, they generally call themselves "I" and "Wu" in private, no different from ordinary people. In addition, the word "zhen" is not only reserved for emperors, but queen mothers and empresses can also use it.

After receiving the order, Wang Xun and Zhao Guang, who had prepared long ago, raised the whips in their hands and yelled, and the eight cows flicked their tails, dragged the heavy plow, and walked forward slowly, digging the soil deep into the ground. turn up.

   "Why is this plow so weird?" As a student of Prime Minister Zhuge, Ma Di naturally knew the origin of the eight ox plow, but what he didn't expect was that this real thing not only had a strange appearance, but also was so big?

  Ma Di couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, lifted his robe, went down to the ground himself, bent down to look at the turned up mud, and thought to himself: This is much deeper than before.

  The rules of the monarch and ministers in the Han and Tang Dynasties were not as strict as those in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. As long as it is not a formal occasion, the monarch and ministers are more casual. Even in the early Song Dynasty nearly a thousand years later, ministers still sat on chairs when discussing affairs. Only the Ming and Qing Dynasties, when the imperial power reached its peak, would kneel down to discuss matters.

   Ma Di turned his head, found Feng Yong who was standing far away on the other side of the field, and cupped his hands: "Feng Jianling is here all right?"

  Feng Yong felt that this guy was here to mock him on the spot. There is no way, the caring look in his eyes when he looked at him a few months ago is still fresh in his memory.

   "Thank you Ma Canjun for your concern. Farewell to Feng Zhuang, long time no see."

"The old man really lost his sight that day." Ma Su smiled bitterly on his face, and shook his head lightly, "It is the old man's fault that the court almost lost a good talent. Feng Jianling once said that in farming, intensive cultivation , is the essence, the old man did not understand that day. A few days ago, I heard that Feng Jian ordered the farm to harvest half a stone more grain per mu than his upper field. At this time, thinking about it, it must be related to the four words of deep plowing and careful cultivation. I can't get away from the relationship. I hope Feng Jianling won't worry about the rudeness that day."

In Fengzhuang, he regarded talent as a mad talent. Ma Di really felt that it was a small black spot that he could not erase in his life, but he was a student of Zhuge Lao Yao after all, so he could tell this matter without blushing, and he even criticized him in public. Feng Yong bowed his hands and apologized, his generosity was admirable.

   "Don't dare. The kid was really arrogant back then, and anyone would think that it was absurd to say it without proof in front of Ma Canjun. It's just that the kid is unreasonable." Feng Yong hurriedly returned the salute.

  This Ma Di, if he didn't know that he would have a street pavilion in the future, just from this bearing alone, it would really make people feel good at once.

   "It seems that the eight-ox plow has plowed a much deeper field than the two-ox 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 grass roots, but also turn the grass into the ground and turn it into crop fertilizer. It kills two birds with one stone."

   "Fertilizer?" Ma Di asked strangely, "What's the meaning of this?"

"People want to eat food, and cattle need to eat grass. Both of them take the essence of other things to nourish themselves, which is the food. Why don't they need to take the essence of the soil to grow? Cutting the roots of the grass can make the weeds not be with the food. Competing for the essence of the ground, turn the grass in the ground, and over time, the weeds will melt into the soil, become the essence of the ground, and be used for food, this is killing two birds with one stone."

   There is no way to tell the ancients about the knowledge of microbial microelement photosynthesis, so I had to talk about it casually.

Ma Di heard this, but his eyes brightened, and he clapped his hands and said: "The farmers and the common people know that they need to weed out the weeds in the fields. When they ask why, they are at a loss. Hearing Feng Jianling's words today, he suddenly understood. The Book of Changes has said: The relationship between heaven and earth Dao, the people use it every day without knowing it. The ancients are honest and do not deceive me!"

   Cultural people are so annoying! Everything can be pulled on the scriptures!

  Feng Tubie laughed dryly, but didn't answer, because he was illiterate and didn't know how to proceed.

Fortunately, Ma Di didn't notice Feng Tubie's embarrassing expression, and looked at Ba Niuli with a little emotion: "A few days ago, I heard about Feng Jianling's farm food, and I also thought about it in private. After listening to Feng Langjun's words, how much more grain can the big man harvest this autumn harvest? Alas, I am really ashamed!"

  Damn it, why do I feel that the ancients were always so virtuous when they were officials? Shouldn't it be that with the development of productivity, people's level of consciousness will continue to increase?

"How can it be so simple?" Feng Yong said, "It is not easy to make the eight-ox plow alone, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Not to mention, eight cows are needed to pull it. How many plows are there in the world? Can a family have eight cows? Just like the lower government, it only has two cows."

   Ma Di said meaningfully: "Sometimes it is not easy, but it is the easiest."

  Feng Yong pretended not to understand. I thought to myself that according to this meaning, this time the old demon Zhuge will most likely take this opportunity to try to sneak up on those local aborigines--he would do the same thing if it were Feng Yong. Hanzhong is such a big place, if it is all reclaimed, how much food can it produce? It is definitely more than enough to supply the Northern Expedition, at least for a year or two in a row, there is no problem, the food is no longer subject to the family, Zhuge old demon probably will completely let himself go, thinking about it is a little scary.

  The biggest disadvantage of the eight-ox plow is that it is not easy to turn around. It is only suitable for large-scale cultivated land. As for those small fields, the Quyuan plow is naturally the most suitable. But in this era, which aristocratic family doesn't have tens of thousands of acres of fields connected together? This kind of eight-ox plow is the best for them!

  Of course, all the nobles present here today are poor compared to the big families in central Sichuan, and most of them don’t have that much land in their homes. This may seem like a sad story in the past, but now it seems that there is no need to be sad anymore, because Hanzhong has a lot of wasteland!

  Because of the wars in the early years in Hanzhong, large tracts of barren fields were abandoned there like that, it is really heartbreaking! It is necessary to reclaim the wasteland as soon as possible, and everyone's hearts are starting to get excited, the emperor is holy! It was said earlier that he would reward everyone with the land of Hanzhong, but there is no real news until now. Could it be a lie to us? No, I have to find a way to remind the emperor.

  The officials who knew the existence of Ba Niulu began to feel a little disturbed in their hearts.

  (end of this chapter)