Farmer of Shu Han

Feng Yong has no experience in raising maggots, and he has not even understood the complete process. He can only continue to experiment based on the fragments he learned in his previous life and his own inferences.

But raising earthworms is much easier for Feng Yong. Earthworms like fertile land, or they can turn less fertile land into fertile land, which is a good thing.

The people of the Three Kingdoms already had a vague concept of land fertility, and they already had the practice of rotating the land to let the land rest and restore its fertility, and even the practice of turning the weeds in the ground into the ground for fertilizer. However, the most direct way to restore soil fertility is to spread farmyard manure on the ground, which no one has thought of.

Just like Zhuangzi of the Feng family, people defecate everywhere, cow dung is everywhere on the road, and there is never a concept of centralized treatment. This made Feng Yong feel disgusting at first, and now he feels it is a waste.

Cow dung, leaves or straw are hoeed and crushed, and then mixed with soil in a certain proportion to ferment, it is the best thing for raising earthworms, and it is also a good thing for fertile land. From now on, the housekeeper must be instructed to pay attention to the matter of farmyard manure. Feng Yong thought while writing down his thoughts on raising maggots and earthworms on the bamboo slips.

Looking up at Yaomei who was waiting to serve her, she saw that those big black eyes were filled with admiration, and her breathing was much lighter than usual, for fear of disturbing Feng Yong who was writing.

"Are you literate?"

Shake your head.

"Want to learn how to read?"

He hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"Do you know what this is called?" Feng Yong shook the pen in his hand.

"Pen."

The voice is very soft.

"What about this one?"

Shake the bamboo slips again.

"Bamboo pieces?"

Obvious question.

"This is called a bamboo slip. What is this called?"

"Paper. There is one at home, and it was brought back by A Weng."

I go! It seems that Ding Er was not talking nonsense when he said that he wanted to take that piece of paper back for offering.

Feng Yong thought to himself, at the same time shook the pen in his hand, and asked again, "What's this called?"

"Pen."

"what about this?"

"Bamboo slips."

"what about this?"

"Paper."

"Do you want to know how to read?"

Nodding, then suddenly thought of something, shaking her head in a panic, and seeing Feng Yong's meaningful smile, Yaomei hurriedly lowered her head, her voice was like a mosquito, "I dare not..."

"Go to Uncle Zhao and ask for a sand table and branches, and say I ordered it."

Reading and literacy has been the privilege of the nobles since ancient times, and it was gradually popularized to some ordinary landlords later. As for ordinary people, they have never been included in the scope of reading and literacy.

Those so-called children from poor families mentioned by later generations have at least one character, and the poor family is also a family, at least they have the qualifications to study. As for ordinary people, they were called Qianshou, and they were never regarded as complete people, at least not until the Three Kingdoms.

There is one aspect of not being qualified to study and not having the capital to study. On the other hand, teaching Mongolian children to read and write was a big problem for ancient times. It can only be repeated repeatedly by the Mengtong. Only when the child has mastered enough words can the rhyme be cut, and finally is the "speaking", which means explaining the meaning of the article.

This method is extremely inefficient, not only requires a lot of resources, but also requires a lot of time and energy, and it is impossible for ordinary people to afford it.

Even for many families who are able to read, the most important thing for a child to be in his teens is not literacy, but learning a life skill.

Whether it is the most humble business, or a craft, or managing a farm, only by learning a life skill, so that when you are fourteen or fifteen years old and you can get married, you can have a skill to support yourself and your wife and children.

So in this era, literacy and reading are discussed separately. Children from wealthy families may write a certain number of characters, may recognize most characters, and may even write a family letter that can be understood by others, but if they want to write an article, most People may not be able to do it. This is literacy, but they are already considered scholars.

And those who are really qualified and able to go further are not omnipotent to the point of continuing to study. Because some are not smart enough, or some have no talent for reading, they will be eliminated again.

The rest are the most elite type of people. So, this is why the ancients regarded reading as a sacred thing. Those who can read their own opinions through reading are indeed considered the smartest talents. As for writing books, they are already famous forever.

Before and after the founding of New China, the illiteracy rate was over 80%. By 2000, it was only under 7%. Among them, the evening school literacy is indispensable, that is, when Feng Yong was in primary school, there was a night school literacy sign in the classroom closest to the school gate.

And the success of this literacy literacy, there is a factor that cannot be ignored, that is the Hanyu Pinyin, which was originally used to eliminate Chinese characters, but in the end it became a major contributor to the popularization of Chinese. It cannot but be said to be a great irony.

But it has to be admitted that Hanyu Pinyin is a great improvement for the previous Chinese characters that can only be phoneticized by straight characters or fanqie. And Feng Yong, who is now holding this big killer, although the ancient and modern pronunciations are not exactly the same, but the usage of pinyin is the same.

Teaching Yaomei to read is just a sudden idea, and it is also a temporary interest. Feng Yong wants to know whether teaching people to read and write with the method of Chinese pinyin will be faster than the method of this era. How much depends on her own talent.

Knowing that Feng Yong wanted the sand table to teach Yaomei to read, the housekeeper's eyes on Yaomei changed. He didn't know what this reminded him, but he nodded and praised: "This Yaomei looks really good. I am so lucky to be able to be treated differently by the lord. If there are more literate people in the mansion, others will look at us highly. From now on, Feng's mansion has really become a heir to farming and reading, and it is not in vain that the old lord spent his life to gain it. everything."

Feng Yong couldn't answer these words, but he couldn't directly deny the housekeeper's words, so he could only nod his head, "It's just right that Uncle Zhao is here. There is one more thing about raising chickens that Uncle Zhao needs to worry about."

At the moment we talked about the accumulation of cow manure, and also specifically said that in the future, no matter whether humans or animals, they will be dealt with in this way.

After hearing this, Butler Zhao looked at Feng Yong in a very strange way. If it wasn't for the cover-up of the technique of wishing the rooster, he would have felt that Feng Yong had gone crazy again on the spot.

If Jincheng exists as the only center of the Shu Han, then there are two centers in Jincheng City, one is the nominal center, the imperial palace. One is the actual center, the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In the prime minister's mansion, Zhuge Liang knelt down in front of the table, meticulously reviewing the document in his hand. At the age of forty-two, he has a thin and handsome face, and his demeanor is not angry but arrogant. After scanning the bamboo slips on the case with sharp eyes, he wrote down his opinions directly with his right hand, then rolled them up and put them away. Go to one side, and then pick up the bamboo slips on the other side... Ten lines at a glance, the hands don't stop, there is almost no hesitation.

Ma Di hurried in with a scroll of letters, with a worried look on his face, and hurriedly said to Zhuge Liang who was seated: "Prime Minister, Nanzhong urgent report!"

Zhuge Liang gave a "huh", pointed to the side, and while lowering his head to review the bamboo slips, he said: "Put it here, and read it after I finish approving this document."

"Prime Minister, why don't you read the urgent report from Nanzhong first?" Although Ma Di put the bamboo slips away as he said, he persuaded, "Nanzhong is rebellious!"

"Nanzhong has been dissatisfied for a long time, and Dongwu has newly acquired the land of Jingzhou, so it must have the heart to look at Shu. Now the emperor died, and the lord was young. If Dongwu colluded with Nanzhong, Nanzhong would turn against it. What's so strange? ?" Zhuge Liang said, keeping his hands in his hands, and put the approved bamboo slips aside, then raised his head, and said lightly.

Ma Di was startled, the words seemed familiar, did someone seem to have said similar words a few days ago?

"But Prime Minister, if the conflict between South and Central China is related to Soochow, then Soochow must take action. Cao Wei in the north is powerful, and Jie took the opportunity to enter. Shuzhong is enemies on three sides. What should we do then?"

Hearing this, the movements of Zhuge Liang's hands stopped, and he sighed softly, "Yes, since the death of the first emperor, I have been thinking all the time, what should I do if Ruojie is attacked from three sides?"