Farmer of Shu Han

When I was young and ignorant, I patronized him because of his handsome appearance and good martial arts, so I thought he was a rare gentleman of the Han family.

Who knew that the other party was actually a woman.

This is actually nothing.

It's just a nice misunderstanding.

He just made this kind of misunderstanding in front of Guiwang Feng, but unexpectedly, he was caught by the other party.

And judging from the current situation, I am afraid that he will be manipulated for the rest of his life.

Hua Wan thought of this, and suddenly became depressed again.

He casually touched the heads of the three children, then took out three pieces of exquisite emeralds from his bosom, and handed them to them:

"Here, this is a meeting gift. The red one is for both of you, and the purple one is for both of you."

Rao is Shuangshuang Ah Chong Ah Shun was born in a wealthy family, and has seen good things that ordinary people may not have seen in their lifetime.

But the three emeralds in Hualan's hand are extremely rare pure-colored emeralds, one red and two purple.

The color is pure, and the workmanship is extremely exquisite.

Ah Shun had the sweetest mouth, and thanked the garland:

"Thank you, Aunt Hua."

Then I want to reach for it.

Before he could grab it, he suddenly found that his elder sister and elder brother were not moving at all.

Turning around to look, I saw my elder sister and elder brother blinking and looking at my mother.

Shuangshuang and Ah Chong are not young anymore, knowing that this is not an ordinary good thing, so before stretching out their hands, they looked at the adults and Ah Mu with questioning eyes.

Seeing sister and brother like this, Ah Shun quickly took his hand back.

"Take it, it's okay."

Feng Junhou said broadly.

Although things are rare, if the Feng family really wants them, some people will take the initiative to bring them to their door.

"It seems that you have made a lot of money in the south in the past two years."

Glancing at the jadeite in the child's hand, Feng Junhou said again.

"It's just a gadget." Huahuan clapped her hands and said nonchalantly, "What's the use of earning more? In the end, it's not all for you."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention General Guan, even Ah Mei who was following behind with the child couldn't help but widen her eyes, and looked at her own Ah Lang in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? When did you give it to me?" Feeling the scrutiny of General Guan beside him, Feng Junhou almost jumped into a rage.

"Is not it?"

Hualan passed Feng Junhou's side, approached Amei, stretched out her hand to tease her child, and said without raising her head:

"Nanzhong has run several schools in the past few years, and it costs a lot of money just to buy books and prepare for the teacher every year."

"Not to mention building a school, but also subsidizing the rations for the children of various villages. It's just as much as you earn."

As Hualan spoke, she became a little puffed up again:

"How can I say that I have helped you a lot, how can you be so cruel to charge me so much money?"

"Satisfy you!" Feng Junhou lifted the alarm and began to hit people again, "Isn't it enough to give you a chance to spend this money?"

"How many people can't find the temple gate with their pig's head! Look at Jincheng, how many years later than Nanzhong did the school open?"

The cost of printing books is actually not expensive. Most of the teachers sent to Nanzhong are also students who are preparing to graduate from the school and go to practice.

To put it bluntly, this money is the qualification to buy a school.

The development of the new type of economy in the past few years, coupled with the Xinghan Society, which is a catfish, has forced more aristocratic families to change their minds.

Otherwise, you can only wait to be eliminated.

The best destiny is to fall from the top of society and become a middle class.

"In the past few years, your racecourse and horse team have not missed students from the school. Just this alone, you have already paid back your capital."

Schools all over the country, it doesn't mean that every student can be admitted to the Royal Academy.

What's more, it is to learn common words and basic arithmetic well, and then enter various caravan workshops and plantations as social animals.

The schools in Nanzhong are basically set up by Hualan by attracting people.

In the past two years, all the students in the school who could not go to the Royal Academy were basically taken away by her.

There is no way, many people in Nanzhong now rely on her for food.

In addition, it is a rare good thing such as literacy and reading. As long as she yells out, some people are willing to send their children here.

The development of Nanzhong accelerated the integration of Han and Yi.

At least the children of his handsome leader, the village master, can't do without learning Chinese characters and not knowing Chinese.

A simplest example:

It means that Zhaizi is going to the market to exchange things, facing a barbarian who can guess what the other party wants to express even with words and gestures, and a barbarian who can't express his own meaning with half gestures.

The Han people must give priority to the one who can express themselves.

What?

You don't trade things with the Han people?

Then someone wants to change the patriarch.

"What's the return of the capital? It's as if I don't have to invest any more money now."

Amei's child's nickname is A Nan, which is very characteristic of Nanzhong.

Hualan squeezed Ah Nan's face again and again, and was reluctant to let go. It was tender and slippery, and felt very good.

It wasn't until the little baby was about to cry with his mouth deflated, that he let him go contentedly, and then gave him a piece of suet jade.

Ah Nan got a new thing, and immediately forgot to cry, picked it up and wanted to taste the saltiness in his mouth.

Amei was so scared that he quickly helped him put it away.

Hualan distributed the last two pieces of jade pendants to A Mo and A Bu—the nickname of Li Mu's child was even more interesting, and it was directly called A Bu.

With Anan's example, Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu followed suit and put away things as quickly as possible.

"Now that the reputation of the school has spread, how many people Qu Shuai want to invest in it, how dare you say that you haven't recovered the cost?"

Feng Junhou broke Young Master Hua's little thoughts in one go.

Huayuan curled her lips and stopped talking.

She always forgot that the man in front of her was a ghost king, and it was impossible to hide anything from him.

Besides, when she came here this time, she was looking for him for something, so it's not good to quarrel too much with him.

It's just that she didn't speak, Feng Junhou didn't let her go.

Seeing her throwing presents at the child, this person started to talk meanly again:

"You brought presents for the children, didn't you bring presents for us?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words, Hualan took out a purse from her bosom and handed it to Feng Junhou:

"Here, here!"

This time it was Feng Junhou's turn to be surprised. He wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect that the other party actually took out a gift for him.

He didn't immediately reach out to pick it up, but asked first:

"What's this?"

Miss Hua moved her hand forward:

"Your gift, I brought it here for you specially, don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Feng Junhou chuckled, secretly thinking that even if you played a Gu on this, would I still be afraid of you?

My Amei, after Nanzhong witch doctor, is probably much better than you.

Thinking this way in his heart, he reached out and took it.

"open to take a look?"

Hualan said to him mysteriously.

Feng Junhou glanced at her suspiciously, and then opened the purse as he said.

There is no emerald, no gold, and no notes in it.

Feng Junhou took a closer look, and couldn't help pouring out the contents.

What I received in my hand was a handful of rice.

"What's the meaning?"

Feng Junhou weighed the rice in his hand and asked.

Could it be that this is the custom of Nanzhong, giving rice to others, expressing wish that the other party's grain warehouse is full?

Hualan raised her chin and reminded:

"Do you know that this rice is very different from ordinary rice?"

When Feng Junhou heard the words, he couldn't help lowering his head and looked carefully again:

"Isn't it just rice? What else could be different? Could it be cooked?"

As he spoke, he twisted one and put it in his mouth.

There was a slight "click" in his mouth, after chewing, Feng Junhou frowned: "Raw?"

Guan Xiaojunhou next to him took a look at Ah Nan, stroked his forehead and sighed, she finally knew who the child was after putting the jade in his mouth to taste the salt.

Hualan gave a "tsk", and looked at Feng Junhou with an idiot's eyes:

"This is the rice I planted in Jincheng last year and this year!"

Seeing her like this, Feng Junhou was immediately unwilling to show weakness, and looked at the rice in his hand with disgust:

"What's the matter? The rice you grow is more expensive than other people's gold? Why don't you have the nerve to give it away? You only give this one."

"If you really want to give it away, it's about the same if you send me thousands or hundreds of dan. It happens that I ate too much pasta in Chang'an, so I can eat a few more bowls of rice this winter."

Garland is furious:

"Of course it is more expensive than others! This grain seed, but I found it from Yicheng after a lot of hard work, I know how much thought I put into it! If you don't want it, give it back to me!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand angrily and grabbed Feng Junhou's hand, trying to snatch the rice back.

"Lin Yi..."

Feng Junhou just said three words, then subconsciously stopped: "Lin Yi?"

"certainly!"

Hualan's little hand had already grasped the rice, but who expected Feng Junhou's big hand to shake it suddenly, and immediately took her hand together:

"Oh! You little lady, just speak well when you speak, what are you doing with your hands and feet?"

"Besides, there is no reason to take the gift back by yourself?"

Feng Junhou was afraid that she would pull away forcefully, so he held her wrist with the other hand to prevent her from moving.

"Tell me first, what's going on? How did you get the seeds from Lin Yi?"

"Also, you said that this is the millet you planted in Jincheng, but is it true?"

Hualan's face was flushed, and she glared angrily: "Let go!"

"I won't let it go!" Feng Junhou began to play hooligans, "This is mine, please explain it to me first!"

Huahuan twitched hard a few times, but Feng Junhou's grip was even tighter.

She was about to cry: "Let go of my hand first! I won't take your things!"

"Huh? This..."

Only then did Feng Junhou notice the embarrassment between the two, and hurriedly let go of his hands.

"This...haha, this, I didn't pay attention, haha..."

In front of all the wives and concubines, Feng Junhou laughed and bent down to pick up a few grains of millet on the ground:

"Hearing Hua Niangzi mentioned Lin Yidao, I was in a hurry, and I was in a hurry, hehe..."

Amei is a well-behaved person. Seeing that Feng Junhou is very concerned about these millets, she broke the embarrassment out of curiosity:

"Mr., is there any difference between the millet in Linyi and the ordinary millet?"

Feng Junhou put the millet back into his purse and said:

"Ah, I have to ask Mrs. Hua, after all, she planted it."

At this moment, Hualan finally calmed down a little.

She didn't dare to look at others, she only dared to look at her friend Amei:

"Linyi rice is drought-tolerant, it does not need water like ordinary rice, and it grows wherever it chooses."

"The most important thing is that it only takes a little over two months from sowing to harvesting..."

Hearing this, even Secretary Zhang, who had been squinting at people, couldn't help exclaiming:

"Two months?"

"It's not two months, it's more than two months." Huayuan corrected, "I heard that it only takes less than two months in Linyi, but I tried it in Jincheng, and it took more than two months."

"Two more months is fine!" Zhang Xingyi interrupted, "Nanzhong has more mountains and less land. If the Linyi rice is really so good, it will solve the big problem."

Of course, Hualan knew that Linyi rice, which is not picky about the land and is very drought-tolerant, is very suitable for planting in Nanzhong.

In particular, Xinghan will take the lead in opening terraced fields in Nanzhong, which is simply tailor-made for Lin Yidao.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Feng Junhou.

Everyone said that this person was the reincarnation of the ghost king, and it seemed reasonable.

Otherwise, how could he let himself keep trying to find Lin Yidao, and why would he vigorously develop terraced fields in Nanzhong?

It can be said that this move is really a great merit to the people of Nanzhong.

If grandpa Zhuge brought order to Nanzhong, then this guy brought prosperity to Nanzhong.

Of course, in the earliest days he was cannibal, which doesn't count.

Feng Junhou didn't notice Hualan's gaze, he turned his head away, smiled at Zhang Xingyi and said:

"As for Jiangzhou, Zhang Boqi has been lucky. Before he took office, he got such a great contribution out of thin air."

With Linyi rice, not only Jiangzhou, but also Nanzhong and the entire Sichuan plain, the arable area is estimated to expand again.

Those places that cannot be irrigated by canal water but have sufficient rainfall, as well as those places that are not fertile enough, can try to grow this kind of rice.

Calculated in this way, the grain production in Shu may have to increase again.

Not only will the aristocratic families in the Shu Plain be swept to death, but also the noble families in Jingzhou will be swept to death.

Thinking of this, Feng Junhou became extremely happy when he looked at Hua Niangzi.

Hua Niangzi did not dare to meet Feng Junhou's gaze, and avoided it.

Feng Junhou cared about being happy and didn't go to investigate, just said to Guan Xiaojunhou:

"I want to entertain a distinguished guest today, Xijun, please tell the servants to prepare more good food and wine."

Guan Xiaojunhou nodded with a smile, took a deep look at the flower garland, and then called several people to lead the child down.

Huahuan also wanted to leave with her, but she was a guest, and the most important thing was that she still had something to say to Feng Junhou.

"Sit down and have a sip of tea first."

Feng Junhou took the initiative to say, "Thank you for the matter of Lin Yidao."

Feng Junhou himself had given up all hope for what he had ordered to her a few years ago.

She didn't expect that she could remember it all the time, and gave herself a pleasant surprise.

Feng Junhou is so happy, apart from what he just said, there is actually another more important reason:

Agriculture is the primary industry, and all development of human society is based on sufficient food supply.

From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, for thousands of years, the official population of the Central Plains was basically around 60 million at its peak.

Until the Song Dynasty, with the emergence of new tools, Jiangnan was vigorously developed.

The most important thing is to promote Linyi Rice in an all-round way, so that the population can touch the scale of 100 million.

Until the Ming Dynasty, new food crops continued to be introduced, and the population broke through again, reaching 200 million.

Don't underestimate the introduction and improvement of one or two types of crops. It is likely that the upper population limit that the Central Plains can bear will continue to be broken.

Without sufficient food supply, without sufficient population size, everything is imaginary.

Hualan sat down obediently, picked up the teacup, brought it to her mouth, then quickly put it down, not knowing whether she drank it or not:

"It's not a lot of hard work. In fact, this time I'm here, besides telling you this, I have something else I want to ask of you."

"Oh, what's the matter? Anyway, as long as I can do it, I will help you."

Feng Junhou was very happy today, and he complied generously.