Farmer of Shu Han

Thinking of this, Guan Ji broke free from Feng Yong's hand, and looked at Feng Yong with a little shame, "Brother thinks well! How long has the younger sister begged for this article? If the younger sister did not resort to tricks, brother Don't know when I just remembered?"

She didn't expect that Feng Tubie really wanted to hear her sing.

Feng Yong salivated and said with a smile, "Good Sanniang, how about singing one more time?"

Guan Ji's eyes fluttered, and she glanced at Feng Yong with a half-smile, "It's not impossible to ask my younger sister to sing this Yuefu. It's just that I just recited the few sentences that my brother said to Ma Taishou, and then I will recite them completely for my younger sister. So what if my sister sings two songs in a row?"

Feng Yong's face froze.

If it is about other poems, Feng Tubie memorizes it, which is no big deal, but this "Changgan Xing" is followed by "Qutang Yanyudui" and "Until Changfengsha".

It's all about the place names of the Yangtze River. How do you ask him to explain this to Guan Ji?

So Feng Tubie had no choice but to say, "I haven't thought about this yet."

"snort!"

Guan Ji glared at Feng Yong, she knew it was this excuse again.

It's just that Guan Ji forced him to recite once just now, and Guan Ji was already cruel, but this time she tried to force him again, but she couldn't do it again.

At the moment, I had to pick up the written "The Difficult Road to Shu" and go out.

Feng Tubie looked at the beauty's back, but he didn't dare to stop her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the table, but found that the knife and pen were still there. Unexpectedly, Guan Ji confiscated it, and he was overjoyed.

Glancing at the door, seeing that Guan Ji had disappeared, Feng Tubie immediately grabbed the knife and pen in his hand, and said to himself, you didn't take this away yourself, even if you gave it to me, it's not my sneaky thing .

Guan Ji went back to her yard and carefully tasted the article in her hand.

Although I know that my brother is no longer sad because of his parents, but when I read this article again, I still feel a little distressed.

But when he thought of the words he said to Ma Di, he felt a little sour in his heart unconsciously.

I don't know who he wrote those few sentences to? You can't take it seriously as Miss Zhang, can you?

If it wasn't for seeing the knife and pen he secretly hid at that time, he wouldn't have let him go so easily.

Guan Ji thought secretly.

This spring, a little bit of spring...

At the same time, this spring is also a season suitable for cattle plowing.

As the "Weicheng of Hanzhong Diannong School", Feng Yong participated in the spring plowing in Hanzhong, which is justified.

As the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Corporation, it was only logical for him to participate in the cultivation of Huangzhuang.

"Feng Jiancheng, all the food has been planted at this time. Is it too late to sow the seeds at this time?"

Huo Yi was holding a handful of sand in his hand, if he didn't look carefully, he really couldn't see the tiny brown seeds mixed in it, and there was a little worry on his face.

"Don't worry, Huo Jianling," Feng Yong bent down and looked at the plowed land, "this alfalfa can be sown as long as it's not past April."

During the Three Kingdoms period, it was in the ice age in Chinese history, and the temperature was lower than that of later generations. I heard that the Huaihe River was frozen in winter, which was never seen in later generations.

Therefore, the time for planting alfalfa has just passed in the fourth month of the lunar calendar in later generations, but for Hanzhong in this era, it can still be planted in a hurry.

Huo Yi smiled apologetically, and said, "No one understands this thing called alfalfa except Feng Jiancheng. Whatever Feng Jiancheng says, it is naturally what it is."

He sighed again, "It's just 20,000 mu of land, and instead of growing food, they used it to grow this. To be honest, I really panicked. This is something no one has ever done before."

"These seeds cannot be planted for 20,000 mu."

Feng Yong shook his head, "How much can be planted in the end depends on Yiwen and Zishi, how many seeds can be brought back later."

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun not only became human traffickers, but also went looking for alfalfa seeds.

And in Ju County, rumors have long been released that alfalfa seeds can be exchanged for cloth.

Even so, the seeds collected by Feng Yong are far from the standard of 20,000 mu.

"Besides, this alfalfa, besides feeding livestock, is also helpful to the field. As far as I know, if the land where alfalfa has been planted is planted with grain in the coming year, the grain can grow better than other places."

"Is there anything else like this?"

Huo Yi said in surprise, pointing to the plowed land in front of him, "So Feng Jiancheng specially chose this kind of field to plant?"

"Using the upper field to grow food is the real thing," Feng Yong smiled. "It's not worthwhile to grow food in this kind of downfield. After planting alfalfa, it can be used to grow food. It may be that the lower field becomes the middle field. This is the real thing." The way of farming."

After hearing this, Huo Yi praised: "It is said that Feng Langjun is good at farming, but I didn't expect to be able to grow grass. It is really rare in the world."

Plant grass?

The corners of Feng Yong's mouth twitched, thinking that when Lao Tzu's cattle and sheep raised with alfalfa became a large scale, who would dare to say that, see if I don't use wool to kill him?

The two were talking, when a breeze blew, accompanied by a smell.

Feng Yong frowned and covered his nose.

On the contrary, Huo Yi didn't care about it. He looked up and saw the barbarians, led by the Han farmers, piled piles of black things on the ground with a cart.

Some people who were working in the field carried the dustpan and packed the black stuff, and sprinkled it on the plowed field continuously.

"When I was in the palace last year, I heard that Feng Langjun used human and livestock defecation to make the fields produce more food?"

Huo Yi didn't seem to be pretending, he walked to a pile of manure with great interest, and even reached out his hand to grab a handful of farmyard manure.

"At that time, I heard about this and tried it myself, but I never thought that it would kill the flowers and plants. It turns out that the defecation has to be piled up, so that it can be used like this?"

Didn't expect Huo Yi to be a man of action?

But it's no wonder that the flowers and plants don't die if you take the unretting defecation and sprinkle it directly.

"Yes. Mix it with dead branches and leaves, and plant ash. After accumulation, it can become like this. No matter what you plant, if you sprinkle this thing, it will grow very well."

Feng Yong wanted to spit, but he couldn't be rude in front of Huo Yi, so he had no choice but to take advantage of Huo Yi's inattention, turn his head away, and swallow the saliva hard.

"It's just a pity. If these fertilizers... fertilizer, is that what it's called?"

"right."

"If these fertilizers are used to grow food, how much more food can be harvested?"

Huo Yi had some reluctance in his eyes.

That's the fertilizer I accumulated over the winter. I can use it however I like, don't you care about me?

The wool spinning workshop has moved to Nanxiang, but the pasture will remain in Nanzheng.

The reason is that Feng Yong can't transport the manure that has been retting for a winter to Nanxiang. No matter how free he is, no matter how many people he has, he will never play shit like this.

He planned to use Xiaqiu to feed Nanzheng's grassland directly, and Nanxiang opened up another grassland for storing green materials.

In this way, this winter, the pasture can be directly moved there.

Otherwise, raw material supply and raw material processing are not combined, and the cost will increase.