Farmer of Shu Han

"Feng Langjun, it will take at least two months for the paper to be produced. At this time, at most, the bark and hemp stalks are soaked, and the pulp is just ready to be soaked."

Carpenter Feng quickly explained.

Feng Yong nodded. Although he didn't know the specific process of papermaking, he knew the general principle and knew that it would be impossible to make it in a while.

"From your experience, can this mulberry and hemp be made?"

"Success is definitely possible. After all, Marquis Cai also used tree bark in the past. Although he has never used mulberry bark, the principle is the same, and there is no difference in thinking."

In the field he is good at, Feng Jianggong is somewhat confident, "It's just that the villain really dare not say what the finished product looks like."

The tree is barked, that is to die.

And mulberry trees are an important means of production. Who would be as heartless as Feng Tubie, who is full of mulberries and wants to peel the bark of the mulberry tree?

"As long as you can do it."

Feng Yong waved his hand and told him to go back.

He continued to take Guan Ji forward, and when the smell disappeared, he pointed to the paper-making workshop in the distance and said, "Whether you can make paper from that mulberry or not, I plan to make paper in Nanxiang Plant mulberry hemp vigorously, so, this matter still needs the Zhang family's help."

The reason Zhuge Old Demon valued himself so much was because Qu Yuanli and Ba Niuli had gradually revealed their power.

Two ox plows carrying a bar to plow the land are not only a waste of animal power, but also very inefficient. Therefore, before Feng Yong brought out the Quyuan plow and the eight ox plow, the arable land area was much smaller than it is now.

If you look at Nanxiang's wasteland before, you can understand that the Zhang family can take up 70% to 80% of the land, and they still reward it clearly.

The Li family took up half of the remaining corners.

Originally, the Li family was just thinking of a way to stuff Li Mu on Feng Tubie's couch, and the land reclamation was just for show, and they didn't think about doing it, so they did it smoothly, so it was a mistake.

However, Feng Yong has already planned their family's land into a ranch and a vegetable garden project for a textile workshop, so for the mulberry hemp, he still has to find Zhang's family.

In the end, the remaining half was after Ma Di came to Hanzhong as the prefect, and vigorously encouraged land reclamation. With the help of the government, he rented cattle, plows, and seeds.

But with Quyuanli and Baniuli, not only the grain production increased, but even the arable area was twice as much as before!

This is just an estimate. As for the real actual effect, we don't know yet, but we can roughly estimate it in three to five years.

Deep plowing technology has great effects not only on cultivated land, but also on raw land.

How important is this leap-forward progress to the great Han who only retains the land of Shu?

"If mulberry can't make paper, why do you need to plant so much?"

Guan Ji asked strangely.

"Hemp rope," Feng Yong pointed to the big house of the textile workshop in the distance, "There will be more and more cloth in the future, and more hemp rope will be used. Can't we always use straw rope?"

The hemp rope is much stronger than the straw rope, and it is also of higher grade than the straw rope. The wool cloth is taller, so what’s the matter with tying it with a straw rope?

"There are still sacks. There will be more and more wool shipped from Ju County and Nanzheng. There will be no enough sacks."

There is another point that Feng Yong didn't say, that is, he has thousands of people under his command, and he doesn't farm the land, so he can exchange wool for food.

But if you also exchange woolen cloth for clothes... that is mentally retarded behavior.

I was originally a weaver, but I still have to exchange woolen cloth for linen. Isn’t that mentally handicapped?

But wearing woolen cloth instead of linen in summer... Isn't it mentally retarded?

Therefore, my demand for hemp will not be less in the future.

Instead of making others cheaper, why not make Zhang's family cheaper? To be precise, it is the young lady of the Zhang family.

Anyway, Feng Yong's dealings with the Zhang family were mostly in the name of Zhang Xingyi.

In the future, Hanzhong will become a grain production area controlled by the imperial court. Coupled with the deep farming technology brought by Feng Yong, the cultivated area will only increase in the next few years. There will only be more and more.

Growing food is definitely not as profitable as growing hemp.

Even later generations have never heard that growing food is more profitable than growing cash crops.

Don't take advantage of the old monster Zhuge to let him toss Nanxiang at will, and when Nanxiang is officially managed, it's not up to him to decide what to plant.

"What about the mulberry tree? Is it possible that my brother still wants to make silk?"

The highest grade of cloth is naturally brocade.

Brocade needs to use silk, and silkworms need to use mulberry leaves. Since Feng Yongneng weaves wool cloth with wool, Guan Ji naturally thought of brocade.

Feng Yong nodded and said with a smile, "The woolen cloth is for common people, and the brocade is for nobles. Since we have so many weavers, why don't we weave brocade?"

"Brother..." Guan Ji hesitated for a moment before saying, "Brocade weaving and cloth weaving are not the same thing."

"The loom alone is different. Brocade weaving is much more difficult than weaving cloth. Not to mention the delicateness of silkworms. It is considered luck to raise ten heads and survive half of them. However, the silk produced may not be satisfactory. In the end, it can be used It can be said that there are very few silks."

"As for the fact that it takes several years to plant mulberry trees, that's a trivial matter."

Shu brocade is a famous product in Sichuan. Although Guan Ji is not good at female celebrities, she used to be by Huang Yueying's side, and Shu brocade is an important source of the imperial court, so she also knows these things clearly.

Since Feng Yong thought about planting mulberry trees and raising silkworms, he had naturally thought about it.

He dragged Guan Ji to a bend in the river and saw that there was no one around, so he chose a clean place to sit down, waved to Guan Ji and said, "Sanniang, sit down and wait for me to talk to you." explain."

Seeing that her elder brother was so disregarding his manners again, Guan Ji was about to remind her, but stopped when she reached her mouth. She looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down next to Feng Yong.

The river in front of me turned a corner here, and the river water became gentle, like a calm mirror, reflecting flashes in the sun.

Another example is that a wide scarf surrounds this area, and the place where Feng Yong and Guan Ji are sitting is the very top of the scarf.

At this time, there is no industrial pollution, and the vegetation is lush. Once people sit down, the grass can basically block them all.

The surroundings are quiet and noisy, with the sound of gurgling water, crickets screaming loudly, and even a pheasant poking its head out, glanced at the two strange creatures, and then quickly retreated into the grass...

But there is no voice.

Feng Yong lightly circled Guan Ji's waist, Guan Ji's body froze for a moment, then she gently leaned her head on Feng Yong's shoulder, the two of them did not speak for a long time.

"Like it?"

In the end, it was Feng Yong who broke the silence between the two.

"I like it." Guan Ji said softly, "I don't know why, just sitting like this, even if I don't speak, my heart is full of joy."

"A lover drinks enough water."

Feng Yong said with a smile.

Guan Ji laughed "puchi" and slapped Feng Yong, "You can say things that others have never heard before, and I don't know where you learned them from."

As he said that, he sat up straight and looked at Feng Yong with his head sideways, "Although what my brother said sounds plain and simple, it is full of taste when I think about it carefully. I don't know how I came up with it."

"If you feel something in your heart, it will become your own article."

Feng Tubie immediately went into the pretentious mode, and what he said made Guan Ji's eyes light up, but Tubie was destined to be handsome for only three seconds, and the next sentence would ruin the mood.

"Speaking of articles, Sanniang will sing a song for me? I remember that "The Road to Shu" you sang earlier was very nice. At this time, listening to Sanniang's singing must be a kind of enjoyment."

Guan Ji's voice is quiet and distant, a rare good voice in later generations.

"In this situation and the situation, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to sing such a majestic essay as "The Difficult Road to Shu"? How about singing "Long Gan Xing"?"

Guan Ji said with a faint smile.

Feng Yong didn't tell her about "Long Gan Xing" at the beginning, but this article finally spread in Jincheng. She often communicated with Jincheng by letter, so she naturally knew the full text.

Although this article is about the deep love between the emperor and the empress, when she first heard the beginning of this article, it was not the same thing.

Feng Yong coughed dryly, "It's all right if Sanniang doesn't want to sing, why bother to keep talking about it? If that's the case, why don't I sing a song and listen to Sanniang?"

"Is it true that you can do anything?"

Guan Ji later found out that the reason for this article was that the emperor entrusted Huo Yi with the words, so Feng Yong wrote the full text, so she didn't have much grudges about this matter, but this did not prevent her from speaking out at this time.

But when Feng Yong said that he was going to sing a song, his eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief.

Feng Yong cleared his throat, watched the river flow, and glanced at Guan Ji again, "I don't sing well, I hope Sanniang won't make fun of her."

Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, "Brother wants to sing, so do it."

I thought to myself that there is no one around at this time, so why not let my brother indulge for a while?

"The waves run, the waves flow, the river flows endlessly for thousands of miles..."

When I see the waves in the river, I naturally think of the waves, and the theme song of "Shanghai Bund" came out of my mouth.

When I was young, there were not many entertainment programs, and the only few black and white TV sets in the village were the biggest entertainment.

Although I can't understand the beating, killing and killing of men and women on the screen, this does not prevent the next morning when I go to school barefoot, jumping and jumping all the way to let the satchel keep hitting my ass, humming and half understanding understand songs.

I even compete with my friends which one sings the most like the one on TV.

While the older senior students were arguing about whether Ding Li is a good person or not.

Singing and singing, thinking about it, Feng Yong's tears suddenly flowed down, his face was drenched.

Mom and Dad, how are you?

I miss you so much...

The child is unfilial, I'm sorry...

Beautiful proprietress, I hope you can see that I have served you for three years. If you can find out with conscience and make up for the pension, that would be even better...

It feels so good to sing heart-piercingly and burst into tears, especially when there is a bosom friend quietly looking at me and listening attentively.

Repeatedly singing the last sentence "I still wish to turn over a hundred thousand waves, and my heart is full of ups and downs", Feng Yong bent down, scooped up the river water, and washed his face with a splash.

The cool river water seeped into the eyes, icy and cool, and washed away all the tears.

He raised his head, looked at Guan Ji who was concerned, and forced a smile, "Is the singing ugly?"

Guan Ji shook her head and looked at Feng Yong sincerely, "It sounds good! Although I can't understand what is sung here, and the rhythm is different from usual, it's really good to hear."

"This is the rhythm of the Hu people in the Far West, so it is naturally different from usual."

Feng Yong explained casually.

"Brother, do you want to be a teacher?" Guan Ji smiled understandingly, with some fascination in her eyes, "I didn't expect that my brother's teacher is so powerful, and someone has been to the Far West. To have such a rhyme, I want to come to the scenery and The Central Plains is also very different."

"You want to go?"

After venting his feelings, Feng Yong felt a lot more relieved, "I'll take you to see it when I have a chance."

Guan Ji's eyes were moved, and she suddenly remembered something, she laughed "puchi", and gradually the more she laughed, the more she couldn't stop, and finally she leaned forward and backward with laughter.

Feng Yong was inexplicably laughed, "What are you laughing at, Sanniang?"

Guan Ji tried hard to suppress her smile, and said intermittently, "Brother... what did you say at the beginning?"

"say what?"

Feng Yong was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he slapped his head and laughed at himself, "You're talking about sericulture, why did you go so far?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Guan Ji again, and said, "It's just that the beautiful scenery is in my eyes and the beauty is in my arms, so my heart is not there."

"Go! I don't know who washed his face with river water just now!"

When Guan Ji saw that this person was starting to be unreasonable again, she said angrily.

When Feng Tubie heard this, he became annoyed immediately, "Don't tell this matter, or I will kill people to silence it!"

"I didn't expect my brother to wait for martial arts!"

Guan Ji glanced at her beautifully, and seemingly didn't care, she snapped her fingers, only to hear a crackling sound, "I don't know how to silence my concubine? Use Yi Jin Jing or tie surgery?"

Feng Tubie twitched the corners of his mouth, it was over, he forgot that although the woman in front of him was gentle in front of him, but her martial arts skills were so high that even Zhao Guang was often beaten by her, and he probably had no hope of surpassing her in this life.

And in order to perform in front of her, I taught her the ancestral Yi Jin Jing and the military boxing...

The effect of others practicing for a few months is more obvious than practicing for a year...

"Don't be complacent, the Yijin Jing and the binding operation are the ancestral arts of the Feng family. They are passed on from male to daughter-in-law but not from daughter-in-law." Feng Yong laughed strangely. Did you come here to figure out how to be the daughter-in-law of the Feng family?"

"spit!"

The words made Guan Ji's face turn red all of a sudden, "Brother wants to talk like this again, don't blame my sister for being rude."

If you can't say it, you have to do it. You really are a straightforward woman.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Feng Tubie immediately begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, if you don't talk about it, don't talk about it. Let's continue talking about the silkworm."

"It's more or less the same," Guan Ji was easy to talk, and when she heard Feng Yong's words, she put down her hands again, and brushed her temple hair to hide her shame, "Brother, tell me, my concubine is listening."

"Sanniang just said that most people raise silkworm eggs, and only half of them survive in the end. Have you ever thought about why?"

"Fate is different, house has bad luck..."

Guan Ji hesitated for a moment and said.

Rest today, one more chapter, make up for the previous ones. What about the buddy who reminded me of the debt? I remember that one big chapter is worth two ordinary chapters.