Farmer of Shu Han

Huang Yueying looked angrily at the tired boy in front of her, and almost couldn't control her hand to twist his ear.

What a growing millet! Why was it planted by this bastard in front of him? Looking at him like that, he didn't care about this land at all, did he? What do you do if you let other old farmers who have worked so hard to grow crops know? It's really unreasonable!

Taking a deep breath, Huang Yueying turned around and said to Guan Ji: "You go back to the house immediately and get the yardstick. I'm going to measure this piece of land." Don't move after taking off the grains! I want to go through and weigh them all."

Guan Ji made a promise, turned around and walked towards the horse next to the ox cart, then got on the horse, lightly pinched her slender legs, and the horse neighed, raised its hooves, and galloped away. The whole process was smooth and smooth. . Beautiful people, beautiful riding skills...

"What are you looking at, brat?"

Someone slapped the back of the head, and only heard a scolding: "Did you hear what I said just now?"

"I heard it, I heard it!" Feng Yong yelled repeatedly, covering the back of his head, "I promise not to move one by one. It's just that Ma'am, this land was originally intended to be used for next year's grain seeds. Look..."

"Don't worry. I won't touch your grain seeds." Huang Yueying nodded approvingly when she heard this, "I just want to know how much grain you can grow in this acre. What you said just now is the way of farming. Choosing a good grain for farming is more important than anything else.”

Not always.

Feng Yong lowered his head, not to let Huang Yueying see his disapproving expression, curled his lips secretly, the management after planting is equally important, otherwise, how do you think my field of millet grows like this?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xing, who was holding Huang Yueying's thigh, had been staring at him curiously without saying a word, and now he saw his expression all in his eyes. Suddenly pointing at Feng Yong, he said in a crisp voice: "Auntie, Feng Langjun is not listening to you. I saw him like this just now, hey, that's it..." He raised his head and imitated Feng Yong. Yong's appearance.

The little spy!

Looking up, Huang Yueying abnormally did not reprimand, but instead glanced at Feng Yong thoughtfully, as if thinking of something: "You seem to have a different opinion? Am I wrong?"

Feng Yong hurriedly lowered his head again, showing a very respectful look: "Why is it wrong? In farming, grain seeds come first. Without good grain seeds, how can we grow good seedlings?"

"Stop talking about useless things." Huang Yueying's tone changed suddenly, and she tapped Feng Yong's forehead, "Don't think I don't know, you are just a cunning. Tell me, how did you grow this millet? I I also heard that this piece of land was originally a lower field, but now it grows better millet than the upper field, the farming technique of your teacher is really different."

Five elements of plant growth: light, temperature, humidity, air and soil. How should I explain it to you?

Feng Yong thought for a while and said: "If you want to grow good food, it is actually nothing more than the right time and place. The right time cannot be done by manpower, but the right place can be changed by manpower."

Huang Yueying's eyes lit up: "This is a new word! But after thinking about it carefully, I think it is quite appropriate. The weather is nothing more than flowers in spring and fruits in autumn, blooming in summer and hiding in winter. This is the arrangement of heaven, and all things obey it. It is indeed beyond human power. What about that place?"

Hehe, is it still arranged by God? You have no idea that two thousand years later there will be something called out-of-season fruits and vegetables.

After thinking about it, forget it, talking too much will only cause trouble for myself. Immediately follow Huang Yueying's words: "The boy's teacher believes that if you want to change everything, you must first understand everything, and you must know its fundamentals before you can get what you need. The same is true for farming. How to improve farming? To make it better for farming; to study the difference between the upper field and the lower field, and to find its root, in order to turn the lower field into the upper field; more meticulously, it is to study how the crops are planted, and how wide the gap is. And so on, this is the place where people can do it.”

Huang Yueying exclaimed: "Everyone in the world thinks that reading and writing is learning. But I didn't expect that your teacher is really doing learning. Such a heart of seeking truth is really admirable."

Feng Yong chuckled: "The boy thanked Madam for her praise of the teacher."

"I'm just telling the truth." Huang Yueying looked up at the sun in the sky, then took out a towel to help Zhang Xing wipe the thin beads of sweat on her face, and then took her little hand and said as she walked, "The prime minister still Before I met the late emperor, I also worked in the fields with the prime minister, but I never thought that there would be such knowledge in the fields."

Feng Yong followed behind, seeing that Huang Yueying in front didn't pay attention, he pulled a few stalks of dog's tail grass from the side of the road, and thought hard about how he made a puppy out of the dog's tail grass when he was a child.

"All insight into the world is knowledge," Feng Yong said casually, "even if..."

"well said!"

Huang Yueying turned her head abruptly, and Feng Yong was so frightened that he immediately threw out the half-folded dogtail grass, forgetting what he was going to say next.

"Who said this sentence? Is it someone from your teacher?"

"Yes!" Feng Yong said with certainty, "One of my masters said it."

The few people finally walked back to the shade of the willow tree. Feng Yong looked at the grass and wanted to lie down again. But looking at Huang Yueying, who maintained the demeanor of the prime minister's wife, she had to give up this idea regrettably.

"Since your master taught you to understand the world, why are you ignorant?"

What did I say that didn't make sense?

"The boy doesn't know what Ma'am means?"

Huang Yueying glanced at him with her phoenix eyes, took out a piece of tissue paper from her sleeve, and handed it to Feng Yong: "Since you decided to pass on the farming techniques to the world, why did you pass on half of it and keep the other half? You have to let others guess Finding out the answer to the riddle will show the detachment of your disciple who is an expert in the world?"

what does it mean?

Feng Yong opened the silk paper in a daze, only to see many parts of different sizes drawn on it, and there was something similar to a eight ox plow at the bottom.

"What is this?" Feng Yong looked to the opposite side, "Why is it a bit like the eight ox plow I dedicated to the prime minister?"

"What does it look like? This is the eight ox plow!" Huang Yueying's face was slightly embarrassed, and she snatched the tissue paper angrily, "If you really want to offer the eight ox plow, why didn't you draw it more carefully? Why didn't you Draw this object in detail? After tossing the supervisor and Zhuyejian for so long, there is no way to make it according to the picture you drew. Finally, the prime minister showed it to me. These days also let me I had a headache for a while. What kind of worldly insight? Is this your worldly insight?"

Ah, miscalculation!

Feng Yong scratched his head. This thing was originally involved in his university graduation thesis, so he got a general understanding of it. Basically, it means remembering a general structure, but if you really want him to draw all the details, he will also be blind.