Wei and Jin cooks

Fu Zhi sighed: "Your parents are not close friends. Don't blame them. Let them resolve the grievances of the previous generation by themselves. You are now an adult and have a family and a career. You must be filial to your parents, but you must not lose your righteousness."

Fu Zhi looked at the grandson and warned: "If you are unsure, go to Sanniang. She knows how to deal with these things better than you."

Fu Tinghan nodded obediently.

Fu Zhi was speechless. He leaned on the pillow and looked at the window. "It seems to be getting bright. Please open the window and let me take a look."

Fu Tinghan first covered him with a piece of clothing and pulled it up to his neck. Then he opened the window and saw a light orange cloud on the horizon.

The grandfather and grandson silently looked at the rising sun outside the window. The sun rose very quickly. It was orange at first. In a blink of an eye, half of the sun popped out from the top of the mountain. A ray of light was reflected directly on the open window. superior.

Fu Zhi held Fu Tinghan's hand.

Fu Tinghan turned around quickly, "Grandpa?"

Fu Zhi opened his mouth, but still said: "If you have any spare energy, help me find your three uncles and brothers. Since the chaos in the world, information has been cut off. I have no news about them anymore."

Fu Tinghan said quickly: "I have always asked people to pay attention. As soon as there is news, I will send someone to pick them up immediately."

Fu Zhi smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I think they should still be alive, but the world is too chaotic. I don't know where they are. I hope they can hide better."

Fu Tinghan: "Grandpa, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Fu Zhi looked at him and shook his head, "Among your father and your three uncles, the one I worry about the most is your father. He is too stubborn. Although he is smart, he is straightforward and does not know how to adapt. He has a leisurely nature. Without your mother, I don't know how he would be." How much he’s going to suffer.”

"But it was also because of your mother that he participated in government affairs. Originally, with his personality, the mountains and fields were the best destination for him," Fu Zhi said: "Although your three uncles are not as talented and knowledgeable as my father, they are flexible and flexible. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, They will work hard to survive.”

Fu Xuan is different. He is very proud and does not care about his own life or death. He works for the Jin Dynasty not because he loves the court and the country. In his opinion, the Jin Dynasty should not be saved, and the corrupt should be left alone. Let it die, the world will always find its own way, and the general trend will change, without anyone having to do anything.

And he, with just a small human ear and weak strength, could not do much.

He was tired because of his responsibility, because his father and wife wanted to save Dajin. As a son and husband, he couldn't abandon them, so he worked hard.

But as long as Fu Zhi and Princess Hongnong are not around, he will give up immediately. Even if someone takes his life, he will try his best to escape. If he cannot escape, he will not struggle too much. He will welcome him calmly and even happily. die.

Fu Zhi often felt that his son might die at any time.

Fu Tinghan once gave him the same feeling. He always felt that this child was very illusory. He was very indifferent to the world, as if he would leave at any time.

"Among you and your brothers, I am also worried about you the most," Fu Zhi said: "Now the world is changing, and you are at the center of the great change. You seem to be powerful, but you are also the most dangerous."

"I don't know what will happen in the future. I just hope you can remember that you only have one life. No matter what situation you are in, don't give up your life."

Facing Fu Zhi's expectant gaze, Fu Tinghan nodded. He didn't look like someone who would commit suicide, right? I always felt that my grandfather's understanding of him was a little biased.

At dawn, people at the inn woke up one after another. Zhao Hanzhang was the first to come over. Seeing that Fu Zhi was awake, he immediately happily asked the imperial doctor to come over and take a look, but he was very worried in his heart.

Princess Hongnong and Fu Xuan also came over. They were just as worried in their hearts, but they didn't show it on their faces. They happily had breakfast with Fu Zhi.

The imperial doctor came over to take Fu Zhi's pulse and said with a smile, "Chief Fu's condition has improved."

But as soon as he went out, he told Princess Hongnong and Fu Xuan: "Let Mr. Fu eat whatever he wants."

He hesitated for a while and then said: "It's only a day or two. If you want him to feel better, we can stop at the inn and return to Beijing. The carriage is not fast, and I'm afraid it will take two days."

It's equivalent to spending the last time on the road.

When Princess Hongnong heard this, tears fell involuntarily. She turned back and looked inside the house. Zhao Hanzhang was standing at the door at some point, with no expression on his face. He had obviously heard it.

The expressionless Zhao Hanzhang looked too stern, and the imperial doctor was a little scared. He quickly lowered his head to salute and bowed aside.

Princess Hongnong looked at her and asked, "Do you want to go back to Beijing, or should you wait here?"

Zhao Hanzhang lowered his eyes and thought for a moment and then said: "Grandpa thought that everyone he met in Luoyang is here, so there is no need to rush back."

Princess Hongnong breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Fu Xuan and Fu Tinghan had no objections.

In the end, Zhao Hanzhang asked Yi Cheng to kill the chicken and make chicken noodle soup for Fu Zhi.

Princess Hongnong wanted to cook in person to show her filial piety, so she pulled Fu Xuan to the kitchen and asked him to knead the dough. Fu Tinghan was also assigned the task of picking vegetables.

Zhao Hanzhang asked people to carry Fu Zhi to the field to look at the rice and wheat.

At this time, the rice has just headed, while the leaves of the spring wheat have turned yellow. The spring wheat will be harvested in about twenty days.

Zhao Hanzhang walked to the edge of the field and picked out an ear and showed it to him, "This kind of seed is average and the yield per mu is not high. If you select wheat seeds carefully this year, the yield per mu should be better next year."

Fu Zhi put the wheat ears in the palm of his hand and pinched them one by one. He couldn't hide the smile on his face, "It's already very good. It's much better than in previous years. The farm tools given by Sinong Temple are very useful. The plow can remove the grass between the ridges and thicken the soil for the wheat roots. In addition, the new retting method has provided a lot more fertilizer. This year's winter wheat harvest in Yongzhou is good, but it is a pity that too little has been planted. Fortunately, spring wheat I’ve added them with beans, I’ve checked them all, and they’re all growing very well, so this year should be a good year.”

Fu Zhi became more energetic and energetic when he said this, "General, there are countless people alive, and the people of Yongzhou will build a shrine for you."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "As long as there are no more people dying of hunger and cold."

This is not easy to do, at least not. There are too many orphans who have lost their parents, and there are also elderly people who have lost their children. Their lives are always more difficult than ordinary people.

But at this time, Fu Zhi was full of hope and smiled with Zhao Hanzhang: "I believe the general can do it."

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but smile at him.

Fu Zhi turned to look at the wheat field in front of him, looked further away, and said softly: "As long as you keep your original intention, you can definitely do it. Sanniang, don't imitate your predecessors. Xun Xiu is far behind you."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded under his gaze.

Fu Zhi was speechless. He ignored the government affairs and asked someone to carry the chair he was sitting on to look at the soybeans.

Compared with wheat, soybeans are grown very roughly, and there is more grass in the ground than soybeans. There is nothing we can do about it. They lack people, and many fields cannot be cultivated intensively. They can only be cultivated roughly, which is basically plowing and then spreading. Just sow the seeds and plow again to remove the weeds. Many fields don't even have fertilizer.

Rough farming is the most important reason for low yield per mu.

Zhao Hanzhang was not surprised. She went to the field and touched the edamame shells. They were bulging and she said happily: "Cut some and we can eat boiled edamame for lunch."

See you tomorrow