Farmer of Shu Han

As for why I thought of Sangma when I looked at Guan Ji, to be precise, I thought of Sangma when I looked at the clothes on her body. Of course, it was because the clothes at this time were basically related to Sangma.

Plant hemp and spin it, and twine to make cloth.

So hemp is the best source of plant fiber.

And there is the mulberry tree.

Mulberry leaves are used to raise silkworms, and silk is used to make silk.

In later generations, whether in the south or the north, or even in the Northwest, mulberry trees are relatively common tree species.

Feng Yong knew one thing when he was eating sand in the Northwest. Basically, as long as it is a larger village, there will be mulberry trees.

Sometimes when training in the wild, I can’t eat for a day. The mulberries on the wild mulberry trees on the roadside and the wild apples on the wild apple trees are life-saving food.

In the desolate Northwest, as long as the fruit trees are not planted in the yards and fields of farmers and have no specific signs, they are generally considered wild trees.

Although no one takes care of it, the fruit grows small and ugly, but it can still coax the belly anyway.

Most of the mulberry trees in the northwest are grown for harvesting mulberries. As for the mulberry trees in the south, many of them are used for raising silkworms. They need to be topped every year to keep them from growing longer than two meters.

So Feng Yong is very familiar with the mulberry tree. He has seen it since he was a child, he has seen it from the south to the north, and he gave himself a bite to eat when he was the hungriest.

Especially at the craziest and hungriest time of training, when I saw food, I went crazy. I didn’t even have time to pick the mulberries, so I just tore off a branch, like a pig eating food, and put the mulberries on it into my mouth with my mouth .

Sometimes even the mulberry leaves are chewed casually.

Feng Yong remembers that when pulling the branches of mulberry trees, he often tore off a large strip of bark.

Therefore, mulberry bark is easy to peel.

What a beautiful mulberry tree...

Wouldn't it be a waste to try to make paper without peeling its skin?

Besides, mulberry is something that the government strongly encourages to plant, it's perfect!

Guan Ji, who didn't understand Feng Yong's plan, frowned after hearing this, "Brother, why bother to fight for it? Didn't my younger sister say that my brother's talent does not lie in this, but in Dingguo Anbang... ..."

"It's not a matter of one breath." Feng Yong shook his head, thinking that there is no way to explain this matter to Guan Ji clearly, so he had to find an excuse temporarily.

"Nowadays there are more and more children who can read and write in the school. It is too inconvenient to let them hold the wooden boards and slates all the time. This paper will have to be made by itself sooner or later. It will be made sooner rather than later. It’s serious, buying and using it is not the answer after all.”

Wood and slate can only be regarded as the initial learning stationery. If you want to go further, paper and pen and ink are absolutely indispensable.

After being reminded by Feng Yong, Guan Ji seemed to be aware of this.

Immediately nodded in agreement, "It's my little sister who didn't think carefully. The children in our workshop and school will have to use paper, pen and ink sooner or later. It turns out that my brother has prepared for it."

"There are not too many children in the school. They will always need paper, pen and ink in the future. If they keep buying them, I don't know how much it will cost. It's better to make them yourself."

Feng Yong chuckled and didn't explain.

But he was very interested in Guan Ji's unintentional words, so he smiled and said, "That's right, this is our own workshop."

Guan Ji blushed, glared at Feng Yong with her beautiful eyes, and said angrily, "Brother, my little sister is telling you something serious!"

"Okay, serious business. We have to make the paper, pen and ink by ourselves, but the craftsman still has to think of a way."

He said this, but what Feng Yong thought in his heart was that if one-third of the children in the school had the opportunity to use paper, pen and ink in the school, it would be beyond his expectations. .

Because even if it is an aristocratic family, they just try their best to let their children understand and write.

If you want to go further, that also depends on talent and hard work.

Feng Yong is not a philanthropist, how could he let those children stay in the school without any worries and study until they can graduate?

Besides, he couldn't afford the cost either.

After learning the basic common words and basic arithmetic, if there is no further potential, then get out of the school and go directly to the ranch workshop or even the mine for practice.

The flowers of the big man, if you don't go through the wind and rain, how can you see the rainbow?

And even so, they would definitely do better than their parents.

After all, people who can read and write and do arithmetic these days are placed in the army, even if they have no qualifications and background, and cannot be a grain and grass officer, they are still subordinates of the grain and grass officer.

If only 20% of those who stayed in the school could remain, then Feng Yong would be very satisfied.

Even if it is 10%, it is also a full harvest.

Isn't the reason why the aristocratic family lasts forever is because of the inheritance of knowledge and the accumulation of wealth?

For those Qianshou and their children who worked hard and wanted to survive, and then live better, and their children, Feng Yong could not give them the accumulation of wealth.

But he can give them the means to accumulate wealth.

He can also give them the inheritance of knowledge.

Although this knowledge is insignificant in the eyes of the aristocratic family, it is simply literacy, and some arithmetic, engineering and other things that they look down upon.

Although Feng Tubie's original purpose was to obtain better labor resources.

But if there are too many people, there will always be some people whose ancestral genes may be better, or who will suddenly explode. This is Feng Tubie's biggest expectation.

It doesn't matter if the ancestral genes are better, or the genes explode suddenly, as long as Feng Yongneng invests more, the return will be absolutely rich.

This little investment, the smallest is paper pen and ink.

Just in that way, it is possible to get a person who is a step further than ordinary accountants, comparable to chief stewards and chief stewards, and most of them are loyal subordinates.

If there are still people who can go further, then Feng Yong doesn't mind investing more, such as giving some network resources and sending him to the position of a chief official, as a county magistrate or county magistrate.

If the aptitude is more than the top and the bottom is more than the bottom, even if you are a small official, you can be considered a success.

As for the farther away, that is the lucky one in a million. Feng Yong put his old face on and wanted to send people to the old monster Zhuge. I believe that the old monster Zhuge will also be overjoyed.

But in the end, who knows how many people will encounter this kind of situation in a lifetime? You might not even meet one.

In the second case there will be at least a few.

If Feng Tubie worked hard to increase the size of the hatchery he created, there might be more than a dozen or even dozens of them.

Anyway, the big man is short of talents, as long as it can be used, the quality does not need to be too high.

In fact, the most common one is the first one, which is to continue to work for Feng Yong or other masters, and live a much better life than their parents.

But even if it is the third type, it is also hope, the hope of Feng Yong's servants and slaves, and this little hope is enough for them to work hard.

Well, everything for the kids.

To put it more clearly, if there is no career that belongs to one's own hematopoietic ability, it is a castle built on the beach, and it will collapse when a wave comes over.

So although the motive is impure, Feng Tubie still has a small extravagant hope for the last situation in his heart, that is, what if his own soil turtle hatching pond hatches a few rot kuns?

After all, I still have to rely on the big guy for food, and I still have to sit on the big guy's side.

This is called political correctness.

Later generations often lamented that there were no generals in the late Han Dynasty, and Jiang Wei alone could not support the sky of the Han Dynasty like his teacher.

Although the words are absolute, they express the dilemma of the late Han Dynasty, which is the withering of talents.

The root of it is that there is no talent training system of its own.

Both the north and the east are backed by aristocratic families, who supply them with blood and talents.

A big guy doesn't dare to rely on his family, and he doesn't have the ability to cultivate himself. He relies entirely on picking up leaks. How long do you expect to last?

Do you really think of yourself as a trash guy? Can you get rich by picking up trash? is it possible?

Therefore, in Feng Tubie's view, since the aristocratic family did not dare to take this path, they had no choice but to use their own master's magic weapon - vigorously create miracles!

Oh, I was wrong, it is to vigorously eliminate illiteracy, and then educate the common people.

Finally, use the huge number to impact and destroy the intellectual monopoly of the family.

The reason why Feng Yong did this is that there is a precedent, no, it should be called the latter.

The Chinese dynasties of later generations also made every effort to eliminate illiteracy first, and then recklessly produced workers who barely fit modern industry like an assembly line.

In the end, Shengsheng created a code name for the terminator of international high-tech, and sold the so-called high-tech into international Chinese cabbage.

Of course, this also has disadvantages, that is, the lack of independent innovation ability.

But at least with the world economic miracle, at least it can make life better.

Can eat enough, can drink enough, so there are people who are full of food jump out, scolding how unreasonable the education system is, unlike my foreign father who implements elite education, which can cultivate excellent talents.

Being poisoned is elite education! At the beginning, the foundation was much better than that of the Celestial Dynasty, so why did it fall behind after so many years?

Looking at the monopoly of intellectual resources by the aristocratic family today, is there a sense of familiarity?

For the whole big man, isn't this situation a kind of elite education?

What is the final result?

Since he didn't dare to count on the family, Feng Tubie was unwilling to endure the suffering of the war when he was almost sixty years old, so he had to try the road of self-help first.

An old man who is almost sixty years old, watching his descendants fall into the flames of war, he may be run around by the rebels like sheep, and he may starve to death at the intersection one day.

Maybe one day he will die under the weapons of the rebellious soldiers...

Even if he was a high-ranking official at that time, he would be driven from Shuzhong to Luoyang by Wei Bing. With this old bone, how could he survive? I'm afraid I will be buried halfway...

It's scary just thinking about it.

So Feng Yong felt that even if the quality of the little soil turtles he hatched was not good enough, as long as there were enough of them, they might be able to support the big man.

At least keep the big guy until the day he hangs up.

As long as the big man is still alive on the day he hangs up, then he can comfort himself by saying that I worked hard.

At least I'm not in vain to have played the World of Warcraft map that says "the fearsome man is alive, but whoever is Yun Han is dead".

As for really hatching the rotten kun, it means winning the special prize and earning a lot of money!

How fierce is the rotten kun!

Infinite devouring and infinite evolution, if it is really about to hatch, Feng Tubie may have to rely on others to visit Chang'an Luoyang.

So this ground turtle hatchery still has to be done, continue to do it, find opportunities to make it bigger... continue to increase investment!

It's just that Feng Yong couldn't explain this unspeakable matter to Guan Ji.

Naturally, Guan Ji didn't know that a soil turtle had such big thoughts in his heart, that he wanted to mess with Fu Kun!

She frowned slightly, "It's true what brother said, this craftsman, I'm afraid I still have to ask..."

Having said that, she paused again and looked at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong understood, nodded and smiled, "San Niang doesn't have to worry. Actually, I also have the same intention. I just ask Jincheng to see if I can help you."

As for the so-called Jincheng, it is nothing more than the prime minister, the prime minister's wife, and the queen.

Although Guan Ji was sent by the prime minister's wife, she already had Feng Yong's heart in her heart, and the reason why she stopped halfway through her speech was because she was afraid that Feng Yong might misunderstand.

Naturally, Feng Yong didn't misunderstand anything, but made it clear by himself.

Seeing that Guan Ji was fine, he said a few more words to her, then let her rest well, and left the small courtyard by himself.

Just thinking about going to the construction site to continue working as a contractor, I saw Amei, who had gone somewhere with her fellow villagers, hurried over.

"Master, Li Langjun is back."

"Li Langjun? Are you trustworthy? He will come back when he comes back. What is he doing with my report?"

Li Qiu was not an outsider, he spent more time in the textile workshop than in his own county government office, so it was strange to come back.

"It's not Li County Magistrate, but Li Langjun."

"Li Langjun?"

Feng Yong repeated it in doubt, and suddenly realized, "Wenxuan?"

"Yes."

"Didn't he say that it will take a few days to arrive? Why did he arrive so soon?"

Feng Yong was overjoyed, and immediately threw out all the thoughts in his mind just now. Anyway, the big man will not die until decades away, so he doesn't care about this moment.

"Where is Wenxuan now?"

"Back to the lord, Li Langjun is in the hall with people."

"Very good!"

When Feng Yong heard this, he ran away.

"Is Wenxuan ever well?"

Feng Yongren yelled before entering the door.

"Brother is here!"

As soon as Feng Yong's voice fell, only one person appeared at the door with a gust of wind, and he took a closer look, who is it not Li Yi?

"I haven't seen you for a few months, I'm making my brother miss you so much!"

Li Yi went to Nanzhong for a few months, and his skin, which had already started to turn white, turned dark again. It seems that he must have been out in Nanzhong often and got a lot of sun exposure.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong couldn't help feeling half serious and half joking, "Wenxuan really worked hard this time. I also miss Wenxuan very much! Whenever there is a shortage of manpower, I think of Wenxuan's good time."

When Li Yi heard this, instead of being angry, he laughed out loud, "I never thought that my younger brother is so important to my elder brother. It's really my honor."

Feng Yong then laughed too, his heart overflowing with the joy of the reunion of brothers.

"I got a letter from Wenxuan a few days ago, and I'm still counting the days, saying that you will arrive in a few days, why did you arrive today? Also, why didn't you send the message in advance, so that I can go to meet you."

Feng Yong laughed and asked again.

Hearing this, the smile on Li Yi's face faded away, he sighed a little, shook his head and said, "It's a bit of a surprise to return to Hanzhong early, I'll talk to my brother in detail later."

"As for not sending the news in advance, it's only because when I arrived in Nanzheng, my younger brother saw Yiwen, and knew that my elder brother was working hard here, and he had no time to do the same. Besides, my younger brother is not an outsider, so why bother my elder brother because of the etiquette of those outsiders .”

When Feng Yong heard that Li Yi mentioned Zhao Guang, he couldn't help thinking that he didn't know how Zhao Guang was doing.

Finding a prefect to ask for a bill is not an easy task, hehe!

After the two finished talking about the past, Li Yi and Feng Yong walked back to the hall together, only to see that there were already nearly a dozen people sitting there, all of them old, middle-aged and young.

When they saw Feng Yong and Li Yi put their arms in, they all stood up and looked at Feng Yong.

"Brother, let me introduce you."

Li Yi pointed to one of them and said, "This is old man Fan, who has a skill of acupuncture and moxibustion that no one in the world can match. Doctor Fan, this is the elder brother I often tell you about."

"I have never seen the old man Fan."

As a junior, Feng Yong hastily saluted first.

Although I don't know why Li Yi didn't bring back news of Zhang Zhongjing or his descendants, but brought back a person surnamed Fan, but after hearing Li Yi's evaluation of this person, Feng Yong thought that this person is Zhang Zhongjing's descendant?