Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1107 Popular opinion

  When Fei Qian wielded his sickle and symbolically cut off the mature crops on the field outside Pingyang City that nominally belonged to Fei Qian, the curtain of autumn harvest officially began.

  Nongsang, at any time, is the foundation of the foundation.

  Only labor is real, and only laborers can make people feel the closest to life, a living person around them.

  So even the Son of Heaven will go to the fields to cultivate in person in spring and autumn, and Fei Qian naturally needs the same.

   Close to the people, some ceremonies may seem cumbersome, but they are also necessary.

In fact, when harvesting crops, standing on the ridge of the field, huddled under the shade of trees, and watching others work, of course it is full of joy. The feeling of happiness facing the harvest will satisfy most people from the bottom of their hearts. Deli can overflow, but when standing in the field, there is not so much happiness.

The wheat awns are so sharp that they can easily pierce the Gebu into the skin, and a small red dot will appear when it pricks, which is painful and itchy. Even Fei Qian and North have experienced wind and sand, and there is not much resistance. Pieces of red dots were pierced on the legs and hands.

  The sickle is not easy to use. If you are not skilled, the force is light and the straw cannot be cut, but the force is heavy. Because the sickle has a reverse blade, it is easy to cut yourself...

  The smell of the soil accompanied the footsteps, and directly evaporated to the face and nose.

  Sweat rushed out from the head and every pore on the body, and then along the roots of the hair, along the cheeks, along the skin, every step I took, every time I swung the sickle, it dripped to the ground drop by drop.

   This is heavy labor.

   But also moments of happiness.

  At least the people in Pingyang, the surrounding farmers, and the soldiers watched happily, watching Fei Qian and his wife harvesting wheat in the field by themselves.

  Huang Yueying wrapped her head in Gebu and wore a Gebu robe. She followed Fei Qian, gathered up the wheat stalks that Fei Qian had cut down on the ground, and then tied them up. She was panting and sweating profusely.

   "...a good seedling, Chuzai Nanmu. Sowing a hundred valleys, and a real letter to live..."

   "...the tea leaves will stop decaying, and the millet and millet will stop flourishing. If you get it, you will get it, and if you accumulate it, you will get chestnuts..."

  "...It is worshiped like a dragon, and it is like a comb. To open a hundred rooms, a hundred rooms will be filled..."

  On the field ridge, behind the soldiers lined up as guards, there seemed to be students from the academy, chanting loudly, which immediately attracted bursts of echoing voices.

   "General Zhengxi also condescends to work like this, we should be more diligent!"

   "Agriculture and mulberry are the foundation of the country! General Zhengxi has done it himself, and he attaches so much importance to it, we can expect a bumper harvest in autumn..."

   "The general who conquered the west has worked hard! The great man has such a good minister and good general, so why worry about the instability of the country and the restlessness of the world?"

   "It is, it is..."

While talking happily, everyone looked at Fei Qian and Huang Yueying who were in front of each other in the field, as if they were standing outside the railing in the zoo of later generations, chirping and gesticulating, looking at a male and a female. The monkey is digging the ground...

  Orange hemp barley...

  Have you paid the entrance fee yet?

  At this moment, Fei Qian didn't have much energy to complain, and he didn't care about the Book of Songs, or the demeanor of General Zhengxi. At this moment, he didn't have such a mood at all.

Bending down and bowing his head to work for a long time has already made Feiqian's waist feel sore and swollen. At the same time, he repeatedly swung his arms hundreds of times, which also overwhelmed his arms and shoulder blades. Feiqian seemed to be able to hear every time he swung his sickle. , the scream of muscle and bone...

   Fortunately, the piece of land that Fei Qian picked was not very big, so he gritted his teeth and persisted, and finally reached the end of the land. When Fei Qian cut the last cluster of wheat stalks in front of him to the ground, accompanied by the aria-like voice of the ritual officer, Fei Qian's autumn harvest ceremony officially came to an end.

   Feiqian swayed before standing still, and slowly straightened up little by little.

There is no way, the waist is completely stiff, and after finally standing up straight, Fei Qian forced a smile, nodded towards the surroundings, then handed the sickle to the guard at the side, turned around, and held Huang Yueying by the arm, He staggered slightly to the head of the field and sat on the mat that had been laid.

  A group of guards hurriedly erected the curtains that had been prepared before, around, and around Feiqian, covering Feiqian and his wife in the curtains, and then guarding the left and right...

  In the past, it could be said that it was a show, so naturally the more people saw it, the better. Now that the performance is over, the tired appearance of the two of them can no longer be shown in front of everyone's eyes.

Fei Qian panted, and let the maid kneeling by her side wipe her head and face with a wet towel that had been wrung long ago, poured down two bowls of water one after another, and finally recovered a little, then straightened her arms, letting her The maid slowly took off the long gloves.

  The simple glove made of Gebu is already a bit tattered after being cut by the wheat leaves. It is conceivable that without this glove, the tattered thing might be the back of my hand.

   "How?" Fei Qian turned his head and asked Huang Yueying, "Did you get cut?"

  Huang Yueying also took off the Gebu glove by the maid, then looked at it, and said: "...fortunately...this glove is not bad...Mr., if..."

   Feiqian shook his head and said: "...although it's good, but they are reluctant..."

  Where would an average farmer be willing to use Gebu to make gloves?

  Huang Yueying also understood when she heard the words, so she didn't say anything, but sighed softly.

Fei Qian smiled and said: "Don't worry, the plowshare at home is more practical than this glove... In these two days, it can be handed over to the big workshop for mass production. After the autumn harvest, it will be sold in Pingyang and Yinshan , try it first..."

  Huang Yueying opened her eyes wide, and said, "That plowshare? Didn't Mr. Lang say that some improvement is needed a while ago?"

   "Try it while changing it..." Fei Qian smiled, half-seriously and half-jokingly, "If it succeeds, this Huang's plow, maybe it will be famous all over the world..."

  Huang Yueying blinked her eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said a little fidgeting: "...Lang Jun...I want to go back first..."

   "Want to go back and have a look and revise it? Okay, you can go back first..." Fei Qian said, "Shi Yuan said that he is coming soon, I will wait for him here..."

   Huang Yueying got Fei Qian's approval, and hurried back to the mansion with her people. Obviously, although what Fei Qian said was exaggerated, Huang Yueying was quite serious.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, although there were iron tools and ox plowing, the iron agricultural tools at that time were mostly small shovels, hoes, and hoes, and the number of iron plows was small, and their shapes were primitive. , marked by the invention and promotion of the "coupled plow", iron plow ox farming was popularized in the Yellow River Basin and spread to other areas.

  However, the coupling plow is too bulky, and because of the requirements of livestock, it cannot be tolerated by most farmers. Therefore, the Quyuan plow can already be regarded as an earth-shattering invention for this era.

   But the problem is that although Fei Qian knows that the Quyuanli is better than the Coupling or the Zhiyuanli, he has no intuitive concepts and impressions, and even the basic structure and layout are not very clear.

  Under such circumstances, how to turn the simple three characters Quyuanli into real objects has become a research topic of Huang Yueying's small studio.

Huang Yueying believed that the Quyuan plow described by Fei Qian would indeed be better and easier than the coupling plow currently in use, so she burst out with considerable enthusiasm and led the craftsmen to study it in the small workshop in the mansion, but said It is easy to say, but it is not easy to actually do it.

  How long should the plowshare be, what is the radian of the plowshaft, how sharp and angle the plow shovel should be, whether the tip of the plow should be self-supporting or tilted...

   These need to be tested a little bit.

  The piece of land on the side of the small workshop in the backyard of the house has been plowed back and forth many times.

   Plowed, then turned back, tamped, and plowed again, just like that, it took nearly a year before and after...

  Fortunately, at least Fiqian generally knows one direction.

  Although it may not be in the most perfect state, but by now, it should be brought out.

As the population increases, the demand for food is also increasing. If the yield per mu cannot be increased, it means that the planting area must be increased, and the expansion of the cultivated area will increase the labor cost of management. In conversion, it is better to adopt some other technologies , It is more cost-effective to increase the current output per unit area...

  For example, Quyuanli, and retting fertilizer.

  The curved plow can increase the depth of plowing, save manpower, and invisibly increase the precision of farming, which can at least increase the original output by about 20%. Fertilizer, on the other hand, supplements the strength of the field and allows the crops to be cultivated in a more intensive way. Normally, it can also increase the yield per mu by at least 10 to 20%...

Although an agronomist named Sheng Shengzhi put forward that "those fields that cannot be dung can be planted with original silkworms and arrows, and the grass will not be insects", and he also formulated a series of formulas for fertilizing the field, just like giving the field Traditional Chinese medicine decoctions are generally prepared, such as "one stone of horse bone file, three stones of water, three boils; drain to remove dregs, and five pieces of aconite soaked in juice", etc., but unfortunately it has not been widely spread. Even this kind of method is treasured by those who know it, and it is not easy to show it to others...

  Such behavior can only make people feel helpless.

  So fertilization is also a brand new technique for most farmers in the Han Dynasty...

   Now, the area of ​​Pingyang and North is basically stable, so after the autumn harvest, these new technologies can be taken out and used to prepare for next year.

  Whether it is Hongnong, Guanzhong, or even Jizhou in the surrounding areas, I am afraid that at this point in time, I am more concerned about how many soldiers Feiqian has under his command and how to mobilize soldiers and horses. As for these farming and mulberry matters, most of them will be ignored...

   By the time these people come to their senses and start to notice that there is something wrong with Feiqian's grain production, it may have been a season, or even two or three seasons later. Once the gap is widened, it may not be too late to catch up.

   What's more, Fei Qian still has some things in his hand...

   "See King..."

  Led by the guards, Pang Tong came to the front of the tent, bowed his hands and saluted.

   "Shiyuan is here, come, sit down..."

  Fei Qian waved his hand, making the maids on the side step back first, and then said, "How long has it been?"

Pang Tongtong had a serious face, looking like he was looking at his nose and mouth. After the maids had all walked out of the curtain, he smiled and resumed his playful smile: "...It's already here... For a big drama, it depends on Zhou Quan..."

   "If you want to drink water, pour it yourself..." Fei Qian snorted, not bothering to pay attention to Pang Tong's teasing, and asked, "I went to Yinshan, how does it feel?"

Pang Tong was not too polite. He took the jug himself, poured a bowl, drank it, and then said: "Zuo Yuanfang is really extraordinary! Opening an altar to teach, spreading water, burning talismans to eliminate disasters... At this time, Yinshan , the people of Montenegro have no hostility. Not only that, but they are regarded as wise men by the barbarians, and they are in awe, and they do not hesitate to travel long distances just to get one side..."

   "Say what you want to say..." Fei Qian said.

   "People are easy to be confused..." Pang Tong glanced at Fei Qian, and then said, "Zuo Yuanfang is a smart person, so it may be fine, but from now on...you have to be on guard..."

  In fact, it wasn’t that Pang Tong believed how smart Zuo Ci was, but that he saw the four Taoist priests guarding Zuo Ci, who were originally soldiers of the Huang family in Jingxiang, but now they were wearing Taoist robes.

   With these four personal guards, Zuo Ci may feel a little embarrassed when he wants to do something.

"Zuo Yuanfang..." Fei Qian thought for a while, and said slowly, "After the spring plowing in Yinshan Mountain next year, we can transfer back... At that time, it will be located in the west of Pingyang, and another Taoist palace will be established... When necessary, we will dispatch again... As for Yinshan Taoist industry, if you send someone else, it will be changed every two years..."

   People's hearts are easy to be deceived, which is not wrong, but it is also forgetful.

  The people of Montenegro have just migrated to Yinshan, everything is starting again, and everything has to be built from scratch. It is a time when they are uneasy and extremely insecure. Zuo Ci's arrival just makes up for this psychological need and lack.

  So it is reasonable for the people of Yinshan to accept Zuo Ci so quickly.

  But just like Pang Tong reminded, an extremely provocative person like Zuo Ci really cannot stay in one place for too long...

When there is no food, no food, no hope, the people who have nothing are the easiest to be encouraged. A little carelessness will cause a small spark to spread into a monstrous flame, but when there is Industry, with the seedlings in front of us and the hope of autumn, naturally it is not so easy to go to extremes.

   Therefore, when the people of Montenegro can clearly see the possibility of survival, the possibility of re-riots will gradually decrease.

"What the lord said is very true... In addition..." Pang Tong pondered for a while, and said, "After repeated battles, widows and widows are inevitable...It is the time of the autumn harvest, when you can choose warriors, and the strategy of marching...I don't know if the lord thinks so ?”

  Military allocation, that is, in the name of General Zhengxi, assigning marriages to those lonely men and widows.

Hearing this, Fei Qian couldn't help raising his eyebrows. After all, Pang Tong was still careful. He didn't expect this, and immediately nodded and said: "This is a great strategy! A certain order is immediately ordered to select personnel, in the autumn, in the outskirts of Pingyang , The Code of Marching Matches!"

  The hearts of the people are built in these bits and pieces.

With a family business, a care, and a hope, even if you are a cow and a horse, even if you are going through all kinds of hardships, even if you risk your life, you will still grit your teeth and move forward without saying a word, just to give yourself Wife and children, hold out a piece of heaven and earth...

  From ancient times to the present, there is nothing better than a Chinese man.

  (end of this chapter)