Xinshun 1730

Chapter 167 The Argument
On Liugong Island, in the newly built lecture hall, the first batch of officers who learned how to grow sweet potatoes and dig vegetable cellars sat there waiting for Liu Yu.

Just like in class on weekdays, the shift monitor and the duty discipline inspection committee waited for Liu Yu to arrive and stood up with a shout.

Before these people could say hello to the teacher as usual, Liu Yu pressed his hand to let them sit down.

"Today's class is not about normal military affairs. Now the recruits are still eating and recovering. If they don't train for the time being, it's a big holiday. It doesn't need to be so formal."

"Presumably you also know what to learn. Speaking of which, you are not Confucian scholars, and you don't have the idea that a gentleman should despise farming. Most of you are from good families. Even if you have never been in the field since childhood, you have seen your family members go to the field. It should be quick to learn this."

"In the future, when Junggar is pacified and the old lands of the Western Regions of the Han and Tang Dynasties are restored, they may be able to farm there. Learn more, so you can use them in the future. Learn them well."

On the blackboard, the huge words "serious when it should be serious, and lively when it should be lively" are posted on the blackboard. Under the school motto, everyone also joked when they heard that it was not a formal class.

"Master Liu, if you want to say that, who is still serious about learning? The more serious you are, when the time comes, Master Liu will write down in his notebook that whoever learns the best will go to the Western Regions to farm. Isn't that crying? Who wants to To that damn place?"

"That's right, our lord said so, we dare not learn it anymore."

Hundreds of people were laughing there, and Liu Yu scolded: "It's not that difficult. I won't memorize it if I learn it well, but I may have to memorize it if I don't learn it well: this person's brain is clumsy, and he can't learn new things very well." Difficult, so it is suitable to be a sentinel chief and brigade guard, and it is not recommended to be promoted in the future!"

Even though they knew that Liu Yu was just joking, this group of people didn't dare not to learn from it, and they all became more honest.

It is really not difficult to learn. They have all studied in camps since they were young, and their comprehension skills are still very high.Things like planting sweet potatoes and digging vegetable cellars can be learned in three to five days.

Seeing Liu Yu holding a thick "Sweet Potato Planting and Preservation" compiled by asking old farmers a few days ago, everyone admired it.

In the lecture hall, there are both the army and the navy, and the two sides are clearly separated. Although it is not to the point of separating Hoshino, they are also gathered together.

Chen Qinghai held a pen, and Du Feng, who was at the same table, whispered, "Brother Qinghai doesn't need to memorize the things your lord said. In a few days, sure enough, this "Sweet Potato Planting and Preservation" will be published in a book."

Hearing this made sense, taking advantage of the interval between Liu Yu's speech, Chen Qinghai also murmured to Du Feng in a low voice: "Fortunately, we don't have to go to the fields. Warships can't go to the Western Regions. Brother Du, I heard that you Received awards from His Majesty in the north? His Majesty personally conferred honors? How did you come here to learn how to grow sweet potatoes... Uh, no, to take the Jinghai Palace exam? You are the only one in our Jinghai Palace official school. You must be admitted first. After entering the Martial Virtue Palace, I came to apply for the exam again."

Du Feng thought to himself that he couldn't tell you about this matter, but thinking about what Liu Yu said at the beginning, it seems quite far away now, so he couldn't help being a little depressed.

There are still three training ships in the dock now, and another one was built a few days ago, and this time it is bigger than the last two.The warship is still far away, and I couldn't help sighing.

These days, I am learning Latin with Mantou, and I also give gifts to Bering, Chelikov and other instructors from time to time. I think I have learned a lot about sea skills, but it is a pity that they are useless.

A few days ago, people from France came again, but they said that the matter of the warship had been settled, and the king of France would send a mission there soon.But I heard that because of the monsoon, the ship will not arrive until next spring, and the mission does not know when it will arrive.

I heard that there are several naval instructors from the French state, and a major, who is probably an officer of the "guard brigade" level.I don't know if the officer who came here can speak Latin. If not, wouldn't he have to learn French?
Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

I went to Vladivostok last year, and I performed well along the way, measuring latitude, wind direction, speed, and drawing coastline maps.However, the evaluation of Chen Qinghai and Mantou still weighed him down. There were rumors in the Jinghai Palace that the trainee captains of the two French cruise ships that would arrive soon would be Yonago Ming and Chen Qinghai.

Although it may take a long time to train, it is said that both warships are equipped with sailors and officers, and they have to learn one-on-one again.

But it should be about the same when you think about it.Considering that I should be regarded as the "direct line" of the adults, it seems possible to fight for it, but it is definitely not acceptable to go the wrong way: Chelikov can accept gifts, but the adults will definitely not accept them.

It's just one step at a time, and every step at a time.Thinking that some of those Raksha people could speak French, Du Feng thought that all his mother's salary this month would be spent on wine, so let's go ahead and learn French from the Raksha people.

"Damn it, why is my life so hard? Emperor Taizong said that he had to learn geometry surveying and mapping in the Wude Palace, so I endured the pain and learned it to the death; now I have to learn Latin and French... to death Damn, I wonder if this French language is also feminine and masculine? Suos cultores scientia coronat, I don't want to seek you at all, but I have to seek you if I want to be an official, son of a bitch knowledge..."

Just as he was thinking about it, he muttered something else to Chen Qinghai, and the tip of the chalk hit him on the head with a swish.

"Du Feng, stand up. Answer me, can sweet potatoes be stored directly after harvesting?"

"Uh……"

With a glance, he saw that the steamed bun next to him quietly waved his hands, and said, "No."

"Is it better to make the mouth of the sweet potato cellar bigger or smaller?"

Glancing again, Mantou made a semaphore gesture during a naval artillery battle, posing a meaning of "battleship", and subconsciously said: "The bigger the better!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I knew I was cheated. The village community grows potatoes to raise pigs, and there is plenty of land. If the potatoes fed to pigs can be shipped out every year, Wendeng Prefecture can eat them for a few days. Of course, I know that the smaller the storage cellar, the better.

Sure enough, there was a burst of laughter, and Liu Yu laughed and scolded: "You can go to Nanfang Buzhou to plant sweet potatoes in the future!"

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The autumnal equinox is early, the frost is late, and the cold dew is the time for planting wheat.In a blink of an eye, the autumn grass turns yellow in August.

The cold dew has arrived, and the long-lost celebrations in Wendeng City are heard again, playing drums and music. State herdsman Bai Yunhang personally holds a bullwhip and wears an official uniform. He is holding a columbine cart in a field, and all the people beside him are waiting for the autumn planting. The thin disheveled farmer.

The cows in the Bureau of Cattle were covered with red and hanging colors, and the government-raised cattle were finally released in order to prevent farmers from killing cattle for food.

The wheat seeds allocated by the court have also been distributed.

According to what Liu Yu said: Sometimes officials do not have enough brains to do things. Originally, the price of wheat would inevitably rise. As a result, the Jiedu envoy ordered that the grain sold by sea should not exceed one or two five per stone, and two ships were seized to buy and sell by force. , It turned out to be good now, not a single merchant ship came, and the merchant is not a philanthropist, so he just hoped to sell it at a high price. Since the government enforced the price, it would be a big deal.

This time is good. We can only rely on the government to raise a batch of seed grain from various places and transport it over. It is far from enough to plant all the seeds. In some places, private seed loans have risen to the point of "borrowing one and paying back four".

Although there are such and such deficiencies, I can finally look forward to the autumn planting season.

The sweet potatoes planted at the end of June have not yet been harvested, so they can be boiled for a few more days to prepare for harvesting in winter.

In the past few months, he ate a lot of sweet potato leaves and mung bean leaves, together with the relief food distributed by the court, and Liu Yu's help to extend his power to the village many times, finally the food was distributed perfectly.

There are not many sweet potatoes, mung beans, and carrots, but at least they can survive this winter without being left out.

As long as it lasts until next year's wheat harvest, if the weather is no longer so weird, Wen Deng will be able to survive.

Bai Yunhang supported the columbine sowing cart, feeling very happy.

The whole area of ​​Jiaoliao, excluding southern Liaoning, Wendeng prefecture performed best.There are no large-scale refugees, no large-scale starvation on the way, it is said that some counties are full of bones, and the carriages pass by, rattling.

Up to now, it is far from the end, and there are still seven or eight months before the wheat harvest. These are the most difficult days.I don't even have to eat the leaves, because it's winter.

The imperial court allocated another batch of grain and rice, but the rest of the prefectures and counties did not have the army to help, and the loss, interception and drift were very serious.

Wendeng planted a batch of crops for famine relief, and the speed of promotion was "shocking" - that's what was written in the imperial decree to Bai Yunhang.

Thinking of the imperial decree of the emperor's personal awards and commendations, Bai Yunhang couldn't help but squeeze the hand supporting the columbine cart, exposing the blood vessels and veins on the back of his hand.

Not only was there an imperial decree to reward, but the emperor also personally mentioned a big character in his imperial pen as an encouragement.

"can"

This word is very heavy, very heavy.

Looking at the lush sweet potato seedlings, mung beans and carrot leaves next to the wheat field, Bai Yunhang knew that he owed Liu Yu a big favor, a favor even heavier than the word "neng" in the emperor's imperial pen.

He hasn't told the public about the matter of sharing a small fortune, but he has already decided to take a big gamble.

A little wheat field was plowed symbolically, and amidst the sound of firecrackers, all the officials and common people knelt down.

"Bai Qingtian!"

"Never forget Lord Bai's grace of life!"

Bai Yunhang was not much moved by the bursts of praises. What he cared about was not the gratitude of the people, but the approval of the emperor.

Squeezing out a tear of emotion, Bai Yunhang said to the people kneeling on the ground: "Please get up quickly, please get up quickly. It is said that parents are officials, but it is the people who work hard that the country has food and rice. We wait for it." There is a salary. Folks, don't do this... I am just doing my best."

Going down to help a few old men kneeling in front, Bai Yunhang wiped his eyes that were almost dry with his sleeves, and said loudly: "Everyone, everybody! You don't wait for others, now is not the time to be grateful, please go back quickly Farming. The imperial court’s wheat seeds have already been distributed, and the farming cattle of each family have been in place, and Mr. Liu has temporarily borrowed horses from each village, so don’t delay the farming season!”

"It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone, go and farm quickly. Next year will be a good year!"

The crowd kowtowed to him again, and then they got up. More than a dozen families led the cattle issued by the cattle bureau, or some war horses that were not very good at plowing but could save some effort. Equipment such as columbine carts made by the newly established "Northern Industrial Chamber of Commerce" with a strange name rushed to the fields of various families, praying for a good harvest next year.

Back at the yamen, after the last hesitation, Bai Yunhang took up a pen and wrote down the words "Please try to put the people into the mushu" as the beginning.

(End of this chapter)