Dajin royal family

Chapter 562 Working in the Field

Sinong Si Qing Yuan Hong has always felt that he is very low-key in the court, so low-key that he is inconspicuous in the dust. Basically, if no one mentions it, you will never know that Sinong Si Zheng Qing is a person named Yuan Hong.

This is inseparable from the work he is responsible for. After all, he is in charge of farming. To put it mildly, he is called Si Nong Siqing, and his colleagues call him Yuan Zhengqing when they meet.In private, everyone has their own opinions. If Sinong Temple should be in charge of the household department and the Ministry of Industry, it should be called Dad, so it must be called Dad.

Most bureaucrats still disdain to associate with mud-legged people, and Yuan Hong, who works with mud-legged people all day, is naturally disgusted as well.

How can this be done?

Yuan Hong is also very helpless.

But what made him even more helpless was another thing, that is, since King Zhao came to power, the status of Sinong Temple seemed to have soared a lot, and King Zhao would summon him whenever he had time to ask about various things about crops.

It stands to reason that he should be happy, but the various questions and requests raised by King Zhao made him personally unheard of.

For example, once King Zhao summoned him and asked him very kindly, "Does Aiqing know about hybrid rice?"

At that time, Yuan Hong felt like a mouse in a world of ice and snow, trembling, and his mind was blank.

He only knows the slave species hybridized by the Turkic people, can rice be hybridized?
Yuan Hong, who had little talent and learning, said at the time, "I really don't understand."

There is a king who pays attention to Sinong Temple, Yuan Hong is actually very happy in his heart.After all, in the past dynasties, few emperors paid attention to the affairs of the fields, and the work done by mud legs was even more rejected by their colleagues.

Regarding the matter of hybrid rice, Jiang Chengxiao admitted that he was talking nonsense in a moment of fever.

After all, Yuan Hong is also surnamed Yuan.

The actual operation of hybrid rice, with the current theoretical knowledge and zero industrial equipment, is tantamount to mobilizing people from all over the country to build a star destroyer.

Impossible, and seeming retarded.

While regretting, Jiang Chengxiao felt a little uncomfortable.There is no sweet potato, corn and potato. If hybrid rice can be produced, that would be great.

The great man said, there is strength in numbers!
In this era, if he can make the population usher in a big explosion, then he will do many things that the emperor wants to do but cannot.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing, he can only dream.

However, it wasn't all a dream, a small hidden plan had actually been formed in his mind for a long time.

It's just that it's not the time to do it yet, and we have to wait.

There are many departments under the jurisdiction of Sinong Temple, among which the "Nongtun" is in charge of farming and mulberry, and the young prison is in charge.

On this day, Jiang Chengxiao dealt with government affairs, and finally found time to cultivate the land by himself. He had to light up this kind of skill engraved in his blood.

The warm sun hangs high, and the birds fly and sing.

Jiang Chengxiao was dressed in coarse sackcloth and a bamboo hat. He tucked the hem of his clothes into the waistband of his trousers, rolled up his trousers, and got down to the ground, holding the improved 'plough' for a while.

Before him, the common plow used by the people in the Jin Dynasty was the long straight shaft plow. This kind of plow was not flexible enough to turn back and turn when plowing the land, and it was laborious to lift the soil, and the efficiency was not very high.After he took charge, the first thing he did was to get the Ministry of Industry and Sinong Temple to work together to improve the plow.

Fortunately, he has not forgotten the memory of 'Liberal Arts', and he still has an impression of 'Quyuanli'. After providing a general idea, the Ministry of Industry studied day and night, and finally came up with Quyuanli.

When the curved shaft plow is operated, the plow body can swing, which is flexible and convenient for deep plowing, and is light and soft, which is good for turning.The second is to increase the plow review and plow construction. If you push the plow review, the arrow of the plow will go down, and the plowshare will go deep into the soil.If you lift the plow, make the plow arrow upward, and the plowshare will enter the soil shallowly.

The organic combination of Quyuanli's plow commentary, plow arrow and plow construction can meet the different requirements of deep or shallow plowing, and can liberalize the adjustment of the depth of cultivated land, which is convenient for intensive cultivation.The plow wall can not only break up the soil, but also push the plowed soil to one side, reducing the resistance of the plow to advance.

He remembered very clearly that Qu Yuanli had been used until the industrial age.

Pulling up the rope and fixing it to the ox, he held the plow with one hand and whipped the whip with the other, urging the old ox to plow the land and turn over the soil.

The big black ox, who worked hard without complaining, stepped on the hoof, pulled the Quyuan plow to walk in the ground, and the soil rolled smoothly.However, it is also very particular about arm strength, which is tiring.

Si Nong Si Qing Yuan Hong's face was calm, and he was not surprised that the king was so proficient at cultivating the land. In fact, the king often went to work in the fields when he was in Liaodong.

The Nongtun Shaojian at the side knew relatively little, as if he had eaten the fruit of ignorance, he stared blankly at the back of the king who was gradually going away.

King Zhao can actually plow the land, and so proficiently?
Nongtun Shaojian felt that his three views had been impacted.

Jiang Chengxiao came back after three rounds of farming, sweating profusely. He looked at the three sons standing on the ridge of the field and waved, "Come down."

This time, he came with his three sons.

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

He remembered this poem all his life. Theoretical knowledge and practice are two different things.What's more, he will never allow his son to know nothing in the future.

Why not eat minced meat, how could he let this happen to his son.

Farming is the foundation. If you don’t understand farming, how will you govern the country well in the future?
The three sons were all dressed in peasant children's clothes, and stood on the ridge in a daze.This is the first time they have heard of the concept of 'underground farming'.

Hearing his father's words, the eldest son, Jiang Heng, was the quickest to react, tucking his hem into the waistband of his trousers, and then rolled up his trousers.Jiang Ke and Jiang Xie were naturally big brothers who learned from each other, and they all got ready and followed them to the ground.

The three boys walked up to Jiang Chengxiao, who told them some basic knowledge, and then asked them to either hold the rope or hold Qu Yuanli.

The father and son plowed the fields in an orderly manner.

At the beginning, the three boys thought it was quite interesting, but after two rounds of plowing, the three little boys were trembling with tired legs.

Jiang Chengxiao didn't ask them to come along to pick up the wind. When he went to plow the fields, it was real plowing, and he didn't give them a chance to relax.

"What, can't you?"

While drinking water, he looked at Jiang Heng.The eldest son's face was dripping with sweat, and his lips were turning white.Jiang Ke blinked his big eyes, staring tiredly at the dark land in a daze.

The smallest ginger shirt couldn't stand still, he unconsciously supported the plow.

"Your Majesty, the three princes are still young, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to adapt to farm work for a while." Yuan Hong, Secretary of Sinong Temple, persuaded him tactfully.

"Oh?" Jiang Chengxiao raised his eyebrows, turned around, and drew a circle with the hand holding the water bag, "Look for yourself, how much older are those children than them?"

Around them, there are many bare-backed peasant children who are farming together with their grandfather or father in the fields.

Yuan Hong pursed his lips, "Your Majesty, the princes are the nobles of the heavenly family, how can they be compared with ordinary people."

"The nobles of the Tian family also eat five grains, and what they eat is the grain grown by the common people. Why can't we do what they can do?"

Well, you have said that, so why should we persuade, Yuan Hong chose to shut up.

Jiang Heng wiped the sweat off his forehead with his small hands, and said seriously, "Daddy, I'm fine."

"What about you?" Jiang Chengxiao looked at Jiang Ke and Jiang Shirt.

The two little guys naturally refused to admit defeat and nodded one after another.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengxiao handed them the water bag, let them take a sip, and continued to plow the land.

An acre of land is not a joke, and adults have to work hard to plow it. The father and son plowed the whole morning and barely plowed the land.

After plowing, the eyes of the three little guys were blackened, and they were planted in the field in a daze.They were covered in mud, their faces were jet-black, their hair was disheveled, and they couldn't lift their muscles.

This is more tiring than their striding!
After all, Jiang Chengxiao often rode horses to fight, except for panting, everything else was fine.

Seeing the three of Jiang Heng lying in the field, Nan Jiyun was about to help them up, but Jiang Chengxiao stared back.

Those who are delicate are all raised by their parents. The nutritious food is much better than that of farm children. They can't bear such hardships. What else do they play? Go home and be an idler.

Besides, since I practiced martial arts since I was a child, I have been suffering from precious decoctions, so I have to let the effects of the medicine evaporate.

Jiang Chengxiao sat down on the ridge of the field, picked up the water bag and drank a few big gulps, the water stains from the corners of his mouth spilled on the skirt of his clothes, making him look like a shapeless farmer.

Seeing that the three little guys still couldn't get up, he spat out a mouthful of water and hit the three little guys accurately.

After applying ice-cold water to the face, the three of them regained some energy immediately, and quickly sat up with support and looked at their father.

Standing, they can't stand up now, their legs are going deep and shallow in the mud field, it takes too much effort, and the strength in their whole body seems to be drained.

Yuan Hong watched the king's actions, the corners of his mouth twitched non-stop.Is this still the king who stands high in Mingde Hall?
(End of this chapter)