Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 73 0069 [Dean Zhu’s Scientific Farming]

Shangbai Village, rice experimental field.

The villagers are watching the farming fairy method, which has become a habit. Every time Zhu Guoxiang comes to the field, everyone will come to watch the excitement.

Zhu Guoxiang likes to impart agricultural knowledge very much. He pointed to the rice fields and said, "After transplanting rice seedlings, the seedlings will dry up. Everyone must know."

The villagers nodded in unison, of course they knew.

Zhu Guoxiang continued: "When the seedlings are transplanted and become dry, the roots of the seedlings are broken when the seedlings are pulled out. Why do the seedlings I cultivate turn green faster and grow stronger after transplanting? It is because of the control of water and drought. The roots are not many, and they are not deep, so it doesn’t hurt much when you pull out the seedlings. Once you insert them, the roots will recover quickly, and they will grow wildly. However, the seedlings you raised have many and deep roots, and the damage is very serious when you pull out the seedlings , it will not grow well when it turns green."

The villagers suddenly realized that it was Miao Gen's problem.

After the rejuvenation period passed, the situation became more obvious. The seedlings in the experimental field were much stronger than those in the nearby fields.

It is precisely because of this that the villagers are eager to learn.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Now is the tillering period. Whether the rice can have a good harvest depends on whether the tillering is good. The water should not be too deep, and shallow water should be irrigated frequently..."

"I know," said an old farmer, "if the water is too deep, the ears will grow slowly."

Another villager was dissatisfied and said, "Second Master Liu, don't interrupt, just listen to Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Guoxiang didn't care, he was happy to communicate with farmers: "At the beginning of tillering, topdressing is needed, everyone knows that. But the most urgently needed fertilizer, I call it nitrogen fertilizer. Where is nitrogen fertilizer? It is in beans. Soybean meal and bean dregs are all It can provide nitrogen fertilizer. Sprinkling a catty or two of soybean meal is more effective than throwing several buckets of manure."

The villagers showed joy, they learned something real again today.

The method of topdressing nitrogen fertilizer with soybean meal was popularized in the Ming Dynasty, but the Song Dynasty really didn't realize it.The soybean meal at this time is mainly used to feed pigs, cattle and horses.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "At this time, topdressing is best accompanied by intertillage and weeding. It can make the field mud more breathable, and by the way, bury the soybean meal in the plowed soil, which is more conducive to rooting and tillering."

The villagers silently wrote down, and Lu An was holding a small notebook, writing quickly with a brush, and he wanted to organize it into words and hand it over to the old white man.

Zhu Guoxiang added: "At the late stage of tillering, you have to suppress it, and you can't divide it too much. Too many tillers will also affect the harvest. How to suppress it?"

The old farmer shouted again: "Water!"

Zhu Guoxiang nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it is irrigation. Deep irrigation can suppress the tillers. But if the field is too fat, deep irrigation will not be able to suppress it. It needs to be drained to dry the field!"

Bai Dalang also came to attend the class at some time, he was surprised and said, "Aren't you afraid that the seedlings will die if you drain the water to dry the fields?"

"Don't be afraid, but keep an eye on it at all times," Zhu Guoxiang said. "You need to count the number of stems of the seedlings, and check them every day. Depending on the number of stems, you can choose whether to drain the water and dry the fields."

Bai Dalang muttered: "No wonder the fertile fields of my family sometimes grow well, but the harvests are not good when threshing. It turns out that the fields are too fat, and deep irrigation can't suppress the tillers. This is like Xiaomin's house, Too few people will not prosper, and too many people will not be able to support them. The fertile fields of my family cannot harvest, because they have too many children and grandchildren, and everyone has to eat, but the rations of the family are not enough."

Zhu Guoxiang said again: "Now I will teach you how to judge the stages of tillering, mainly by the color of the leaves..."

"Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu!"

A fisherman came rushing over suddenly, out of breath, and said, "I saw Zhu Xiucai in a fleet just now, standing on the bow of the boat, looking very majestic!"

Zhu Guoxiang turned around and looked towards the river, and faintly saw the tail of the fleet.

His son was about to go to suppress the bandits, so he was inevitably a little worried.But it’s useless to worry, so I just continue to impart agricultural knowledge, teach the villagers how to distinguish the color of leaves, and teach the villagers how to judge the appropriate number of stems.

But all farmers with rich farming experience will benefit a lot today.

Many of them knew what Zhu Guoxiang said, but they didn't know why.Moreover, they can only know a general idea, and then manage according to the traditional method, and they don't understand the more detailed things at all.

In particular, the drainage and drying of the fields requires very fine operations, and the seedlings will be sun-dried to death if you don’t pay attention.

While explaining the knowledge, he directed the operation, and when the tenants finished the fields, Zhu Guoxiang smiled and cupped his hands: "That's all for today, let's all go back to work."

The villagers went home happily, and those who cared for him brought gifts to Zhu Guoxiang.

The gift is not expensive, or an egg, or a green onion, to express their feelings.

Bai Dalang stood by the edge of the experimental field, staring at the seedlings, and then at the paddy field next to him.

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. The seedlings in the experimental field grew so well!

The seedlings in ordinary paddy fields, no matter how well they are taken care of, are just vulgar powder.

And the seedlings in the experimental field, all of them seem to be ladies, not only knowledgeable, but also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Bai Dalang is not like his second brother, who works hard in the county government office and intrigues all day long.Unlike the third brother, he has a wide range of friends outside and is proficient in various poems and scriptures.

His life is very simple, just concentrate on taking care of the family business.

The business in the shop is booming, the tea is sold at a high price, and the grain harvest in the fields is bumper, all these make him feel the greatest happiness.

Bai Dalang fantasizes that at this time next year, his paddy fields will be managed in this way, and the seedlings will grow as white and fat as his second brother.

that's nice!

Bai Chongwen returned home happily, even the moles on his face seemed to be radiating light.

"Father, father..."

Bai Chongwen walked around for several times, finally found his father in the study, and said excitedly: "It was wrong to blame Mr. Zhu before. Not only is he good at raising seedlings, but he is also good at managing rice fields. I listened to it personally today and learned something about it. There are so many things that can be used. Next year, my paddy fields will use his method, and there will be a bumper harvest!"

The old white member said quietly: "The Bodhisattva is too big, and the temple here is too small. I don't know how to worship."

Bai Chongwen heard the overtones: "Father, what happened?"

The old white member knocked on the desk: "Your second brother sent someone to read the letter, read it yourself."

The content of the letter mainly tells about a series of events that happened in the county during the past half month.At the same time, there are still many Bai Erlang's speculations, such as Zhu Ming taking refuge in Xiangzhi County...

Bai Chongwen didn't see what was wrong, and said puzzledly: "Zhu Dalang trained his soldiers well. He went to make a big fuss in the county government office to avenge his grandmother. The second brother is really too. He can't even control his subordinates, so he even withheld the archers." Ration. It won’t do my family any harm if he takes refuge in Xiangzhi County, anyway, the archers will be disbanded.”

"Confused!"

The old white member shouted and cursed, completely disillusioned with the eldest son's IQ, and sighed, "Oh, go take care of the property and don't get involved in this matter."

Bai Chongwen scratched his head and left in a daze.

The old white man couldn't figure it out, what exactly did Zhu Dalang want to do?What good is it for Zhu Dalang to take refuge in that muddled county magistrate?
I don't understand, I really don't understand.

There is only one thing that the old white man can understand: Zhu Dalang is a flood dragon, and the dragon is stuck in the shallows, and he can't do anything.Once encountering wind and rain, it will rise into the sky.

Why do you say this?
Because the archer is too ordinary, anyone can apply for the job, and no matter how hard he is, he will be a bully who blackmails the people.And what about Zhu Dalang?In just half a month, so many things have been done, and more than 300 archers have been made submissive.

If anything happened, even if the archers were disbanded, Zhu Dalang might be able to gather dozens of them with a wave of his arms.

Dozens of young and strong, if they go all out, they are enough to travel all over the world.

Such a character, staying in his own village, is always a ticking time bomb.What's more, there is also a Mr. Zhu, who can convince the villagers just by farming.

The old white people didn't know that Zhu Ming had already decided to take over Heifengzhai, and the father and son would move sooner or later.

"Come on!"

With a greeting, the servant ran in.

The old white member said: "Send Zhu Xianggong a few balls of good tea, thank him for teaching the farming method today."

The servant took the tea and quickly ran to Shen Yourong's house.

Shen Yourong is weaving silk, and the raw silk reeled by himself will be finished in two days.

The old white member promised that her family would not have to pay summer grain this year, and all the silk cloth could be sold.

Zhu Guoxiang is still writing textbooks, and the Village School is scheduled to start on the first day of next month.

"Zhu Xianggong, this is the tea from the master. Thank you, Professor Xianggong, for cultivating it." The servant handed it over respectfully.

Zhu Guoxiang was still writing calligraphy, nodded and said: "Just put it down."

The servant bowed back.

Shen Yourong came over happily, and put away the few balls of tea leaves.The more respected Zhu Guoxiang was, the happier she was.

As time passed, Grandma Yan came back from mowing the grass and went to the kitchen to cook.

In the evening, a villager rushed over, slapped the gate of the courtyard and said, "Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu, something serious has happened!"

Zhu Guoxiang walked out quickly, and hurriedly asked: "What's the big deal? But it's not good to suppress thieves?"

The villager said: "Little Zhu Xiucai became the leader of the archers, and led people to kill the little white member. Some people from Xiabai Village fled to Baishitou, and later Baishitou also came to the archers, and sealed up all the shops of the little white member's family. I ...I just heard about it, so I came here to report to Mr. Zhu."

Shen Yourong listened in a daze, thinking that there was something wrong with her ears.

Grandma Yan also rushed out from the kitchen, confirming: "Da Lang killed Xiao Bai Yuanwai?"

The villager nodded and said: "I heard that the bandits were colluded with the bandits. Last time, the bandits in the village were attracted by the bandits. Everyone said that Zhu Xiucai killed well and avenged our Shangbai village!" "

"Amitabha, God bless Dalang not to be in danger." Grandma Yan put her hands together and prayed, she didn't know if she was praying to Amitabha or the Jade Emperor.

This bastard, who didn't watch for a while, really wanted to make something happen.

Zhu Guoxiang asked: "The Archer is still in Xiabai Village?"

The villager said, "Most of them are still there."

Zhu Guoxiang said to the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law: "Let's eat first, I will go to the old white man to borrow a boat, and go to Xiabai Village to see what's going on."

(It will be on the shelves at 3 noon on March 10th, don't wait in the early morning.)
(End of this chapter)