Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 94 0089 [Dean Zhu's frustration] (for subscription)
This is Shen Yourong's second elder brother, his name is Shen Guangxiu, and his name is Maoshi.

He has a rather soft appearance and a clean shaven beard. He belongs to the handsome guy type in puppet shows.

Judging from the literati in the Song Dynasty that Ju Ming came into contact with, shaving is quite common, which is a change in social aesthetics.

Comparing the portraits of emperors in the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, we can see a pattern. From the founding of the country to the end of the country, the emperor's beards became less and less.Moreover, the era when beards suddenly decreased must be the prosperous period of this dynasty.Looking at the folk paintings at that time, the same rule also follows, and it is very likely that it was influenced from the folk to the court.

"Success doesn't have to be polite," Shen Guangxiu took Ju Ming's hand with a very enthusiastic attitude, "Successful talent, I am already familiar with it!"

Zhu Ming said modestly: "I dare not be that, my uncle praised me absurdly."

Shen Guangxiu said: "It's worth it. The eight poems of Chenggong are being copied by everyone in the village and the county. Who doesn't know the scholars in Xixiang? Someone has already given Chenggong a nickname, and they call it Zhu Eight Poems."

Hell, Zhu Bashou is not as good as the winged tiger before.

Most of the scholars who accompanied Lu Tixue spread the word after returning home.

Wu Neng leads troops to suppress bandits, and Wen Neng writes poems and lectures. It is estimated that within a few months, Zhu Dalang will become a household name in Xixiang County.

Shen Guangxiu held Ju Ming's hand and never let go, and said with more enthusiasm: "I came here this time to find success."

Zhu Ming felt like pulling his hands away, and seeing Shen Guangxiu shaved all his beard, he thought that this thing is not glass, right?

Shen Yourong brought a bowl of tea, Zhu Guoxiang took it casually, handed it to his son and said, "Your uncle just came back from the county town and was hired as a teacher by the elementary school professor there."

Shen Guangxiu smiled and said, "It's still thanks to success."

It turned out that he was just here to express his thanks, not to have any ill intentions towards him, so Zhu Ming finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The principal of the county primary school acted very quickly. He knew that the Zhu family and his son had been rewarded for their studies, but he didn't know where he got the news, so he actually recruited Shen Guangxiu.

County-level government primary schools do not have high requirements for teachers, and the principal can hire them on their own, which has nothing to do with Xiangzhi County.

Shen Guangxiu has always wanted to be a teacher, but failed to get hired after many applications, this time his dream came true.

Zhu Ming's focus was obviously not here, and he asked instead: "What is the current situation of the scholar in Uncle's village?"

Shen Guangxiu said in detail: "This person's surname is Meng, his name is Zhao, and his name is Daguang. He was my childhood classmate. He has never been able to pass the exam, and his father died of illness. My brother didn't want to support him to study, so he decided to split his property and divide his family. He only got [-] to [-] acres of land, and he went to Yangzhou Academy to learn from teachers. How can the family's assets support them? After a few years, the land was sold out, and life is quite poor now."

"Daming Village is the former Heifeng Village. Would he come to this remote village?" Zhu Ming asked.

Shen Guangxiu said: "The family can't open the pot anymore. I often help out, but I'm not very rich. He still owes me two stone rice, more than 800 money, and a pair of twins have been added to the family. If he doesn't find a way out, he will really starve He is dead. What's more, his heart for the imperial examination is not dead, and his success is recognized as a thorough knowledge of the three classics."

Well, I still want to worship Zhu Ming as my teacher for free, which is a very good plan.

Zhu Ming is short of someone who can write and count. As long as Meng Zhao comes over, he can manage the village's account books—the autumn harvest will be in two months.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhu Ming dragged his father to the toilet.

Quickly unpacking the packing box, Zhu Guoxiang took out a Huazi and lit it, and he was intoxicated: "Have you taken out all the things in the car?"

"There is only one car left." Zhu Ming also lit one, "Dean Zhu, do you think it is possible for the sweet potato and corn to mutate?"

Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile: "Become a elixir, eat immortality?"

Zhu Ming said: "For example, the yield is higher and the growth is stronger. Don't the food seeds have to be taken to the space station for radiation? This travels through the time-space tunnel, and it should have an impact on the seeds. Anyway, it has a big impact on the two of us. Reverse growth has been achieved."

Zhu Guoxiang became serious: "There is also this possibility, and we need to continue to observe."

"Go to see my father-in-law?" Zhu Ming didn't discuss this any more.

"See you, she's just an ordinary village school teacher," Zhu Guoxiang said. "He's blind and deaf. He's almost 70 years old. Now the village school allows her elder brother to lead the class. This second brother is pretty smart, so I guess he's not very knowledgeable." , Juren didn’t pass the exam. Because of you, he became a government primary school teacher, so he made a special trip this time to say thank you.”

Zhu Ming asked, "When did Fatty Zheng's servant come?"

"This morning, I also brought dozens of coins, a jug of wine and a letter." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Zhu Ming flicked the cigarette ash: "In my village, it's not easy to irrigate on the mountainside, and it's not easy to build diversion canals. Is there any way?"

"Dig the pond." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Zhu Ming asked, "What's the difference between a weir pond and a pond?"

"There is not much difference," Zhu Guoxiang explained. "In the early days of the founding of New China, in order to solve the irrigation problem in mountainous areas, the common people were mobilized to dig a lot of weir ponds. They mainly depend on collecting rainwater for storage, and they can also raise fish in normal times, and use them for farming. Water storage in weir ponds. Xixiang County has abundant rainfall, and weir ponds are of great use.”

Zhu Ming asked again: "Dig in the mountains?"

Zhu Guoxiang nodded and said: "The most suitable place for digging weir ponds is the kind of depression in the mountains. Halfway up the mountain is also possible, but it is more labor-intensive. You need to dig the mountain and flatten the soil first, and the amount of work will greatly increase."

"That's no problem. After the autumn harvest, we will organize the villagers to dig two holes first," Zhu Ming pondered. "It just so happens that some new villagers, especially those fleeing households, who have no money and food, just dig the weirs and ponds. Relief for workers. By the way, there are mountains everywhere, so we can’t build terraced fields?”

Zhu Guoxiang thought carefully: "With the soil and climate of Xixiang County, it is possible to cultivate terraced fields. For example, in your cottage, it can be built near the foot of the mountain. It is not suitable for the slope above 25 degrees."

Ju Ming asked curiously, "Why doesn't anyone cultivate the terraced fields here?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "First, it takes time and effort to reclaim terraced fields, which is much more difficult than reclaiming wasteland, and requires a lot of labor; second, there must be one person who can absolutely control the village. Paddy fields need to divert water frequently. Every family has to cooperate tacitly in Baidong. Many of the terraced fields in the south are located in ethnic minority areas. In ancient times, they had village owners or patriarchs, and appointed full-time water officials to be responsible for irrigation and drainage. Anyone who disobeyed could be executed immediately because of delayed irrigation. All starve."

"Understood, when you come here, we can organize the villagers to reclaim the terraced fields." Zhu Ming said.

Zhu Guoxiang shook his head: "The effect is too slow. With the labor force in your village, you can create more than ten acres of terraced fields at most in a few years. It's better to dig a few more weir ponds, and then plant corn and sweet potatoes on the hillside."

Zhu Ming said with a smile: "You are an expert, you have the final say. By the way, have you got your shiitake mushrooms?"

"Failed." Zhu Guoxiang sighed.

"Failed?" Zhu Ming asked in surprise.

Zhu Guoxiang explained: "I plan to directly produce mycelium, and then plant it quickly and on a large scale. I have found a substitute for potatoes as the medium, but I don't have high-pressure sterilization equipment, and I don't have air conditioning to control the temperature. I thought I could overcome it, but unfortunately Slapped in the face by reality."

"Then how did ancient people grow shiitake mushrooms?" Zhu Ming asked.

"A very primitive method," said Zhu Guoxiang, "cut the basswood, cover it with soil and water it to form a natural medium. Then chop the mushrooms and stuff them into the wound of the basswood to let it form mycelium naturally. It takes a very long time, at least half a year, or even one or two years, to harvest the first batch of shiitake mushrooms. Moreover, the rate of bacteria emergence is far lower than that of modern cultivation. How to put it, you can understand that it is planted on industrialized large farms, which is different from that planted by ancient small farmers. Huge difference."

Zhu Ming said: "Original is primitive. We adopt ancient methods, which can eventually generate income for farmers. Can Ganoderma lucidum, which is as big as a millstone, still be grown?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "There is a certain chance that it will be planted, and it depends on luck. Because such a large Ganoderma lucidum requires multiple strains of Ganoderma lucidum to grow together. I can't grow the hyphae of Ganoderma lucidum. I can only use soil methods. When and how much fungus can be produced Bacteria, this is uncontrollable. We can only try our best to meet the conditions, and then wait to try our luck!"

Zhu Guoxiang was a little frustrated. He had knowledge in this area, but lacked the conditions to put it into practice.

Just like a top aircraft designer, after returning to ancient times, even if he exhausted all his efforts, he could at most build a primitive wooden aircraft with pedals.

Zhu Guoxiang took out a letter from his bosom, which was written by the little fat man Zheng Hong.

Zhu Ming took it and read the letter while smoking.

The main thing is to thank Zhu Ming for selling the pen. Zheng Hong has already given away the pen, and Master Zhizhou is very happy.In addition to making up the final payment, a jar of fine wine was also sent, and Zhu Ming was invited to play in Yangzhou at any time.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Return one, Zheng Hong's personal attendants are still waiting."

Zhu Ming put out the butt of the cigarette, flicked it into the hut and left, and went to the room to write a reply to Zheng Hong.

Zhu Ming, who has not told a story for two months, told Fatty Zheng in a letter that he has been writing "Journey to the West" and will finish writing the novel soon, and will send someone to Yangzhou next time.At the same time, Fatty Zheng was asked to help customize weapons, a pair of bows and arrows, an iron gun, and an iron mace.

During the Song Dynasty, the rate of wearing armor was very high, so it was necessary to use armor-piercing weapons.

In the first year of Jingkang, when Jin soldiers went south, Prime Minister Li Gang vowed to defend the city to the death, so he gave himself an iron mace, which was later collected in the Fujian Museum.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was also a fierce general nicknamed "Wang Santie", who was good at using iron whips, iron lances, and iron lances, ranging from long to short, all of which were armor-piercing heavy weapons.

After writing the reply letter, he handed it over to Fatty Zheng's attendants. Zhu Ming also stuffed a string of rewards in the past: "Please pass it on to Xiaoguan Zheng."

"I will definitely bring it!" The attendants left immediately, and they refused to stay for dinner.

Bows and arrows, iron guns, and iron maces are all very valuable. If Zhu Ming wants to buy a complete set, he will have to bleed a lot.He intends to be an empty-handed white wolf, first to fool Fatty Zheng into building it, and then slowly give money when he is rich.

Zhu Ming said hello to Uncle Cheap, and went straight out to find the old white member.

Bai Zongwang received him warmly, made some good tea, and said happily, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and my nephew Chenggong has become more energetic."

"Thanks to the old man," Zhu Ming said straight to the point, "the thieves in Heifengzhai have left a lot of money, but the land in the mountains is barren and there is not enough food. I came here to buy food from the old man this time."

"It's easy to say, they are all neighbors, and they should help each other." Bai Zongwang and Ju Ming's situation is exactly the opposite.

In order to eat the land outside the little white member, Bai Zongwang spent a lot of money, and the family's cash was only a few hundred guan.He urgently needs to sell grain for money, but he will have more than enough grain after the autumn harvest.

One is willing to buy, the other is willing to sell, and the deal will be reached soon.

No matter what the grain price is this year, it will be based on last year's grain price.The two Hu pens were sold for more than 100 pens, and they are now in Shen Yourong's house. The money was immediately transferred to make an advance payment, and the food will be delivered after the autumn harvest.

Bai Zongwang said again: "Mr. Zhu will move out next year, and Mrs. Shen and Mrs. Yan will most likely also leave. The land in their hands...the price is easy to negotiate."

Zhu Ming said with a smile: "I can't decide this, the old man should go and talk to Mrs. Yan by himself."

"Alright." Bai Zongwang nodded.

After negotiating the deal, Ju Ming finally felt relieved.

Otherwise, with the food stored in Daming Village, if the population really exceeds a thousand, it will be a bit difficult when the spring is green and yellow.

This is the most critical year. Next year, sweet potatoes and corn will be planted all over the village, so we don't have to worry about food anymore.

Even, surplus corn can be used to make wine.

The upper class may not like baijiu, but they can try to capture the low-end market.The price of liquor is lower, and it is more convenient for storage and transportation. These are its irreplaceable advantages.

One piece of tea and one piece of wine are the special products of Daming Village in the future.

Perhaps, after a year or so, every household will be able to grow mushrooms.

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