My husband Zhuge Kongming

Chapter 343 341. Huang Yueying: Deng Xiaolang, do you want me to be your teacher? (seeking subscription monthly pass)
In Jingzhou, Huang Yueying's words were not the first, but also the second best.

After going through so many interest alliances, most of the people in the family know that Mr. Chu An is Mr. Xiao, and Mr. Mr. Xiao is Mr. Chu An.

Not to mention, this girl is also in control of a major family income: Chu Zhi and Red Sugar.

They can't get involved in Qinghui's affairs, but it doesn't matter, the road is built.

In the future, collecting tolls and maintaining the road surface will always make money.

Regarding Jiangdong's matter, they just thought about it and felt bad for Sun Quan: Your brother killed a bunch of Jiangdong's wealthy families, look, now the family doesn't really want to take refuge in you.

However, no one would say such a thing.

On the contrary, they used their interests, used the emperor's handwriting in Liu Biao's hand, and kept emphasizing the status of Liu Biao's Han family clan, and then said that it is not surprising that there is a second Guangwu in our Han Dynasty.

If not, how could clansmen like Liu Jingzhou and Liu Yuzhou be able to help the big man in such a precarious situation?
The Jiangdong aristocratic family was blindfolded by the benefits of brown sugar, and they didn't like the Sun family at all, so they naturally wanted to belong to the Han Dynasty.

If they take refuge in Jingzhou at this time, Jingzhou really succeeds in imitating Guangwu in the future... Then they will naturally have a share of the credit.

Guangzong Yaozu, who wouldn't want to?

Therefore, when Huang Yueying's letter arrived, the heads of the various families were taken aback for a moment, and then they figured it out.

Indeed, Mr. Chu An is busy building and is short of manpower. At this time...they should help.

They thought that Mr. Chu An was on the same side as them. After all, they had cooperated so much, but they didn't know... This was to investigate their background.

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In the blink of an eye, it was May.

The wheat in Jingzhou has been harvested, and the people and tenant farmers are rushing to plow the fields, add more fertilizers, and change the dry fields into paddy fields.

Then, baskets of rice seedlings appeared on the ridge of the field.

Countless people bent over barefoot and planted rice seedlings in the fields.

One after another, the seedlings were inserted into the paddy fields along the lines that had been drawn long ago.

Huang Yueying took her disciples on a study tour, and naturally saw this scene of busy farming.

"Sir, is it true that the method of winter wheat and summer rice cannot be practiced except in Jingzhou?" Zhao Guang asked on the way.

When he was at home, he once heard his father and his elder brother discuss this method of farming. In the words, there were many meanings that the ancestors of the Han family would protect them.

Huang Yueying took a look at Zhao Guang, and then found that her four new disciples all had such doubts.

Thinking about it casually, she also understood that these children were young and belonged to the Liu Bei Group, and the most important thing was the orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty.This method of winter wheat and summer rice, when it was reported to the emperor at the time, it was said that it was auspicious from heaven, protecting the big man, and rebelling against officials and thieves... Of course, there is no such method.

"No." Huang Yueying shook her head, and got off her horse, "You'll come down too."

After hearing this, everyone didn't dare to say more.

Huang Yueying took out her sword, found a relatively flat road, and drew a map of the territory at this time, "This is the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty."

All the children nodded.

"Here in Yizhou, between Hanzhong and Chang'an, there is a three-thousand-mile Qinchuan." Huang Yueying drew another line, "The easternmost end of the Qinling Mountains, not far away, is the beginning of the Huaihe River, and allusions such as Dayu's flood control actually happened in the Huaihe River Basin."

As she spoke, Huang Yueying drew another line with her sword.

Connected with the Qinling Mountains, these two lines divided the entire Han territory into upper and lower parts.

"Sister, what do you mean, south of the Qinling Mountains and Huaihe River, winter wheat and summer rice can be produced? North, the weather is cold, so it can't be produced?" Huang Cong asked after all these years with Huang Yueying, so he knew what Huang Yueying wanted to say.

Huang Yueying nodded, "Well, that's true. Therefore, there is a saying that oranges born in Huainan are oranges, and oranges born in Huaibei are oranges."

The other children let out an ah, no one has ever told them this truth before.

What a pedantic man, sir!
You know so much at such a young age!
Even Huang Wu and the others at the side showed thoughtful expressions after hearing this.

"But there is a second half of that sentence: Ye Tu are similar, but in fact they taste different. So why? The water and soil are different. Why...the water and soil are different?" Huang Cong thought for a while, and then asked.

"Yeah, why?" Zhang Bao, the youngest, also asked.

"Qinchuan towers into the clouds for hundreds of miles, and the tallest can reach thousands of feet," Huang Yueying smiled. "Such towering mountains can block wind and water. Every year, the rainfall in the northern area is almost not as good as that in the southern area. The cold climate also arrives earlier than in the southern area, and the time suitable for crop growth is shorter than that in the south."

"Ah! So it is!"

"Crops can't grow if they're too dry or too cold. Is that the reason?"

The children started chirping excitedly.

They have learned a new knowledge point, and it is new knowledge that most people do not know, of course they are excited.

Seeing this, Huang Yueying naturally smiled.

"Hey...girl...my lord...what you said, but...is...seriously?" A stammering child's voice sounded.

Huang Yueying took a closer look, but there was a child who was only five or six years old standing in the paddy field. His clothes were shabby, but his eyes were too bright.

She dismounted at random just now, and started the lecture after finding a flat road. There was a rice field beside the road, and some children came to listen in the rice field, so she naturally didn't stop her.

She is not afraid of being spread out for her remarks.

Huang Yueying smiled, "Naturally, although I am shallow, I will not mislead my disciples."

"How dare you question my husband?"

"That's right, extremely rude!"

Zhang Bao and other children saw a child questioning Huang Yueying, their faces were unhappy, and those with a little impulsive personality had already rolled up their sleeves.

Huang Yueying naturally stopped them quickly, and then looked at the child, "Little Lang, who are you? Where do you live? Is this field yours or the master's?"

"My...Deng...Deng Ai."

Now, it's Huang Yueying's turn to be stunned, good guy...Deng Ai was so poor when he was a child?But thinking about it is also true. Deng Ai's family was poor when he was young, and he even had to herd cattle for a living.

"This field...is our own."

Huang Yueying nodded, "How old is this year?"

"six."

"How many acres of land in the house?"

"If there are ten acres of paddy fields, no matter how much more... Grandmother won't be able to farm it."

"What about your father?" Zhang Bao asked again, "Why do you only let your mother do the work?"

Deng Ai's eyes darkened, "Father... passed away."

"Ah?" Several children cried out.

It never occurred to Deng Ai's father that he was no longer alive, even the youngest Zhang Bao was taught to respect the dead.

So, several children said sorry again.

On the contrary, Deng Ai felt embarrassed, he hesitated and couldn't say anything.

Huang Yueying smiled, and there was kindness in her eyes.

She didn't expect that her luck was pretty good.Taking her disciples on a study tour, she could meet Deng Ai when she was a child. This place is still a little far away from Xinye. She originally thought that she would go to find Deng Ai in a year or two.

Not far away, a woman looked at this side nervously, Huang Yueying also noticed it, it should be Mother Deng.

The world is difficult, if orphans and widows can survive, it is already very powerful.

"Deng Xiaolang, do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

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