Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 264 not doing business
Fan Zheng didn't have time to pay attention to the uneasy Gou Dunling Kan Teng, but just met with deputy supervisor Long Min, supervisor Ming Tan in the east of the Jingyuan, Qi Diaopan in the south of the Jingyuan, Zhuan Sun Xingwo in the west of the Jingyuan, and Fu Fu in the north of the Jingyuan. Dou discusses the duties of the director of Jingyuan.

The director of Jingyuan is in charge of the inner pool of the palace garden. The poultry, fish and fruit trees produced by the director and the four-sided supervisor are all allocated by the director.

"Wheat in Chang'an is harvested twice a year, or once?"

Fan Zheng asked casually.

Don't look at him from a low family background, but he doesn't know much about farming. After all, Fan Laoshi planed wood every day, so how could he have land to grow it?
Lacquer carving hand climbing the fork: "Wheat is only cooked once. However, it is heard that in Xizhou and other places, Maike is ripe twice, but the heat is so hot that it cannot be compared in Guanzhong."

As expected of a family of craftsmen, they speak very rigorously.

"So, after the wheat is ripe, the land is idle?" Fan Zheng asked.

"No, short-term crops such as beans and vegetables are generally inoculated accordingly." Lacquer carvings are rare. "However, in Guanzhong, there is not much wheat, and millet is still the main one."

Zhuansun smiled at me and said, "Milk raises people, but wheat is a little bit worse."

Fu Dou shook his head: "Otherwise, the output of millet is only one or two stones, and the yield of wheat is as high as three or four stones. There is a lot to do."

Ming Tan interjected cautiously: "But, it's a great time to grind!"

Qi Diaopan, Zhuansun inspected me, and Fudou glanced tacitly: "Those who only know how to plant trees and guard graves, shut up!"

Ming Tan had no choice but to step aside honestly.

Fan Zheng smiled lightly, but didn't stop it. The chain of contempt exists naturally.

The Jingyuan East Prison has no confidence, of course, because they have no room for development, except for some fruit trees, they have almost nothing to produce, and it is normal for them to be underestimated by their colleagues.

The common people still stubbornly regard millet as their staple food, the main reason is that they are familiar with it, and if they rashly exchanged for wheat, what is wrong with it?
Deputy Superintendent Long Min said: "According to my humble opinion, it is unstoppable for wheat to replace millet as the largest grain. Now that the country has been founded, after the war, there are fewer people and more land, and the people still have room to pick and choose. "

"Ten years of Taiping, nearly a hundred years, when a family can produce five or six sons, the land is still the same, and the output is still one or two stones, I ask you if you want to grow better millet, or have a higher yield. Mai?"

"The emergence of a large number of mills, of course, encroached on the river and even blocked the irrigation water, but it also quickly shelled the wheat species and turned it into flour. Most of the cakes on the market are made of wheat flour."

"The farmer's reluctance to switch to wheat is not all because of stubbornness. Planting wheat is much more laborious than planting millet. The land needs to be leveled and plowed deeply. The original three-inch field has to be dug to four inches and five cents suddenly, and the soil is rough. It should be smashed as much as possible, and if conditions permit, the animal dung must keep up."

Fan Zheng clapped his hands: "Very good, the director of Jingyuan has no waste, no matter whether it is comprehensive or not, at least he has some of his own opinions. I will share my thoughts, it is not compulsory. The standard for the depth of cultivation of the director of Jingyuan in the future is set at six inches."

"Isn't it too ambitious to dig out the eggs and dry them in the sun to reduce pest damage in the future? The height of six inches is just right to turn up the fertile soil. Insufficient manpower, animal power, and tools? I have already drawn the figure of Quyuanli, you can find it yourself I will try to make a plow for the supervisor, and this plow can be carried away by an ox, and it can be easily lifted by six inches."

Long Min, Qi Diaopan, Zhuan Sun Xingwo, and Fu Dou looked at the figure carefully, trying to figure out the effect of Qu Yuanli, and their faces showed joy.

The director is so talented, he actually took out such a magic weapon!

Ming Tan looked at Fan Zheng with resentment in his eyes: "Director, have you forgotten that there is a prison east of Jingyuan?"

Fan Zheng knocked on the voucher: "I haven't forgotten it, but the prison in the east is narrow and full of tombs, and the land that can be used is fragmented. Quyuanli must not be able to use it."

Ming Tan nodded frequently, otherwise why would he be so sad?

"So, I have to say something to you—the world is so big, why don't you look up?" Fan Zheng sighed and threw a piece of animal skin blueprint. "This is a slang from Guizhou. It is a self-made plow for dealing with broken land. It is suitable for broken land and shortage of animal power."

No way, Fan Zheng roughly had the name of the plow in his head, and the specific style depended on the animal skin picture that Li Shimin got from the Guizhou Governor's Mansion.

Not to mention Fan Zheng's rank, it's not enough to have a dialogue with Li Xizhi, the governor of Guizhou, but he is qualified, and I'm afraid he won't give it to his brother Li Xiyu, but Fan Zheng personally ruined his future.

"Except for the east prison, each prison chooses a ten-acre land, divides it into two, half of it is planted with the same method, and the other half is cultivated with the new method, and the fertilizer supply is sufficient. Carefully calculate the manpower, material resources and income comparison of the two sides. The previous mission, Long Min is watching, not to make mistakes."

Sinongqing Guo Siben walked into the office of the director of Jingyuan with a smile on his face: "I thought you would make a big fuss when you came, but you are so cautious."

In fact, Guo Siben was already mentally prepared, in case Fan Zheng failed to make a drastic move, he would have to clean up the mess for him, who knew that Fan Zheng would only use a hundred mu to try it out.

Except for the Dongmian prison, which doesn't have much land, is a hundred acres a big deal?
If the whole army is wiped out, the loss will only be a drop in the bucket.

"You have to be careful!" Fan Zheng sighed. "I was born in Xiaguanfang, and my family background is not bad, but I also witnessed the second year of Zhenguan..."

Guo Siben coughed vigorously a few times: "It's time, the chef is here!"

There was a famine in the second year of Zhenguan, and some people sold their children to beg for work. You just need to know this kind of rotten scar, so why don't you poke it?

The official chef of Sinong Temple has no special features except for a large amount of food.

Sinong Temple has the most administrative offices, but most of them are located outside of Gyeonggi. There are not many real government offices in the temple, and few are qualified to share food with Guo Siben and Li Wei.

However, from the sixth rank boss Si Nongcheng, there are as many as six.

It's normal to think about it, Cheng Si Nong is the official in charge of the implementation of the Si Nong Temple, and the stall of the Si Nong Temple is already very large.

"Think about it, the Taicang Office of Sinong Temple, the Zhucang Supervisors, and the Zhutun Supervisors are an incredible number, plus Sizhu Supervisor, Hot Spring Tang Supervisor, Jiucheng Palace Director, Shanglin Office, Goudun Office, Daoist In the official office, there are not so many Si Nong Cheng, can you come here?"

Guo Siben drank a bowl of millet porridge, feeling lost: "I'm old, this porridge is enough to fill my stomach. If I retire for ten years, no, for another five years, I can still eat another bowl."

"This Xiangli Xuan Prize, you have heard his name in the Tai Chi Hall. From now on, the director of Jingyuan will coordinate with him in the general affairs of the temple."

Fan Zheng smiled and crossed his hands: "I have long admired the name of the prime minister of agriculture, who is not doing business properly."

There was a chuckle.

The words "do not do business properly" are ridiculed, but it shows how much the Xiangli Xuan Award is valued.

In addition to Xiang Li's influence on the peninsula, Xiang Lixuan's familiarity with the situation on the peninsula and the languages ​​of the three countries is also highly relied upon.

Xiang Lixuan stroked his beard and smiled: "In terms of not doing a proper job, a junior official is still not as good as a director."

(End of this chapter)