Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 692: Kinship Field

Due to drought, Taiwei eldest son Wuji asked to abdicate, but Emperor Yonghui flatly refused.

"I am still young and need the help of the Taiwei."

The words were spoken sincerely, but I just didn’t know what would happen next.

In a blink of an eye, Hairi arrived.

The existence of the emperor's kinship land system allowed the emperor and ministers to experience the hardships of common people's farming and have some sympathy for the hardships of common people's survival.

However, judging from Fan Zheng's mind that goes all the way to the ends of the earth, this is a fitness program specially reserved for the founding emperor because he was afraid that his descendants would be too lazy.

South of Qixia Gate is of course the prison land south of Sinong Temple's Beijing Garden. Every year, the land reserved for the emperor's family members has already been less than a thousand acres. Fan Zheng estimated that there are only about a hundred acres.

The reason is that millet was converted into wheat. For the sake of food, the emperor's face could be compromised a little. Wheat was planted in most places, and the wheat leaves are now green.

Others couldn't quite understand it, but Fan Zheng saw through it at a glance. This was leaving the land to the emperor to cultivate, and you could cultivate it as you pleased.

There is wheat growing in the fields. Who wants to try it?

Fan Zheng thought about it, if he were Sinong Qing, he would definitely do that.

Emperor Yonghui came to the Xiannong Altar in his crown, prepared a legal chariot, and took a plowing cart, and ordered Yi Zhi, the Minister of Rites, to come to the altar to worship.

The root plowing cart is a special vehicle for the emperor's family fields. It is made of green material, has a triple cover, has a jade ornament at the end, rides six horses (called Liu Canglong), and has 32 drivers. A curved shaft plow is placed on the cart.

Six horses cried to death. Are we so dishonest that we need five times the number of horses to be controlled?

Fajia refers to the size of the emperor's travel fleet, which is divided into three categories: large driving, legal driving, and small driving.

Dharma chariots are accompanied by elephant chariots, leather chariots, wooden chariots, guide chariots, Jili drum chariots, Luan flag chariots, Pixuan chariots, sheep chariots, animal chariots, yellow Yue chariots, and leopard tail chariots.

The emperor's horse was produced by the Shancheng Bureau of the Provincial Department of the Palace, and the chariot was produced by the Shancheng Bureau of the Province of the Palace. However, the chariot was driven back to Taipu Temple and was managed by the Huang Department. It was a very strange ownership.

The chariots and chariots owned by the princes and princes all look like chariots, leather chariots, wooden chariots, and chariots, and are returned to the chariot office of Taipu Temple.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, visits to the mausoleum, appointment of princes and internal and external officials of fourth rank and above, official and winter meetings, weddings and funerals, and envoys are all given according to their rank:
The prince will be given an elephant chariot, the third-ranked and above will be given a leather chariot, the fifth-ranked and above will be given a wooden chariot, the magistrate of the capital will be given a chariot, and the Taoist priest will be given a chariot.

Fan Zheng's rank is nothing more than a leather seat.

Emperor Yonghui, who had offered sacrifices to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, was in a vague state of excitement. When Fang Yizhi finished offering sacrifices, he untied his crown, put on his regular clothes, and took the Quyuan plow tip handed over by Sinong Qing Wei Ji.

A foreign official from Sinong Temple had already put the curved yoke around the neck of the docile ox. The ox responded with a slow "moo" and flicked its tail to drive away the flies that annoyed the cow.

Emperor Yonghui followed what Sinong Temple said, adjusted the plow, pressed the tip of the plow, and signaled it to start.

The whip was weakly drawn, and the thin ox slowly moved. The diamond-shaped plowshare was like a hot knife cutting oil. The resistance was not as great as Emperor Yonghui had imagined.

On the way forward, there were shrubs and weeds, which were easily broken through by the curved shaft plow. Those originally thought to be obstacles fell on both sides, and the roots were plowed out.

After three pushes, Emperor Yonghui got off the plow, took the sweat towel from You Fugui, wiped the looming sweat on his forehead, and stroked the back of the cow's neck with a smile on his face.

"Good cow!"

Fan Zheng rolled his eyes quietly. He was not a scalper who knew how to deal with human nature. How dare Sinong Temple bring him here?
The ministers started five-putting and seven-putting, but in the end, the majority of the people were nine-putting.

Good guy, even Yi Zhijiu, the Minister of Etiquette, is no stranger to this.

The fifteen-day field holiday given by the imperial court every May is really not in vain. Even if the ministers are not very skilled in the art of Jiuti, they are not just laymen.

Finally it was Fan Zheng's turn.

Tsk, it’s time to show off your real skills!

Fan Zheng drove the plow and moved forward leisurely, chatting with the Liuwai official in front from time to time.

However, with this attitude, Fan Zheng plowed as deeply and as quickly as anyone else, and he didn't even pause in his turning movements.Naturally, Fan Zheng's level was not even close to that of an old farmer, but he was much better than the officials.

Emperor Yonghui was surprised: "I remember that Fan Qing is not good at farming, and his farmland is also managed by the Ministry of Household Affairs, right?"

Sun Jiu next to him said: "Your Majesty has forgotten that Hongluqing was the director of Sinong Temple Jingyuan, and Qu Yuanli was also made by him."

It's not that Emperor Yonghui "forgot", but that he was in a corner at that time.

After nine putts, Fan Zheng turned to the plow, took the sweat towel from Shan Xiong's hand, and wiped his steaming face.

Although the first push is easy, the ninth push still requires some effort, and it will be even more tiring if you use a straight shaft plow before.

"Sinong Temple still has great ideas."

When Fan Zheng passed Wei Ji, he couldn't help but make a joke.

During the nine pushes, Fan Zheng could not find a stone larger than his thumb. It was obvious that Sinong Temple had spent extra manpower to pick stones in this area.

Otherwise, even if the plowshare is made of fine steel, it will still have a few holes.

As expected, being a high official is not an easy task.

Wei Ji smiled and took Fan Zheng's words as a compliment.

How can you be the home of Sinong Temple if you don't even have the courage to do what you want?

As for Fan Zheng's secret jab at him, I understand that many of Fan Zheng's old departments were idle.

This is not to say that Wei Ji is ruthless, but the reality is that no one can arrange his own confidants!
It would be nice if other people's confidants were not sent to the Yushitai for a walk.

Wei Ji didn't do everything right, and Fan Zheng couldn't care too much.

Besides, Tang Tongren is still serving as a young minister in Sinong Temple, so there is no way for him to fall out.
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After his family moved to Tian, ​​Fan Zheng organized Dunhuafang to get busy, and Zhen Bang's life-long event has fast forwarded to the step of welcoming the new year.

Originally, Tang Tongren wanted to be pretentious. Firstly, Meiwazi was already quite old, secondly, Aye Tang Jian was successful, and thirdly, Prince Pu's body could not survive this year.

Tang Suwen's occupational disease has discouraged many young talents, so they can only take advantage of bastard Zhen Bang.

King Pu's status was embarrassing. Although death would theoretically not affect his marriage, no one with a smug eye would take the risk.

Wouldn't it be over if we got married as early as possible, and we have to have a hard time with it?
For Zhen Bang to marry Tang Suwen, the entire Dunhuafang deeply agreed.

The biggest shortcoming of Dunhuafang is that there are no medical students. Even Fan Zheng used his personal friendship to ask Jiang Baizhi to accept a medical student. If he is sick, he can only hire a doctor from outside, which is inconvenient.

Don’t forget, there is still a curfew system in place these days!

Fan Baili and Fan Mingqian put on green clothes, wore small black gauze on their heads, each wore black leather shoes, and were draped in red silk. They were the groomsmen of the wedding procession.

"Brother Zhen Bang, don't worry, we will definitely welcome your bride back!"

Fan Mingqian raised his arms and smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.

In Anrenfang, the female family members of the Duke of Ju's palace held colorful silk wrapped wooden sticks and were about to give birth to the groom. When they saw the two pink and jade-carved babies, their hands became soft.

"Fight or not?"

this is a problem.

So cute, can I do it?

"These are the young masters of Qing Honglu, General Yunhui, and Hou Fanzheng of Huarong Kaiguo County. Do you really want to give them a try?"

(End of this chapter)