At the end of August, it was still very hot in Shuzhong, and Liu Chan stood on the ground, with a yellow cover on his head, and he still felt extremely uncomfortable. He was already a little fat man, he sweated easily, and his underwear was soaked early, but he had to act as if nothing had happened on the surface. Because he is the emperor, he wants to be a good emperor, and this kind of thing that increases his appeal must be held on.

"Farming is a major matter, and it is really a blessing for all the people that Your Majesty attaches so much importance to it." There were people around him who were patting the old-fashioned sycophants, although the person who said it felt disgusting, but Liu Chan obviously liked to listen to it, and a smile appeared on his chubby face.

"Is that the eight-ox plough newly made by the smelting supervisors? And show it to me. "To make a full set of plays, as a big weapon to buy people's hearts, in fact, Liu Chan still attaches more importance to this eight-ox plow.

At that moment, someone from the palace went down to pass on the emperor's message.

In the Han Dynasty, the self-title of the emperor generally only appeared in the great court meeting or edict, and was also used on some more formal occasions. On weekdays, I generally call myself "I" and "I" in private, which is no different from ordinary people, and the word "I" is not only for the emperor, but also for the queen mother and the queen.

After Wang Xun and Zhao Guang, who had been prepared for a long time, received the order, they raised the whip in their hands and shouted, and the eight oxen shook their tails, dragged the heavy plow, and slowly walked forward, turning the soil in the field deeply.

"Why is this plow so weird?" As a student of Prime Minister Zhuge Cheng, Ma Tan naturally knew the source of this eight-ox plow, but what he didn't expect was that this real thing not only looked strange, but also was so big?

Ma Tan couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore, lifted his robe, went down to the ground himself, bent down to look at the mud that had been turned up, and secretly said in his heart: This is much deeper than the ground turned before.

The rules of the monarchs and ministers in the Han and Tang dynasties were not as strict as in the later Ming and Qing dynasties, and as long as it was not a formal occasion, the monarchs and ministers were still relatively casual with each other. Even at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, nearly a thousand years later, the ministers still sat on chairs when they deliberated. Only in the Ming and Qing dynasties, when the imperial power was at its peak, did there be a kneeling down to discuss matters.

Ma Jian turned his head, found Feng Yong, who was standing far away on the other side, and arched his hand: "Supervisor Feng ordered that you don't come to harm?" ”

Feng Yong felt on the spot that this product was here to mock him. No way, the caring look in his eyes when he looked at himself a few months ago is still fresh in his memory.

"Thank you for joining the army and caring. Feng Zhuang said goodbye, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

"The old man really lost his eyes that day." Ma Jian had a wry smile on his face and shook his head gently, "It's the old man's fault that he almost made the court lose a good material." Supervisor Feng once said that farming, deep cultivation and meticulous cultivation are the essence, and the old man did not understand it that day. Some time ago, I heard that Supervisor Feng ordered the harvest of Zhuangshang to harvest half a stone more grain per mu than other places. Where the disrespect was made that day, I hope that Supervisor Feng will not rest assured. ”

In Feng Zhuang, he regarded talents as crazy talents, Ma Jian really felt that it was a small black spot that he couldn't erase in his life, but after all, he was a student of Zhuge Old Demon, and he could say this matter without blushing, and he also apologized to Feng Yong in public, this elegance is admirable.

"Don't dare, don't dare. The kid was really arrogant that day, and he had no basis for saying it in front of Ma Senjun, and anyone would think it was absurd, and the kid was unreasonable when it came to it. Feng Yong hurriedly returned the salute.

This Ma Yan, if he didn't know that he would lose the street pavilion in the future, just from this bearing, it really made people feel good at once.

"This eight-ox plough, it seems that the ground turned over is indeed much deeper than the plough carried by the two oxen, it seems that this is the so-called deep ploughing, right?"

Feng Yong nodded: "Not bad." Deep ploughing can not only cut off the roots of the grass, but also turn the grass into the ground and become fertilizer for crops, killing two birds with one stone. ”

"Fertilizer?" Ma Tan asked curiously, "What do you mean?" ”

"People want to eat grain, cattle want to eat grass, all of them take the essence of other things to nourish themselves, that is, the grain, why not take the essence of the soil in order to grow? Cutting off the roots of the grass can make the weeds not compete with the grain for the essence of the earth, turning the grass in the ground, over time, the weeds will melt in the soil, become the essence of the earth, for the use of food, this is to kill two birds with one stone. ”

I couldn't tell the ancients about the knowledge of microbial trace element photosynthesis, so I had to talk about it casually.

Ma Tan listened, but his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and said: "The farmers and the common people all know to remove the grass in the field, and ask why, but they don't know why. Hearing Supervisor Feng's words today, his mouth suddenly opened. The Book of Changes has clouds: the way of heaven and earth, the people use it every day without knowing it. The ancients were honest and did not deceive me! ”

Culture people are so annoying! Anything can be pulled into the scriptures!

Feng Tugui laughed dryly and didn't answer, because he was illiterate and didn't know how to take it.

Fortunately, Ma Tan didn't notice Feng Tujun's embarrassed expression, and looked at the eight oxen plough with a little emotion: "Some time ago, I heard that Supervisor Feng ordered the village to put on grain, and I also thought about it in private, if I could listen to Feng Langjun's words that day, I don't know how much more grain I could harvest in the autumn harvest of the Han Dynasty?" Alas, what a shame! ”

Damn, why do I feel that the ancients were always so disciplined in their official ranks? Shouldn't it be that with the development of productive forces, people's level of consciousness will continue to increase?

"Where is it so easy?" Feng Yong opened his mouth and said, "This eight-ox plough alone is not easy to make, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford. Not to mention, it takes eight cows to pull, how many households in the world can have eight cows? For example, in the lower official mansion, there are just two cows. ”

Ma Jian said meaningfully: "Sometimes it's not easy, but it's the easyest." ”

Feng Yong didn't understand. Thinking that according to this meaning, this time Zhuge Old Demon is going to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak up on those local natives - he will do the same if he changes Feng Yong. How much grain can be produced in a large area in Hanzhong, all of which have been reclaimed? The supply of the Northern Expedition is definitely more than enough, at least for a year or two in a row, there is no problem, the food is no longer subject to the family, Zhuge Old Demon is estimated to completely let go of himself, and he is a little scared when he thinks about it.

The biggest disadvantage of the eight-ox plough is that it is not easy to turn around, it is only suitable for large areas of cultivated land, as for those small fields, it is naturally the most suitable for the curved plow. But in this era, which family is not connected by thousands of acres of fields? This kind of eight-ox plow is the most useful for them!

Of course, all the nobles present today are all poor ghosts compared to the Shuzhong clan, and most of them don't have so many fields at home. This may have seemed like a sad story before, but now it seems that there is no need to be sad, because Hanzhong is a wasteland!

Because of the war in Hanzhong in the early years, large tracts of barren fields were abandoned there, which is really heart-wrenching! It must be reclaimed as soon as possible, and everyone's hearts began to get excited, Emperor Shengming! Earlier, he said that he would reward everyone with the land of Hanzhong, but there is no real news so far, so it won't be a lie, right? No, I have to find a way to remind the emperor.

The ministers, who knew about the existence of the Eight Ox Plough, began to feel a little commotion in their hearts.