Thinking of this, Guan Ji broke free of Feng Yong's hand and glanced at Feng Yong with a little shame, "Brother thinks beautifully!" In this article, how long did the little sister beg her brother? If it weren't for the little sister's means, my brother wouldn't know when he would remember? “

She didn't expect that Feng Tujiao really wanted to hear her sing.

I saw Feng Yong salivating and laughing, "Good Sanniang, how about singing again?" ”

Guan Ji's eyes rolled, and she glanced at Feng Yong with a smile, "It's not impossible for my little sister to sing this music." It's just that the elder brother just said the few words with Matthew, and then memorized them completely for the little sister, what if the little sister sang two songs in a row? ”

Feng Yong's face froze.

If you talk about other poems, Feng Tujiao memorizes it, which is not a big deal, but this poem "Long Dry Journey" is followed by "Qutang Pile of Rivers", and "Until the Long Wind and Sand".

It's all about the place names of the Yangtze River, how do you ask him to explain these to Guan Ji?

So Feng Tu Turtle had no choice but to say, "I haven't thought about this for a while." ”

"Humph!"

Guan Ji glared at Feng Yong, and she knew that it was this excuse again.

It's just that he just forced him to carry it once, and Guan Ji is already ruthless, but if he wants to force him again this time, he can't do it again.

At that moment, I had to pick up the written "Shu Dao Difficulty" and walk out the door.

Feng Tu looked at the back of the beautiful woman, and did not dare to stop it.

glanced at the desk out of the corner of his eye, but found that the knife and pen were still there, but he didn't expect Guan Ji to confiscate it, and he was happy.

Glancing at the door, seeing that Guan Ji had disappeared, Feng Tujiao immediately grabbed the knife and pen in his hand, and said secretly in his heart, This is something you don't take away yourself, even if you give it to me, it doesn't mean that I sneaked it.

Guan Ji returned to her courtyard and carefully tasted the article in her hand.

Although I know that my brother is no longer sad because of his parents, when I read this article again, I still feel a little distressed.

But when I thought of what he said to Ma Yan, I unconsciously felt a slight sour taste in my heart.

I don't know who he wrote those sentences to? It won't be Zhang Xiaomei, right?

If it weren't for the knife and pen he secretly hid at that time, he wouldn't have let him go so easily.

Guan Ji thought secretly in her heart.

This spring, it's a bit springy......

At the same time, this spring is also a season suitable for cattle to plow the land.

Feng Yong, as the "Captain of Hanzhong Dian Agricultural School", participated in the spring ploughing in Hanzhong, which is justified.

As the supervisor of Hanzhongye, it is logical for him to participate in the cultivation of Huangzhuang.

"Feng Jiancheng, at this time, all the grain has been planted, this seed, it will be a little late to sow it at this time?"

Huo Yi was holding a handful of sand in his hand, if he hadn't looked closely, he really couldn't see the tiny brown-yellow seeds mixed in it, and his face was a little worried.

"Don't worry, Supervisor Huo," Feng Yong bent down and looked at the ground that had been ploughed with eight oxen, "This alfalfa, as long as it is not past April, can be sown." ”

During the Three Kingdoms period, it was in the cold period of Chinese history, and the temperature was lower than that of later generations.

Therefore, in April of the lunar calendar in later generations, the time to plant alfalfa has just passed, but for Hanzhong in this era, it can still be planted in a hurry.

Huo Yi smiled a little apologetically and said, "This thing called alfalfa, except for Feng Jiancheng, no one understands it." Whatever Feng Jian Cheng said, it was naturally what it was. ”

I only heard him sigh again, "It's just 20,000 acres of land, and I don't grow food, but I use it to grow this, to be honest, I really feel a little panicked." This is something that no one has ever done before. ”

"These seeds can't be planted for 20,000 acres."

Feng Yong shook his head, "How much you can plant in the end depends on how many seeds Yiwen and Zishi can bring back." ”

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun not only went to be human traffickers, but also went to find alfalfa seeds.

And on the side of Fuxian, there has long been a rumor that alfalfa seeds can be exchanged for cloth.

Even so, the seeds collected by Feng Yong are far from reaching the standard of 20,000 mu.

"Besides, this alfalfa, in addition to feeding livestock, is also helpful for the fields. As far as I know, if you have planted alfalfa and grow food the next year, you can make the grain grow better than elsewhere. ”

"And such a thing?"

Huo Yi said in surprise, pointing to the turned up ground in front of him, "That's why Feng Jiancheng specially chose such a field to plant?" ”

"It's the right thing to use the field to grow grain," Feng Yong smiled, "This kind of going to the field and growing grain is not cost-effective." After planting alfalfa, it is used to grow food, and it is impossible to say that it is to change the field into the middle field, which is the way of farming. ”

Huo Yi listened and exclaimed: "It is said that Feng Langjun is good at farming, but I didn't expect that even planting grass can be planted out of the door, which is really rare in the world." ”

Growing grass?

The corners of Feng Yong's mouth twitched, thinking that when the cattle and sheep raised by Lao Tzu with alfalfa reached a scale, who would dare to say this, see that I don't use wool to smash him to death?

While the two were talking, a breeze blew, accompanied by a foul smell.

Feng Yong frowned and covered his nose.

On the contrary, Huo Yi didn't care, he looked up, and saw Hu people, led by Han farmers, using wheelbarrows to pile piles of black things on the ground.

And the men who were working in the field took the dustpan and filled it with the black thing, and sprinkled it on the ground that had been turned over.

"When I was in the palace last year, I heard that Feng Langjun could make more food in the field by using people and livestock?"

Huo Yi didn't seem to be pretentious, but he walked up to a pile of manure with interest, and even stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of farm manure.

"When I heard this, I tried it myself, but I didn't think that I would water all the flowers and plants to death. It turns out that this feces have to be piled up before they can be used like this? ”

I didn't expect this Huo Yi to be a doer?

But if you take the feces that haven't been piled up, sprinkle them directly, and it's strange that the flowers and plants don't die.

"Yes. Mixed with dead branches and leaves, grass and wood ashes, after accumulation, it can become like this, no matter what it is planted, sprinkled with this thing, it will grow very well. ”

Feng Yong wanted to spit out a mouthful of saliva, but in front of Huo Yi, it was not rude to be rude, so he had to take advantage of Huo Yi's inattention, turn his head, and swallow this mouthful of saliva hard.

"It's just a pity, if it's all fat...... Fertilizer, that's what it's called, right? ”

"Yes."

"If this fertilizer is used to grow food, I wonder how much more grain can be harvested?"

Huo Yi was a little reluctant in his eyes.

That's the fertilizer I used for a winter, I can use it as much as I like, you care about me?

The wool weaving workshop was moved to Nanxiang, but the ranch had to stay in Nanzheng.

The reason is that Feng Yong can't transport the fertilizer that has been piled up for a winter to Nanxiang again, no matter how idle he is, no matter how many people he has, he doesn't play like this.

He plans to use the grassland in Nanzheng to feed it directly in summer and autumn, and Nanxiang will open up another grassland to store green fodder.

This way, this winter, the pasture can be moved directly.

Otherwise, the supply of raw materials and the processing of raw materials are not together, and the cost will increase.