When the butler returned from the CD, he brought back news that everything was normal in the city, and there would be no rumors of rebellion. The most talked about in the city is about the queen's happiness. For many people, the Han is now stormy, the people's hearts are unstable, and the queen is happy, which is the only good news these days, indicating that God is still favoring the Han, and the Han will continue to continue.

According to previous years, whenever new grain was put into storage, it was the time when the grain price was the lowest, but this year, when the grain harvest was bumper, it rose instead of falling, and it rose by a penny.

Li Tingchang came again during this period, and still asked about the sale of grain, and even raised the purchase price by one penny according to the market price. Feng Yong sneered at this, if the abnormality of food prices is not a ghost in the local family, he can screw off his head as a night pot! But he also knew that as long as the old demon Zhuge lived for a day, it would be impossible for these turtles in Shu to turn over one day.

"Lord, there are nobles watching on the official road." The butler suddenly leaned over and whispered.

"Huh?" Feng Yong turned his head to look, only to see an ox cart parked on the official road not far away, and there was a knight beside the car. The curtain of the car was lifted in a corner, revealing a pair of eyes looking this way, the eyes were extremely bright, and it seemed that a woman was sitting in the car. In the driver's seat sat a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, heroic and outstanding, smiling at Feng Yong from afar, a mouth of white teeth shining in the sun.

Which noble family is this? There is a shortage of war horses in Shu, and those who can have their own war horses have different identities. And those who can use cavalry as escorts have even more unusual status.

Even this coachman looks better than most women in the world, right? Feng Yong thought secretly, his eyes fell on the rider next to the car again, his eyes were stunned, is there really anyone who looks better than the coachman?

Feeling Feng Yong's gaze, the rider's eyes looked over, which made Feng Yong gasp, this person is much better looking than the coachman, but his eyes are a little colder, and his expression is a little indifferent.

The rider just glanced at Feng Yong, then turned his gaze expressionlessly and looked into the distance.

Wrong! This rider is a woman, isn't he? Feng Yong finally reacted, and looked at it carefully, although the rider tied up his hair like a man, Feng Yong still found something different, his waist was too thin, and his chest muscles were a little too big.

This is a tigress that cannot be messed with, Feng Yong saw the long knife hanging on the horse, and secretly made a conclusion in his heart, and at the same time bent down and bowed his hand to the ox cart in return.

I don't know what the people in the ox cart said, the coachman nodded, turned over and got out of the car, and saluted Feng Yong: "Under Zhao Yiwen, dare to ask the name of the next step?" ”

"Don't dare to be, under Feng Mingwen. I don't know what advice you have? ”

The surname is Feng, the name is Yong, and the words are clear.

"I didn't dare to advise, but I saw the plow in the field, which seemed to be different from other places, and I was curious, so I came to ask, I don't know who made this plow, Brother Mingwen?"

Well? Feng Yong was a little strange, in these years, there are still high-ranking officials and nobles who are interested in agricultural tools? It is true that in ancient times, agriculture and mulberry were very important, but how to cultivate and what to use for cultivation were already the business of the subordinates, how could those high-ranking officials and nobles be interested in the things that belonged to the subordinates? Although everyone knows that Shi Nong is the first businessman, but in fact, in the eyes of the rulers, except for Shi Shi, the rest are not considered people.

Ever since the ancestral dragon in Guanzhong shouted "reunification" in Shaanxi dialect, China's social development has been circulating in a strange circle. More than 2,000 years later, a bearded man studied Western society and came to a conclusion, that is, the productive forces determine the relations of production, and the two promote and unify each other. This conclusion may be true all over the world, except for China!

China's more than 2,000 years of feudal society has shown that the relations of production can also play with the productive forces!

Because the Central Plains civilization is too precocious, it is so precocious that before the productive forces can meet the requirements, the production relations have appeared in advance, and as soon as they come up, they show a strong binding force, firmly grasp the productive forces in their hands, and also add a set of shackles to the Central Plains civilization, that is, the set of "Shinong Industry and Commerce"!

The "scholar" class, which monopolizes intellectual resources with one hand and the means of production with the other, constantly tramples on the remaining three strata with all their feet, so that they will never be able to turn over.

However, the three strata that can best represent the development of productive forces are those who are not regarded as adults. So you say, how many things that represent the development of the productive forces have been trampled on by the "scholars" and disappeared into the long river of history?

"This thing is a zigzag plow, and it was made according to the records of ancient books."

"Quyuan plow?" Zhao Yiwen's eyes lit up, "It turned out to be done by Brother Mingwen, that's really a coincidence." I look at this thing, one cow and one person, enough to be comparable to the previous two cows and two people, Brother Mingwen is really exquisite. ”

"How can I have such thoughts, Brother Yiwen said and laughed, I just painted a scoop from a gourd and copied it from ancient books."

"That's also a great merit." Zhao Yiwen looked a little excited, his eyes looked directly at Qu Yuan Plough who was turning the ground, but he said in his mouth, "If there is chaos today, the four seas are boiling, the people are displaced, and the fields are barren, Brother Mingwen can make such a farming tool that saves people and livestock, which is really beneficial to the people." ”

Feng Yong made this thing purely to facilitate his own farming, and as for whether it would be beneficial to the people, it was not up to him to have the final say. If you want to promote this thing quickly, it must be implemented by the official, otherwise anyone will come for nothing.

But the old men who are officials have so many things all day long, how can they pay attention to such things? Wouldn't it be better if you were full of food and went to chant and sing, listen to songs, and enjoy singing and dancing? As for the zigzag plough or something, let alone replace the straight plough, that is, this farmer without cattle, is there less people who directly use people to plough the land? Cai Lun Niu, right? Papermaking technology has been improved more than 100 years ago, but until now, isn't it still a mix of bamboo slips and paper?

So Feng Yong didn't care about this little white face who was more handsome than him, and he desperately praised him - so much more handsome than me, do you think that praising me like this can make me have a good impression of you? It's impossible. So why don't you let the rider of that cold goddess fan over there come and communicate with me? Feng Yong glanced at the carriage again.

Of course, it was impossible for a rider dressed as a woman to come over, so in the end, Feng Yong could only watch the carriage drift away with regret. It's been half a year since I've been here, and in his previous life, he spent all day drinking with the glamorous female boss, and he suddenly felt a little nostalgic at this time, after all, this was the first time he saw a beautiful woman in the Han Dynasty.

The ox cart walked slowly on the road, without the squeaking sound of the ordinary ox cart, and it was estimated that it had been modified. The voice of the person sitting in the car spoke very clearly outside, it was a woman's voice.

"That plow, it's weird, that Feng Mingwen, it's not simple, go back and check it."

Zhao Yiwen responded, shook his whip, and said in his mouth: "He said that he saw it from an ancient book." ”

The people in the car seemed to sneer, "In the past, there was Emperor Qin's book burning and Confucianism, and then there was Han Wu Confucianism, and there is not one of the hundred schools of thought in the world, let alone ancient books." All the changes in the world are gradual, and there should be traces in them, and they will never appear suddenly. Although the curved plough seems to have something in common with the straight plow, the change is extremely abrupt, and there must be someone who is constantly trying to make improvements. But now it is suddenly appearing, and there must be something strange in it. Those who have the ability to make this thing, even if they are not in the hidden world, will definitely be inseparable from the hidden mountain gate. If you really know it from ancient books, then only the Hidden Mountain Gate will have such a collection, and those who can read the books in the Hidden Mountain Gate can still be simple? ”

"It's not like a person from the hidden mountain gate." The female knight, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "Just a moment ago, that person took the opportunity to look at me three times. If he was really a person from the hidden mountain gate, he would never be such a womanizer. ”

Zhao Yiwen opened his mouth, but stopped talking.