Scholars are the most noble group of people in the world, this group of people have knowledge that most people do not have, and they are naturally superior to others by absorbing the law of helping the country and the way of dealing with the world from the ancient books of the sages.

This group of people stands at the top of society, looks down on all living beings, takes the country as the table, and the people as the chess, smearing the world and outlining the history......

In contrast, farming is the most ordinary, even vulgar and lowly livelihood, which child of a family, which scholar is right to crawl between the ridges barefoot and covered in mud?

The old farmer said with a smile: "It's all taught in the school, and the old man was reluctant to let this little grandson work in the field." ”

Wei Zheng glared and asked, "Do you still teach people to farm in the school?" ”

This is a real myth!

What is the Academy? It is a place to learn the Four Books and Five Classics, understand the meaning of subtle words, and after completing the study, he is a Confucian protégé, an official and an official, and he helps the country through the world.

But now the school actually teaches such a crude method as farming?

Wei Zheng felt a little angry, this was simply an insult to Confucianism!

Without feeling Wei Zheng's anger at all, the old farmer smiled and narrowed his eyes, nodded and said: "Exactly, not only teach people to farm, but also teach people arithmetic and other knowledge, such as this cultivated land, how to hold the plough stick to better save effort, and what kind of angle can be maintained to plow the ridges of the field more straight and even, that is all taught!" ”

Reading is good!

The old crop that has been planted all his life has to control the "Zhenguan plow" in a crooked way, but his grandson, who is just fourteen or fifteen years old, knows how to use his strength to plow such a straight ridge with the power of the ploughing ox, but he is much stronger than himself.

I think that when Fang Erlang stipulated that all school-age children in every household must enter the school, he was still against it......

But now? Not to mention that with Fang Erlang's recommendation, it is not a problem to become an official in the future, even if he still farms at home, it is better than those fools who don't know how to write!

Wei Zheng's face was a little gloomy.

It's just a matter of teaching arithmetic in the school, but you also teach people to farm?

Outrageous!

Even those who are honest and honest like Wei Zheng are inevitably limited by the times. On the one hand, he is willing to see the rise of the cold door and the decline of the door valve, but on the other hand, he clings to his identity as a scholar to despise the cold door in the world......

Snorting slightly, Wei Zheng asked, "Is Fang Jun nearby?" ”

The old farmer hurriedly said: "Naturally, Erlang has been raising seedlings in the greenhouse these days, and another thing called cucumber is newly ripe, and he is studying the matter of keeping seeds." ”

Wei Zheng became more and more dissatisfied in his heart.

The dignified Jing Zhaoyin, the empire's leading feudal official, should naturally be diligent and conscientious in his administration and work for the well-being of the people in his jurisdiction. As the highest official of Jingzhao Prefecture, every decision will have an incalculable impact on the lives of the people, and it is natural that you should walk on thin ice every day and work hard.

But what is Fang Jun doing?

tending to the crops and cultivating the seeds......

It's not that these are not important, the people live on food, which is the most basic condition for the stability of the empire. However, as Jing Zhaoyin, who ignores government affairs but spends all day studying such peasant skills, isn't it a veritable lack of business?

"Take the old man to find that Fang Jun, the old man has something to say to him."

Wei Zheng had a gloomy face and gave orders.

The old farmer naturally didn't dare to refuse, and he didn't want to refuse, so he turned around and shouted at his grandson in the field, then put on his hat, watched Wei Zheng get into the car, sat on the side of the wheel, and showed the coachman the way, and went straight into the rows of greenhouses along the smooth path.

The shape and size of the greenhouse are almost the same, and it is easy to get lost while walking, and if it is not for the old farmer to lead the way, it is not easy to find Fang Jun even if he knows where Fang Jun is.

After going around for a long time, the carriage stood still in front of a warm shed.

The old farmer jumped off the carriage briskly, lifted the curtain of the greenhouse and got in, and shouted: "Erlang, Xuan Chenggong has something to do with you......

The coachman helped Wei Zheng get out of the car, Wei Zheng raised his head, and the rain was a little smaller, fluttering like cow hair.

There are tall greenhouses all around, and the bright glass blocks the cold wind but casts sunlight into it, and you can see the verdant seedlings and all kinds of fruits and vegetables in the greenhouses when you stand outside.

I couldn't help but secretly wonder, how much glass do you need to use in these many greenhouses? The value of these greenhouses alone is comparable to the entire property of some moderately wealthy families, not to mention the various technologies of this greenhouse planting, which are even more priceless.

Without waiting for Fang Jun to come out to greet him, Wei Zheng carried his hands on his back, and the coachman stepped forward to lift the door curtain, and Wei Zheng bent down and got in.

As soon as I entered, I heard a shout: "What the hell, the door curtain is so big, how much cold air has to be poured in, and how much temperature has to be lowered?" ”

Wei Zheng's face darkened, is this scolding me?

looked at it in annoyance, just in time to meet Fang Jun's slightly surprised gaze......

Fang Jun was wearing a navy blue straight embellished, with a snow-white midcoat exposed at the neckline, and cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles under his feet, the whole person was refreshing and clean, and his temperament was clear.

Seeing that it was Wei Zheng who came in, Fang Jun smiled awkwardly, hurriedly greeted him, and saluted with his fists: "It turned out to be Zheng Guogong, don't blame it, don't blame it, I thought it was a nearby naughty boy making trouble." Do you know that the temperature requirements in this greenhouse are extremely strict, the temperature is high to cool down, and when it is low, all the air vents must be closed to prevent temperature loss, so ...... Haha, it's a salute, sorry, sorry. ”

Looking at Fang Juncheng's frightened face, Wei Zheng held it in his throat in one breath, couldn't spit it out, couldn't swallow it.

!

Just drank his own sentence, is this kid intentional or really unintentional?

Looking at Fang Jun's expression, it seems that he really thinks of himself as a naughty boy, but according to his understanding of Fang Jun, this wilted mallet may be bubbling with bad water, and he deliberately drank the sentence......

It's really damnable!

Wei Zheng's face sank like water, stared at Fang Jun for a long time, and saw that this guy's face was innocent and not like a fake, so he had to give up.

This is unlucky......

When he was in a bad mood, he ignored Fang Jun and moved his eyes to the plants in the greenhouse.

The plants in this greenhouse have never been seen before, the thin vines are held up by bamboo poles, and the slender fruits have rough yellow-green skin, hairy spikes, and a small yellow-white flower on the top......

"What is this?" Wei Zheng was attracted by this thing, and walked closer to observe it carefully.

Fang Jun picked two fruits with his hands, threw one to Wei Zheng, took one and walked to the waterway under the shelf, squatted down to wash off the spikes on the surface of the hot spring water in the waterway, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"This is a wild plant in Tibet, called cucumber. Locals harvest it in the fields in autumn and store it as a winter food for yaks. The last time Lu Dongzan came to Chang'an and asked him to collect some local melons and fruits in Tibet, the old and cunning guy casually picked up a few cucumbers from the wild to fill the ...... But where does he understand the wisdom of our Datang people? It was this kind of thing that was fed to the yaks in Tibet, and now it has become a first-class delicacy through breeding. ”

Fang Jun chewed the cucumber and said indistinctly.

Wei Zheng glanced at the cucumber in his hand, and washed it in the waterway like Fang Jun, opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Click"!

A sweet aroma instantly fills the mouth, and the taste is crisp, delicious and juicy.

"Uh-huh, good stuff indeed! The barbarians are really stupid, and it is really stupid to feed the yaks with such delicacies! ”

Wei Zheng rubbed and chewed the cucumber, which was regarded as praising Fang Jun.

A small cucumber was eaten in a few bites, and he washed his hands with warm hot spring water in the waterway, Fang Jun said with a smile: "The ruler is short and the inch is long, and no one can crush others in all aspects." For example, when facing the Hu barbarians, you have to fight with a hard knife and a hard horse, and it is simply stupid to attack the enemy's strengths with your own shortcomings. What are the advantages of our Han people? It's not that the bow horse is skillful, it's not that it's tough by nature, it's the brain. ”

Watching Wei Zheng chewing the cucumber, the whole cucumber was eaten cleanly, even if he saw Fang Jun throwing away the roots, he turned a blind eye.

Fang Jun's eyes rolled, and he continued: "We Han people are naturally smart and know how to make the best use of things, just like this cucumber, not only does it taste delicious, but what do you think it looks like?" ”

Wei Zhengzheng washed his hands, was stunned when he heard the words, looked up at the cucumbers hanging down on the shelf, and didn't see the reason.

Fang Jun's eyes flashed with a narrow light, leaned into Wei Zheng's ear, and whispered: "Look at this shape, if it is a woman who is lonely, uh-huh-hmm......"

Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment, then became furious, and scolded: "Mother! You kid really lacks eight lifetimes of virtue! ”

Standing up angrily, he forcibly endured a burst of nausea in his stomach, and kicked towards Fang Jun!

This bastard is so bad!