"Really! I went on a business trip for more than half a year, and I didn't even have a week's rest when I came back! ”

Rubbing his rumbling belly, Wang Hou yawned again, and then jumped lazily from the carriage.

In fact, it's no wonder that Wang Hou is not in a hurry, he ran home for a vacation, it is really a matter of Dongjun!

Now that it has entered July, this year's agricultural time in Dongjun is definitely missed, and there is only one crop that can save Dongjun, winter wheat!

Wheat was introduced into China in the Xia Dynasty, but the development of pasta with it in China is extremely slow, at least to the end of the Han Dynasty Wang Hou saw, there are still not many mills, and most of the grinding is black noodles, and the common people are more to cook wheat and corn into wheat rice to eat, that thing, very unpalatable.

However, after all, this is a barren and backward era, it is good to have a stutter, wheat is more productive than millet in the end, although unwilling to eat, farmers are still expanding wheat planting in waves, and the imperial court is also trying to update the planting method, among which winter wheat is a major innovation in wheat cultivation in the Qin and Han dynasties.

This thing is also called Sumai, "Historical Records. Emperor Wu's Record" has a record of persuading the flood county to plant wheat, and Yan Shigu also added an explanation, saying: Autumn and winter planting, after the years are ripe, so the cloud is wheat.

In addition, in the famous "Qi Min Yaoshu Big Wheat" by Jia Siqian of the Northern Wei Dynasty, an explanation of planting methods was also added, such as: 70 days after the summer solstice, wheat can be planted. Early planting will be insect and knotty, and late planting will have small and less fruit.

It would be great to be able to plant grain in the winter and harvest a wave in late spring next year!

It's a pity that for winter wheat, Wang Hou also doesn't know much, helpless, before crossing Wang Hou's house near all the bud rice, for all the memories of winter wheat, vaguely only remember when he was a child and his mother went back to his grandmother's house, the old uncle who farmed muttered a few words, among which the deepest memory is two, winter wheat should be planted late, winter wheat does not suffer from winter frost and spring cold! The usual planting season is September!

There are still two months to plant, which is also the reason why Wang Hou ran back, and he can't be in a hurry! It's better to prepare comfortably in Xudu for a month, prepare all the materials, bring enough farm tools and materials, and transport them back to Dongjun, so I rolled up my sleeves and did a big job.

In fact, don't look at him as a daughter slave at home, coaxing his daughter to play, after coming back, in fact, Wang Hou has already assigned the task, Wang Yuan went to urge the smelter on the mountain to change weapons into agricultural tools, and stepped up the construction, Wang Fu went to the neighborhood to hire old farmers who would plant wheat, and when the time came, he went back to Dongjun to teach those Hebei captives to plant wheat, Wang Congge took his handwritten letter, and went to Puyang City, which was recovered, to invite traders who were familiar with Wang Hou to come to Zhongmu County to discuss important matters.

It takes time to complete all this, and everyone below is busy with things, but Wang Hou himself is not busy, who will take a vacation if he doesn't take a vacation?

However, Cao Hongjie was worried that he would indulge in gentleness and degenerate, and Mr. Cao and Guo Jia Guo Yin couldn't get used to seeing themselves idle, and they were comfortable on vacation.

Then check the information for yourself!

In the entire Han Dynasty, the most complete agricultural information is the Dasi Nongfu!

"Meet the King's Envoy!"

No wonder people are willing to climb up, and it feels good to be powerful! This Han Dynasty Jiuqing Yamen one of the big Si Nong Mansion, Wang Hou also said to enter, before he was here for a long time, now is still famous, the soldiers guarding the door not only did not dare to stop him, in Wang Hou rubbed noon did not eat, the rumbling stomach was in a daze, but also had to bow ninety degrees to welcome him in.

Without even saying a word, the family general Zang Hong had already shouted out Wang Hou's request, and then a doctor of the four hundred stone scholars of the Great Si Nong Mansion personally led the way and led Wang Hou to the database.

"Envoy, the classic works of agriculture over the years are all here!"

Passing through the courtyard of the yamen where the errands were going, in front of a warehouse in the backyard that had not been opened for an unknown amount of time, Pei Yuan, the priest of Si Nong, was accompanied by a smile on his face and bowed respectfully to introduce.

But then, it was embarrassing, rummaging through a large bunch of keys around his waist, and finally found out, this confessor Lang Guan took nine donkeys and two dogs to stuff the key into the lock full of rust, and twisted it a few times, but it was rusty to death, and it couldn't be opened at all.

"Envoy! The Chu Jing Pavilion has been in disrepair for a long time, so if you order someone to clean it up, you will be in the ...... tomorrow."

"Boom!"

A gunshot rang out, so frightened that the Lang official almost knelt down, arrogantly pinned the short fire gun back to his waist, pointed to the rotten lock that had been broken by the steel, Wang Hou lazily made a word of invitation.

Tomorrow? Delayed until tomorrow, Mr. Cao will have to talk to Lao Tzu again!

The people of the Han Dynasty respected the historical texts, which can be recorded in detail, except for the subset of the classics and histories, these agricultural miscellaneous studies are not used well, and the appearance of the lock outside is similar, the inside of the house is also covered with thick dust, and the bamboo slips placed on the shelves are almost buried in dust.

It's really bitter for this confessor, Wang Hou is far away, still covering his nose, looking at him with a sad face, walking to a row of bookshelves according to the number, puffing up the dantian and spraying it over, blowing smoke and dust, but look at the nameplate engraved on the shelf, it's not to be found! Coughing and slapping, the fifty-year-old man hurriedly went to the next bookshelf.

The dust that was washed out was choked and retreated, watching this old guy tossing in the warehouse, Wang Hou was also bored and his eyes swept around, but what caught his eye was either ash or ash, however, just when his idle egg hurt, the bookshelf that Pei Yuan had just blown, a box that was finally exposed, but the uncovered box poured into his eyes, and he walked over curiously and fiddled with it in his hand twice.

It's a walnut!

The bamboo slips on the side of the box were copied by him, and on the slightly scribbled knife-carved notes, lines of traditional Han Dynasty official scripts were a walnut planting record in his difficult identification.

Not far from the walnut sample, it was still a dime-like box without a lid, and the dried skin inside was wrapped in seeds, but it was a pomegranate!

Correspondingly, there are also records of the people's experience in pomegranate cultivation in this era.

Good stuff!

His heart accelerated rapidly, and Wang Hou looked through the rows of bookshelves one by one, and some of the physical objects on display were rotten, but the planting records on the edge were readily available, grapes, pomegranates, cucumbers, garlic, celery, coriander, broad beans, these common objects on the table in later generations, were all available here.

Especially when Wang Hou's hands trembled slightly, in the last box, he actually turned out something dusty and fluffy.

Cotton!

It turns out that there is already cotton in this era!

I knew that there was cotton, and Lao Tzu was still tired of pulling out those chicken feathers and duck feathers to make down jackets! Until now, sleeping with a duvet smells of chicken feathers! Quilts, cotton clothes, cotton pants, cotton towels, and a lot of images of daily necessities appeared in Wang Hou's mind, looking at the cotton in his hand, Wang Hou's hands trembled a little.

"Envoy! During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the records of the imperial court sending people to supervise the cultivation of wheat in Hebei, as well as the planting experience of wheat in the past dynasties, are all here! ”

Trembling, the voice of the confessor Pei Yuan sounded behind him again, and a clever man pointed to the bookshelf he had just browsed, and Wang Hou asked with some excitement.

"What are the records on this shelf?"

Just blown his face gray, the old guy now has a deep memory, and replied with a smile: "Back to the envoy, these are amazing, all of them are the notes that Bowang Hou Zhang Qian brought back after returning from his mission to the Western Regions!" A while ago, the prime minister sent someone to ask, but I didn't find it, I didn't expect it to be here! ”

Zhang Qian!!

Once again, his heart couldn't help beating a few times excitedly, Wang Hou was like a robber, suddenly his eyes were red, and he grabbed the old guy's collar suddenly.

"Pack it all for me!"

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