Zhang Fuling hurriedly stepped forward, but he didn't have Liu Renli's nervousness, the matter of Tongzhou, because Liu Renli had already investigated it when he came here.

"At that time, the imperial court allocated funds, but eighty percent of the fields were in the hands of the squire, and it was good to be able to exempt the rent of the year, and it was normal for the people to be hungry, and it is said that in some places peeling tree bark and eating Guanyin soil abounded.

When Liu Renli took office, because of a case that implicated the details of corruption, the investigation was carried out, but the matter was also closed. ”

The old emperor's face was not good, but he still nodded, this matter was indeed presented by Zhang Fuling at that time.

He has the impression that this matter involves Sun Xiangchao, the governor of Zezhou, Shanxi, and he has an impression of this person, and he can be regarded as a figure with outstanding political achievements.

Glancing at Fang Jizhong, Fang Jizhong knew it in his heart.

"Let Fang Banban investigate this matter, it's not appropriate to make a big move, Shanxi has just put down the rebellion, it's safer."

The old emperor said this, Zhang Fuling naturally wouldn't hold on to it, after all, the emperor is also a person who wants to save face, and he always holds on to this, showing that they have ill intentions.

At this moment, the donkey cart drove away, not slow, and ran on the road with a puff of smoke.

The old emperor was interested, glanced sideways, did not know the whereabouts of the donkey cart, and hurriedly asked:

"Is this going somewhere?"

Liu Renli pointed to the north side and said:

"This is sent to the grain field for drying, and the corn produced now contains too much water, and the leaves on the surface need to be peeled off for drying, so that they can either be stored directly, or the seeds can be peeled off for grinding, so that they can be stored for three or five years without deterioration."

The old emperor was stunned, "This is not just planted, how do you know?" ”

Liu Renli smiled, with a simple face on his face, very emotional.

"My second brother wants you to know, he learned from chatting with the people of the domain, it is said that their kingdom is far away from the Great Liang, and even if it is from their kingdom by boat, it will take more than a year.

Even if the corn produced in the current year, we planted it two years later, so we analyzed that the storage of this thing for three or five years would not affect the planting, and if it was wheat, it would be more susceptible to moisture and affect the yield. ”

The old emperor realized that there was indeed such a problem with the grain in the granary, but he knew this, after all, Daliang was based on agriculture, which was a major matter of livelihood, otherwise he would not have come here.

"That makes sense, by the way, how is the yield of this corn?"

Liu Renli waved his hand at the overly famous kid, but the man was clever and hurriedly ran closer.

"What do you command?"

"How many acres are per two ridges, and have you calculated the yield of two ridges here?"

The man opened the booklet, calculated it in a table, and at a glance, after a cursory calculation, quickly replied:

"Two ridges are half an acre of land, one ridge is calculated by a group, starting from the west side, the first group produced two stones and one bucket, the second group produced three and a half stones, and the third group produced three stones and two buckets......"

Without waiting for him to continue reading, the old emperor stretched out his hand and dragged the booklet in front of him, and looked through it himself, which was recorded quite accurately, who picked it, who transported, who weighed it, and how many stones in each group.

Looking at the yield, he was a little blind, you must know that the standard of good land is two stones or two and a half stones per mu, and there is still water in it, and he saw the baskets loaded by these people, and every stone was eager to come out.

If converted, the worst yield per mu is four stones and two buckets, and the more can reach more than seven stones, and according to Zhang Fuling's previous introduction, this is not the end of one season of planting, but now it is only the end of spring, and it can also be planted for one season, so it is not doubled.

Looking sideways at Zhang Fuling and Liu Renli's indifferent looks, it was obvious that they were not surprised by this result, and even Liu Renli was still dissatisfied with his face, which seemed to have completely failed to meet his expectations.

The old emperor was not calm, threw the notebook away, and waved his hand at Fang Jizhong.

"Fang Banban will take people to harvest two rows of corn and see how much you can harvest."

Fang Jizhong naturally obeyed the order, Liu Renli nodded with Laifu, Laifu personally taught a few people how to do it, and demonstrated, and a few people hurriedly carried the basket into the cornfield.

In a short time, baskets of corn were brought out and poured into the over-weighed baskets, and even if one or two fell out, the boy did not pick them up, but raised his foot to the side.

With the weighing, I don't know how long, Fang Jizhong came back with a few guards, several people were covered in debris, and what was even funnier was that Fang Jizhong's crooked hat was hung with a green fat bug.

Liu Renli glanced at it, it was not easy to go up and help take it off at this time, and Zhang Fuling seemed to have seen nothing.

Fang Jizhong ran to the old emperor and said.

"The two ridges have been cut according to the master's orders."

As soon as the words fell, a woman followed, ran over with a slight anger, and threw a dozen ears in Fang Jizhong's basket.

"How do you waste the grain, this corn is broken, you have to look at it carefully, I saw that you didn't pick it up when it fell from the basket, you should be playing, looking at your age, how can you be so virtuous!"

Fang Jizhong was stunned, whoever saw him in the capital had to call Father-in-law Fang respectfully, even if he might not be used to it in his heart, after all, he was the best at fighting people for most of his life, but he didn't expect that in this small place in Tongzhou, a woman dared to reprimand him like this, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

The old emperor couldn't help but laugh, watching Fang Jizhong take a deflated look, he seemed to be extremely happy, and said indifferently.

"It really shouldn't be wasted, hurry up and weigh it!"

Fang Jizhong bowed towards the emperor and hurried over without saying anything else, but the emperor waved his hand in disgust.

"Go clean up!"

Fang Jizhong's face was aggrieved, but the emperor said it, he didn't dare to say anything, took a few steps back, and began to shake off the robe on his body, and the debris flew in an instant.

Liu Renli raised his hand and pointed to Fang Jizhong's hat, he realized it later, took off the hat, and saw the wriggling fat worm, and the hat was taken off directly.

Zhang Wanxun was quick-witted, grabbed the hat, swept Fang Jizhong's hat with a sword spike, and then handed it to him.

Fang Jizhong hurriedly bowed his head towards the two of them, and then returned to the old emperor.

Following the old emperor's gaze, he also stared at the oversized boy, after weighing basket by basket, he simply filled in the form and calculated, and then said loudly:

"These two ridges have a total of four stones and three buckets!"

The old emperor was stunned, and Fang Jizhong grinned.

"No wonder I'm tired, there are so many, it's not bad!"

The old emperor stood up and walked in front of the kid who had just weighed it, and he had read the number of baskets just now, but he was a little uneasy about this calculation, so he took the booklet and calculated it carefully, and it was indeed accurate.

"It's incredible, there are so many harvests in this half acre, isn't it almost nine stones per acre?"

Fang Jizhong came over and was also quite emotional.

"In the paddy fields in the south, it is not feasible to have two and a half stones of income, and this is calculated according to the total output of two seasons, your algorithm is much more accurate, and every stone is more."

The old emperor nodded, but Liu Renli had a look of shame on his face, shook his head and said:

"It's still a lot less, when Beishan picks, I went to weigh with a basket, where the yield is more than three percent more than here, it seems that we have to sum up the experience next season, and now it is a rough count, the corn will remove the moisture after drying, peel off the core, so that the weight will be reduced, so that the net yield of one mu is about six stones."

Although Laifu didn't dare to speak, he also lowered his head and saluted Liu Renli.

"Don't blame yourself, it's all Laifu's fault, the density of the fields here can be more compact, I was afraid of poor management, so I deliberately thinned out, which caused the problem of yield, please punish the adults."

Zhang Fuling couldn't help but smile and lowered his head, the old emperor here sighed that the output had skyrocketed, and Fang Jizhong was absolutely incredible, the two of you sang and harmonized here, and you still felt that it didn't meet expectations, why do you want to show off?

The old emperor coughed twice in embarrassment and looked at Liu Renli with a serious face.

I feel more and more that this person is a down-to-earth official, and this kind of output is too small, and there are a few people who can do such self-examination.

If it is a big beam, all local officials can be so pragmatic, and there are still hungry people making trouble, and there are also disasters and riots, this is the real love of the people like a son.

Thinking of this, the old emperor sighed.

"Liu Renli, you are really a good person, it is a blessing for the people of Tongzhou to be able to do it so personally and think about the people!"