In April, Chang'an City ushered in the first spring rain after farming, as the saying goes, a spring rain is warm, and the fields are busy plowing after the spring rain.

After the spring rains, the emerald green crops outside Chang'an City are connected together, and thousands of acres of fertile land seem to extend to the horizon.

Early in the morning, after the city gate was opened, the peasants could not wait to carry the wooden barrels and hoes to their fields.

The farmers looked at the green seedlings in the fields with happy smiles on their faces.

For them, seedlings are the hope of the future, and they are something worthy of their own life.

This time they are not in charge, some interest group is farming, this is their own field, of course, this is just their own idea.

Today, when the peasants came to the fields, they did not rush to remove the grass or plough the fields, and not long ago they had been informed in advance, and the agricultural officers of the various communities were to hand them over the new cultivation methods today.

Before the officials came, groups of people in the fields gathered around, talking to each other about the new ones they had planted, and their words were full of yearning for the future.

When the early morning fog cleared, the farmer appeared in the peasant's field of vision.

The excited peasants suddenly lost their interest in chatting and ran over to surround the farmer in the middle, wanting to occupy a good position so that they could better listen to the farmer's explanation.

The agricultural officer was a pro-people official, and because he dealt with the common people on weekdays, especially in the eyes of the peasants, he had a high reputation.

In the past, ploughing and sowing were taught by these agricultural officers.

The peasants knew in their hearts that this was Yang Hao's order, but Yang Hao was too far away from them, although they had incomparable respect for Yang Hao, but compared with these officials who were active in teaching everyone around them, Yang Hao was more like an ethereal god, and these low-level officials were existences that they could touch.

This time, the agricultural officer will teach how to fertilize the field.

After more than half a month of fermentation, the guano that has been continuously transported back has reached the time of use.

As for how to use these bird droppings, Yang Hao has written them into a manual and personally trained these agricultural officers.

These low-level officials spoke very seriously, and if they had forgotten something, they opened the bamboo slips and took a look.

The peasants listened attentively, and although they did not know what the stinking stuff was of use to the crops in the fields, the previous successful experience made them choose to trust the officials.

They knew that these officials all knew how to read and write, and because Yang Hao forced school-age children to enter school, the writing lost its religious meaning, but everyone still subconsciously associated the person who mastered the writing with the former priest.

How can a knowledgeable person like this make a mistake, he doesn't need to think about it, he honestly does it according to this method, and he will never make a mistake.

After the farmer taught him how to top dress, the farmer went to the manure pits in an orderly manner, picked up bird droppings, and meticulously poured the manure in the fields according to the method taught by the farmer.

A feeling of government and people's affection.

At the city gate in the early morning, looking at the busy crowd in the distance, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, to this day, he has been in Chang'an City for three days, three days, he knows what is copper money, what is farming, what is a dam, and has learned a new vocabulary, freedom.

For these two words, I didn't understand them at first, but as I got to know Chang'an City more and more, I vaguely understood these two meanings.

A tribe without slaves, a tribe that treats its own people sincerely, if there really is an ideal country in this world, I can't think of a place more worthy of this name than here.

He really wanted to return to his tribe and tell them that Daqi was not so terrible, but he knew that the stubborn clansmen would definitely not move here, and if he wanted to change the minds of the clansmen, only after he made a name for himself here and returned to his hometown, could he let the clansmen live a good life.

Therefore, after staying in Chang'an City for three days, in order to continue living here, Yu decided to follow Song's suggestion and use hunting to support himself.

Feeling the vitality of Chang'an City, he was full of energy, touched the bow and arrow that had followed him for many years, and walked towards the jungle in the distance alone.

In the palace, Yang Hao, who had already written the script, asked Yin to select eight people from the captives and a few women from the brothel.

These people are the actors that Yang Hao prepared for his new play, why did he choose these people as actors, but also Yang Hao's selfishness is to blame.

In his previous life, he was very dissatisfied with those so-called entertainment stars, and he had no way to change the social phenomenon of laughing at the poor and not smiling at prostitutes.

What is the lowest status in Daqi, except for those labor prisoners who are not yet qualified to be human beings, it is these captives and prostitutes.

He wants to let the people of Daqi develop a sense of understanding that drama is a cheap industry, and it has no effect except for entertainment.

And in this play, there are two special actors, Wuhai and Jiang Xiang, who are under house arrest in Chang'an City.

It's just that these two people are generals, and Yang Hao naturally can't let them act, which is a humiliation for the two.

In the script of promoting Daqi in the future, these two people will play an important role.

For the sake of his own safety, when Yang Hao taught the actors to rehearse the play, he let these actors wear shackles and shackles, although it affects the action, he is not ready to win the Oscar for Best Director, as long as they can interpret the lines and plot, it will be considered a success.

Yang Hao sat on the chair and watched the stiff performances of these actors, and they all felt that their heads were as big as a fight.

"Who is that, how many times have you told you this passage, there are only more than ten words in total, why can't you remember, do you have bird droppings in your head?"

"That woman, I told you, you have to have feelings, do you know feelings, think about how you seduced the nobles of Sanshu before, won't this be?"

In Yang Hao's scolding, the actors had already trembled, and the already complicated lines, where could they still remember half a minute.

Angry, Yang Hao directly pulled out the long sword at his waist, stuck it on the ground and said, "If anyone can't remember it today, I will use this sword to kill him here." ”

The actors were so frightened that they knelt down and kept begging Yang Hao to spare their lives.

It's just that Yang Hao has put a lot of effort into the first play in the world, how can he give up easily.

In the despair of the actors, he began his career as an actor.