Zhu Yu tried to influence the squires, and temporarily entrusted all the government affairs here to the white-haired scribes, so that he could fully cooperate with Song Shihui to transform the official field.

The white-haired scribe glanced at the hairy boys who were measuring the land with a tape measure, and couldn't help but feel some contempt in his heart: "Tang Zun must have been deceived by these hairy boys, and the older children know very well." ”

Song Shihui has passed the age of twenty and crowned, where is he still a hairy boy, but for this white-haired scribe, his mentor Zhu Shun is also a hairy boy.

Farming seems simple, but it is the most difficult work in the world, the first month of the cellar manure, February ridges, March selection, until October threshing rice, a little sloppy.

A little slack, a year's harvest will be greatly reduced, these hairy boys can plant a few years of land, and the white-haired scribes who have planted a lifetime of land dare not say that they can guarantee the abundance of Guantian, it is really a young man who does not know the bitter taste.

After all, farming is about watching the sky and eating.

There is no drought and no waterlogging, that is God's appreciation of food, which can ensure the harvest of two stones.

Whenever there is a little drought or flood locust plague, the harvest will be cut in half, and the harvest will be lost if it is heavy.

The white-haired scribe shook his head, sighed and left here, ready to welcome the next Miyun Zhixian.

Song Shihui was able to quietly watch those juniors and disciples one after another in her favorite youth, silently carrying out boring hybrid experiments, building a gene pool of improved varieties little by little, and not caring about the opinion of a white-haired scribe.

Seeing the white-haired scribe leave here, the first thing Song Shihui did had nothing to do with the promotion of hybrid rice, but it had a lot to do with it.

Write a letter to the teacher, hoping that the teacher will send a company of riflemen with sufficient weapons and ammunition to be stationed near Guantian.

He has been doing experiments in the field all the year round, but he just doesn't want to waste his mind on meaningless intrigue, how can he not understand the two words that his teacher often says.

To carry out the industrial revolution, it is necessary to grasp absolute political power and military power.

This time it was only an experimental promotion, and a company of riflemen was brave enough to deter the squire.

Even if the squires invited the border troops of the two guards in the northern suburbs of Miyun, they could resist for a while, and let the mentor contact the guerrilla Zhou Yuji in Beijing or the general soldier of Shanhaiguan Man Gui.

In the pergola, Song Shihui wrote a letter and handed it to a student from Beijing Normal University, and took the others out of the pergola.

There is no record of the hydrological situation in the prefectural records, which is extremely troublesome for the promotion of high-yielding hybrid rice, and it takes at least 10 years to estimate the average annual precipitation.

Where did Song Shihui have time to spend ten years here, and he became more and more hostile to the bureaucratic squire who was a vegetarian meal.

However, there is also a way, Song Shihui thought about it, but he could get the desired hydroclimatic overview through one thing and one person.

The group walked along the dirt road overgrown with weeds to the Chaohe River.

The river seemed to be calm, and a captain rushed past them with a small boat, and the captain kept taking the white fish from the osprey's mouth, and he was not rowed.

Song Shihui's face was sunburned to the color of yellow earth, and there was a little more worry, it seemed that the flow speed of the Chaohe River was very fast, which increased the difficulty of building in the water.

Standing on the side of the wide Chaohe River and observing for a while, Song Shihui took the hoe from an agricultural student and began to turn the ground by the river: "First measure the highest water level of the Chaohe River. ”

After the Chaohe River is flooded in the flood season, it often rolls up a large amount of sediment and rushes onto the riverbank, and Song Shihui can know the flooding of this official field in the Chaohe River flood season by turning over the land and observing the distribution of the sandy soil.

Song Shihui and the agricultural students turned over the land for seven or eight days in succession, recorded the distribution of sediment, flood line, vegetation distribution and other general information in detail, and roughly calculated the highest water level of the Chaohe River.

The food these days is very simple, the bread is accompanied by pickles from Liubiju in the capital, and then a white porcelain bowl is cool and white, and the food is full and continues to measure the hydrological and climatic conditions.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter.

After Song Shihui and others finished eating a simple lunch, a group of people squatted in the shade of the ridges, smoking dry tobacco one by one to relieve fatigue.

In the open field in front of him, an old man wearing a torn green cloth placket passed by with two buckets of water, looked at the cigarette pouch and pot with white smoke, and swallowed his saliva.

Song Shihui stood up, jumped over from the small canal with no water in front of him, handed over the cigarette pouch pole and said, "Uncle, come to a bag." ”

The old man took a closer look at Song Shihui and saw that he was just dressed in a cyan placket and wrapped in a green cloth turban, he should just be a middle-sized family with some small money at home, not those big young masters wearing silk, so he didn't run away.

The old man put down the flat burden on his shoulder, hurriedly took the pole of the cigarette pouch, and said a flattering word: "Thank you, young master." ”

The old man took a few sips anxiously, he hadn't smoked for a long time, and he coughed violently and choked on tears.

Ordinary people have long been uncomfortable throwing away the cigarette pouch pole, but the old man held the cigarette pouch pole tightly and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Song Shihui waited silently for the old man to take a few sipes, and asked: "There are some things I want to ask my husband about my late life, I don't know if it's convenient." ”

When the old man heard his tone, he was still a scholar, maybe he was still a talented man, and a sense of fear and pride suddenly rose in his heart.

Master Xiucai invited him to smoke dry tobacco.

The old man hurriedly handed the cigarette pouch pole to Song Shihui, nodded and said, "Master Xiucai asked casually, and the little old man said everything." ”

Song Shihui pushed the cigarette pouch pole back, motioned to the old man to smoke casually, and walked towards the river with him: "It's almost the Xiaoman season, the rainy season should be coming, why does the old man still carry water to water the ground." ”

The old man was stunned, and thought that the old man Xiucai asked where Xiucai lived, and came to visit his classmates and friends, who would have thought that the old man Xiucai asked some crop questions.

The old man didn't dare to think about it, and hurriedly replied truthfully: "Master Xiucai doesn't know, our land here is very difficult to serve, and it won't rain until the time of the mangs, and there will be no rain just after the autumn tiger." ”

"It rarely snows throughout the winter, and the fields are so dry that we need to fetch water frequently."

"It doesn't rain much in spring and autumn, and the wind often brings a lot of sand and dust, so I have to carry water to water the ground often."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly sighed: "Because of the large amount of water, we often have fights for water here, and one of the nephews of the little old man was smashed through his head with a hoe because of the fight for water." ”

The hydrological situation can be judged according to the clues left after the flooding, and there is no way to do the astronomical climate, and there is no record in the county records and can only be scratched.

However, Song Shihui has other ways, the old people who have lived in this land for decades are the living county chronicles.

The croppers who rely on the sky for food are more aware of the hydrology and climate of Miyun County than the county chronicles.

Song Shihui stopped the old man just to learn a lot about the climate through him, and chatted until the evening.

There is a dry tobacco stick waiting for the old man to endure his temperament, so he has been chatting with this Xiucai master, seeing that the sky is getting dark, he hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Xiucai master, at night the little old man can't see anything........

Song Shihui didn't wait for the old man to finish speaking, and arched his hand: "Thank you for your uncle's confusion today, the cigarette pouch pole will be given to the old man, and the old man should go back when it's getting dark." ”

The old man hurriedly waved his hand, a cigarette pouch pole would cost more than a penny of silver, it was too valuable: "This is unacceptable, where does the little old man dare to ask for something from the old man." ”

Before the old man finished speaking, Song Shihui left the Chaohe River, if he didn't leave, this poor old man would not dare to leave with a cigarette pouch pole.

The old man looked at the cigarette pouch pole in his hand, looked at Song Shihui's back, gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and hurriedly left here.

Song Shihui took the students of Beijing Normal University back to the pergola in the distance, lit candles and began to stay up late to record the climate of Miyun.

"Winters are dry, spring and autumn are windy, summers are rainy, and precipitation is concentrated between June and September."

"It has a mid-latitude continental monsoon climate."

........ It lasted until late at night.

Late at night.

The bureaucrats and squires began a luxurious banquet in this period of Chongzhen, when the people were displaced due to wars and turmoil.

In the middle of an open field.

A pergola.

There was a faint light.

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