Summer to autumn, the remains of the Fang family man have long been buried back to the ancestral land of Fangjia Village, and the soybeans in the field have also begun to pick pods, if the sun is better, in another month or two, it will be the day of soybean harvest.

Fangjia Village, back to the previous peaceful days, what to do is still what to do, but everyone in Fangjia Village has risen a level from the spiritual level, the villagers will meet each other, they will greet each other with a smile, greet each other, and then cheer for each other.

Every day, Fang Jing's house will welcome some villagers, saying the same words of thanks, leaving a lot of things, so that Fang Jing's small bamboo house is almost insufficient, and it is completely occupied by the things sent by the villagers, despite this, there are still villagers who come to Fang Jing's house every day, and after thanking them, they throw down a bunch of things, making Fang Jing's head very big every day, and he is helpless.

The villagers of Fangjia Village did this, but it also made Fang Jing affirm in his heart that the cohesion of Fangjia Village would be higher in the future, although everyone is living a prosperous life now, but as time goes by, the future generations will be more, and the land allocated to each person will be reduced.

"Jing Wazi, what should you do with such things?" Fang Jing's family had just sent away a villager, leaving behind a pile of things, meat, eggs, chickens, bamboo shoots, dry goods, etc., no less than five or six baskets, Zhang Xiaoxia pointed to the things left in the courtyard, and her head began to grow.

"Uncle, put it away first, I estimate that every family in the village has sent a lot of things, and when the village has a whole village banquet in the future, I will use all these things to eat, and no one will say anything." Fang Jing didn't want to accept it in his heart, but he didn't accept it, and he was afraid that it would chill everyone's hearts.

After all, it was Fang Jing who was responsible for finding the remains of the Fang family men who died in battle, although the villagers had illusions in the past, they never thought that it could be realized, but when it was realized, who in the whole village could not thank Fang Jing for doing such a big thing for them?

"Okay, Jing Wazi's method is good, this chills the hearts of the villagers, and these things can also be used." Zhang Xiaoxia also agreed with Fang Jing's decision, although there are a lot of things, but in the village banquet, you have to use a lot of things, it is estimated that these things are not enough.

"Uncle, in a few days, I have to turn over all the ground, there are too many weeds growing this year, I have to turn over the ground before the ice and snow come this year, and I can plant something next year, otherwise, this weed will have to grow more next year." Fang Jing had something planned in his heart, the locust plague did not fly over the Qinling Mountains and invade Fangjia Village, which was also a good thing for Fangjia Village.

"Yes, we can't get rid of the weeds in this field this year, so we have to turn over this field quickly." Chen Erlin is most concerned about the quality of the fields, and naturally hopes that the more fields at home the better, and the more fertile the fields, the better, so that when you grow crops, you can also harvest more grain.

In ancient times, there were no herbicides available, and there was no equipment available, so if you wanted to weed, you could only plough the ground, and of course the straw would be spread in the field to prevent weeds from coming into contact with sunlight and water, so that there were fewer weeds.

Why the ancient grain production is small, there are many reasons, weeds can be said to account for the largest proportion of one, of course, labor equipment is also a kind of seeds, seeds also account for a large proportion, followed by the problem of fertility, there is no fertilizer can be used at the moment, except for household fertilizer, it can only be grass ash.

Maybe many people don't agree with Fang Jing's statement, saying that with how ancient modern people are, how can they increase the rice yield to a state of thousands of catties, Fang Jing can only hehe, take breeding as an example, people who don't understand may think that they should be able to cultivate better seeds.

If people who know how to understand that if you want to breed a good seed, it is not a year or two years to cultivate, there is no more than ten years, and if you want to cultivate a better good seed, it is more difficult to think than ascending to the sky, plus there is no systematic record and experiment, one or two crops a year, if you want to use ten years to cultivate a good seed, it can only be said that the protagonist of the crossing is a breeding expert, and furthermore, there is no cross between the father and the mother in various places, and it is difficult to breed a better good seed.

Therefore, in ancient times, the good breed is the royal and official of all dynasties and generations of the most hope to appear, but in history, basically did not appear, up to the Spring and Autumn Qin and Han dynasties, down to the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, from the yield of dozens of catties per mu, to the highest five or six hundred catties during the Qing Dynasty, this is also considered to be the top, if there is no father of hybrid rice and their efforts of agricultural experts, I really want to feed more than a billion people with the land of China, it is a big problem.

With the passage of time, Chen Erlin was the first big leader of them, and they would resist the plow and rake every day, lead the donkey or horse, and plough the family's fields, Fang Jing was also busy opening up the wasteland, at least ten days, Fang Jing had opened fifty or sixty acres of wasteland, for the wasteland, Fang Jing was basically handy, of course, he also used a lot of wooden shovels, otherwise he would not be able to open so much land.

Fang Jing is actually just for the three of them, each of whom is divided into twenty acres of land, and later marries his mother-in-law, so that he can farm to feed the family, plus there are so many donkeys and horses in the family, they can also be distributed to them, if they plough the cattle, as long as there is a cowboy in the village in the future, they can also go and ask for a back, at least the family can also have some family background.

The daily work made Chen Erlin and them very tired, and when they got home, they basically lay down and didn't want to move, and the physical strength brought about an increase in the amount of food, and at the same time, the strength also increased.

Fang Jing, who was idle, began to think about some things, and prepared some of the ideas in his original head to practice in Fangjia Village, at least in terms of the current situation in Fangjia Village, it can be regarded as this time, and then he raised his legs and walked towards the village Zheng's house, and discussed with the village Zheng.

"Muramasa, I want to discuss something with you." Fang Jing came to Murazheng's house and watched Mura Zhengzheng hugging the little girl and playing at the door of the house.

"Jing Wazi is here, come, Xiuniang, bring a stool for Jing Wazi." When Mura Zheng saw Fang Jing coming to the house, he hurriedly shouted to Xiaoshi's daughter-in-law to bring a stool.

Now in the entire Fangjia Village, every household has a lot of tables, chairs and stools, which is all the credit of Fang Jing, until after the tables, chairs and stools of Fang Jing's house were built, they all asked Fang Dayong to help make some tables, chairs and stools, which also made Fang Dayong busy for a lot of days.

"Jing Wazi, you say, what are you talking to me about?" Mura Zheng put Xiaoya on the ground, let Xiaoya play by herself, stared at Fang Jing and asked.

"Muramasa, I wonder if you want to build a school in the village, please ask you or invite a gentleman to teach the little baby in our village to read and write, even if you don't become an official, you can read and break, Muramasa, you say yes?" Fang Jing looked at the village and said, the idea in his heart was actually to build a school, so that all the children in Fangjia Village could read, at least recognize some words, and learn arithmetic, which was also very good.

"Jing Wazi, are you serious? It costs a lot of money to build a school, plus please sir, the little baby in the village is good to read and write, but this is also a mistake for each family's work, the idea is good, but it is a little difficult to do. After thinking about it, Muramasa responded to Fang Jing.

"Murazheng, I think so, there is a vacant land on the side of the ancestral hall in the village, I pay to build a school, invite a gentleman to come, I think, in the early spring of each year, the little babies go to school, and then return home to help in the busy farming season, after being busy, and then go back to the school, of course, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I will bear it, Murazheng, what do you think?" Fang Jing told Mura Zheng what he thought in his heart, in fact, this matter should have started a few years ago, but Fangjia Village had never gotten rid of food and clothing, so he could only put forward this idea until now.

"Jing Wazi, I know you have a good heart, a good heart, such a big thing, I think it is necessary to invite everyone in the village to discuss, after all, it is a matter of every family, and it is also related to the little babies of each family, although it is a good thing to know how to read and write, I don't have much ability, now Jing Wazi you bring this matter, it is also a good thing, now the village is also rich, it is time to let the little babies recognize some words and read some books, even if we go in the future, we can also put a lot of heart, okay, Jing Wazi, I will call Xiaoshi to inform everyone to gather at the big banyan tree in a whileLet's discuss it and see how to get it. The village was thinking carefully about Fang Jing's words, and also made this plan in his heart, thinking that in the future, Fangjia Village would be better from generation to generation.

Then the village was called to the small stone to inform the families, and the village and Fang Jing also walked to the big banyan tree, waiting for the villagers to come.

"All the families are here, there is something to discuss with you, everyone be quiet, listen to me." When the village saw that the villagers had come to the big banyan tree, they shouted loudly to everyone.

"Just now, Jing Wazi told me that she wanted to build a school next to the ancestral hall, so that the children in the village could read some words and books, what do you think about this?" The village is shouting loudly, hoping that the villagers can think carefully about how to get this matter.

"Boom" everyone began to talk after listening, who doesn't want to have a reader, who doesn't want their children to be able to go to school, this is placed anywhere, anyone's family, all want to send their children to the school, in the past, Fangjia Village was so poor that they could only eat soil, and now every family has endless rice, and there are dozens of dollars of income every year, and they hope that their children can go to school to recognize words and read some books.

"Muramasa, Jing Wazi, is this true? Can my little doll really read and write in school? Fang Shanping shouted loudly to Mura Zheng and Fang Jing, his eyes full of expectation.

"That's right, Muramasa, Jing Wazi, do we really want to build a school in our village? If it's true, can my family Fang Sen Fang Lin go to the academy to study? Fang Yuanliang shouted hopefully.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, and listen to me." The village clapped his hands and told the villagers to calm down, ready to make things clear.

"Okay, what about me, I don't have anything to say, I don't have anything to say about Jing Wazi's idea, as long as everyone is willing, then listen to what Jing Wazi thinks, see how to act, how to arrange." The village was thinking that it would be better for Fang Jing to tell him how to do it, after all, this was the hope of Fangjia Village in the future.

"Hello everyone, let's build a school, I thought about it a few years ago, and everyone knows that since I fell from the big banyan tree, my head is open, and I don't know if it's the arrangement of God, or the favor of the gods, so that I have a lot of strength now, I can run fast, and there are a lot of things in my head, and everyone knows the current situation in my family, and the changes in my family are brought from the knowledge in my head." Fang Jing didn't dare to say that he came from the twenty-first century, at most, he could only say that he was favored by God.

"It turns out that this is true, we always thought that Jing Wazi was the reincarnation of a fairy, it turned out that it was really after falling from this big banyan tree last time, and it was enlightened." A woman shouted.

All the villagers also agreed, it turned out that this thing was true, and they always thought that everyone was just guessing how Fang Jing was so capable, but they didn't expect it to be guessed by everyone.

"What about me, there are a lot of things in my head, that is, a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, thinking of building a school in Fangjia Village, I can also sort out some things, so that I can teach our Fang family children, although I can't be a civil official, I can't become a general, but at least I can learn some skills, I believe that all uncles also know that I am a quiet baby, and I am not a person who will teach indiscriminately, I don't want the descendants of my family to be illiterate in the future." Of course, Fang Jing hopes to teach what she knows to the children in Fangjia Village, at least so that these Fangjia children can also learn some knowledge, even if they only learn arithmetic, this is a good start.

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