The vigorous pit digging operation in Guanlou Village has lasted for half a month. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is said that where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Under the high-pressure policy, it is difficult to prohibit the villagers from discussing in private.

"Uncle Qi, we've been digging a mud pit for half a month, and our whole body is about to stink, and there's no end in sight!" A villager complained. After the dismissal this evening, the representatives of the villagers gathered at Qibo's house to discuss the recent digging operation.

"A few bastards from Zhuangzi nearby are now watching our bustle, saying that we have all become loaches digging holes."

"Isn't it! He also laughed at us and said that there was a lord in the village, but it was different from before. ”

Wang Xiaowu said: "No matter what those bastards do, this is not the key now, the key is that if we don't prepare to plough the land, the time for spring wheat planting will be too late." ”

"I've seen it through, our little lord, it's because he loves cleanliness so much that he plans to clean up the mud pits in the whole village." A villager pouted.

"Love cleanliness? It's not a question of being clean! It is not allowed to drink raw water, it is not allowed to be large and small, and the whole body must be cleaned after digging the pit every day, which is not a problem, and we rough people in the countryside can also understand it.

But this little lord, it's a bit too clean now! They were already planning to cover the fields with houses. The house I live in is raining! Now we have to build a house on the land. Li Er sneered. Recently, because of personal hygiene problems, Li Er was heard to be quite miserable, and the thatched house alone was locked up several times.

"Seventh uncle, we can't let this little lord mess around anymore, and spring planting can't be delayed."

Qibo, who was sitting in the courtyard, quietly listened to the surrounding villagers complaining, and the look in his eyes was a little gloomy.

"Uncle Qi, what do you say?" Wang Xiaowu urged when he saw that the seventh uncle did not react.

Uncle Qi sighed and said, "Okay, I'll go to the lord tomorrow and ask him to see what the lord thinks." ”

Looking at some of the villagers who left angrily, a sense of melancholy rose in Qibo's heart, and he didn't understand Wen building a house in the field. But through more than ten days of contact, with decades of experience in his life, he can see that although Wen is young, he has his own persistence in his heart, and he is not a person who will change his attention casually.

The villagers' patience has now reached the limit, and delaying spring planting is tantamount to taking the lives of the villagers. I hope there will be no conflict, Qibo looked at the starry night sky and sighed softly.

.......

The villagers who got up early today to start work no longer have the greetings they had when they met in the past.

There was a kind of determination in everyone's expressions.

The villagers were silently doing their work, and the silent silence was gradually spreading around, and the birds and insects seemed to feel the ominous atmosphere, and the sound of insects gradually disappeared.

"Sir, the atmosphere doesn't seem right today." Zheng Zhutou looked at the abnormal reaction of the villagers, and whispered beside him.

Wen sighed and said: "I said Lao Zheng, you are still a head catcher!" It seems that this is obviously not true. ”

"I'll let you do it again." The little nun Jingyuan pouted.

"Sir, I don't think the idea of building a house to cover the field seems to be inappropriate." Zheng Zhutou said a little melancholy.

Wen Qi said: "I have explained many times, this is called a greenhouse, a greenhouse!" Besides, what to do with digging so much silt out of the muddy pond? Now it can be made into mud bricks, so saving materials, why don't you understand! It's just stupidity. ”

"It's useless to just explain to us, sir, you're looking for what you want to explain." Zheng Zhutou looked at the seventh uncle who came from a distance and said.

Wen Chang let out a sigh of relief, it was simply too difficult to do something in ancient times, a tradition that had lasted for thousands of years, and how difficult it was to break it in a short period of time.

Now Wen is in Yan Shen's initiation of the Lu cuisine practice, has begun to march into the Beijing Kaifeng and swept across the country. Once the practice of Lu cuisine began to popularize, the people will use a large number of vegetables, and now is the best time to establish a vegetable greenhouse and occupy the market.

Originally, the dishes were nothing more than steaming and grilling, and most of the meat was used, and there were relatively few vegetables. But Lu cuisine, which is mainly fried, is basically the world of vegetables.

Jingshi Kaifeng, with a population of more than 500,000 today, will reach an astonishing million in the next 100 years, becoming the most populous city in the world in this era. With such a large population, no matter how much product is produced, it will be swallowed up.

Now is the perfect time to build brand awareness and maximize profits after branding, although it is the same thing. Such a great opportunity will be completely lost because of the ignorance and ignorance of the villagers.

Looking at the seventh uncle who had already come over, he only smiled bitterly in his heart, it seems that it is difficult to achieve the goal in one breath no matter what happens!

"Xiaomin, I've seen the lord." The seventh uncle stepped forward and saluted.

Wen Jing looked at Qibo quietly for a long time, and said lightly: "You don't believe me, do you?" ”

Uncle Qi's expression was a little speechless and stopped.

Wen sighed and said: "Well, as the saying goes, a twisted melon is not sweet, so I prepared some tools for the villagers' spring ploughing." Rest assured, Uncle Qi, it will not delay your spring ploughing time. stones, lift the curved plough up. ”

Hearing Wen's command, Shi and Zheng He walked forward carrying the Quyuan plow.

Wen pointed to the Quyuan plow and said: "This is a new plough I have improved for ploughing, the speed of ploughing is more than three times that of ordinary plows, and the operation is simpler and less labor-saving than the old plow." Whether it's good or not, Qibo, you will know if you try it. ”

Wen is now designed to design the Quyuan plough is much better than the real Quyuan plough in history, this is a new type of plough used by my grandfather in the countryside when he was a child, and the most advanced plough that can be used by oxen and horses in later generations.

Qibo is a farmer's old master, just a glance at the structure of the new plow knows that this new plow is much stronger than the old plow.

"Uncle Qi, I still have more than a dozen cows at home, if the villagers use them, they will lead them, and you need to solve the feed for the cattle yourself." Wen said lightly.

These cattle still came from the pit of the old man Yan Shenmei, and they deliberately pulled a few ox carts of charcoal in order to delay time on the road. The price of more than a dozen cows was thousands of yuan, and Old Man Mei was very generous at that time, and he prepared it without saying a word. At that time, I couldn't bear to smell it, but now I know that Old Man Mei didn't want to go because of the smell.

I knew that this would have been a little more pit, and I regretted it for a long time.

But now Wen worries every day about how to solve their food, and when people are almost out of food, there is still time to get food for the cows.

The seventh uncle looked at Wen with a calm face and said, "Sir, did you expect it a long time ago." ”

Hearing that Wen had been using my word in this conversation, and had not used the title of Benjue once, the seventh uncle knew that Wen was disappointed in them.

Although Wen's appearance is young, every time Qibo comes into contact with him, he can feel that he has a mature charm all over his body, which makes it easy to forget his real age.

Wen said slowly: "I don't have the blessing of Zuyin, and I have been knighted before I have a weak crown, are all the princes in the court stupid?" Why can't you trust me more? ”

After saying that, Wen took a deep breath and turned to leave.

Qibo looked at his distant figure with a complicated expression, and the voice he heard in his ears came from afar: "You guys can do it yourself!" ”