For Liu Gong, Cen Hu'er's feelings are complicated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

From the point of view of kindness, Cen Hu'er did receive great benefits from Liu Gong, and thousands of scholars went to Beijing together, and only 200 people won the title of pilot township councilor, and successfully became a Ming official and entered the bureaucratic class. From this point of view, he owes Liu Gong a great favor. And Cen Hu'er also knows the preciousness of this kind of favor, after all, there are few donors in the dynasty, and the township councilor with real power is definitely not a few thousand taels of silver that can be won, and Liu Gong gave him a penny of silver without asking him, he is undoubtedly very grateful.

But on the other hand, at the age of twenty-two, Liu Gong became the Imperial Champion Gong, the right attendant of the Yizhou Prefect and the Military Department, and the title of Zhiyizhou Pioneer, a dignified four-grade member! Although it is said that the age in this officialdom is the most uncountable, it is common for the fifty-year-old magistrate and the thirty-year-old governor to gather together, if the Shangguan does not salute people because he is younger than himself, then it is estimated that he will not be able to live the rest of his life. But Cen Hu'er faintly felt that the reason why Liu Gong was able to get much richer rewards than himself was just because he was the first to stand up against the eunuchs.

In fact, this first one is not accurate, long before him, the six gentlemen of Donglin worked together to castrate, but they were unlucky and were killed by Wei Zhongxian. Closer to the Suzhou riots, in short, Liu Gong is definitely not the first person to raise his arms and shout. In fact, his success is mostly based on luck, if it were not for the succession of the Son of Heaven at the beginning of the reign, he intended to refresh politics; If it weren't for the fact that he was a Jiangnan scholar, he borrowed the winter wind of the people of the world to anger Wei Zhongxian; If it weren't for the help of so many friends and the strong support of Zhang Pu and other southeastern scholars, he would not have achieved his current fame!

The words "If not" burned in Cen Hu'er's chest, and a flame called jealousy slowly rose, and this flame, fueled by his desires, was slowly devouring his heart.

"If I were him, I would do even better than him! At least I won't talk to the Son of Heaven about anything similar, so that the Son of Heaven can't come to the stage, and as a result, I was sent to Yizhou! Cen Hu'er roared in his heart, he didn't like Yizhou at all, that place was lonely overseas, and it was occupied by Hongmaoyi, that kind of broken place, they would give it to them, anyway, such a big land in Daming, there is still a lack of this overseas piece of land! The most important thing is to leave a name in the heart of the Son of Heaven, and he will enter the cabinet to worship the prime minister in the future! And Liu Gong held such a good deck of cards in his hand, but he was attacked by the high-ranking officials of the Beijing Division, and had to go overseas, and a group of scholars who followed him could only go overseas to seek piety together, and the "village council" that was sworn at the beginning only engaged in 200 pilots!

If it were me, I would do better than him! If it were me, I would definitely be able to fight for more rights and interests for everyone! If it were me, I would definitely be able to avoid the fate of Yizhou and go directly to the top of the power!

If it's me, if it's me, if it's me!

The heart of this proud young man burned with a fire called jealousy, a flame that never ends.

Desire is not extinguished, this fire is not extinguished.

It's just that this kind of thing is always difficult to say, after all, he has received great favor from Duke Liu, if he says that people are not good in private, and other literati know about it, he has to say that he is ungrateful. And in officialdom, being ungrateful is a kind of future suicide, and few superiors like an ungrateful subordinate. Therefore, this kind of thing should not be done without sufficient benefits.

Of course, this is only when the benefits are insufficient.

When the benefits are reached, even the wife can be sold to others, let alone the benefactor!

However, in the face of Second Uncle Lu, on the surface, Cen Hu'er still made a grateful and worried look: "Alas, I would like to follow Liu Gong to Yizhou, but this Yizhou is lonely overseas, and it is full of barbarians, even if it can be successful, I am afraid that it will take ten or eight years, my parents are not far away, and my father is already in his fifties. ”

Second Uncle Lu is a typical, honest and loyal farmer, and he can't understand Cen Hu'er's caution at all, so he was very happy when he heard this: "Okay, okay, what the young master said is right, whoever wants to go to Yizhou can go, let's not go, anyway, it's worth it for us to get an official to do, if we don't go, we won't go." Maybe in the future, the young master will be able to make a career in the position of this village councilor, which is better than those who went to Yizhou! ”

"Of course, I must be better than them, and even, I am better than Liu Gong!" was humble on the lips, but Cen Hu'er's heart was surging with surging desire.

This desire burned all the way, from the heart to the brain, it was surrounded by flames, and it never stopped.

They traveled along the muddy country road all the way to Cen Hu'er's own land.

The cotton in the field had been harvested, and all that was left was bare cotton stalks, and my father seemed to think that the cotton stalks were useless, so he discarded them all in the land, hoping that they could be turned into fertilizer for the next year's crops to nourish the next wave of crops. According to the usual time, it should be possible to grow some more vegetables, but unfortunately now the snowstorm is so bad that even people can't live, let alone vegetables, so this land is so deserted, lying alone in a piece of melted and unmelted ice and snow, like a lifeless old man.

The sunlight was strong, but it was not warm at all, and it radiated a dazzling light under the reflection of the ice and snow, which forced Cen Hu'er to squint at the land. The land is tinged with a faint black, which is a sign of the fertility of the land, and although there are small piles of cotton stalks on the bottom of the picture, like the acne on the face of a black-faced man, this still does not prevent Cen Hu'er from fantasizing about the harvest he missed.

For three generations, the plants used to make cotton garments are a good crop, and before the autumn harvest season, the fibers of these plants gradually grow and slowly cluster together to form a dense and warm fluff. A cotton peach has lush branches and leaves and blooming cotton, they are located on the main trunk, and the main trunk is horizontally divided into a number of small branches, and the twigs grow duck's paw-like cotton leaves, these cotton leaves are emerald green, and the white cotton peach sets off each other, but it is not a white jade jade picture!

Although these lands were a bit far away for him, he still liked to consider them his inheritance.

It is precisely for this reason that although Cen Hu'er is a scholar, he likes the scene of a bumper harvest in the farmland, and he also likes to go to the field in person and take the long-term workers to harvest cotton with his father. This kind of labor honed his mind and physical ability, and also gave him some of the most basic knowledge of farmland management, now it seems that this experience is very meaningful to him, at least his tenacious physique allowed him to escape the massacre in Nanjing, and his knowledge of cotton made Liu Gong look at him differently, and often asked him about cotton.

"Even people like Liu Gong have to ask me for knowledge!" Although he faintly felt that Liu Gong was just "a hero from time to time, so he made the shaft famous", but Cen Huer was still very happy that the famous Liu Gong asked him for advice.

"I have so much knowledge of farmland, I am afraid that I can really do a career in this village!" Thinking like this, Cen Hu'er continued to recall the harvest scene she had seen.

He likes to peel off the hard shell of cotton, take out the soft cotton fibers inside, and often give you a surprise inside, that is, cottonseeds that can be used to extract oil, the quality of the oil squeezed from this cottonseed (Note 1) is not good, and it can only be used to fry crispy meat or something, but after all, it is oil, so it is still profitable to collect and extract oil.

Perhaps the most beautiful scene in the world is in autumn, when you choose a dusk, looking at a fruitful cotton field from afar, at this time the cotton field will show a deep purple red, and the cotton peach is fully ripe, and will happily explode one by one, exposing the soft flocculent inside, and shaking against the whistling golden wind. Even in late autumn, the frost is not terrible, the frost will kill the crop, but for cotton crops, the harm is very small, after all, all they need is cotton peaches that cannot be eaten. On the contrary, the frost will dye the whole cotton into a pure white, at this time, the top and bottom are white, singing and dancing, white dazzling, white lovely, the most beautiful.

"Second uncle, how is this year's harvest?" Cen Hu'er picked up a cotton stalk from the ground, this cotton stalk is solid and thick, and the stubble that has been artificially broken is white, and it seems that there is still mucus that has not dried up, and at a glance you know that the nutrition is good, and only cotton stalks like this can grow the best cotton.

The second uncle looked at these cotton stalks piled on the ground, and there was a rare smile in his eyes: "Fortunately, fortunately, the cotton was harvested before the arrival of the snow disaster, more than 200 acres of land this year, 40,000 or 50,000 catties were harvested, this is not finished, the lord is taking people to clean up, I look at this year's can reach 50,000 catties!" Saying that, the second uncle suddenly sighed: "It's just that this year's ghost weather, there are a lot of broken farmers, I don't know how many families can open textile machines, no one buys this cotton, but it's also a big deal!" ”

Cen Hu'er was stunned for a moment, he knew that the more cotton produced, the better, but he didn't realize that this cotton output came but no one might come to buy it, so he couldn't help frowning tightly. Suddenly, he asked, "Didn't anyone come to Songjiang to buy cotton this year?" ”

He knows that half of his cotton has been supplied to local farmers and half to Songjiang cotton farmers. Songjiang is known as "the world of clothes", and almost all women in the family are engaged in weaving, and they can produce tens of millions of cotton cloth every year (Note 2), so eating their own cotton should be a piece of cake.

"Young master, although this Songjiang uses a lot of cotton, I heard that they are all women who are ingenious and weaving cloth at home, and men just plough the fields, and they wander around when they are not working, doing nothing. But in this weather, in this world, how can there be merchants to buy? Second Uncle Lu said with a wry smile.

Note 1: Consumption of crude cottonseed oil can cause damage to spermatogenic cells, resulting in atrophy of ****, and no sperm production, resulting in infertility. Cottonseed oil must be refined before it can be consumed, but apparently Cen Hu'er doesn't know it......

Note 2: At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the output of Songjiang cotton cloth was definitely higher than 20 million horses, and some scholars said that it was as high as 30 million horses, but I think this data is a bit too much. But in any case, it is really "clothes by the world" sold well all over the country, but the industry shrank during the Qing Dynasty, and was blocked by the cotton textile industry in North China, but it was sold to Fujian, Guangdong, Jiangxi and Northeast China, and the grand occasion of "clothes by the world" is gone. Here Cen Hu'er is limited to information sources, which are only estimates, not actual numbers. (To be continued.) )