Zhao Feng carried the long sword around for a tour, and now patrolling three times a day in the morning, noon and evening is already one of his main tasks. How many things can there be in the countryside in ancient times, being a pavilion chief is nothing more than supervising the spring plowing and autumn harvest and maintaining local security.

Zhao Feng has also been familiar with "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" since he was a child, and later read "Three Kingdoms" in college. But he knew that the things in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" could not be trusted, and after meeting Liu Bei, he had a more intuitive understanding of the characteristics of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" of "seven points of reality and three points of fiction".

There is no other reason, just because Zhang Fei is not like the leopard head and eyes in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and his beard is full of beard. On the contrary, Lao Zhang is actually a fair-skinned and scholar-like person, but his voice is relatively loud. What's even more amazing is that this Zhang Sanye's calligraphy and lady paintings are still very good. Now there is a shortage of manpower in the county, and many times he volunteers to keep accounts and write documents.

"Lao Luo, you fooled me, so miserable!" Zhao Feng sighed while looking at the busy crowd in the field, it is now the ninth month of the lunar calendar, and it is about to plant wheat. Pingyuan County is located in what is now Dezhou, Shandong, and most of the wheat is planted. However, in the Eastern Han Dynasty, agricultural technology was not very developed, and the yield per mu was very low. Zhao Feng is from the 21st century, although he has never farmed, but he still knows how to farm, so he feels that he should start to make some contributions in this regard. After all, in this troubled world, more food will be able to survive more people.

"Uncle Wang, was this how everyone farmed before?" Zhao Feng stopped Wang Laohan who was working on the edge of the field and asked.

"Yes, Lord Zhao, what's wrong?" Wang Laohan replied truthfully. He is Zhao Feng's landlord, and after getting along for a while, he also knows that this young pavilion chief is approachable and does not have any shelves, so he replied honestly.

Zhao Feng pursed his lips and was silent, but his heart was a little heavy: in the Eastern Han Dynasty, everyone's method of farming was too simple: directly turned the ground a little before sowing, and then sprinkled the seeds into it, and then watched the sky to eat. What hoeing, catching insects, watering, and fertilizing are almost rarely done, so that the yield of wheat per mu is almost only about two or three hundred catties.

Zhao Feng once knew about the weights and measures of the Han Dynasty, and knew that at this time, a catty was about 247 grams, which was less than half of the 500 grams of the city catty in later generations. In this way, even if the yield of wheat per mu is 300 catties, it is only less than 75 kilograms. Zhao Feng remembered that Zhang Fatzi, who came from the countryside, once said that his family was about one and a half acres of land, and he could harvest about 1,000 catties of wheat every year, and the yield per mu was about 4 or 5 times higher than that of Wang Laohan now.

"That's an exaggeration!" Zhao Feng sighed, even if there is no organic fertilizer and scientific farming, it should not be so far behind, and he should still improve it within his ability.

"Uncle Wang, there is something wrong with farming like this. When I used to travel the world, I once saw an old farmer in Xuzhou farming, and his yield was much higher than yours. Well, I'll teach you how to grow it myself. As long as you do what I say, I guarantee that the output will increase a lot. Zhao Feng decided to go into battle in person, even if he was not an expert in farming, but it was still possible to improve it.

"But at the command of your lordship." Wang Laohan hurriedly bowed his hand. Just kidding, the peasants don't want to charge more grain.

So in the next month or so, Zhao Feng taught dozens of households in his jurisdiction how to remove insects, how to hoe, and how to water. As for deep ploughing, since this year's seeds have already been planted, it will have to wait until next year.

In the process of implementation, there are still some problems, everyone can understand Zhao Feng's hoeing, watering, and catching insects, but his fertilization is a little unclear, mainly Zhao Feng called on them to use manure to make them difficult to understand. "It's dirty, isn't it?" Wang Laohan was a little bitter, even if rural people don't pay attention to hygiene, they don't like to splash dung on what they eat.

"Everyone doesn't know this, but in fact, this food, like us, is also going to be reincarnated. Turning rice flour into dung is the end of his life, so if he can return to the field, it will be very beneficial for the next year's planting. Zhao Feng didn't care whether this reason made sense or not, and directly used the theory of Sun Monkey in Journey to the West to fool everyone.

"Okay!" These honest hillbillies didn't know what to do, and finally decided to trust Zhao Feng temporarily. With this one, Zhao Feng called on everyone to use plant ash to fertilize the land, which would be easier for everyone to accept. There is no other reason, it is also reincarnation.

In this way, autumn went to winter, and it was spring again, and half a year passed in a blink of an eye. Zhao Feng knew that if nothing else, Lao Liu would be promoted to be the plain minister this year. Now that the wheat is about to be harvested, I don't know if Liu Bei will bring himself with him to be the plain minister.

In fact, Zhao Feng has thought carefully about how he develops in troubled times, and now he is a small pavilion chief under Liu Bei, Liu Bei's image of him is still quite good, as long as he follows him, he can always get out step by step, such as Jian Yong, Sun Qian's generation. But Zhao Feng also knows that Liu Bei's experience is too bumpy, now he is only in his 30s, and there are still more than 20 years before his death at the age of 63. Zhao Feng felt that if he mixed with Liu Bei step by step, it would be simply looking for abuse.

But if he didn't mix with Liu Bei, he would spend the rest of his life in this plain county, and Zhao Feng was a little unwilling, which would be a waste of his innate advantage as a traverser. As for hegemony, Zhao Feng still has some self-aware names, and now he is unknown, and he has no support from the family, and at the same time, the forces of several major princes have taken shape, and it is almost impossible to stand on his own.

It seems that he can only follow Liu Bei first, through the observation of the past year, Zhao Feng found that this Liu Bei and the Liu Bei recorded in history are still more imaginary, at least he is really good to the common people. Maybe this is nothing in the eyes of others, but Zhao Feng, who came from later generations, undoubtedly still attaches great importance to this, and the idea of people-oriented has been deeply rooted in his mind.

"My lord, it's really useful, I'm beating 600 catties of wheat per mu now!" Zhao Feng, who was pondering, was interrupted by Wang Laohan's excited voice, and looked back at it, but Wang Laohan had just finished weighing the wheat that had just been harvested this year, and found that the yield had doubled compared with previous years, and he was immediately excited.

"Oh, hehe, that's good!" Zhao Feng was also quite excited, and at this time, the rest of the people also found that the grain output had indeed increased greatly, and they came to thank them for a while.

In the troubled times, food is the most precious, and the news of the bumper grain harvest under Zhao Feng's rule suddenly spread rapidly. Pingyuan County is not big, and it didn't take long for the news to reach the ears of Liu Bei, the acting county commander.

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