Wei Ying ate a comfortable morning meal, and his mood improved, and accompanied by the assistant pavilion chief, he walked to the small street of Chongquan. On the small street of Chongquan, due to the miracle of the Fu Pavilion Chief's family, as soon as the three sons and three daughters of the Fu family preached, many people came out of the low houses, waiting to see the nobles of the Wei State and the divine fire given to them by this nobleman.

For them, the divine fire is magical enough, but the exquisiteness of the nobles, especially the need to wear clothes at home, and the washing of hands and faces before and after eating, are strange things that have never been heard of. These things are connected with the divine fire, and if you don't do it, there will be no use for the divine fire, and with the divine fire, you will be particularly troublesome, and it will cause controversy among the Chongquan people, so the small streets are full of pushing people, talking together, and waiting to see the nobles while discussing.

Wei Yang, accompanied by the chief of the auxiliary pavilion, saw the heavy spring again, it was not yesterday's deserted, but the crowd of people, on both sides of the long street, stained with people, all looking at Wei Yang and the chief of the auxiliary pavilion in awe and curiosity.

After seeing these people, the assistant pavilion chief excitedly said to Wei Yangjian: "Noble! Do you call a few people and go to the farmland together? ”

Wei Yang nodded. The chief of the auxiliary pavilion immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Come and take a few agricultural affairs, and accompany the lord's distinguished guests, go to the fields to have a look!" The nobles want to know about the farming of our Chongquan. ”

With a voice from the head of the auxiliary pavilion, he immediately called out to ten proud-looking people, walked up to Wei Qin, and saluted Wei Qin. The assistant pavilion chief laughed and said, "Noble! These are the party leaders in the town. ”

Wei Yang smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Let's go!" Take me to the fields. More than a dozen people immediately walked in front of Wei Yang and led the way with Wei Yang. After the group walked to the field of the farmland, Wei Yang felt a sense of heavy spring, and suddenly it was full of life. in the fields. Under the sun. Spring seedlings grow with weeds and barnyard trees. It was early summer, and there were no farmers in the fields. The assistant pavilion chief looked at the empty field, and also felt that his face was dull. He was just about to explain to Wei Yang, when he suddenly saw a peasant hoeing grass at the corner, so he raised his voice and shouted to the farmer: "Hey! That, that hoe! I'm the assistant pavilion chief. Come here, I'll ask you something. ”

As soon as the peasant heard that it was the pavilion chief who called him, he hurriedly ran over, and was about to salute, but was stopped by the auxiliary pavilion chief: "I told you, it's not me who wants to look for you." It's this distinguished guest of the Duke of the Kingdom, who wants to ask you about Pantian! As soon as the peasants heard the distinguished guests of the kingdom, they were about to kneel, and after being grabbed by Wei Ying, they asked, "How many fields have you planted?" "I, I, I plant Mitsui." The peasants timidly returned. "How much grain can you harvest in one well a year?" In order to alleviate the timidity of the peasants, Wei Yang asked kindly. "The harvest and harvest are good, and there are fifty poles! It's only half of the year. Under Wei Yan's kind inquiry, the farmer replied a little more steadily. Does the Wei State on the other side of the Great Wall know? In order to further dispel the farmers' concerns, Wei Yang asked again with a smile. You know, it's the Great Wall thirty miles away. The peasant plucked up his courage and replied after a sneak glance at Wei Xiang.

Wei Yang knew that his encouragement was effective, so he smiled slightly and told the farmer: "Do you know how many trees a Wei farmer harvests in a year? (Well, tree.) The unit of measurement, one well, about 50 acres of land today, about ten buckets of a tree, and about 4 kilograms of a bucket. 桷間 with the latter Hu. At the beginning of the Warring States Period, the yield of Qindi was extremely low) I don't know if it doesn't matter, tell you: there are hundreds of trees in the worst years, and there are more than 300 trees in general years! ”

"What?! ......The number of more than 300 people shocked the peasant and the ten party leaders who followed, so that he and they couldn't believe Wei Yang's words. When the assistant pavilion chief heard that this peasant dared to question the nobleman, he roared with wide eyes: "You don't believe it? This is a noble person invited by the prince! Still don't believe you? Look for death! You. The assistant pavilion chief stared at him and roared, destroying the atmosphere that Wei Yan had built up with great difficulty. Frightened, the peasant hurriedly changed his words: "Believe, believe, believe!" Futei chief! It's not that I don't believe it, I haven't heard of it! I couldn't even dream that I could collect so much grain in one well field, and I was thinking, how could I eat and use up all the grain I could harvest. Wei Yang was afraid that the assistant pavilion chief would come to intimidate the farmer again, so he snatched the farmer's words and said: "You have a well field, how much do you keep for yourself in a year?" Can you feed your family? ”

The peasant timidly glanced at the chief of the auxiliary pavilion, and after being seen by Wei Yang, he encouraged: "You speak boldly!" That's what I asked. ”

When the peasant saw the head of the auxiliary pavilion nodding, he said, "I will keep one percent, and I will have fifteen yuan." There are three strong men in my family, and when I have to feed a family of six, and when I don't fight and get military merit awards, I have to pull spring famine and winter panic. ”

"Oh." Wei Yang snorted and asked, "This Sanjingtian, how did you come here with three strong men in your family?" ”

The farmer smiled and said a little proudly: "Noble! This field is simple. Turn over the field, and the seeds will be sown and wait to be harvested! You don't need to be tired, but you are tired when ploughing the fields and harvesting the crops, and you usually rest. ”

Only then did Wei Yang understand why a Qin man could plant so many fields, plant so many fields, and have so little harvest in a year. Thinking of this, Wei Ying took the wooden sage from the farmer's hand and said, "Look! You're still using the wood. Mu Yun is clumsy, heavy, and very difficult to use, Wei Nong has long since used it...... ""Do you use bronze?" That's how expensive! The farmer tried his best to understand Wei Yang's words. Wei Yang shook his head and told him: "No. It is with iron tools. The iron tools are light, light and durable, and the people are much lighter. Wei Nong Pantian should not only turn over the soil, but also select seeds, fertilizer, irrigation, weeding, and pay attention to how far the distance between the two rows and two seedlings is. Have you done all of this? The farmer slapped his head and said in unimaginable terms, "Is this a pantian?" I've never heard of it! Do you still pay attention to these things in the field, and you don't tire yourself out of the field for a year? Wei Yang smiled slightly: "If you want to live a good life, you have to get more food." If you want to fetch more food, you have to work more. If you are like Wei Nong, you can harvest more than 300 poles in a well field a year, and you can keep more than 90 poles a year, so that your family is well fed and warm, don't you like Wei Nong? "Plate, plate. There are more than 300 trees in one well! Why not. The farmer excitedly agreed, as if he had received more than 300 trees, and looked at Wei Yang excitedly. Wei Ying laughed and left the farmer with the assistant pavilion chief and walked towards the official road. The peasant still looked at Wei Yang and his party in the distance, and muttered to himself: "More than ninety! As long as a person has five grains a year, he will live a good life. My family only needs 30 poles a year, and there are 60 poles and 60 grains! I have another 60 grains, and I will send it, and I will make a big hair! "On the official road. A large number of townspeople stood in the black press, and every household held the three brothers of the auxiliary family, representing the nobles of the Wei State, and sent them the divine fire, waiting on the side of the road, ready to express their attitude to the nobles, and promised to do what they promised to the nobles. When Wei Ying saw that so many people were waiting for him, and heard the assistant pavilion chief say that these people had come to assure the nobles after getting the divine fire, he was happy, and stood on a mound next to the fork in the road, and asked loudly with a smile, "Is the divine fire good?" "Good!" Everyone replied in unison. Isn't it bad to hit a stone with a sword and it will be on fire? This is the Divine Fire! "Is the Auxiliary Pavilion Chief's family good?" Wei Yang took advantage of everyone's shouting and asked. "The first household is not good. Good! Who has that big house? Of course, everyone wants to say that the first household of Chongquan is good, because everyone envies the chief of the auxiliary pavilion and wants to live the life of the chief of the auxiliary pavilion. Just when everyone shouted that the auxiliary pavilion chief was well, Wei Yang suddenly asked, "The auxiliary pavilion chief!" Where does the river go? "Wei State. Why do you ask this? Everyone knows it! The assistant pavilion chief, who was proud of everyone's cross-praise, was inexplicably asked by Wei Yang, looked at Wei Yang, and answered honestly. Wei Yang squinted his eyes, pointed to the river and said, "But your Chongquan and Wei State's Dali and Linjin are all drunk with this Luo water." But why, the Futing Chief's house is in the upper reaches of this Luoshui, that is, your Chongquan, which is the first household that everyone envies. But when the river flows downstream, it is only more than 30 miles apart, and even the worst households there can't catch up?

Have you thought about it? The Wei people, who are dozens of miles away from you, plant and your land, why do they want to collect hundreds of grains in one well, but you only collect dozens of grains. Why do they wear the same beautiful brocade clothes as me, live in several large and bright houses, eat delicious food, and wash all day long? Each of them has several kangs in their homes. Parents, children, and women each have their own houses, and each has their own kang. But what about you? I also drank this Luo water, why did your family huddle on a kang and sleepy? Why do you only wear two sets of burlap clothes a year? "Hey! We sluts, we know what a fart! Someone in the crowd shouted. You are a nobleman! You understand the matter, what do you say is the matter? "There are also people who push the reasonable things to Wei Yang. In the longing eyes of the townspeople, Wei Ying suddenly gave birth to a seed, and God sent him to save these poor Qin people's thoughts and the noble sense of responsibility that came with this thought. This sense of responsibility made him deeply feel: In the first half of his life, couldn't God have come to hone him, * He could only come to Qin State to complete the great task of saving the Qin people? So he opened his mouth and shouted, "It's you who don't treat yourself as a human being, and you fool yourself all day long." It is your way of living that you make yourself poor and live like animals. I sue you! As long as you change your way of life and live like the Wei people, you will live better than the Wei people! All of them will surpass your current assistant pavilion chief. If you want to live a good life, just think more about what I said, and see more about how the Wei people live. He stopped abruptly, and while the townsfolk were still stunned, he turned and strode away. When the townspeople come to their senses, how can there be nobles? Only a cloud drifted farther and farther away in the blue sky. "He's a man of God!" The assistant pavilion chief shouted. Hulala, hundreds of townspeople seemed to see Wei Ying, standing on the auspicious cloud in the sky, looking at them. So all the townspeople were suppressed, and subconsciously all lay on the ground and kowtowed to the gods...... In the crowd, the very happy Nizi, with her hands together, knelt down and worshiped Xiangyun! and gave birth to the mysterious belief that God would marry her.