Chapter Eighty-Seven: Who Says It's Useless to Be a Scholar

Shi Zhenzong was very excited, and tried his best to keep it, Wen Jin also wanted to practice a few tricks to defend himself, so he discussed with the second aunt: "I'll go home with you, come back in the evening, and bring some food, the Shi family is very good, besides, there are still 2,000 acres of land to be cleaned up here, why do I have to live for a while, come early and come late, I have to come."

"The New Year hasn't come out yet, this is not good."

"Second aunt, you can't be too rigid about this rule, think about how much pressure I have."

Merriam-Webster immediately looked guilty and no longer objected.

The three of them got on the ox cart and returned home, Wen Jin and Wei hurriedly went to the kitchen, made noodles with soup stock and had lunch, packed up a change of clothes, brought bedding, and took rice, noodles, oil, duck eggs and meat, and went to Shiwei Village.

After all, Wen Han hadn't done farm work for a year, and he suddenly practiced martial arts, and his whole body was sore, which was much more serious than Wen Jin, but he was a strong man, gritted his teeth and worked hard for a few days, and the situation slowly improved.

Wen Jin only practiced for half an hour every day, how could she have so much time, she would walk around Shiwei Village when she had time, thinking about how to best transform these few miles of river beach. On the fifth day of the first month, there was a light rain on the eighth day of the first month, and the season urged Wen Jin to make a decision early.

The river flats, when they first reclaimed the wheat, are now poor, and the wheat has basically not been harvested, and it has been changed to buckwheat. Now, Shi Zhenzong gave an order to stop farming, and the people in the village couldn't accept it.

Wen Jin also considered this problem, Shiwei Village is different from Weijiawan, the population is large, and the nearby mountains, the yield is low, suddenly stop not farming, it is not a way, but farming, how to increase the yield, has become the primary problem.

"Zhenzong, plant hundreds of acres of land near the repaired canal, and at the same time, buy more piglets this year, raise pigs to accumulate manure and fertilizer fields, and try to make the yield as high as possible, and the people in the village can't have no source all of a sudden."

"Okay." Shi Zhenzong didn't have any ideas, and Wen Jin was whatever he said.

"Let someone pass the word to Zhao Li, we still have to go into the mountains, but you all have kung fu, one beam and two beams, we don't do it, go into the deep mountains, three beams to see, there are few people, whether it is hunting or collecting medicine, there should be a harvest."

"Three beams, you can't return that day."

"No way, it's better than starving, at that time, the people of Weijiawan had been in the mountains for more than a month."

The people of Shiwei Village felt that they had practiced martial arts, and they were better than people in other places, and when they heard that the people of Weijiawan could do that, Shi Zhenzong's unconvincing heart was stimulated, and he summoned the elders in the village to discuss whether to go into the mountains to collect medicine.

In spring, the herbs that can be picked, there are gastrodia, although the value is not as high as in winter, but gastrodia sprouts at the moment, very eye-catching orange-red, easy to pick, in addition, there are eucommia, white fresh skin, wild kudzu, atractylodes and so on.

Wen Jin brought specimens and drawings from home to give lectures to the people of Shiwei Village, introducing where medicinal materials are easy to find and how to maximize the benefits.

After fifteen, Zhao Li sent a message and agreed to enter the mountain through He'ao Village, some people in Shiwei Village continued to blow up stones and open canals, and some people took futons and took Pu knives and Qi Mei sticks into the mountain, and there were two Weijiawan people with them, Wen Jin asked them to teach people to identify herbs.

Wen Han was about to leave home to go to the academy, and Wen Jin explained it in Shiwei Village, so he hurried home to see off his brother. Wei Chenglan had to take someone to help the people of Shiwei Village repair the canal, and she had to come to give it away.

Qian Xiancheng was going to send his son, but unfortunately, the family was not at ease, probably even he was not confident, and in the end, Wei asked the man to go with his nephew.

Wen Jin has other purposes, Huaijin Mansion is better than Shanyang, the grain there is cheaper, a few years ago, she did business with a "Toyota" twice, the people there trusted her very much, and even in the case of only receiving a deposit, 5,000 catties of wheat were transported, Wen Jin went back this time, it was to settle the bill.

The ducks have already opened their nests and laid eggs, and what Wen Jin brought to the academy were two baskets of duck eggs and a bag of rice.

Although the gifts he gave several times were not worth much, Wen Han's situation in the academy changed greatly, and he said goodbye to his father and younger brother, and he began a hard study career.

In the afternoon, Wen Han came out of the classroom and wandered under the willow tree outside, the willow branches had softened, and on the thin branches, bulging small bud buns appeared, walking under the tree, he could smell a fresh smell unique to spring.

Suddenly, he felt that there was wind in the back of his head, Shen Ping loved to attack him from behind, Wen Han has practiced the most in the past ten days, that is, he probed slightly with one foot, his body was half twisted, and his arms were forced, and he took the person behind him forward.

The person behind him didn't expect Wen Han to make such a move, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Qian Wenhan, I haven't seen any interest for a few days, and I will make a secret plan." It turned out to be Shen Jun.

"Hey, aren't you going home?" Wen Han was surprised, on the day of his childhood, his family suddenly sent someone to the academy to pick up Shen Jun.

"Hmph, thanks to my cousin Ping, I can continue to stay at my uncle's house." Shen Jun said with a hippie smile.

"What's wrong with him?" Wen Han was very surprised, listening to Shen Jun's meaning, he left home and came to Huaijin Mansion, this is the fourth year.

"He, saying that I'm a showman, I happened to memorize Mr.'s Fan Wen."

Wen Han doesn't like Lu Zhao, but he has to admire this teacher, he has his own outstanding set, that is, he has studied all kinds of academic schools in the imperial court, and he can come up with a set of coping methods for every exam, according to the temperament and preferences of the main exam, such as the college exam that Wen Han participated in, Lu Zhao actually guessed the topic, and also prepared several model essays for students to memorize, so that the four students who took the exam in the academy were all students.

"Other people may have written Mr.'s model text, but you Shen Jun can't do it, Shen Ping, doesn't he know?"

"Humph!"

"Okay, Shen Jun, if you leave, I'll be uncomfortable." Wen Han said this, but he was still sad for Shen Jun in his heart, he couldn't go back to his home, how miserable it was.

"It's not uncommon for me to go back, honestly!" Shen Jun said very seriously, "If it weren't for my uncle's compulsion, I wouldn't have taken any talent exams, it's useless." ”

Everyone has their own ambitions, but Wen Han didn't persuade Shen Jun.

"I love it here, it's clean and it's clean."

"But, we're also old, you can't always hang out like this, besides, you always have to go home."

Shen Jun's face was gloomy: "It is a day to be late." ”

"Actually, I don't want you to go." Although this idea is very ungentlemanly, it makes Wen Han blush.

Shen Jun looked around, and a cynical smile appeared on his face again: "Hey, tell me, how did you practice martial arts?" Wen Han said the events of the first month and raised his fist: "Hmph, I want to be a person who is both civil and military, and see who dares to say 'useless is a scholar'." ”