Wang Ze stood at the edge of the field in Tunzhai, looking at the ears of grain and heavy ears of wheat in the field, his heart was happy, and he couldn't help but 'chanting' the poem in his mouth:

"The Tian family has few idle months, and August is very busy.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The 'woman' aunt eats lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp.

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer. ”

Suddenly, Wang Ze stopped, because the back was not suitable for the time.

Next to him, Uncle He coughed and said to Wang Ze: "Xiao Langjun, what we want to harvest now is corn, and the 'spring' wheat will take one or twenty days to harvest!" But that verse is really good! ”

Wang Ze, who was still a little embarrassed just now, wanted to argue that this was not a poem written by himself, but Bai Juyi's "Guanjiamai" in the Tang Dynasty, but he swallowed the words when he came to his mouth.

Because it is now more than 150 years earlier than Bai Juyi's Northern Qi, even Bai Juyi's grandfather doesn't know where to play the Trojan horse.

Wang Ze had no choice but to remain silent, but he thought that he would pay more attention to what he said in the future. Fortunately, it is now the Northern Qi Dynasty, and there are still decades before the Tang Dynasty, so you don't have to worry about being exposed if you copy a Tang poem.

Although there is a fire in July, the weather gradually cools down from the seventh lunar month. But until August, the days are still hot, but the evenings start to get a little cooler.

This autumn harvest is the first harvest in the true sense of the word. Although the cottage also planted more than 2,000 acres of winter wheat last year, it was already an experimental field of the Agricultural College. At the end of May, he had been organized by He Bo to organize a part of the manpower and quietly complete the harvest.

At present, there are 15 tunzhai villages, with a total of 40,000 mu, mainly planted with corn and 'spring' wheat, and a small part of soybeans, sorghum, mung beans, millet, millet and other miscellaneous grains.

According to the estimation of He Bo, who has inspected all the farmlands, after all the grain harvest this year, it will be enough to meet the food needs of more than 20,000 people in Shanzhai and Tunzhai.

Yesterday, Liu Qingguan said that there would be heavy rain in a few days, and Uncle He decided to harvest it immediately. There was no time to engage in so many ceremonies, so He Bo gave an order and began to harvest.

The corn harvest is different, half of it is a place where only ears of grain are harvested, and the speed is also very fast, and from time to time there are cries of catching hares in the fields, and large flocks of sparrows and other birds are blown up and down in the fields from time to time.

Wang Ze was just working with Cheng Hu, Zhu Bofu, Cheng Xueying and others to help pick up the missing ears of grain in the field.

Later, some young people are responsible for harvesting the straw of the millet, which is the best feed for cattle and sheep.

He Bo smiled and said to Wang Ze: "Xiaolang, look, after the millet and 'spring' wheat are harvested, we can drive the cattle and sheep over to graze." When the next year's 'spring' ploughing, the remaining straw and cow and sheep manure will be turned into the soil to become a good 'fertilizer'. ”

Wang Ze didn't expect that there were still these ways, because although Wang Ze was born in the countryside before the crossing, there were basically no domestic animals at home at that time, and everyone used chemical 'fertilizer' materials.

There used to be a saying, 'Haven't you ever eaten pig meat' and never seen a pig run?' By the time Wang Ze was in later life, he became 'having eaten pig' meat and 'really never seen a pig run'.

In one morning, nearly 10,000 acres of millet were cut, and all of them must be cut within two days. During the lunch break, everyone ate real wheat noodle pancakes, and the side dishes depend on each person's taste, some are wrapped in a duck egg cake, and some are holding a pickled salted duck egg with oil, and eating it with a big mouthful.

Although every family has a lot of duck seedlings to raise this year, most of the original homeless farmers are used to living a hard life, even if more than 100 salted duck eggs have been pickled in the jar at home, they are not willing to eat a bite by themselves, and all of them are left for the elderly and children at home.

Today is the meal provided by the cottage, and many people are really addicted. Wang Ze also took a pancake and looked at the pancake the size of a small dustpan, so he said to He Liang beside Uncle He: "Big brother, you can help me pull it!" ”

He Liang looked at the flatbread in Wang Ze's hand, and then looked at Wang Ze's small body, couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile, and then helped Wang Ze divide the flatbread into two halves.

Wang Ze still shouted in his mouth: "Why don't you have green onions?" And green onions? "As a Shandong person in later generations, how can you eat pancakes without green onions!" Ignoring Cheng Xueying and the others next to him, they were laughing at him.

He Bo handed him a few heads of wild garlic from the side: "There are no green onions, take this thing instead!" ”

So Wang Ze rolled a few heads of washed and peeled wild garlic into the flatbread, and a few dandelion leaves, smeared with homemade bean paste, but it was really enjoyable to eat.

He Bo looked at Wang Ze's movements, shook his head, and ignored him anymore, chewing a piece of millet by himself.

After the meal, everyone rested in the shade of the trees by the river, and Wang Ze, Zhu Bofu, Cheng Hu and others were more vigorous, running around. Cheng Xueying didn't follow this back, and it was estimated that she was tired of picking up ears of wheat.

He Bo is also too old to have the strength to follow, so he can't call one of his students, a stocky young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, to follow, in case of accidents.

Zhu Bofu and Cheng Hu only cared about catching tuks (that is, crickets) everywhere, but Wang Ze ran to a high post in the field not far away.

This high hill is about two or three acres in size, because when the land was reclaimed, He Bo felt that it was laborious and laborious to level it all, and the soil quality was not good, so he stayed.

The big trees on the high hill were not destroyed, all were preserved, usually there may be often farmers come to rest, the ground is covered with grass, like kudzu root, other shrubs or something have been shoveled, and there is a cool breeze blowing under the shade from time to time.

Wang Ze stood in a clearing with a good view on the high post and looked around. I saw a large area of cattle and sheep moving slowly on the uncultivated wasteland and hillside in the distance.

Just this year, the cottage has added a lot of newborn cattle, sheep and horses, and in a few years, these cattle and sheep will expand like a snowball.

"Uncle He said that when the corn is harvested, the wasteland will be reclaimed, part of it will be used to grow grain, and the other part will be taken out and planted with alfalfa, and the cattle and sheep will grow better if they eat it." It turned out to be the disciple of He Bo who followed.

The student saw Wang Ze's inquiring eyes looking at him, so he explained: "Xiao Langjun, the villain is a disciple of Uncle He, surnamed Feng Mingjing, who was affected by the disaster last year. ”

Wang Ze suddenly understood that this was Uncle He's personal disciple in the future, and he didn't need to ask, he must be a reliable person, so he began to ask Feng Jing some things about the Agricultural College.

To tell the truth, the Agricultural College was proposed by Wang Ze, but after He Bo established the Agricultural College, Wang Ze had never been to the College of Agriculture, so he quickly inquired this time. It is said that agriculture is the foundation of everything, and there is no stability without agriculture, so this time take a good look at it and see if there is anything that needs to be added.

I have to say that He Bo is really a genius, He Bo only recognizes his own name, and he doesn't recognize anything else, but He Bo's knowledge of agriculture is extremely rich, and he can be called a master of agriculture.

After Wang Yong killed the officials and rebelled against the mountain, the cottage food was insufficient for several months, and it was He Bo who found many wild vegetables and fruits on the mountain that could replace the grain, so that everyone's mood stabilized.

From Feng Jing's narration, Wang Ze learned that Zhu Rui went to Linzi in Qizhou Prefecture last month, and found a set of "Qi Min Techniques" written by Jia Siqian during the Northern Wei Dynasty from there, and immediately bought it back with a lot of money.

When Liu Qing and others came from the Southern Dynasty, they also brought a set of agricultural books "The Book of Pan Sheng", which is a famous agricultural book earlier than "Qi Min Yaoshu", which was written in the Western Han Dynasty as the book of Pan Sheng.

The College of Agriculture now teaches on the basis of these two sets of agricultural books, plus some of Hob's own agricultural knowledge.

Wang Ze also concluded from Feng Jing's words that this guy is compiling some of Uncle He's agricultural knowledge into a book, and is going to help Uncle He write an agricultural book. I didn't expect this simple-looking teenager to have such great ambitions, but he deserves praise.

At present, the College of Agriculture has five major departments, including grains, fruit trees, vegetables and fruits, winemaking, and forests, and will prepare to set up an animal husbandry department next month to study the breeding and disease management of pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, and other livestock.

Wang Ze suggested that Feng Jing had better add the improvement of forage, and in addition, the original five branches of agronomy should have a plan for the selection and breeding of improved varieties.

In addition, there are so many ponds in the cottage, and when the wasteland was reclaimed last year and the terraces were built, the excavated ponds were also filled with water after a summer, and they could be used for freshwater fish farming.

Feng Jing agreed, believing that although the cottage is close to the sea and fishing continues, this fish farming technology can be spread to the inland where 'transportation' is inconvenient. Wang Ze looked at Feng Jing's shyness as soon as he talked about agricultural technology, and said in his heart, this kid is still a technical controller!

At this time, Zhu Bofu and Cheng Hu ran over, "Da Lang, my purple-winged mighty general has defeated Brother Bo Fu's Marshal in Tsing Yi!" Cheng Hu shouted excitedly.

Wang Ze looked at Zhu Bofu's unhappy face, obviously losing badly, so he said to Cheng Hu: "What's this, look at me to find a more powerful one, to beat your purple-winged mighty general." ”

Cheng Hu looked proud, hugged a bamboo tube in his arms tightly, raised his head and said, "Then Dalang, you should go and find it quickly!" So that I can fight to the death with my purple sheath mighty general! ”

Feng Jing looked at Wang Ze, who was still looking like an adult just now, and now he was fighting with Cheng Hu and you were fighting non-stop, and she was really speechless.

After two days of harvesting, all the corn was harvested, plus a few days of drying, crushing, and bran, tens of thousands of acres of millet were harvested.

After Wang Ze's guidance, Blacksmith Cao built dozens of large animal-powered hair dryers, which greatly accelerated the speed of the field. On the eighth day, just as all the grain had been delivered into the granaries, a heavy rain struck.

Wang Ze and Wang Yong He Bo stood under the eaves and watched the sudden rainstorm, the mountains in the distance were hazy, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of water vapor.

Wang Yong smiled and said to everyone: "God really helped me to wait, just after the grain was harvested, the heavy rain came." After two days, the grass in the field will definitely grow better, and the cattle and sheep will have more feed in the future. ”

As soon as he heard about grazing, Wang Ze finally remembered that he had forgotten what he had been doing in the past few days. So he said, "Daddy, those white sheep (sheep), I heard that the fine 'wool' is cut off before the 'hair' is changed on the 'spring' day, and it can be used to spin thread and make clothes, so it is better to study it now." ”

"What Xiaolang said is feasible, although it is already autumn and the sheep 'hair' is thicker, but now we can study how to use the sheep 'hair' to weave. Wait for next year's 'spring' day to shear a large number of good sheep 'wool' and weave. He also thought it was a good idea.

Its practical sheep 'wool' textile is not Wang Ze's initiative, and the 'wool' textile industry is a unique textile department 'door' as early as the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Textile products are 'blended', such as woven textiles with a 'coloured' pattern made of sheep 'wool', wood veneer and wild silk, but mainly felt.

"Northern History? "The Biography of Wen Yuan" said that Fan Zhong made felt as a business, and in addition to supporting his own family, his income could also sponsor his younger brother Fan Xun to study. It can be seen that the woven felt industry is more popular in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and it is quite profitable.

Felt has a wide range of uses, such as undergarments (short clothes), hakama (trousers), boot pads, and tents. Some of the felt tents are quite large, and the Southern Dynasty minister Yan Zhi pushed out so that the Northern Wei Dynasty even saw felt tents that could accommodate thousands of people.

"Yes, the sheepskin jacket is very warm, but a sheepskin jacket needs to kill several white sheep, if you only shear the sheep's 'hair', those ewes that can't be slaughtered can also produce a lot of sheep 'hair' every year!" Wang Yong finally made a decision.

At night, when the lights were turned on, the data of grain storage in various granaries came up: a total of about 40,000 mu of cultivated land had been reclaimed this year. Tens of thousands of acres of millet were planted, more than 20,000 acres of 'spring' wheat, and the rest were those miscellaneous grains.

The average harvest per mu is less than one and a half stones, and the yield per mu is about 150 or 60 catties in later generations. However, tens of thousands of acres of millet have enough to harvest 15,000 stones of corn.

In addition, the more than 20,000 mu of 'spring' wheat that will be harvested soon, and millions of catties of grain can be harvested, and according to the current population of all villages combined, there are only 20,000 people, even if it is an average of one catty of grain per person every day, it is enough to eat until next year's winter wheat harvest.

Just when everyone was excited, someone suddenly shouted outside: "The commander is not good, there is an accident with the merchant ship going to Liaodong!" ”

Saying that, a group of people came in outside, and it was Jiang Chuan, the duty officer tonight, who spoke just now, holding a person in his hand, but it was Zhou Tong, with a lot of blood stains on his body.