The group left the Prime Minister's Mansion, left Xudu City, and came to the farmland outside the city.

What caught the eyes of the ministers was a planned two tuntian fields of the same size of half an acre.

Due to the cold weather, the weeds in the fields have withered, and they look extremely desolate.

"I have prepared two pieces of barren land that are also half an acre in size, a coupling plow, a zigzag plow, and an old ox of the same size."

Coming to the farmland with his ministers, Cao Cao pointed to the two barren fields in front of him and said to everyone.

Although I have seen this scene from the future life of the 'son' who simulates Cao Bin, the ministers have not seen it.

Since it is necessary to experiment, of course, it is necessary to let both cultivate the land at the same time, so as to intuitively compare their efficiency.

For this reason, Lao Cao already had this idea when he received the Quyuan plow created by Cao Bin, and made preparations in advance.

It is to verify the Quyuan plow built by the eldest grandson in front of the people of the world, and the efficiency of ploughing is far better than that of the coupling plow, so as to make a name for the eldest grandson.

"I have brought in a number of experienced old farmers and are going to let them use the coupling plough and the zigzag plough respectively, and at the same time plough the land to see how efficient they are."

After a pause, giving the ministers time to digest, Lao Cao continued: "Of course, if you are interested, you might as well go down to the farmland and try it yourself." ”

"Father, my grandson will come and test the Quyuan plow himself."

Cao Bin stood up and said.

The first time he came into contact with the new type of curved plow, he was afraid that the old farmers would not use it, which led to inaccurate test results.

And although he didn't go to the field in his previous life, he had never eaten pork and never seen a pig run.

After many years of martial arts practice, coupled with the personal demonstration of Mr. Liu Bowen in the 'learning space', he has already mastered the technique of farming.

"Okay, let's go."

Cao Cao nodded and did not object.

"How can he plow the land?"

When the ministers heard this, a big question mark popped up in their minds.

How exactly did he grow up?

In addition to the tricks of drilling camps, even arable land?

Haven't you read even a day's books of sages?

It's just horrible.

When the ministers were discussing, Cao Bin had already changed into a thick linen shirt and jumped into the farmland.

The two fields are next to each other, separated by a straight ridge in between.

In the farmland on both sides, the curved plough and the coupling plough are all set up with old oxen, and everything is ready.

Cao Bin grabbed the tip of the plow with his left hand, held the reins with his right hand, and grabbed a bamboo branch by the way to drive the cattle.

In the farmland on the other side, three old farmers do their own thing, one leads two oxen, one holds the plough to adjust the depth of the cultivated land, and one supports the plow.

The ploughing has not yet begun, but the number of people and cattle on both sides has already been decided.

On one side is one person and one cow, and on the other side is three people and two cows.

The ministers frowned slightly, quietly watching this scene, and did not rush to express their opinions.

"Let's get started."

Seeing that both sides were ready, Cao Cao gave an order.

"Phew..."

After receiving the order, Cao Bin waved bamboo branches, let out a shouting sound in his mouth, drove the old ox, and officially began to plow the land.

The three old farmers on the other side also started, each taking charge of their own duties, doing their own thing, but also in an orderly manner.

I saw that after half a cup of tea, Cao Bin had finished plowing a piece of land, turned the plowshare, and walked back from the opposite side.

The V-shaped ploughshare on the curved plough has a deeper soil and less effort, so the speed is also faster.

The three old farmers on the other side have only just reached half of the ploughing, and their efficiency is far from comparable.

"Tsk, this new type of curved plough is fast enough."

"What's the use of being fast, you have to plough it in place, if you plough it deep enough, it can only be regarded as a waste of effort."

"Don't say it, you look at the depth of his ploughshare, it should be fine."

On the embankment, the ministers watched this scene intently and discussed a lot.

Cao Bin held the plough in his hand, drove the old ox, and turned over the frozen hard land step by step, and the speed gradually accelerated.

After all, this is the first time he has really cultivated the land in reality, and he is a little hand-held at first, but after plowing a mound, he becomes proficient.

At this time, the size of one acre of land was 465 square meters, which was slightly smaller than the 666.7 square acres in later generations.

Half an acre of land is about 230 square meters, which is almost 10 meters X 23 meters.

A mound of land is about 20 centimeters wide, and it takes half a cup of tea time to plough a mound of land, which is about five minutes.

It takes ten minutes to plough once, and it can be ploughed about forty or fifty centimeters wide.

The time spent plowing this half acre of land is about more than two hours, that is, more than an hour.

"Phew..."

More than an hour later, Cao Bin finished plowing the last hill, drove the old ox out of the field, tied it to a tree, and removed its reins.

"Father, my grandson is fortunate to live up to his life, and half an acre of land has been cultivated."

After putting the Quyuan plow aside and washing it up, Cao Bin came to Cao Cao's side to resume his life.

At this time, the three people and two oxen on the other side were only less than half of the ploughing, and Cao Bin's side had already completed it.

"Okay, Bin'er, how do you feel about this ploughing?"

Cao Cao stroked his beard and praised his eldest grandson's move of letting go of his body and going to the ground in person.

"My grandson has mixed feelings at this time, and he is full of inspiration, so let's write a poem "Compassion for Nong".

Cao Bin dusted off his body and groaned: "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil; Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

Cultivating land in the field is definitely a new experience.

At this time, he personally cultivated the land to understand the hardships and difficulties of the peasants.

"Who knows that Chinese food is hard work... Good! ”

Cao Cao savored it and couldn't help but applaud loudly.

These four lines of poetry seem to be unremarkable, but the first two lines only tell about the noon day when the scorching sun is in the sky, and the peasants are still working in the fields, and drops of sweat are sprinkled on the scorching earth.

But in the last two sentences, the artistic conception is instantly sublimated, and a deep sigh portrays the difficult life of farmers who do not avoid the cold and heat, rain, snow, wind and frost, and work hard all year round.

It expresses a sincere sympathy and understanding for the life of the peasants, and there is a faint sense of compassion.

Educate future generations not to waste food, it is not a grain of food, but the blood and sweat of farmers.

"This poem has far-reaching meaning, endless aftertaste, popular and simple, catchy, and is a rare good poem!"

"I didn't think that we were blind, the prime minister's eldest grandson was so talented?"

"Paranoid people are the most sincere, sincere people are the most simple, this kind of person is probably talking about him!"

When the ministers heard this, they praised it one after another, and were moved by the meaning expressed in this poem.

In the past, most of the poems written by scholars focused on the current situation, expressed their views on the situation in the world, or borrowed people to describe politics and things.

But no one ever looked at the humble peasants and wrote poems in praise of them.

This poem is definitely the first poem about farmers in history.