There are two buildings in the center of this field, and on the southwest side is an ancestral hall, which is dedicated to Shennong, one of the three emperors; The building on the northeast side is a high altar, which is specially built for the emperor to plough.

Shennong is very respected by future generations, because he taught people how to cultivate and created a farming civilization, so the emperors of all dynasties worshipped Shennong. Before ploughing, it is necessary to sacrifice with the highest standard - "Taigao". The prison includes a whole cow, a whole sheep, and a whole pig, and all three sacrifices are indispensable. Inferior to Tai Prison is the "Shao Prison", with only sheep and pigs, and no cattle. Before the arrival of the emperor's car, the Taizhu Order, who was in charge of the sacrifice, had already prepared the Tai Prison and enshrined it in front of the statue of Shennong.

Sima Yan's cultivator drove to the bottom of the altar, and a waiter knelt down at the right time and said, "The Supreme descends the car." ”

Sima Yan got out of the car, walked to the side of the cultivation altar, and asked, "Has Shennong ever offered a sacrifice?" ”

Da Si Nong immediately knelt down and said: "Shennong has enjoyed, please ask the emperor to plough it himself." ”

Sima Yan personally held the old man, and listened to Taishi praise and sang: "The emperor pushes and returns three times." ”

The so-called "three pushes and three returns" is to push the land into a straight furrow for sowing until the end of the ridge, and then plough back from that end, and so on three times. The ministers all looked at the emperor and were somewhat worried about him. Sima Yan is only about fifty years old, and he is still from Rongma, it stands to reason that it is not a problem to complete such three pushes and three returns, but since Sun Hao's five thousand concubines entered the palace, Sima Yan's physical condition has not been as good as before. Sima Yan also knew that his body was weak, but after all, he was an emperor who opened up territory, how could he retreat? In front of everyone, he rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath, and with a force of his arms, he pushed the plow forward, and when he came back, he was already out of breath.

Seeing this, Shi Chong said: "Your Majesty, this pro-cultivation is just a form, since modern times, when the emperors of the Han and Wei dynasties were pro-farming, they often only pushed a few steps, made a show, and stopped, Your Majesty is old, it should be done in moderation, why be so persistent, and carry out the three pushes to the end?" ”

Biyu saw that the emperor had just pushed a round trip, and he was already so laborious, and he would have to push it nine times when the time came, but what should he do? He was worried, and when he heard Shi Chong's suggestion to the emperor, he was secretly happy, and said in his heart: Your Majesty, why are you so serious, you just need to be pretentious, in this case, everyone will be lazy, and this matter can be easily mixed up, isn't it good?

On the contrary, Shu Yan was worried in his heart: "If the emperor is really just pretending, stopping at a few steps, and not following the etiquette law, then the ministers must also not follow the etiquette law." In this way, a vain wind will be formed from top to bottom, and the people will follow suit. ”

The ministers also have their own ideas, but I don't know what the emperor says. Sima Yan took a break, and then took out the momentum of establishing the imperial industry and said to the ministers: "The emperor of the previous dynasty personally cultivated, stopped at a few steps, had an empty name, did not offer the practice of cultivating farmers, and only had the cost of hundreds of officials, carriages and horses, so what is the point of such pro-farming?" The country is based on agriculture, and the people are based on food. The purpose of pro-cultivation is to let those of you who live in temples experience the difficulty of harvesting, so as to educate the people of the world, how can you be greedy for a momentary effort, and bully Shennong and the people? ”

After Sima Yan finished speaking, he lifted his spirits and pushed up again, although it was difficult, but he completed three pushes and three returns. Shu Yan was happy when he saw it, but Biyu secretly complained to himself.

After Sima Yan finished plowing the land, he ascended to the ploughing altar and watched the officials plough while resting. After the emperor finishes ploughing, it is time for the three princes and high-ranking officials at the level of princes, they are five pushes and five returns; The next doctors are seven pushes and seven returns; The rest of the taxi level is nine pushes and nine returns. When the ministers were all done, only Shu Yan and Biyu remained.

Shu Yan looked at Biyu and said with a smile: "Brother Biyu, there are only the two of us left, right?" ”

Biyu's face was pale and he didn't speak. He was extremely reluctant in his heart, and he could rub it for a while, but in the end he couldn't escape. The two men stood side by side at the head of the ridge at a distance, each holding a handful of rakes. At this time, all the officials had finished plowing and rested around the ploughing altar. Most of them were too tired to breathe.

During the Wei and Jin dynasties, the scholar class paid attention to "taking a car when you go out, and supporting you when you enter", that is to say, these people have to take a car when they go out, and they have to be supported by someone after getting off the car at home. In short, I don't even need my own strength to walk, and I even stretch out my hands to eat to open my mouth on weekdays, how can I suffer this kind of sin? Shi Hui and other older generations are not bad, although they are also pampered on weekdays, but when they were young, they fought in the north and south, and finally had some foundation, at that time, this kind of weak and rotten wind was not as prevalent as it is now. The younger they are, the worse they behave, and this trend of weakness quickly prevails among the young people of the upper classes, forming a social pathology, which is regarded as beauty.

Sima Yan, Shi Hui and the others all looked at these two young people, who were generally old and handsome, but they all had different styles.

Shu Yan calmly and calmly, his hands clenched his knees, his waist was forced, and as his feet moved forward, a straight ditch was opened. When he returned, his face remained unchanged and his heart did not beat, as if he had walked away empty-handed. For cultivating the land with plowing, Shu Yan is very proficient, and he does not do much at home. The old old ones in his house, the royal ones not only use the best wood and iron, but also the workmanship is also very exquisite, the two are far from each other, and the effect is naturally far behind, so he thinks that it is much easier to plow the land today than at home.

Biyu knew that he couldn't dodge, so he turned his heart sideways, gritted his teeth, and pushed forward with a clenched grip. The same plenta, pushed so easily in Shu Yan's hands, why was it so hard in his own hands? For the first time, he realized that the seemingly soft ground was so hard. He even thought: if the land is so hard, why do people still cultivate it? Wouldn't it be better to be like the ancients, where men hunted and fished, and women picked wild fruits and vegetables? Why do you have to endure such hardship?

He was here thinking nonsense and pushing the Lei Wan hard, just halfway through, Shu Yan had already turned back, and by the time he finished pushing one back and forth, Shu Yan had already pushed three back and forth. He was panting, looking forward to being able to rest for a while, but Shu Yan didn't linger and began to push around.

"What's the hurry? A calf from a humble family! Biyu scolded in her heart. However, scolding and scolding, he knew that there were so many people watching the two of them on the cultivation altar, and although he was tired, he couldn't stay too long, so he had to continue his second push.

After only a while, Shu Yan completed nine pushes. Shu Yan not only pushed fast, but also pushed the ditch straight and deep, and then looked at other people's, not only the ditch was shallow, but also crooked, especially the ditch pushed out by Biyu, which was simply like a snake. Sima Yan and the others sat on the high platform, and when they saw it, they couldn't stop praising Shu Yan.

Biyu thought: Although I am slow, as long as I grit my teeth again, there will be a time to finish it after all, and I am almost complete at present. Huh-he thought so, and suddenly saw that after Shu Yan completed the nine pushes, he didn't stop and continued to push up.

"Hey, are you crazy, stupid, or illiterate? Your nine pushes are done, don't you know? Biyu reminded Shu Yan a little mockingly.

"Who prescribed the nine pushes?" Shu Yan looked at Biyu Dao, who was full of surprise, "Nine pushes are a quota of six hundred stones, and you and I are just four hundred stone Xiaolang, of course there are more, eleven pushes." ”

"Eleven push? You're fooling around! Biyu was so angry that he almost bubbled, "In terms of etiquette, there are three pushes, five pushes, and seven pushes for pro-farming, and the highest is nine pushes, and I have never heard of anything higher than nine pushes, how do you destroy the etiquette system?" ”

Shu Yan said with a smile: "The etiquette system also stipulates that the pro-cultivation must be attended by officials of more than 600 stones, why do you let you and me participate?" You and I are only 400 stones, according to the principle that the lower the official rank, the higher the number of pushes, after three, five, seven, and nine, the next level is of course eleven. ”

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With infinite hardship and resentment, Biyu finally completed the eleventh putt, but he pushed the ditch shallower and shallower, more and more curved. Shi Hui saw it in his eyes, anxious and angry.

Biyu's legs were weak and sweaty, and he dragged his tired body and boarded the deer cart to go home. Ah Miao and Ah Yan knew that Gongzi must be very tired today, so they looked in front of the mansion early, ready to greet them. Seeing Biyu coming, they both stepped forward, each holding an arm, and helped Biyu down. In the past, Biyu asked the two of them to support him when he walked, but it was just a state of sympathy, but today it is a real need. Ah Miao had long expected that Biyu would be tired, but she didn't expect to be tired like this. His legs seemed to be disobedient, and it was really a bit laborious for the two of them to support him. When I returned to my house, someone had already prepared the toiletry. Ah Yan held it, and Ah Miao helped Biyu take off his robe, ready to help him wash his hands. As soon as his hand touched the water, Biyu screamed and kicked the washbasin over, and Ah Miao and Ah Yan didn't have time to dodge and were drenched in water.

"What's the matter, Childe, is the water too hot?"

Biyu doesn't speak, only screams pain. Ah Yan pulled his hand and looked at it, startled. It turned out that Biyu's hands were ground out of several blood blisters. When Ah Miao saw it, she was distressed and almost shed tears. I didn't wash my hands at all, and directly bathed him, fed him, and sent him to bed to rest. Tossing and turning at night, in my sleep, I am even more babbling. Ah Miao waited by the side all night. When she woke up the next day, Biyu felt sore, and after a night's rest, it was worse than yesterday. So he didn't get out of bed, but lay on the bed. Ah Miao and the two have followed Biyu since they were children, and they have never seen Biyu suffer such a crime.

The scholar Aji came to greet him a few times, and when he saw Childe like this, he knew that he had always been like this, and he didn't think it was strange. But that Hun slave A Zhuang, when he saw Biyu's appearance, felt very funny. He thought: a boy of such age, who should be as strong as a calf, is so delicate. Back then, our father's generation, Chinese heroes came out one after another, and our Huns were beaten to the point of bowing down, and even willing to naturalize to the Central Plains, but in just a few decades, their descendants have evolved into such a look, and in the long run, the Chinese will be gone!