Bai family, study.

Li Hanzhang compared a copy of "Selected Texts of the Times", compared the scriptures he had just written, shook his head and sighed: "The same passage of scriptures, the texts I wrote, are not as good as those Jinshi." I'm afraid that the provincial examination (national examination) in the next year, I will not be able to pass the exam again. ”

"No matter how hard you work, you can always grow." Bai Chongyan is not only motivating his friends, but also cheering himself up.

At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, not only did there be no eight-strand text, but even the scriptures lacked a fixed format.

After the reform of Wang Anshi's imperial examination, due to the cancellation of poetry, Jingyi became the focus of the examination. The imperial court published some model texts, and the scholars summed up several routines based on those model texts. Candidates can roughly write according to the routine, but they can also play freely, and the marking officer treats it equally.

The routine of the Northern Song Dynasty scriptures and texts became more and more standardized in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the marking became more and more strict, so the prototype of the eight-strand text appeared.

If Zhu Ming goes to take the imperial examination, he can directly copy the Bagu text!

"In the past few days, why hasn't Zheng Fatzi come to make trouble?" Li Hanzhang asked suddenly.

Bai Chongyan said: "He listened to Zhu Dalang's story. ”

Putting the brush on the pen stand, Li Hanzhang stretched his waist: "Let's go too, work hard for a few days, it's time for pastime." ”

The two went out together and went to Shen Niangzi's house, followed by a few slaves.

Zhu Ming and Zheng Hong were located in the corner of the courtyard, one sitting on a bench and the other on a chair, both eating snacks brought by the little fat man.

Tell a story while eating.

They used to listen, and they happened to talk about Sun Wukong vs. Erlang God.

Li Hanzhang suddenly said: "Isn't Erlang God's surname Li?" He is also the son of Li Bing, the Taishou of Shu County. ”

Bai Chongyan said: "If you don't have the surname Li, you should also have the surname Zhao." ”

The Erlang God of the Song Dynasty is not Yang Jian?

Zhu Ming really didn't know, so he could only lie: "Over there in Guangnan, Erlang's name is Yang Jian." ”

Li Hanzhang did not doubt him, and suggested: "It's better to change it to Li Erlang, after all, it is the Langjun God of the official family." ”

"Yes, too." Zhu Ming is as good as a stream.

Erlang God, originally a Buddhist deity, is the son of King Bishamon Dukenjiro. In the legend, he not only helped Li Shimin fight, but was also summoned by Li Longji to help Anxi.

By the time of the Five Dynasties, the statue of Dujian Erlang had appeared in the Temple of the Heavenly King in Guankou.

The Taoist priests of Qingcheng Mountain were not happy, and organized the launch of "Zhao Erlang" (Sui Dynasty Taishou, cutting Jiao to eliminate harm), and the "Dujian Erlang" of Buddhism fought in the ring. The folk gave birth to "Li Erlang", which is said to be the son of Li Bing, and quickly gained the recognition of the people, so "Li Erlang" was also absorbed by Taoism.

developed into the Song Dynasty, and the chaos was overwhelming.

First of all, Song Zhenzong named "Zhao Erlang" as the true monarch. Then came Song Renzong, who named "Li Erlang" as the god of Langjun. In a few years, Song Huizong will also take action and make "Zhao Erlang" a real person.

On the whole, the Erlang God officially recognized in the Song Dynasty should be Li Erlang.

Zhu Ming replaced Yang Jian with Li Erlang, continued to eat snacks and tell stories, and the three sons and brothers surrounded him and listened carefully.

Time passed slowly, and in the afternoon, Zhu Guoxiang suddenly shouted: "Come and help!" ”

Zhu Ming immediately ran over and came to the eaves of the thatched house.

Zhu Guoxiang pointed to the pile of manure and said, "It's almost time to turn over the fertilizer, you use a shovel to turn it over." ”

"How long will the compost take?" Zhu Ming took the shovel and asked.

Zhu Guoxiang explains: "Composting is divided into two stages. In the first stage, organic matter is decomposed, insect eggs and germs are killed; In the second stage, more fertile humus is generated. The whole process takes 45 to 60 days, we can't wait that long, and the first stage is completed and ready to use. ”

The three scholars all came to watch Zhu Ming turn over the fat, which seemed to be quite interesting.

The "Qi Min Yao Shu" of the Northern and Southern Dynasties recorded a primitive composting method. By the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, aerobic composting had been basically mastered, but in terms of ingredients, it was not as scientific and comprehensive as Zhu Guoxiang.

Li Hanzhang asked: "Two compost to plant flowers?" ”

"Grow food." Zhu Guoxiang said.

In this way, a few days have passed, and Mrs. Bai's birthday banquet is approaching.

The seedling field has been turned over and exposed to the sun, Lu An came to tell him about the situation, and Zhu Guoxiang asked him to call two tenants.

On the day of leveling the surface, not only Zhu Ming, Li Hanzhang, Bai Chongyan, and Zheng Hong were present, but even Bai Chongwen, the eldest man of the Bai family, came to watch. A small number of villagers who are not busy with farm work also came to see the excitement one after another.

"Drain the water in the field, and I will stop when I shout to stop."

Zhu Guoxiang's first sentence made the two tenants stunned, because it did not conform to their cognitive common sense.

Bai Dalang watched from afar, with a sneer on his face, treating Zhu Guoxiang as a liar, just waiting to see the joke next.

The tenants opened the gap in the ridge and watched the water drain out little by little.

After a long time, Zhu Guoxiang shouted: "Stop, plug the opening!" ”

The water in the field was not completely drained, and there was still a lot left.

Then, Zhu Guoxiang instructed the tenants to evenly pour the ripe farm manure into the fields.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Guoxiang pulled up his trouser legs and went down to the field himself, holding a hoe and a flat pole in his hands, and stepping on the field splashed with dung with his feet.

The dignified Prime Minister Zhu refused his daughter the king's offer, but picked up a hoe in the dung water and dug up the mud to build a seedbed. He put the hoe aside, smoothed the seedbed with a flat pole, and from time to time picked up some debris and threw it away.

After leveling the seedbed, Zhu Guoxiang turned around and asked the tenant: "Have you seen it clearly?" ”

"I see it clearly." The two tenants said.

Zhu Guoxiang then returned to the ridge: "You do it, the width of the seedbed is like that." ”

The two tenants acted immediately, there was no difficulty, and they didn't even need Zhu Guoxiang to correct it.

After the seedbed was finished, Zhu Guoxiang turned around and left, throwing down a sentence and saying: "Dry for three or five days, and then you can sow seeds." ”

The tenants looked at each other, the water in the fields was almost drained, and the seedbeds were higher than the water surface.

What a sow of seeds!

Lu An hurriedly went back to report the situation and said, "The surname Zhu is messing around, I'm afraid the seedlings will not grow well." ”

The old white man thought about it and said: "He's not stupid, most of them have other means, you just do it." From beginning to end, you have to remember what he did. If he can really increase the rice yield, he will use his method to farm next year. ”

"Yes!" Lu An bowed and retreated.

Zhu Guoxiang soaked the grain seeds, and the day before the birthday banquet of Bai Lao Taijun, he called the two tenants to sow the seeds.

"You go down to the field and level the seedbed again."

"You go and carry water, don't pick up dung water, river water and well water are fine."

Zhu Guoxiang gave instructions one after another, until he asked the tenant to water the seedbed thoroughly, and the tenant finally couldn't help it: "It's drainage again, it's drying again, the water is almost dry, and this time it's watering and drenching, is Zhu Xianggong entertaining?" ”

Unable to explain the scientific principles to the tenants, Zhu Guoxiang could only scold: "You just do it, if you have any complaints, find the old white man to send it out!" ”

The tenant immediately shut up and obediently picked up the water scoop.

The seedling field is not far from the Bai family's mansion, and tomorrow is the birthday of the old lady, and many villagers have already come to help in advance.

The pig slaughterer kills the pig, and the sheep slaughterer slaughters the sheep, and there are people who stay there, trying to ask for some water and blood.

Some people watched the excitement, and spread Zhu Guoxiang's farming method, and many villagers laughed and ran to watch the show.

They felt that Zhu Xianggong might be good at fighting pirates, and farming was completely nonsense.

"It's time to sow seeds, sow a little more for the first time......"

"Okay, re-sprinkle ...... a second time"

"Third time...... Press lightly with a wooden plank and press the grain down a little, not too hard......"

"Is the soil sieve good? Sprinkle the soil on the seedbed, and cover the grain with soil...... Manure poured on the mulch......"

Riverside.

From noon, passenger ships have been docking.

Ninety years of life is not easy in ancient times. Many of the squires and tyrants in the four miles and eight towns, as well as the officials who had been promoted outside the old white staff, and the leading figures in the county, were invited to participate in the birthday banquet.

Moreover, the guests who were far away came a day in advance, and the Bai family's guest rooms were not enough, and the tiled houses in the neighborhoods of the village were also cleaned up for guests.

"Master, master, Xiang Zhixian is here!"

The old white man was taken aback and muttered: "I just sent an invitation casually, he actually came, quickly help me out to greet him." ”

Xiang Zhixian had already disembarked with his entourage, and before he had gone far, he saw many villagers watching the excitement at the edge of the nearby paddy fields.

He sent someone to inquire about the situation, and his entourage asked carefully and explained all the steps of Zhu Guoxiang's farming.

Xiang Zhixian laughed when he heard this, and said to his entourage on the left and right: "This pedantic scholar has ears, his four bodies are not diligent, and his grains are not divided. Or where did he find an ancient book, he felt that he was the reincarnation of Shennong, and Bai Yuanwai really believed it. ”

Everyone laughed along, and the old white man looked away.

Even Mrs. Yan felt unreliable, and said to Zhu Guoxiang that night: "Zhu Xianggong, I don't think your kind of field method is good." This seed has just been sown, and it can be picked up and used tomorrow, so just sow it according to the old way. If you want to be troublesome, I'll help you go to the field early tomorrow morning to pick up the seeds. ”

Shen Yourong has confidence in Zhu Guoxiang: "Auntie, Zhu Xianggong has a cautious temperament, and he will never be untargeted, his method will definitely work." ”

Mrs. Yan said, "You have only planted dry land, but you have never planted paddy fields. I have planted it, and I planted it very quickly. ”

Shen Yourong said: "In the past, the county allowed rape and rice to be planted in rotation, and the farmers at that time didn't believe it, but now many people use this method. ”

Mrs. Yan was speechless for a moment, but she still thought that Zhu Guoxiang had made a mistake.

In the whole village, except for Shen Yourong, no one was willing to believe it.

Except for the old white man, if he can count half, he will be suspicious.