Xun Yu on the opposite side sat very firmly.

But it's hard for her to be as still as he is.

Xun Yu is like a piece of wood that has been burned out, and in the charred charcoal, only the last bit of red light is faintly circulating, to prove that his heart is not dead, and he still has something to do.

And there were so many things on her mind that she couldn't think about them wholeheartedly.

Even if she has been moved, she wants to take the lead and attack Wu Huan, she still has a lot of work to do.

For example, a very simple question: the Yangtze River is a moat, why not the Yellow River?

Because the Yangtze River is easily freezing, if the northerners want to fight it, they must build ships, they must train their naval troops, and then they can cross the river - unless they simply take Bashu in their hands and go down the river, it will not be cold to encounter a fishing city, and then break a big sweat casually.

And the Yellow River will freeze in winter every year, pick a place where the river is wide and the banks are gentle, you lead the horse and I will carry the burden and run over.

Therefore, nomads who want to cross the Yangtze River usually have to be discouraged, but crossing the Yellow River is like crossing the road at 8 o'clock in the morning on a Sunday.

She took Guandu and Cangtingjin, and still had to consider gradually moving the defense line south, not in Dongjun and Yuan Shao - so the next question came again:

Where is Yuan Shao's main force?

The main force of the Jizhou army has not yet been seen, but the people north of Dongjun have gradually begun to move north, and cities have begun to be reinforced, with flowing carts transporting them back and forth, and countless towering trees have been cut down.

All this proves that Yuan Shao's own army of 100,000 is about to arrive—where are they? How many people did they have in the front army, how many in the middle army, and how many in the rear army? How many horse infantry are there? How many ways did it go? Where are the destinations?

She also needed to write a letter to Tian Yu, asking him to continue to work overtime to prepare winter clothes for the soldiers—the war that began in the spring would visibly last not only into winter, but probably until the beginning of the next year.

In addition to these, it is to explore the location of the main force of Wuhuan and formulate a plan to attack Wuhuan.

…… She leaned her whole weight on the table on the side.

"Why don't you seek someone else and come and make it difficult for me like this?" She suddenly let out a meaningless grumble.

"I heard that the general has the name of benevolence and virtue, and he is a real Han man, so he came to ask for it," Xun Yu said calmly, "Since I went north to Xiadu, I have seen that the general Kuanren not only rescued the Dongjun Shishu, but also treated the Xianbei Hu people like the Han people, and I knew that what I said was true." ”

She was stunned for a moment.

"Big Han? Where do I have a big man's femur? She immediately retorted, "I didn't do these things for the sake of the big man at all." ”

Xun Yu's gaze at her was extremely gentle.

"But what the general created is the big man in my heart."

There was a wind blowing into the tent.

Xun Yu's sitting posture was dignified and meticulous, even if the breeze blew his wide sleeves, his gaze was still so firm.

That's not a compliment.

…… But she really can't think of what she has done systematic, planned, she is like a sleepless, forever moving forward traveler, she doesn't know where the end of the journey is, and where can she systematically "create" something?

"Has the general ever seen a farmer plowing in the spring?"

“…… Nature has seen it. ”

"When the wheat seeds are sprinkled into the field and sprout and break the ground, is there any earth-shattering sound?"

Those Xianbei people were still slowly marching towards Qingxu, and in the state pastor's mansion in the drama city, Kong Rong had just woken up from a short dream.

Occasionally, he dreamed of a depressed and restless self meeting the Son of Heaven in a strange city he had never been to.

When the Son of Heaven was fortunate to go down, Kong Rong went to meet him, he had seen the young Son of Heaven, and he remembered the pale and bloodless skin of the Son of Heaven, and his gentle and scrutinizing gaze.

But in his dream, the face of the Son of Heaven who was covered by the crown was extremely blurry, so everyone looked at the person beside the Son of Heaven.

The short man who did not enter the court, praised and worshipped, and went to the temple with a sword seemed to have a sensitivity that ordinary people did not have, and when he noticed Kong Rong's gaze, he immediately looked at him coldly.

When his gaze touched Kong Rong like substance, Kong Rong's body immediately couldn't move.

All the fearful past in his memory, the past when he was trapped by thieves and could only ask Liu Bei for help from the plains; Yuan Tan attacked, and could only ask Lu Lian to repel the enemy's past; Those pasts that were based on a county, but no city was willing to lend a hand, all came to him in an instant.

In the deepest part of his ephemeral dream, at the last moment when he was about to be swallowed up by the blood abyss, Kong Rong would always instinctively ask himself: What is the use of everything he has learned?

When he woke up from the dream, the middle-aged man with a slight white face and a slight beard quickly left the nightmare behind him.

- Everything he has learned is useful.

The scholars in the school palace were waiting for him, they were dressed very solemnly, and their clothes were neat and neat, and they were by no means ordinary.

Kong Rong completed and compiled a fragment of a book on agriculture, which combined many new ideas put forward by Zhuge Liang and were well-founded, and invited several farmers near the drama city to give some suggestions for revision as readers.

Today, the final finishing touches of the book are finally completed, and it is for this reason that everyone in the school palace came to congratulate him.

"Alas, alas, what merit do I have to deserve such solemnity?" Kong Rong saw everyone, smiled and returned the salute one by one, obviously very proud, but he did not forget to be modest, "The ancestors can revise the Six Classics, I am both sparse in knowledge and shallow in virtue, so I can only do such a superficial thing, and I will be laughed at by all the monarchs!" ”

"Wen Jugong said it so lightly, how could I be deceived?" A bachelor immediately retorted, "The public wastes sleep and forgets to eat, and the case is hard work, and he has exhausted his efforts for this book, which is in the eyes of everyone!" ”

"Yes, there were three auxiliary wheat plants in the past, and Guanzhong Sui, wrote books and established schools, but ploughed the fields and harvested seeds, and now the text is a public repair fragment, write a new chapter, in addition to plowing the field and harvesting seeds, there are fertile fields, irrigation, and agricultural tool maps, is it better than the ancients!"

"Wen Jugong wrote this book, and he went to cultivate it without mentioning it, and also found many farmers to correct the fallacy in it——"

It can't be called a fallacy, and it's true that the south orange and the north orange are right...... Where can we explain the hard work of the peasants? Gong today wrote this book, since then the agricultural valley perched on the acres, the warehouse is full of solid, and everyone in the world is grateful for the kindness of the public! ”

Among them, some of them originally came to congratulate with a little politeness and compliment, but at this time, they were infected by such an atmosphere, and they didn't feel that they secretly reflected in their hearts.

Kong Rong himself had such an ancestor, he let out his mouth and vigorously improved printing and paper, in order to print the books of his ancestors, or to explain the classics written by his ancestors.

After all, in the great Confucianism of the world, after he Kong Rong is Confucius, it is natural that he should do this for the rest of his life.

But Kong Rong shouted for a long time to write a book, but in the end it was a book on agriculture...... This is somewhat unexpected.

That doesn't look like what Kong Rong, who thinks highly of himself, would do.

…… If Lu Lian had that knowledge and that kung fu, it would probably be a little more likely to write this thing.

The book was carefully picked up by the students of the Academy, wrapped in cloth, put it in a box, and sent it to the printing shop, where the craftsmen immediately got busy.

They are not very literate, and many of them even learned hundreds of words last winter under the guidance of female officials.

However, there are very few rare words in this book, and the wording is extremely simple, clear, and easy to understand in order to take care of the cultural level of the peasants.

In accordance with Zhuge Liang's suggestion, those agricultural tools not only drew a map, but also drew a sub-assembly diagram of each part, and also drew an assembly diagram of the entire farm tool, trying to achieve the degree to which a carpenter who was a little lacking in heart could figure it out after reading it several times.

The paper did not choose any fine and white precious paper, but chose cheap paper as long as it could read the handwriting clearly, and it didn't matter if it was rough, so the cost of the book went down further.

Meng Dai asked Zhang He for a bribe of 20 million yuan, but this book is calculated as a cost, excluding the labor cost paid by Kong Rong out of his own pocket, it is about 30 yuan a book, which is almost the same as a book of cakes that Lu Hangyu bought in Luoyang back then.

first the market of the drama city, and then gradually flowed to the counties of Donglai in Beihai, and then Langya, Donghai, Xiapi, Huaiyin, Guangling-

Until the old village chief, who had recovered from the fight for a short time, asked the trustee to buy a copy for three hundred dollars, and immediately brought it back to the village like a treasure.

Therefore, in addition to the need for men to stand guard in shifts and women to cook in shifts to guard against the provocation of Xiaxu Village, Shangxu Village has another schedule: they have to spend half an hour every day to listen to the most learned and literate elder in the clan talk about farming.

What kind of crops, how to plant them, where to plant them, how different soils need different planting times, irrigation frequency, how to accumulate fertilizer, and what fields should be used to fertilize them, there are so many things.

At first, these old farmers were a little unconvinced, who wrote this book? Is it a Confucian? Does the Great Confucian know how to farm? Can Confucianism distinguish leeks from wheat seedlings? Isn't it good for him to write his scriptures? What kind of agricultural book to write and who to instruct?

But as I listened, these people who had been in the fields for many years became convinced.

There were things they knew, some things they had never heard of, and some things they had seen and had to slaughter pigs and sheep to worship a god they couldn't tell, and they didn't know how to deal with it.

Hey, this is written, when the beans are cheap, you can also plant beans and fertile fields?

How is this plow, this plow still bent? It's easy to make a U-turn?! Isn't the third uncle a carpenter?! Hurry up and arrange to make one!

What are furrow irrigation and furrow irrigation?

I've heard of "rollover" in the past, but it turns out to be such a thing! So how exactly does it scrape the water ashore?

…… Hide and hide! We'll have to hide this book! Don't let the herd of animals in Xia Xu Village know!

…… I know we have enough water here! I don't want them to know!

…… Who wrote this book? Let's make a statue of him too, and worship him at the beginning of spring! Isn't this much more effective than the little general Lu who doesn't thunder?

All the people who read the family have the ability to slowly blow their knowledge and conduct to the north and south of the world, everyone knows, just like Chen Yu met a thief, and quickly called his children and grandchildren to create a new code "Liang Shang Gentleman", and the thief was also extremely cooperative, not only jumped off the beam of the house to plead guilty, but also followed this allusion for thousands of years.

But the Qianshou don't have this ability, it's always not easy for them to know something new, and it's even more difficult to want to know some new inventions and new creations about agriculture, just like the original waterwheel of "overturning" was there when Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, but until now, these old farmers finally understand how it was made through the map.

If you see it, it's easy to do! There is another river outside Shangxu Village! It's just that the river is low and high, and there is no way to attract it!

Build one of these things and try it out!

The old man of the clan held a class on agriculture for half a month, and he listened to the lectures more and more day by day, until someone found a villager from Xiaxu Village wearing a hat and covering his face with a cloth among the students in the back row.

…… Although those people from Xiaxu Village were chased and beaten for almost ten miles by the people of Shangxu Village, almost all of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and they almost failed to return to the village with all their beards and tails, but when they returned to Xiaxu Village, they were still treated like heroes.

…… Because of the secret of Shangxu Village, it can no longer be hidden!

Chapter 410

It was impossible for Xiahoudun not to know about Xun Yu's coming to find Lu Lian, so they had an unpleasant conversation.

At that time, Juancheng and Lu Lian had seen very different appearances, and there were no more children running with paper kites on the streets, nor women walking together in twos and threes.

In the midst of endless wars, the city has become depressed and devastation. There are a lot fewer commodities in the market, those cattle and horses from Jizhou, tapestries from Liangzhou, and spices from Jiaozhou have all disappeared, and only some agricultural products, textiles, and handicrafts remain, with few types and very high prices, and a rattan basket of tens of dollars will now be sold for more than 100 yuan, and the price of grain will be higher.

This is very abnormal, because it is autumn, the cold winter has not yet arrived, the grain has just been harvested, and there are already hungry people walking slowly through the streets and alleys, looking at something as they go. But when they seldom succeeded, the inns were in a state of depression, with no guests or leftovers to throw out for them.

But the hungry are still in the minority, because there are almost no adult men left in Juancheng. This protracted war drained the blood of the Yanzhou people, and even the scholars were unkempt and drunk on the streets.

Open the last jar of wine in the house and have a good drink! They will shout like this: Woohoo! It doesn't matter who wins or loses! We're all dead!

Before Xun Yu left Juancheng, he saw such a scene, so he made up his mind that he must find someone to save this land that has shed blood!

Of course, Xiahoudun disagreed, just like Lu Lian went on an expedition, Tian Yu was ready to roll up the cover and run away to the eldest prince as an accountant, even if Kong Rong Zhuge Xuan didn't stop him, Tai Shici couldn't act as if nothing had happened!

"If Wen goes here, is it to find Lu Lian?" Xiahou asked forcefully, "Aren't you going to make Yanzhou go up and down and deviate from morality?!" ”

"I don't know who Yuan Rang said about 'up and down Yanzhou'?"

"The edict of the Son of Heaven was issued before, and the people were already panicking, if Lu Lian was asked to send troops to help again this time, wouldn't the scholars be centrifuged!"

Xun Yu put his hand into his sleeve and stared at the autumn color in front of him.

Although Cao Cao's henchman who lost his purpose because of the conquest was a martial artist, he was very good at learning, Xun Yu came to his house several times, and he liked his elegant and beautiful courtyard very much. There are many strange flowers and plants in the Book of Poetry planted in various places in the courtyard, and when the water is murmuring, there is a dark fragrance floating.

But now the exotic flowers and plants in this courtyard have disappeared, and Xiahou ordered people to pull them all out and plant some vegetables, and others seem to feel very down-to-earth.

And Xun Yu couldn't help but feel a little cold.

He knew that they all knew that this city was already on the verge of a dead end, and no matter whether the lord could win Liu Bei or not, their winner and loser were no longer here.