Han Chuan learned a lot from the Book of Heaven, and some techniques looked too difficult for him to learn, such as soaking seeds.

There are also techniques that are too laborious to promote, and are not even necessarily used in the feudal fields of the aristocracy, such as the district field method that is said to have been used by Yi Yin during the Yin Shang dynasty. He had read in other people's books before, that this was a kind of intensive cultivation that could be done by pure manpower, but the manpower and material resources used were too great for small peasant families to afford.

The manure method is also flawed, and now he only uses it himself, and he can compost the manure and urine in the entire Peach Creek, but what about everyone learning it next year? Where the manure comes from is a difficult question. Han Chuan didn't think about that for a while, and did the current thing well.

After more than three months, the manure piled on the ground turned over several times, and gradually lost its odor and became the usable fertilizer mentioned in the Book of Heaven. After Han Chuan planted rice, he used them all in the rice field.

The children in Peach Creek still make fun of the Han Xin brothers for being dung pickers, but none of the adults have spoken out about it, and the eyes of the family are fixed on Han Chuan's rice fields. Scavengers? If the Han family's rice harvest is better than theirs this year, all the children will have to go to collect manure.

When the rice bent down heavily, Ligong Song Yang came to visit Han Chuan again.

The two children huddled around each other and were reluctant to leave, curious to listen to Song Yang and his father. Han Chuan hugged one in one hand and said to Ligong: "Composting is not difficult, I am still doing it, just learn if you want to learn." It's just that everyone will learn to compost next year, so how can there be so many animal manure available in Peach Creek? I don't know if Song Gong has a way? ”

Song Yang thought about it before he came, and said with a heroic smile: "What's so difficult about this, we are the closest to the county seat, I will go to the county tomorrow to find someone to say, and in the future, we will come out of Taoxi and drive door to door to collect it." If someone helps deal with such a dirty thing, I don't believe that the people in the county are unwilling to give it. ”

As for how to divide it when it comes back, it naturally depends on how much effort each family makes, and then it is slightly even. Song Yang is fair and shrewd, knowing that he only cares about his own profit in this matter, he will be scolded by the villagers, at most, he wants his own family to have a little more.

Han Chuan had read some things in the book of heaven, when the population increased, the land that each family could get was reduced, and intensive farming replaced the relatively rough farming now, at that time, collecting manure and urine from the city and selling it to farmers, this was a big deal that was enough to make a fortune. If it's not an identity like Li Gong, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it.

There is no need to talk about it so much at the moment, the public has a way to solve it, and that is the best.

After probing the wind from Han Chuan, the residents of Lizhong were not reserved, and they almost impatiently came to the door to ask for advice. If the method of turning the furrow over in the next year is not particularly obvious to increase the yield, and then using compost, the villagers are no longer as patient as last time to wait for threshing and drying before inquiring.

The harvest in the rice fields of the Han family is simply visible to the naked eye - no, as long as it is a skilled old farmer, even if he is blind, he knows that the rice yield of Han Chuan must not be bad, and the output of Nakata is almost equal to the best fields of the aristocracy.

You must know that although the field assigned by Han Chuan is not too bad, it is not good, and the usual output is only one stone. In the past two years, it has increased slightly, and it has not killed five birds with one stone. But this year, everyone estimated him with their eyes, and there was at least one stone and five stones!

Such a good farmer, if you don't hurry up and learn from him, you still want to delay something! Although everyone had doubts in their hearts before, they all quietly observed that Han Chuan's manure had been piled up for more than three months. It's still early, but why don't you learn it now, but don't you just learn and do it in the winter?

Han Chuan was originally going to hire a short-term worker to work, but now he didn't need it, Ligong greeted, and more than a dozen people said they wanted to help him, Han Chuan really couldn't push it, and he knew that this was a human exchange, so he had to agree.

Unexpectedly, after the rice harvest was completed, Song Yang came to his house again, this time to ask about Sumai.

"The last time you said you wanted to plant wheat, I wondered in my heart, how can there be such a thing as planting wheat at this time." Song Yang smiled a little slyly. Han Chuan thought about it, he really said it last time, and Ligong didn't mention it at the time, but it turned out that he didn't pay attention to it, but held it in his heart.

"I'm going to ask, can I plant with you this year?"

Han Chuan was slightly surprised, but not too strange. In the later stage of his composting, Song Yang also began to learn from him, this person can be promoted to the ligong, obviously not just by popularity, but by being bold and daring, which seems to be in line with his human nature.

"Hahahaha, Brother Song is not afraid of losing the harvest, what can't I do."

Song Yang heard what Han Chuan meant, smiled knowingly, and said again and again that if there was a loss, he would definitely bear it, and the two talked some gossip again, and Song Yang said goodbye.

When Han Chuan began to plant wheat, the villagers finally knew what he was going to do. At this time, it was already time for everyone else to enter the slack, and finally had time to see the strange.

In the past few years, especially this year's rice harvest, no one doubts Han Chuan's authority in agricultural affairs. Ligong Song Yang also followed Han Chuan to sow seeds, which made many people even more excited, and someone asked directly: "Han Jun, is it okay for me to plant with you now?" ”

"I'm afraid it won't work." Han Chuan saw that many people were watching from the side of the field, so he simply went to the field stalk and said together, "I plant like this, I have to plant two crops a year, and there is no previous compost, and the fertility in the field is not enough." ”

One sentence made everyone sigh: "Alas, I didn't follow you to compost earlier, but I still have a brain and do everything in front." ”

"And the grain of the previous season has been harvested, we must quickly plough the land, and the paddy fields that have been planted with rice must be dried on the kang soil, which is very troublesome, and it will be too late to do it now."

"Uh-oh." Everyone responded, not daring to think about it again, but they still didn't leave, and just watched the whole process, as if Han Chuan had some magic power to sow seeds. Han Chuan told them to look uncomfortable, and it was difficult to say anything. Chen Yu smiled while working: "You better go back, if you don't leave, they are reluctant to leave." ”

The busiest stage of harvesting and seeding has passed, and he can do it alone. Han Chuan sighed: "I'm tired of you." ”

It just so happened that he went to the most remote 20 acres of land to take a turn, he was too busy recently, and there were always people chasing him to ask about things, and he hadn't been there for a long time. It was sloping land, and irrigation was inconvenient, so it was not used to grow wheat, and no one went there to watch.

Put the bamboo basket that was commemorative and asked my uncle to mend it if it was broken and put it under the tree, Han Chuan respectfully bowed to the bamboo basket first, then turned his back, went to his own field to grab the soil and look at the soil quality, and did a good job before turning back.

He didn't expect anything from his teacher today, but he just glanced at it habitually, but he was surprised! The book of heaven has really been given!

This time there was not a full basket, only three books, quite thick, and fell at the bottom of the bamboo basket. Without taking a closer look, Han Chuan first went to cut the grass and cover it, and then ran home without stopping.