The three disciples of the Longmen Sword Society are determined to learn from the warrior monks of Jimen Temple, and the abbot of Jimen Temple is also unwilling to accept the challenge, and the two sides have fought verbally for more than a dozen times, and slowly the disciples of the Longmen Sword Society have lost their patience and become a little impatient, while the abbot of Jimen Temple is still polite and polite, showing the demeanor of a senior monk.

Tian Zhiyu quietly asked Wu Lihan: "Brother Wu Lihan, in your opinion, what is the strength of the three disciples of the Longmen Sword Society?"

Wu Lihan thought for a moment and replied: "The three of them have medium-grade strength, but they are not too strong. The person at the head should be the strongest of the three, with the level of the upper and middle schools, and the other two should be below you. ”

Tian Zhiyu was a little puzzled, and said: "Then the strength of these three people is not bad, according to this level, how dare they come to provoke Jimen Temple? If it is really like what they themselves say, there are many warrior monks in Jimen Temple who are very good at kung fu, then they are tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg." ”

Wu Lihan shook his head and said, "I don't understand either, such three people dare to challenge a holy place like Jimen Temple." ”

Nuan Yue listened to the conversation between the two of them, and thought: These three people obviously don't want to win by martial arts, and the competition is just an excuse. Their fundamental purpose is just to provoke the Jimen Temple and let them take action, in addition to getting a glimpse of the strength of the Jimen Temple, but also to let the entire north know about the sect of the Longmen Sword Society.

However, she didn't say it, her plan to ignore Tian Zhiyu would last for many days, and now was not the time.

The stalemate between the Longmen Sword Society and the Jimen Temple lasted for half an hour, and in the end, the abbot of the Jimen Temple obviously didn't want to deal with the three of them, so he gave another salute and turned around to leave.

Seeing this, the youngest of the three disciples of the Longmen Sword Society stepped forward to make a move on the abbot, how could a big monk beside the abbot allow him to be rude to the abbot, and without waiting for him to get close, he had already used a move to force him away.

Not only was the man not angry, but he also looked very happy, and said, "Senior brother, it's useless for me to talk nonsense, I still have to do it to force them to make a move." ”

After saying that, he stepped forward again and handed over hands with the big monk, Tian Zhiyu saw that this reckless guy was really ordinary, and after a few moves, he was turned around by the big monk's play, not only failed to get close, but he was also forced to be embarrassed.

When one of him stumbled to the ground, the person at the head, that is, his senior brother, spoke: "Ning Dong, you stand back. ”

The little guy named Ning Dong got up with a grin, grimaced at the big monk, returned to his original position with a smile, and said, "Senior brother, be careful, this big monk is not weak." ”

His senior brother nodded, stepped forward and said: "My junior brother is rude and offended the master, and I hope to forgive me. ”

The great monk looked at the abbot, the abbot sighed, shook his head and said, "Mingkong, since the three donors have been reluctant, you should learn from them, remember, until the point is reached, don't hurt anyone." He saw that the great monk of Mingkong nodded, shook his head again, turned around and walked back to the temple.

Mingkong stepped forward and gave a Buddhist salute to the three of them, and said: "The three donors, since they have repeatedly wanted to learn, then there are poor monks who will communicate with the three on behalf of the three of them, and I hope to be cautious and not hurt the harmony." After saying that, he gave another salute, and then reported to his family: "The poor monk is the Mingkong of the Discipline Institute of Jimen Temple." ”

The man at the head of the Longmen Sword Society smiled and said: "Master Duoli, in Longpingbei, the Lower Longquan Sword Society, it was the junior junior brother Long Ningdong who took the liberty just now," he said and pointed to the young man standing on the other side of him: "This is also the junior brother under the lower dragon, called Long Dingnan." I hope to learn from the master for a while, and the master will be merciful. ”

Mingkong said Amitofu and said, "Donor, please make a move." ”

Tian Zhiyu saw that the two of them were polite, and then they began to fight.

This Longmen Sword Society's Long Pingbei is the same as Wu Lihan, his strength is really not weak, and Tian Zhiyu's observation should be about the same level as Wu Lihan. And that Mingkong master, Tian Zhiyu couldn't see how strong his strength was for a while.

Tian Zhiyu only saw that the two of them shot quickly, Long Pingbei mainly attacked the next three roads, and Mingkong's leg kung fu did not suffer at all, not only resisted highly, but also resolved all the moves on Long Pingbei's legs, and did not stop at all, constantly making moves towards Long Pingbei.

"This Mingkong Master, the strength is above Longpingbei, but there may not be many monks who can make mobile phones, so he has some scruples about the opponent's quick moves, and it may be that the abbot has explained the point just now, Mingkong Master has no murderous aura, so he can't help Longpingbei for a while, but if the stalemate continues, Mingkong Master's internal force will have an absolute advantage, and this Longpingbei is not an opponent," Wu Lihan said in a low voice.

Tian Zhiyu gradually saw that although this Long Pingbei's moves were powerful, he couldn't help Master Mingkong, and after Long Pingbei's moves gradually slowed down, Master Mingkong began to exert his strength. The two of them went back and forth for dozens of moves, and they still didn't know whether they won or lost, but Long Pingbei obviously began to be at a disadvantage.

After dozens of moves, the two of them pushed each other's palms and took a few steps back, Long Pingbei obviously suffered a loss, and seemed to be extremely restrained, so he didn't let himself spit out blood, and Master Mingkong Yun lightly collected his kung fu and said: "Master Long is good at kung fu, he has such cultivation at a young age, and his future is unlimited." We're done for today, what does Master Long think?"

Long Pingbei saw that today's goal had been achieved, and he didn't love war, so he said with a smile: "Pingbei listened to the master, and he benefited a lot from fighting with the master today. After saying that, he turned around and whispered something to the two junior disciples, and the three of them left Jimen Temple.

Seeing that the three of them were gone, Master Mingkong also led the disciples back to the temple, and the surrounding audience gradually dispersed, Ma Bencai said: "Today, Jimen Temple has suffered a big loss. ”

Ulihan asked, "Why did Brother Ma say that?"

Ma Bencai said with a smile: "With the strength of Jimen Temple, I have a draw with the three unknown people of the Longmen Sword Society, and if it is spread to the rivers and lakes, I must highly praise the three disciples of the Longmen Sword Society, and I look down on Jimen Temple." We have seen it with our own eyes, and we know that Jimen Temple is reluctant to fight, and there is a lot of forbearance, but all kinds of rumors are false, and I am afraid that the reputation of the Longmen Sword Society will be even more amazing. ”

Wu Lihan suddenly realized and said: "No wonder the Longmen Sword Society has repeatedly provoked, and the Jimen Temple has retreated again and again, it turns out that the abbot has long seen through their tricks and is unwilling to let them succeed." ”

"It's a pity that Jimen Temple has been forced to this point, and if you don't accept it, you have to accept it," Ma Bencai sighed and shook his head.

A few people watched a play, and at this time the sun had already set in the west, and it would be dark before it went down, so they began to descend while discussing the battle just now.

When a few people arrived at the foot of the mountain, the world was already dark, and thousands of lights had been lit up in Wuqing City, Ma Bencai said: "Everyone, let's go to Wuqing for dinner, and then set sail, how about it?"

Several people had no opinions, so they walked in the direction of Wu Qing.

When he walked to Wuqing, Tian Zhiyu saw that although the town was not big, it was also lively.

The streets of the city were lined with countless vendors, all of which were open with lanterns, and every restaurant was full of people, most of whom were workers on the docks. At the end of the day's hard work, they gathered in the dining room in twos and threes, ordered a few side dishes, asked for some loose wine, and drank to their heart's content.

Ma Bencai didn't look at them, and walked straight towards the city with a few people, and after a while, he came to a restaurant and said: "This is the best restaurant in Wuqing, although it can't be compared with Taiyuan, there is also very good wine and meat, let's have a meal." ”

"During the trip, it is good to act cheaply and have food and drink," Luo Qi said with a smile, and walked in with a few people.

Seeing that there were guests coming, and they were all dressed well, the shopkeeper who greeted him immediately shouted: "Five distinguished guests, please upstairs," and led a few people upstairs as he spoke.

Entered the private room on the second floor, ordered food, Ma Bencai said: "From Taiyuan Road to Jizhou Road, there are mountains along the river, and you have to wait until Jiangnan Road to see the plain, but the mountains have the characteristics of mountains, and there are countless capable people hidden in the mountains, like the Jimen Temple just now is an example." When we arrived on the plains, although the view was wide, there was also a lack of fun. ”

"Yes," Luo Qi took over and said: "On the way north from Yuhang to Taiyuan, Nuan Yue and I passed through Jiangnan Road, Jizhou Road and Puzhou Road, of which Jiangnan Road to Jizhou Road is mostly plain, and Jizhou Road is half plain and half mountainous, and Puzhou Road is mostly mountainous. There are many temples in the mountains, and there are also many bandits, and if you are not careful, you will encounter a roadblock and robbery, which is thrilling and abnormal. ”

Hearing this, Tian Zhiyu was a little puzzled and asked, "Then Luo Xiang, have you two encountered danger along the way?" After speaking, he quietly looked at Nuan Yue, and saw that she still lowered her head and did not speak, and Luo Qi replied: "We went north, and there were officers and soldiers from Dongyang escorting us along the way, so it was very safe." ”

It turned out that Tian Zhiyu thought that they were two people acting alone throughout the whole process, and it turned out that they were protected by Dongyang officers and soldiers, but it was normal to think about it, Luo Qi was the deputy prime minister of Shuguo after all, and when he arrived in Dongyang, he couldn't let anything happen.

Luo Qi continued: "The mountain roads are beautiful, but there are also defects, and the biggest flaw is the lack of arable land. The north is originally two seasons a year, or even one season a year, and the food produced is far from enough to supply all the people, if it is not for the big granary of Jiangnan, I am afraid that there will be a great famine in Dongyang every year. ”

"Yes, the most grain that Lao Ma transports from Shuguo and Yuhang to Wuqing and Taiyuan every year is grain," Ma Bencai said: "If there is no such grain, Puzhou Road and Jizhou Road will be seriously short of food in winter, not to mention the 80,000 soldiers in Yunzhong City, they themselves do not farm, they all rely on the south to transport materials." ”

"Luo Xiang, Brother Ma, are you sparse the country with more mountains or more plains?" Tian Zhiyu asked.

Ma Bencai said: "There are many plains, we are the opposite of Dongyang, there are few mountains, many plains, and most of them are fertile land, which is very suitable for growing crops." ”

Tian Zhiyu was a little puzzled: Since the country is such a good place, how could the emperor of Dongyang agree to the establishment of the country? You must know that in an agricultural society, those who have cultivated land have the world.

Tian Zhiyu knew that they were all secretive about that period of history, so he didn't ask, but asked another question: "What kind of grain is grown in Shuguo? Is it also rice and wheat?"

"Yes, rice and wheat are the majority," Ma replied, "where there is a lot of water, rice is grown, and wheat is grown in the rest." ”

"What about the yield? How much is the production capacity per mu there?" Tian Zhiyu used to like to grow some vegetables or something when he was in the army, and he had a certain amount of analysis and research on grain planting.

Ma Bencai thought for a while and said: "In a year when the wind and rain are good, the yield per mu of rice is about 400 catties, and the yield of winter wheat is about 300 catties. ”

"It's so low," Tian Zhiyu blurted out.

Ma Bencai smiled and said: "It's not low, this output is higher than the richest Jiangnan Road in Dongyang, not to mention Jizhou Road and Puzhou Road." ”

It turns out that the grain output in ancient times was so low, although Tian Zhiyu loved history, he didn't know much about the yield of crops in history.

Tian Zhiyu thought for a while and said, "When I was in a mountain village before, I used to learn planting from old farmers, where the land was not fertile, but the yield was generally high. ”

Ma Bencai and Luo Qi were very surprised, and said, "You still know the way of farming, so how high is the yield?"

Tian Zhiyu didn't dare to tell them the data of modern agriculture, which was afraid that it would make them lose their big teeth, so he adopted more conservative data and said: "The old farmer will have a special method of making fertilizer, and using the fertilizer he makes, it can greatly increase the yield of crops." In my estimation, the yield per mu of rice can be 800 to 1,000 catties, and wheat can be 600 to 800 catties. ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Ma Bencai and Luo Qi didn't believe it, but even Wu Lihan, who had always believed in him, was surprised: "This is impossible, the average yield per mu can be twice as much as it is now?"

Ma Bencai also immediately shook his head and said: "It's impossible, it's impossible, although the old horse doesn't plow the land himself, but he has also dealt with grain all his life, this kind of yield is impossible to achieve, and you probably lose your eyes when it rains." ”

After Luo Qi also expressed doubts, Tian Zhiyu looked at Nuan Yue, and saw that she was also disbelieving, so he said: "I have known you for so long, everyone should also know that I am not a person who speaks wildly, I have really seen this output with my own eyes." ”

Seeing that they were still skeptical, he continued: "That's it, Brother Ma, when you get to Jiangnan Province, do you have a way to give me two acres of land and let me do an experiment, I still have a little memory of the old farmer's method of making fertilizer." When we arrive in Jiangnan Province, it is almost the season for wheat to return to green, so I will try it with the old farmer's method, and when you look at the results, you will know that what I said is true. ”

Ma Bencai said: "Don't say two acres of land, I can help you get two hundred acres of land." ”

Tian Zhiyu waved his hand and said: "No need so much, I only need a piece of experimental field, if the yield per mu can really reach what I said, I will teach the method and extend it." ”

Ma Bencai said: "If you can really reach the output you said, then there will be no hunger in the world from now on, if you can really do it, you will be a god to rain." ”