Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 1097

Chapter 1097 Unexpected joy

When I was young and ignorant, I patronized someone who was handsome in appearance and good in martial arts. I thought he was a rare Han family gentleman.

Who knew that the other party was actually a woman.

This is actually nothing.

The big deal is just a beautiful misunderstanding.

I just made this kind of misunderstanding in front of Feng Guiwang, but I didn't expect it to be controlled by the other party.

And judging from the current situation, I am afraid that he will be manipulated for the rest of his life.

Hua Garland thought of this, and suddenly became depressed again.

He touched the heads of the three children casually, then took out three exquisite jadeites from his bosom, and handed them to them:

"Here, this is a meeting gift. The red one is for both of you, and the purple one is for both of you."

Rao is Shuangshuang Ah Chong Ah Shun was born in a wealthy family, and has seen good things that ordinary people may not have seen in their lifetime.

But the three pieces of jadeite on the hand of the flower garland are extremely rare pure color jadeites, one red and two purple.

The color is pure, and the workmanship is extremely exquisite.

Ah Shun had the sweetest mouth, thanking the garland:

"Thank you, Aunt Hua."

Then I want to reach for it.

Before he grabbed it, he suddenly found that his elder sister and elder brother were not moving at all.

Turning his head to look, he saw sister and brother blinking and looking at mother.

Shuangshuang and Achong are not young anymore, knowing that this is not an ordinary good thing, so before reaching out, they looked at the adults and Aunt with questioning eyes.

Seeing sister and brother like this, Ah Shun quickly took his hand back.

"Take it, it's okay."

Feng Junhou said in a big way.

Things are rare, but if the Feng family really wants them, some people will come to their door on their own initiative.

"It seems that you have made a lot of money in the south in the past two years."

Glancing at the jadeite in the child's hand, Feng Junhou said again.

"It's just a gadget." Hua Wan clapped her hands and said nonchalantly, "What's the use of earning more? In the end, it's not all cheap for you."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention General Guan, even Ah Mei who was following behind with the child couldn't help but widen her eyes, and looked at her own A Lang in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? When did you give it to me?" Feeling the scrutiny of General Guan beside him, Feng Junhou almost jumped into a rage.

"Is not it?"

Hualan passed Feng Junhou, leaned in front of Amei, stretched out her hand to tease her child, and said without raising her head:

"Nanzhong has run several schools in the past few years, and it costs a lot of money just to buy books every year and to fix them for the teacher."

"Not to mention building schools, but also subsidizing rations for children in various villages. It's just as much as you earn."

Hualan spoke, and became a little puffed up again:

"How can I say that I have helped you a lot, how did you get so hard to accept so much money from me?"

"Satisfy you!" Feng Junhou lifted the alarm, and began to hit people again, "Is it not enough to give you a chance to spend this money?"

"How many people can't find the temple gate with a pig's head! Look at Jincheng, how many years later than Nanzhong did the school open?"

The cost of printing books is actually not expensive. Most of the teachers sent to Nanzhong are also students who are going to practice after graduation.

The money, to put it bluntly, is the qualification to run a comprador school.

The development of the new type of economy in the past few years, coupled with the Xinghan Society's mischief, has forced more aristocratic families to change their minds.

Otherwise, they can only wait to be eliminated.

The best destiny is to fall from the top of society and become a middle class.

"In the past few years, your racecourse and horse team have not missed students from the school. Just this alone, you have already paid back your capital."

Schools all over the country, it doesn't mean that every student can be admitted to the Royal Academy.

More, it is to learn common words and basic arithmetic, and then enter various caravan workshops and plantations as social animals.

Nanzhong's schools are basically set up by Hualan himself.

In the past two years, all the students in the school who could not go to the Royal Academy were basically taken away by her.

No way, many people in Nanzhong now rely on her for food.

In addition to the rare good things like literacy and reading, as long as she yells out, some people are willing to send their children here.

The development of Nanzhong accelerated the integration of Han and Yi.

At least the children of Qu Shuai's leader, the village chief, can't do without learning Chinese characters and not knowing Chinese.

A simplest example:

It means that Zhaizi is going to the market to exchange things, facing a barbarian who can guess what the other party wants to express even with words and gestures, and a barbarian who can't express his own meaning with half gestures.

Han people must give priority to the one who can express their meaning.

What?

You don't trade things with the Han people?

Then someone wants to change the patriarch.

"What's the return of the cost? It's as if I don't have to invest any more money now."

Amei's child's nickname is A Nan, which is very characteristic of Nanzhong.

The flower garland pinched Ah Nan's face again and again, and was reluctant to let go. It was tender and slippery, and felt very good.

It wasn't until the little baby was about to cry with his mouth deflated, that he let him go contentedly, and then gave him a piece of mutton fat jade.

A Nan got a new thing, and immediately forgot to cry, picked it up and wanted to taste the saltiness in his mouth.

Ah Mei was so scared that he quickly put it away for him.

Hualan distributed the last two jade pendants to A Mo and A Bu—the nickname of Li Mu's child is more interesting, and it is directly called A Bu.

With A Nan's example, Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu followed suit and put things away as quickly as possible.

"Now that the reputation of the school has spread, how many people Qu Shuai want to invest in it, how dare you say that you haven't recovered the cost?"

Feng Junhou broke Young Master Hua's little thoughts in one go.

Hua Garland curled her lips and stopped talking.

She always forgot that the man in front of her was a ghost king, and it was impossible to hide anything from him.

Besides, this time she came here, she was looking for him for something, so it's not good to quarrel too much with him.

It's just that she didn't speak, Feng Junhou didn't let her go.

Watching her scatter presents at the child, the man began to talk meanly again:

"You brought presents for the children, didn't you bring presents for us?"

Never thought that the garland heard the words, but actually took out a purse from his arms and handed it to Feng Junhou:

"Here, here it is!"

This time it was Feng Junhou's turn to be surprised. He wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect that the other party actually took out a gift for him.

He didn't reach out to pick it up immediately, but asked first:

"What's this?"

Ms. Hua moved her hand forward:

"Your gift, I brought it here for you, don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Feng Junhou chuckled, and secretly thought that even if you played Gu on this, would I still be afraid of you?

My Amei, but after Nanzhong witch doctor, his methods are probably much better than yours.

Thinking in his heart, he reached out and took it.

"open to take a look?"

Hualan said something mysteriously to him.

Feng Junhou glanced at her suspiciously, and then opened the purse as he said.

There is no emerald, no gold, and no bills in it.

Feng Junhou took a closer look, and couldn't help pouring out the contents.

What I received in my hand was a handful of rice.

"What's the meaning?"

Feng Junhou weighed the rice in his hand and asked.

Could it be that this is the custom of Nanzhong, to give rice to others, expressing the wish that the other party's grain warehouse is full?

Hua Garland raised her chin and reminded:

"Do you know that this rice is very different from ordinary rice?"

Feng Junhou heard the words, couldn't help lowering his head and looked carefully again:

"Isn't it just rice? What else could be different? Could it be cooked?"

As he spoke, he twisted one and put it in his mouth.

There was a slight "click" in his mouth, after chewing, Feng Junhou frowned: "Raw?"

Beside Guan Xiaojunhou took a look at Ah Nan, stroked his forehead and sighed, she finally knew that the child put the emerald in his mouth to taste the salty and salty.

Hualan gave a "tsk", and looked at Feng Junhou with an idiot's eyes:

"This is the rice I planted in Jincheng last year and this year!"

Seeing her like this, Feng Junhou was immediately unwilling to show weakness, and looked at the rice in his hand with disgust:

"What's the matter? The rice you grow is more expensive than other people's gold? Why don't you have the nerve to give it away? You only give this one."

"If you really want to give it away, it's almost the same if you send me thousands or hundreds of dan. It happens that I ate too much pasta in Chang'an, so I can eat a few more bowls of rice this winter."

Garland is furious:

"Of course gold is more expensive than others! This grain seed, but I found it from Yicheng after a lot of hard work, I know how much effort I put into it! If you don't want it, return it to me!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand angrily and grabbed Feng Junhou's hand, trying to **** the rice back.

"Lin Yi..."

Feng Junhou just said three words, then subconsciously stopped: "Lin Yi?"

"certainly!"

Hua Ling's small hand had already grasped the rice, but who would have expected that Feng Junhou's big hand would suddenly grab hers, and immediately took her hand together:

"Oh! You little lady, just speak well when you speak, what are you doing with your hands and feet?"

"Besides, there is no reason to take the gift back by yourself?"

Fearing that she would pull away forcefully, Feng Junhou held her wrist with the other hand to prevent her from moving.

"Tell me first, what's going on? How did you get the seeds from Lin Yi?"

"Also, you said that this is the millet you planted in Jincheng, but is it true?"

Hualan's face was flushed, and she glared angrily: "Let go!"

"I won't let it go!" Feng Junhou began to play hooligans, "This is my thing, please explain it to me first!"

Flower Garland twitched vigorously a few times, but Feng Junhou's grip was even tighter.

She was about to cry: "You let go of my hand first! I won't take your things!"

"Huh? This..."

Feng Junhou noticed the embarrassment between the two of them, and hurriedly let go of his hands.

"This...haha, this, I didn't pay attention, haha..."

In front of all the wives and concubines, Feng Junhou laughed and bent down to pick up a few grains of millet on the ground:

"I heard Hua Niangzi mention Lin Yidao, I was in a hurry, and I was in a hurry, hehe..."

Amei is a well-behaved person. Seeing that Feng Junhou cares about these grains, she broke the embarrassment with a little curiosity:

"Mr., is the millet in Linyi any different from ordinary millet?"

Feng Junhou put the millet back into his purse and said:

"Ah, I have to ask Mrs. Hua, after all, she planted it."

At this moment, Hualan finally calmed down a little bit.

She didn't dare to look at others, but only her friend Amei:

"Linyi rice is drought-tolerant, it doesn't need water like ordinary rice, and it doesn't choose any place, it grows anywhere."

"The most important thing is that it only takes a little over two months from sowing to harvesting..."

Hearing this, even Secretary Zhang, who had been squinting at people, couldn't help exclaiming:

"Two months?"

"It's not two months, it's more than two months." Huayuan corrected, "I heard that it only takes less than two months in Linyi, but I tried it in Jincheng, and it took more than two months."

"It's fine for more than two months!" Zhang Xingyi interrupted, "There are many mountains and little land in Nanzhong. If the Linyi rice is really so good, it will solve the big problem."

Of course, Hualan knows that Linyi rice, which is not picky about the land and is very drought-tolerant, is very suitable for planting in Nanzhong.

In particular, Xinghanhui will take the lead in opening terraced fields in Nanzhong, which is simply tailor-made for Linyi rice.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glanced at Feng Junhou.

Everyone said that this person was the reincarnation of the ghost king, and it seemed reasonable.

Otherwise, why would he keep trying to find Lin Yidao, and why would he vigorously develop terraced fields in Nanzhong?

It can be said that this move is really a great merit to the people of Nanzhong.

If Grandpa Zhuge brought order to Nanzhong, then this guy brought prosperity to Nanzhong.

Of course, at the earliest time he was cannibal, which doesn't count.

Feng Junhou didn't notice Hualan's gaze, he turned his head, smiled at Zhang Xingyi and said:

"As for Jiangzhou, Zhang Boqi is lucky. Before he took office, he got such a great contribution out of thin air."

With Linyi rice, not only Jiangzhou, but also Nanzhong and the entire Sichuan plain, the arable area is estimated to expand again.

Those places that cannot be irrigated by canal water but have sufficient rainfall, and those places that are not fertile enough, can try to grow this kind of rice.

Calculated in this way, the grain production in Shu may have to increase again.

Not only will the aristocratic families in the Shu plain be swept to death, but also the powerful families in Jingzhou will be swept to death.

Thinking of this, Feng Junhou became very happy when he looked at Hua Niangzi.

Lady Hua didn't dare to meet Feng Junhou's gaze, and avoided it.

Feng Junhou cared about being happy, and didn't go to investigate. He just said to Guan Xiaojunhou:

"I want to entertain a distinguished guest today, Xijun, please tell the servants to prepare more good food and wine."

Guan Xiaojunhou nodded with a smile, took a deep look at the flower garland, and then beckoned to several people to lead the child down.

Hua Yuan also wanted to leave, but she was a guest, and the most important thing was that she still had something to tell Feng Junhou.

"Sit down and have a sip of tea first."

Feng Junhou took the initiative and said, "Thank you for the matter of Lin Yidao."

Feng Junhou himself had given up all hope for what he had ordered to her a few years ago.

I didn't expect that she could remember it all the time, and gave myself a pleasant surprise.

Feng Junhou is so happy, apart from what he just said, there is actually another more important reason:

Agriculture is the primary industry, and all development of human society is based on sufficient food supply.

From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, for thousands of years, the official population of the Central Plains was basically around 60 million at its peak.

Until the Song Dynasty, the emergence of new tools vigorously developed Jiangnan.

The most important thing is to comprehensively promote Linyi rice, so that the population can touch the scale of 100 million.

Until the Ming Dynasty, new food crops continued to be introduced, and the population once again broke through, growing to 200 million.

Don't underestimate the introduction and improvement of one or two types of crops. It is likely that the upper population limit that the Central Plains can bear will continue to be broken.

There is not enough food supply, there is not enough population size, everything is imaginary.

Hua Ling sat down obediently, held up the teacup, brought it to her mouth, and then quickly put it down, not knowing whether she drank it or not:

"It's not a lot of hard work. In fact, I'm here this time, besides telling you this, I have something else to ask of you."

"Oh, what's the matter? Anyway, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you."

Feng Junhou was very happy today, and he agreed with everything.

(end of this chapter)

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