Chapter 249 The Season of Spring
Thinking of this, Guan Ji broke away from Feng Yong's hand and glanced at Feng Yong with a little shame, "Brother, you have a beautiful idea! In this article, how long has the little sister begged the brother? If it hadn't been for the little sister's trick, brother Don’t know when you will remember it?”
She didn’t expect that Feng Tubole really wanted to hear her sing.
Feng Yong smiled cheekily and said, "Good Sanniang, how about singing it again?"
Guan Ji's eyes flashed, and she glanced at Feng Yong with a half-smile, "It's not impossible to ask my little sister to sing this Yuefu song. It's just that the words that my brother just said to Ma Taishou must be recited by my little sister. So what if my sister sings two songs in a row?"
Feng Yong’s face froze.
If it comes to other poems, it’s no big deal if Feng Tibi memorizes them, but this poem "Changgan Xing" is followed by "Qutang Yanlidui" and "Until Changfengsha".
It’s all about the place names of the Yangtze River. How do you ask him to explain these to Guan Ji?
So Feng Tubie could only say, "I haven't thought about this yet."
"snort!"
Guan Ji glared at Feng Yong, and she knew it was another excuse.
Just once, Guan Ji was forced to carry it on his back. Guan Ji was already cruel. She wanted to force him again this time, but she couldn't do it again.
At the moment, I had to pick up the written "The Road to Shu is Difficult" and walk out the door.
Feng Tibi looked at the beauty's back and did not dare to stop her.
I glanced at the case table from the corner of my eye, and found that the knife and pen were still there. I didn't expect that Guan Ji had not taken them away, and I felt happy.
Glancing at the door, seeing that Guan Ji had disappeared, Feng Tubao immediately grabbed the knife and pen in his hand, and said secretly in his heart, you didn't take this away yourself, even if you gave it to me, it doesn't mean I did it secretly. .
Guan Ji returned to her yard and carefully read the article in her hand.
Even though I know that my brother is no longer sad about his parents, I still feel a little distressed when I read this article.
But when I think of the words he said to Ma Su, I feel a little sour in my heart unconsciously.
I don’t know who he wrote those sentences to? You don’t take it seriously that it’s Zhang Xiaomei, do you?
Had it not been for seeing the knife and pen he secretly hid at that time, I would not have let him go so easily.
Guan Ji thought secretly in her heart.
This spring, there is a bit of spring...
At the same time, this spring is also a suitable season for cattle to plow the fields.
Feng Yong, as the "Weicheng of Hanzhong Dian Agricultural School", participated in the spring plowing in Hanzhong, which is justifiable.
As the supervisor of Han Zhongye, it is natural for him to participate in the farming of Huangzhuang.
“Feng Jiancheng, all the food has been sown at this time. Is it too late to sow this seed now?”
Huo Yi held a handful of sand in his hand. If he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have seen the tiny brown seeds mixed in. There was a slight worry on his face.
“Don’t worry, Inspector Huo,” Feng Yong bent down and looked at the land that had been plowed by an eight-oxen plow. “This alfalfa can be sown as long as it’s not past April.”
The Three Kingdoms period was during the Ice Age in Chinese history, and the temperature was lower than in later generations. I heard that the Huaihe River froze in winter, which was never seen in later generations.
Therefore, in the fourth month of the lunar calendar in later generations, the time for planting alfalfa had just passed, but for Hanzhong in this era, it was still possible to plant alfalfa in a hurry.
Huo Yi smiled apologetically and said, "No one understands this thing called alfalfa except Feng Jiancheng. Whatever Feng Jiancheng says, it will naturally be what it is."
He sighed again, "It's just 20,000 acres of land that doesn't grow food, but I use it to grow this. To be honest, I feel really panicked. This is something that no one has ever done."
Feng Yong shook his head, "How much we can plant in the end depends on Yiwen and Zishi, and how many seeds we can bring back later."
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun not only became human traffickers, but also looked for alfalfa seeds.
As for Ju County, rumors have long been spread that alfalfa seeds can be exchanged for cloth.
Even so, the seeds Feng Yong collected were far from reaching the standard of 20,000 acres.
"Besides, this alfalfa, in addition to feeding livestock, is also helpful to the fields. As far as I know, if the land where alfalfa has been planted is planted with grain next year, the grain will grow better than elsewhere."
“Is there such a thing?”
Huo Yi said in surprise, pointing to the plowed land in front of him, "So Feng Jiancheng specifically chose this kind of field to plant?"
"It's important to go to the fields to grow food," Feng Yong smiled. "It's not cost-effective to go to the fields to grow food. After planting alfalfa, and then using it to grow food, you can't say that the lower fields become middle fields. This is The way of farming.”
Huo Yi heard this and exclaimed in admiration: "It is said that Feng Langjun is good at farming. I didn't expect that he could even plant grass for the doorway. It is really rare in the world."
Growing grass?
Feng Yong’s mouth twitched, thinking that when I raise cattle and sheep using alfalfa to a large scale, who would dare to say this, let’s see if I don’t kill him with wool?
While the two were talking, a breeze blew, accompanied by a smell.
Feng Yong frowned and covered his nose.
Huo Yi, on the other hand, didn't care at all. He looked up and saw barbarians, led by Han farmers, piling piles of black things on pushcarts to the ground.
There were also people who were working in the fields, carrying dustpans with the black stuff in them, and constantly sprinkling the black stuff on the plowed ground.
“Last year when I was in the palace, I heard that Feng Langjun could use human and animal excrement to make the fields produce more food?”
Huo Yi really didn’t seem to be faking it. He walked to a pile of fertilizer with great interest, and even reached out and grabbed a handful of farmyard manure.
“When I heard about this, I tried it myself, but I didn’t expect that I would water all the flowers and plants to death. So it turns out that the urine has to be accumulated and become like this before it can be used?”
I didn’t expect that Huo Yi was also a man of action?
It’s just that if you take the excrement that has not been soaked and sprinkle it directly, it will be strange that the flowers and plants will not die.
"Yes. Mix it with dead branches and leaves, plant ash, and pile it up, and it will become like this. No matter what you plant, if you sprinkle this stuff, it will grow very well."
Feng Yong wanted to spit, but he couldn't be rude in front of Huo Yi, so he had no choice but to turn his head while Huo Yi wasn't paying attention and swallow the saliva hard.
"It's just a pity. If these fertilizers...fertilizers are called this, right?"
"right."
“If these fertilizers are used to grow food, how much more food can be grown?”
Huo Yi felt a little reluctant in his eyes.
That is the fertilizer I accumulated over the winter. I can use it however I like. Do you care about me?
The woolen textile workshop was moved to Nanxiang, but the ranch would remain in Nanzheng.
The reason is that Feng Yong cannot transport the fertilizer that has been soaked for a whole winter to Nanxiang. No matter how free he is and how many people he has, he will never play **** like this.
He plans to use the pasture in Nanzheng for direct feeding in summer and autumn, and open another pasture in Nanxiang specifically for storing green materials.
In this way, the pasture can be moved directly there this winter.
Otherwise, if raw material supply and raw material processing are not combined, costs will increase.
(End of this chapter)