The June wind blew into the second-story attic, making it a bit stuffy.
The two of them sat side by side on the terrace, looking at the glorious and abject Golden Valley Garden.
The boat split a water surface and separated into two small waves.
A few water birds flew out from among the reeds by the pond.
Several maids stretched out their tender lotus-like arms to pick water chestnuts from the pond, talking and laughing, filled with joy.
Another gust of wind blew, and the lake surface rippled slightly, and the small boat swayed back and forth. The maidservants and the boat disappeared among the tall lotus flowers, leaving only a series of exclamations and laughter.
"Days like this are much more interesting than fighting and killing." Shao Xun said with emotion.
He had just been to the pond and picked some things.
The design of Jingu Garden is very exquisite, causing the water from the river in the mountains to flow into the lake, and then flow down the river into the wilderness.
The lake in Jingu Garden is a scenic spot, with lotus, lotus seeds, water chestnuts, hibiscus and other plants planted, and many fish raised.
When the river flows down the river, the water mill is driven to grind the surface, which makes full use of water power. The existence of the lake plays a role in regulating the amount of water, allowing these water-powered mills, water trucks and other equipment to be used no matter the flood season or the rainy season.
It can work effectively during the dry season.
This is a manor that integrates enjoyment and production. To be more precise, it should be a water-view palace built on the mountain.
"I don't like to fight and kill." Yang Xianrong said, casually draped in a tulle with nothing inside. His face was rosy and pretty, he held his cheek in his hand and looked at the pool, woods, flowers and plants in front of him.
Shao Xun leaned on the pillar and looked at the woman.
He recalled that in Jinyong City that year, Yang Xianrong was sitting behind the stone table, talking and laughing with him, with a bit of false charm.
Yang Xianrong looked back at him, seeming to understand the meaning in the man's eyes.
She is no longer angry, she is just a little confused.
"You just like my beauty and my status as a queen, right?" Yang Xianrong said.
Shao Xun nodded hesitantly.
"But you still have some conscience and are willing to coax me." She sighed.
Shao Xun turned his head and looked into the distance, silent.
When talking to smart people, there is no need to explain too much, they understand everything.
"I went to Runan this spring for a visit. I waited for you for a long time, but you never came. Later I found out that you had come to Luoyang." Yang Xianrong said again: "I thought about it for a long time at Princess Xiangcheng's ranch. Most likely I
I don’t like fighting and killing, so I am very afraid of fighting and killing, so I especially want to feel at ease.”
According to later generations, Yang Xianrong's poor living environment and the life-and-death crisis caused by repeated abolition of legislation gave her a twisted mentality of admiring strength.
She didn't dare to face this thought before, but now she analyzed it carefully and understood the root cause of her worry about gains and losses.
"I don't want to see more women around you, but it actually comes from a sense of insecurity." Yang Xianrong sighed and continued: "I worked hard to take care of the fields and livestock for you, and cultivate seeds in Cuibo.
, teaching farmers in Guangchengze is all to reflect my value. If I didn’t have some skills, you wouldn’t look at me again.”
Shao Xun did not refute.
He is actually a very smart person, but he really likes to act stupid.
Yang Xianrong was the most rude person to him, but peeling off the surface revealed a woman with a very poor sense of security.
Her mind has been twisted, she is obsessed with strength, worries about gains and losses, and constantly seeks a sense of security.
Of course, what Yang Xianrong said is a bit inaccurate.
The Thai Goat clan has become deeply embedded in his regime.
Taishan and Lu were personally managed by the Yang family, and Qiao and Pei had a profound influence on them.
Shunyang also belongs to the Yang family.
Yang Dan also established meritorious services in Nanyang.
Yang Jiezhi is now the governor of Yuzhou, Yang Chen is the right commander of the shogunate, and Yang Jian is the prefect of Ruyin.
The Yang family actually controls four counties and half controls two counties. It has a governor in Xiang County, troops in Nanyang and Taishan, representatives in the shogunate, and disciples and former officials in the court.
Such a big family seems to be a major force below Shao Xun. Perhaps only the Yanzhou counties controlled by Concubine Pei can compete with it.
Why did political alliances in ancient times always use marriage?
Wouldn't it be enough for a few old men to sit together and exchange benefits? Why does a woman have to appear?
The reason is very simple. Marriage is a lubricant, a private communication channel, and a step to ease conflicts.
If you only talk about interests and not love in everything, serious problems will inevitably arise in the end.
The Yang family now wants to send a concubine to Shao Xun's house as a concubine - the legitimate daughter can't lose face for the time being.
Shao Xun was too lazy to ask for it, so it was enough to have the sheep Xianrong as lubricant.
This is also her value. She actually knows it very well in her heart, but she doesn't want to say it, otherwise everything would be too naked - even if there is an exchange of interests, it is best to have a fig leaf.
"How are the seeds growing?" Shao Xun asked.
Yang Xianrong looked at him strangely, as if he didn't understand why the man said such charming words at this time.
"We have brought all the wheat seeds here." Yang Xianrong said, "Plant them every year and select them every year. It should be good."
"I'll let people plant them in autumn," Shao Xun said.
Just as the fate of most stallions is to be gelded and sent to the battlefield, the genes of most wheat are not qualified to be passed down. After generations of selection, only the plumpest ones will be left as seeds.
Of course, what Yang Xianrong did in Guangchengze was more complicated.
She has a team of dozens of people under her. According to Shao Xun's requirements, they plant small fields one by one and observe the growth of wheat.
Over the years, we have selected seeds with various characteristics.
For example, some plants are resistant to lodging. Regardless of whether they are really resistant to lodging or just lucked out, just keep them, plant them again the next year, and observe again.
For example, some wheat is disease-resistant. It is also selected and replanted the next year to continue observation.
People, animals, and plants are all the same. Each individual is different. Through long-term screening and breeding, genes that do not meet the requirements are removed and the parts that people need are left, ultimately to increase production.
This is a tedious and long-term job.
It's not complicated, but it takes up a lot of manpower, and it needs to be someone who can read and write records, and preferably has experience in agricultural production and management.
Such a talented team cannot be found anywhere else except Saga Manor.
Many of the things Yang Xianrong did were improvised by Shao Xun and said casually, but she wrote them down and then put them into practice.
During the implementation process, they made a series of adjustments based on their own understanding, and the results were very good.
Everything you do must ultimately be executed by people.
The time traveler is just one person with limited energy. The ideas he proposes casually must be implemented by a professional team.
"What are you going to do next?" Shao Xun asked.
Yang Xianrong gave him a playful look and said, "I won't bother you anymore."
Shao Xun smiled awkwardly and said, "What did you say?"
"I'm going to Luoyang now to see if everything is okay?" Yang Xianrong asked.
"It must be fine," Shao Xun replied.
Actually this is quite normal.
After Sima Yue died, no one wanted to sacrifice sheep to death anymore.
She is just a widow of the late emperor with no influence and is not worthy of others dealing with her.
But she is the emperor's wife and has a noble status, so ordinary people can't deal with her.
"This is the most precious thing I got from you." Yang Xianrong sighed.
"Do you have anything to say to the emperor?" she asked.
"Forget it." Shao Xun shook his head and said, "If he talks too much, he will have random thoughts, which is not good. There will be a war soon, and I don't want to cause trouble."
"Can you win?"
"Who can guarantee the military war? Furthermore, it is not certain whether we will fight or not. I am just going to build the city. If the Huns let me build the city, I have no reason to fight."
"This style of play of yours costs a lot of money, right?"
"This is the difficulty of defeating a horse with a foot. Just give it a try."
His war with the Huns entered a painful stage for both sides.
In the long-term confrontation along the Yellow River, it is impossible to make any surprise moves.
The fight was back and forth, as if the two sides were wallowing in a muddy pond. It was not beautiful at all, not shocking at all, and even very vulgar and ugly. But if you look closely, you will find that they are actually chasing each other's life.
Real masters fight for their lives, there is no back and forth, bloody counter-attacks and other novel plots. The winner is often determined by the defeat, the moves are simple and unpretentious, and the defeated party is even ugly and the death is miserable.
But being able to drag the Huns, who naturally had a huge cavalry advantage, into wallowing in the mud was a great victory in itself.
The side with the advantage of the cavalry should have been ecstatic and independent, crushing their opponents to death without a trace of fireworks, but now their white robes are stained by mud, and their handsome face is covered with stains and eye circles.
He was punched hard and the corners of his mouth were bruised...
It feels so good to think about it.
"I plan to resettle the people you brought with you to Yanshi." Shao Xun said: "One family will lead ten families, and a total of 1,100 families will be recruited to grow pasture and raise horses with peace of mind."
“If you just plant grass, you won’t starve to death?”
"Let's rotate crops." Shao Xun said: "After harvesting alfalfa, the land is very fertile. If you plant wheat next year, it should grow well."
Everyone knows the agricultural technique of crop rotation.
Historically, during the Northern Wei Dynasty, the land was equalized, and it was clearly stipulated that if the poor land was allocated, it would be "given twice as much".
The reason for giving twice as much is to allow you to rotate crops.
If the soil is poor, the yield will not be high, and it will even become poorer the more you plant, so you must give the land time to recuperate and accumulate nutrients. In this way, crop rotation becomes a must.
Leguminous forage has rhizobia that fix nitrogen, which can fertilize the field. Moreover, crop rotation can also avoid pests and diseases.
The two-year and three-crop system implemented by Shao Xun in Henan is actually a kind of crop rotation: alternating millet, wheat, and beans, which can reduce many diseases and insect pests. It is much better than simply growing one kind of crop for many years.
"From now on, Luoyang, Henan, Yanshi and other counties will be your pastures, right? Just like the Hu Chanyu." Yang Xianrong said with a chuckle.
"I want to use overwhelming cavalry to defeat the Huns." Shao Xun said with a smile: "Let them know who is the real master of the grassland."
“Do you have anyone who can herd horses?”
"Yes, but it is far from enough."
"What are you going to do?"
"Arrest people!"
"How to catch him?"
"Herding cattle and sheep during the day and catching animals at night, often going to the new city a hundred miles away..."
Chapter completed!