Chapter 116 The truest aspect of farming civilization
Ye An felt that he had been "insulted", especially after being jolted by the horse. He stood on the ground and began to move somewhere unconsciously.
However, he was not that angry about Lan Jizong's revenge. After all, he was the one who teased Cheng Gongshou first.
Both Xuanchengzi and Wang Yuan were quite surprised by Lan Jizong's arrival, but Wang Hao remained calm and his expression remained unchanged.
Thinking about it, Wang Haonai is Xianggong's younger brother, and his grasp and speculation about the court is much better than that of Xuanchengzi and Wang Yuan.
In Ye An's view, Wang Yuan was incomparable to Wang Hao in terms of knowledge, but in terms of "political sense", it is impossible to say that the two Wang Yuans combined would not necessarily be his opponents.
Recalling Wang Hao's decisiveness in delivering the news to Tokyo as quickly as possible after learning about it, Ye An felt a little chill in his heart.
What kind of acumen enables Wang Hao to make such quick decisions?
At least in Ye An's opinion, it was impossible to do it. Wang Yuan and Wang Wen, the uncle and nephew, also couldn't do it. Only at that time did Ye An feel that he had vaguely opened a corner of the Song Dynasty Hall...
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Even under the scorching sun, Lan Jizong still groped hard in the ground without hesitation. Under the soft soil were bunches of fruits. After taking out his hand, he immediately covered the soil, not forgetting
Water.
A group of subordinate officials watched Lan Jizong working in the fields in amazement. Ye An was also a little surprised. He did not expect that this eunuch who entered the palace early was actually quite knowledgeable in farming.
Whether it's land or sweet potatoes, as long as you tell him the farming requirements, he can get started quickly, and he can even tell which one will grow better from the color of the vines based on experience.
This is a bit unbelievable. Ye An himself doesn’t know the relationship between the color of the vines and the crops, but Lan Jizong can tell him the secret of growing crops that he has never seen before...
Xuan Chengzi stood on the side and looked at Ye An's surprised eyes, and slowly explained: "One method can solve all problems. Lan Jizong spent some time in Sinong Temple back then, so these things will not trouble him."
Ye An always felt that the knowledge of the ancients was old-fashioned, stiff, and even pedantic, but he soon discovered that he was wrong. Not only could Lan Jizong serve in the fields like an old farmer, but even Wang Hao, a serious scholar of eight hundred years, could
It can also be manipulated skillfully in the field.
Looking at Wang Yuan with his trouser legs rolled up, Ye An could only find some confidence in Xuan Chengzi. It was true that he brought these crops, but he only knew some superficial truths.
Ye An did not see any shame on Xuan Chengzi's face. Instead, he looked at the people working in the fields and said to Ye An: "Those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard are controlled by others!"
Ye An was convinced, so the two masters and apprentices, one old and one young, squatted on the ridge of the field and drove a group of tall men who came with Lan Jizong into the ground to exert their strength. The two of them were naturally under the shade of the trees.
Enjoy it.
Xuan Chengzi is an old immortal, and Ye An is a young immortal. Since they are immortals, they should be treated like immortals. They are in the shade of trees, drinking sour soup, and fanning themselves. Jingwu and Tie Er are fanning themselves. In front of them are a group of working people, looking peaceful.
Picture………………
Those who work hard will have the happiness of those who work hard, and those who work hard will have the pain of those who work hard.
When it was lunch time, a row of people squatted in front of the Laojun Hall, each holding a thick bowl as big as a head, with excellent rolled dough in it.
The smoky braised noodles with a choking taste along with the vegetables are stuffed into the mouth, and then they disappear in a few moments.
Whether it was Lan Jizong, Wang Yuan, Wang Hao, or those imperial city ministers and officials who were driven to work in the fields, they all ate so vigorously that they seemed to eat even the thick bowls.
Watching Lan Jizong put his mouth on the edge of the bowl and scoop the scattered noodles and vegetables into his mouth with the miso soup, Ye An handed over a bowl of noodle soup.
Lan Jizong glanced sideways at Ye An: "What's going on? A certain family has worked so hard for you in the fields that you feel distressed after eating a bowl of noodles? Have another bowl!"
Along with Lan Jizong's thick bowl, there were six identical large bowls. For some reason, Ye An looked at the braised noodles in his bowl and suddenly felt that they didn't taste good.
He asked the reluctant Tie Er and Jing Wu to go to the small kitchen to serve noodles, and he sat next to Lan Jizong and started eating. Eating quickly was a skill that Ye An had developed in the army. Most of the time, he
He didn't even have time to savor the taste.
Seeing Ye An's appearance like a wild beast grazing for food, Lan Jizong smiled and said, "I didn't realize that you are also a person who has endured hardships. I thought you were a young master Pianpianjia!"
Ye An smiled and swallowed the dough in his mouth before saying, "You may not be able to imagine the suffering I have endured..."
"Oh? Then you can tell me. I like to hear anecdotes the most, especially anecdotes about you, the future lord..."
Ye An obviously saw that Wang Yuan and Wang Hao were snoring much softer while eating noodles, and Xuan Chengzi was already squatting beside him. These people were not only curious about his past, but also liked to listen to his stories...
Ye An smiled and did not speak, but showed an arm. A circular scar was obvious on Bai Zhe's skin. Although the scar had faded a lot, his appearance was still ferocious.
Turning his arm, Lan Jizong looked at the larger exit on the other side. Lan Jizong stopped talking. Such a wound could not have been caused by a crossbow or a sword. It should have been caused by something extremely sharp.
Scars left by spiked weapons.
The sharp-eyed Cheng Gongshou on the side made a gesture on his arm with his fingers, and then buried his head in the big bowl. This young man was not simple. Although he didn't know what kind of weapon he was injured by, the scar should at least be extremely serious.
A vicious weapon.
The atmosphere was a little heavy. Ye An drank a bowl of noodle soup to satisfy his stomach and then stood up and said: "You have seen this thing. Whether it is auspicious or not is not your decision. If you go back earlier, please ask your nobles to work hard to promote it.
Otherwise it’s worthless.”
Lan Jizong nodded: "This is natural!"
But he shook his head, looked at the thinnest one among his subordinates and said: "A certain family is not leaving! Qi Guangsui ate the noodles and hurriedly ate his food. He left in the afternoon and traveled through the starry night to send a letter from a certain family back to Tokyo city! Report back to the noble man
A certain family can only go back after watching the food harvest!"
The thin man stood up, nodded without saying a word and left the Laojun Palace. Looking at his powerful and well-proportioned figure, Ye An knew that what this man was best at was riding a horse.
After a meal of noodles, the distance between people was shortened. When he saw this group of various people working honestly in the fields, Ye An knew that the ancients and later generations
difference.
They seem to be more willing to take root in the land, and are more willing to devote time to farming. Although they do not farm on weekdays and have different identities, they are qualified farmers as soon as they land.
This may be the most authentic side of the Song people and the most authentic side of farming civilization. It has been completely integrated into the bones and blood...