Cao Ang has a straightforward temper and rarely hides anything, which is also Fang Guang's favorite temperament.
Regardless of the few young men behind the boss, including the martial arts-loving Cao Zhang, Cao Pi was extremely gloomy, writing poems that were extremely fragrant, and doing things that were rare in the afternoon. Such poetry and political styles were different, and it was an expression of extreme depression.
Compared with the boss's poems and essays that were consistent with the pattern in his mind, Cao Pi was too distorted in Fang Guang's mind.
This historical heir to Cao Cao's political legacy set a reverse course in history. For the sake of the throne, he colluded with wealthy families and became the founder of Kyushu.
Poor Cao Pi, now only eight years old, has already been determined in Fang Guang's heart.
Another young man, Cao Zhi, was known as one of the most talented men in the world and won eight battles alone. However, this young man was a dissolute man and had the style of his father, but not the style of Mr. Cao.
I don't understand that a man should be forbearing and put the world first in everything, and horse racing in the palace is not Fang Guang's cup of tea. After all, Cao Ang's simple temperament is what he likes the most.
If half of the people asked the current eldest son a question, Fang Guang would talk in general terms and casually. When Cao Ang asked, Fang Guang would tell everything he knew.
It just so happened that today, he identified the rice seeds that would probably be planted in Champa in the south hundreds of years later. He was in a very good mood. He pointed at the rice seedlings in front of him and started talking loudly.
"My lord, the foundation of the world lies in Dao and strategy, not in calculation. If all people have peace and happiness in their hearts, they will naturally thrive!"
"The military strategy mentioned by the eldest son is in my mind, but it is only the last part. People farm and study to cultivate their health. What I want is to fill the warehouse with rice. After all, my lord is still waiting for the summer grain from Dongjun!"
"That's it! The principles taught by the teacher are indeed different from those taught by the teacher Wen Ruogong found~!"
Cao Ang understood half of it, and Fang Guang smiled and pointed at the two plants in front of him. One was strong and full of leaves, and the other was withered and yellow and weak, with only one or two seedling leaves.
"My lord, look at the rice seedlings in front of you. The healthy ones are the good rice grown by the people in Jiangdong. The withered and yellow ones are the wild rice from Cangwu County. Which one is better?"
"Does this need to be said? Of course, the thicker ones are better. There is a lot of rice in Jiangdong, and I know all about the millet and wheat eaten in the north. Also, Datong, what kind of oats did you ask the sergeant to plant a few days ago? What are they?"
"I heard an old farmer in Xuzhou secretly say that it is astringent wheat, it is not delicious, it produces little, and even a fool would not grow it!"
Cao Ang was quite clever and could actually hear Fang Guang's comments among the people, which made Fang Guang laugh.
"My lord, let's talk about astringent wheat first. It's wild oats. It's not good for humans. But for horses, it's a delicious delicacy!"
"Half of the world's military strength lies in horses. Good horses are in the north. They are not born with thousands of miles of pasture, but they are just young masters. Do you know that horse breeding and special feed breeding are the foundation for raising good horses!"
"Is the Xiliang horse good? How is it better than Dawan in the Western Region? What if the Youzhou horse is tall but has poor endurance? There is great knowledge here, and farming and animal husbandry are not inferior to farming!"
"The horses are ready. Let's take some soldiers. Compared with the Xiliang cavalry, the Youzhou cavalry is not bad!"
The principles of animal husbandry mentioned by Fang Guang are principles that no one in modern times in Kyushu has fully understood. As a man of two generations, Fang Guang naturally knows that without thermal weapons, cavalry will always be the key support on the battlefield.
As for the well-organized cavalry in the West, feeding oats to the horses is an important part of it.
His principles were too ahead of the times, and they were quite contradictory to what Xun Yu was looking for for Cao Ang.
Cao Ang didn't understand what he was saying, but he nodded firmly.
"I believe what Datong said. If you can raise red rabbits in the future, just remember to leave one for me!"
"Okay, eldest son, let's work with the lord to capture Lu Bu and make red rabbit seeds for horses, okay? Besides, the rice seedlings, the current rice seeds in Jiangdong are actually not as good as this weak Cangwu wild rice!"
"It doesn't grow well in Hebei. It's not that it can't be planted, it's that it can't meet the lighting and irrigation requirements!"
"My eldest son, would you believe it or not, once the rice is planted in Zhancheng, the profit from one acre is equivalent to several acres of rice planted in Jiangdong!"
When Fang Guang said this, his eyes lit up and he stared at the sky. He didn't know when he was surrounded by students from Cangting Academy.
Cao Ang glanced at the celebrities mentioned by his father, Meng Jian, and Zaozhuan, the magistrate of Dongjun. He looked at Fang Guang, and the look in his eyes was almost blind faith. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and nodded heavily.
In Dongjun, the theory of combining agriculture and animal husbandry, and the principle of rice seed selection, first appeared in Chang'an City, Jiuzhou. At this time, a slightly wretched middle-aged fat man happened to be talking about agriculture and mulberry to today's Nine-Five-Five Masters. principle.
The situation in Chang'an City was extremely tense at this time. Guanzhong was invaded by Xiliang, causing great harm to the city.
Li Jie and Guo Si were suspicious of each other. The two armies closed the camp gates and faced each other, as if they were going to start a battle in the city at any time.
The last remaining minister in the Eastern Han Dynasty spent his days mediating between Li and Guo, who were like two willful children.
Two days ago, Guo Si, under the persuasion of Dong Cheng and Han Xian of the Yellow Turban lineage in the DPRK, as well as the great scholars Zhong Yao and Sima Fang, went to Li Jie's camp to discuss the matter between the two.
As a result, they had a very pleasant conversation at the banquet. After the banquet, Guo Bang returned home with abdominal pain like a twist. His wife concluded that it was Li Ji who had poisoned him.
In the past few days, the gates of Li Jie's military camp and Guo Si's troops were all closed, preparing for a big fight.
In the city of Chang'an, after several years of abuse by the Xiliang lineage, there are not many people left. The city is filled with officials, who are afraid that the Xiliang barbarians will cause chaos.
In the past two days, the sergeant faction, the foreign relatives faction, and the Baibo faction of the Yellow Turban Army in Chang'an City lobbied everywhere to ease the tension.
In fact, the people in the court who were most optimistic were not others, but Jia Xu. This man was almost as clever as a monster, and he was an old member of Dong Zhuo's lineage. Many people in the Xiliang army believed that Wen Hegong was the god Zhuan descended to earth.
Jia Xu was in a unique position. The big bosses in the court came to him to talk to him, but he stayed behind closed doors. Everyone thought that there must be something hidden in this matter, but they didn't expect that at such a critical moment, this demon from Chang'an City would actually be hiding in the palace. In the middle, tell the little emperor the principles of farming and mulberry farming.
In the side hall of Weiyang Palace, Jia Xu held a grain of wheat in his hand, and a look of reminiscence flashed across his face. He wondered what happened to Fang Guang when he thought of it.
In front of him, Liu Xie listened to the truth with only a half-understanding. Next to the emperor, Fu Shou frowned, looked at the distracted teacher Wen He, and spoke slowly for a long time.
"Wen Hegong, I came from my father's residence. Li Cui and Guo Si are all preparing for war. The princes are all frightened!"
"Father said that only Mr. Wen He could resolve this disaster. You often said that killing too much is not the way of heaven. Now everyone in Chang'an City is going to suffer again. Why is the teacher hiding here?"
Decades later, Jia Xu, who was immersed in the past, woke up from the memory of the past.