"My lord, Datong keeps saying that he is a great man and his lord. It is not Xun Yu who is boasting. My Xun family has been managing Yingchuan land for generations!"
"Yuzhou has the right time and place, and we are all on our side. When it comes to farming alone, is it true that the farmers of the Xun family are no better than the farmers in the villages?"
"What Datong relies on are chemical fertilizers and farm tools. Aren't these two things belonging to the Han Dynasty? Are they the private property of Datong? Take these things out, and I will be a Han man and manage Yingchuan for the Lord. The grain and fodder I hand over may not be less!"
Xun Yu was worthy of being the leader of Yingchuan scribes. Every word contained a sword and sword, and he used his own methods to treat his own body. He pointed directly at the core technology of Fang Guang's lineage.
In the tent, everyone in Xun You's eyes lit up after hearing Xun Yu's words.
Yes, Fang Datong, a yellow turban captain, is now transformed into a guardian of the Han Dynasty. He speaks openly and silently. Your Majesty, the Empire, now, I ask you to bring out the treasures of Dongjun for the Empire. Are you willing?
"Of course we have to bring out chemical fertilizers and farm tools. I originally wanted to collect summer grain, so I promoted these two things in the land under my lord's jurisdiction. Within ten years, every state and county in the world should have these two things."
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"If I take this thing out, it will definitely be incomparable to farming."
Fang Guang had a smile at the corner of his mouth, with a mean look that said, "You just can't do it." He looked at Xun Yu and raised the corners of his mouth.
In Xun Lingjun's life, he had never been kissed so slowly. The veins on his neck suddenly bulged.
"There is no basis for what you say. Datong, but take this thing out, Yingchuan, how can you be more familiar with it than me? Where in Yuzhou are the people honest and good at farming, how can you be more knowledgeable than me?"
Xun Yu could also say such hot words, which almost made half of the people in the military tent laugh out loud. Everyone knew that today Fang Guang had made Xun Lingjun, who had been proud of the recent spring breeze, really angry.
"Ahem!" On the main seat, Cao Cao coughed twice and controlled the rhythm.
Fang Guang seems to be fine now, but Xun Yu is getting angry. If the quarrel continues, there may be a real fight. This Xun Lingjun will definitely not be able to defeat Fang Guang in a fight.
"Wen Ruo, Datong, I understand what you two mean!"
"Yingchuan has vast hectares of fertile land. Can you tell whether farming is better for aristocratic families or for common people?"
"The summer grain harvest is coming soon. I heard that wheat, beans and wheat millet can be planted continuously in Dongjun. Since Datong is willing to provide chemical fertilizers, you two will divide the soil of Yingchuan into two. Whoever gives me more wheat and beans will win this way.
Who will be in charge of the prefectures and counties from now on? It’s okay, isn’t it?”
Cao Cao clasped his hands on his chest, glanced at Fang Guang and Xun Yu, and said slowly.
A flash of light flashed in Xun Yu's eyes, and before Fang Guang responded, he shouted a good word.
After all, the Xun family has lived here for a long time, and they have the fertilizers and farm tools they have coveted for a long time. Xun Yu really doesn't believe that a large farming family can't farm as much as the Yellow Turban Army!
If you can get the two fundamentals that Fang Guang has in his heart today, in Xun Yu's opinion, the profit will be too great!
"Okay, as my lord said, the wheat harvest will be in twenty days. By then, my troops will have conquered Yuzhou!"
"You two have agreed, and the matter has been settled. It is all for the sake of Your Majesty and the people. Today's fight can be called a fight between gentlemen!"
"Datong, if you use Dongjun to rely on, I can't favor one over the other. In this way, you can make your own decision on how to deal with the Yellow Turban soldiers. The thieves at that time may be the good citizens of Yuzhou in the future!"
"By the way, Datong, you have too many things in your hands. You can't stay in Yingchuan and stare at the fields. How about it? Who do you want to take care of this? But you want to transfer Zao Zhuan from Dongjun to Yuzhou?"
"No need, my lord. When I came south this time, I brought with me Shi Tao and Shi Guangyuan, famous celebrities from Nanyang. He also has his ancestral home in Yingchuan and can supervise the farming for me!"
Fang Guang bowed and stepped aside. After hearing the debate in the tent, Shi Tao's hands were already covered in cold sweat.
"Shi Tao from Nanyang has met Duke Cao. I am now a guest of Datong and would like to serve Duke Ming!"
Nanyang scribe, Zhuge Liang's godly friend, was different after all. Seeing that Shi Tao was neither humble nor arrogant, Cao Cao liked him very much and nodded in approval.
In the tent, Xun Yu's uncle and nephew heard that the person recommended by Fang Guang was actually a heir of the Shi family, and a murderous intention flashed in their eyes.
The uncle and nephew looked at each other and heard Cao Cao's voice again.
"Wen Ruo, you are also an indispensable pillar of our army. Who is the supervisor of Yingchuan Farming and Xun Family?"
"My lord, this matter concerns the Han Dynasty. My lord is fundamentally different from Datong. I can pick up the people under my command at my fingertips. My nephew Xun You can go there when Yingchuan is calmed down."
Xun Yu secretly mocked Fang Guang for finding a parallel importer to make up the money, so he appointed his nephew to go there in person, which naturally had a deeper meaning.
Finally, Fang Guang was willing to come up with the advanced technology of curved shaft plow, barrel cart, and fertilizer. Naturally, it was most appropriate for his own family to control them.
What kind of vision does Xun Wenruo have? He knew clearly in his heart that if he could hold these three things in his hands, the Xun family would prosper for hundreds of years, and even make progress. If he takes further steps, he will have a foundation.
Suddenly the big event was decided, and there was a fierce battle between dragons and tigers. The civil and military affairs of Cao Ying in the tent were seen, and everyone's hearts were shaken.
In the tent, there was only Guo Jia lying on the couch, constantly turning the pages of the book in his hand, as if he had no thoughts at all in the fight between Fang Guang and Xun Yu.
The tent suddenly became quiet, and Guo Jia seemed to notice something, so he raised his head, looked at Fang Guang, chuckled, and spoke slowly.
"My lord, this matter is over, my lord should reward General Xiahou and deal with Liu Shao!"
"Also, I want to come to Datong and will go west soon. I want to drink as much as I can in the evening and talk about gods and ghosts after drinking. It is a pleasure in life!"
"This book is really interesting!"
Guo Jia shook the book in his hand, with a smile on his face, and some words, which instantly relieved the tense atmosphere in the tent.
"This book is really interesting!"
At the same time that Guo Jia in the Cao camp was speaking out words of praise, thousands of miles away from Yuzhou, under the city of Kuaiji, in a beautiful military tent, a young girl, holding a bamboo book in her hand, let out the same sigh.
The book that the girl opened was not "Journey to the West in the Snow" that is now circulated by the children of the Jiangdong family, but the first twenty chapters of "The Red Mansion" written by Fang Guang based on his memory.
After traveling through time, Fang Guang naturally made modifications to the background of the Red Mansion that fit the characteristics of the times in terms of details.
This book had just come out in Dongjun, and Cai Yan was so mesmerized that he met Lu Su who was sleeping with Fang Guang. When he came south, he printed a copy of Fang Guang's completed book and manuscript and took it with him.
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Lu Zijing, the hero of Jiangdong, couldn't bear to see so much beauty. He flipped through two pages of the Red Mansion and put it aside. By chance, it was transferred to the hands of the girl who is now under the city of Kuaiji.
Looking at the woman in the red building, she is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her face still has a vague childishness, but her elegant and beautiful temperament, the unique inner charm of Jiangnan women, is already overflowing.
With his bare hands on his chin and his apricot eyes full of spring, Da Qiao, who followed Sun Jian and Zhou Yu east to Kuaiji to fight, didn't care about the affairs in the army, but he cried several times over a dozen thin pages of a book.