Beside Cangtingjin, Fang Guang said something. Before the Qingzhou military households and several Xuzhou refugees who came behind could speak, a man's voice came out from the crowd.
"July 3, June 4, it's inappropriate, it's inappropriate. Farming is a strategy to enrich the country and strengthen its army. But if it is distributed like this, the government will suffer a huge loss. Mr. Datong, you made a mistake in your calculation!"
Everyone followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man in a soap robe with a look of regret on his face, clasping his fingers as if he was calculating something carefully.
The man's Confucian scholar's silk scarf and flowing robe are not that of a farmer but of a scholar.
"Who are you? Dare you say this to Mr. Datong?"
"Boy, who are you, sir? How could you make a miscalculation? This is a major military and national matter. Please go away as soon as possible!"
In front of the thatched cottage, the two men in Dian Wei's poem pointed at the man's nose and started scolding him.
The man in soap robe was not angry, he just smiled confidently and saluted Fang Guang.
"Mr. Datong, I am Zaozhuan from Yingchuan. I was invited by Prime Minister Wen Ruogong to serve as the magistrate of Dongjun. It just happened that Zhang Miao and Chen Palace were in trouble!"
"I originally wanted to go to Juancheng to join the army to repay Gong Wenruo's kindness, but when I arrived at Juancheng, the bandits had already been defeated by Mr."
"Zao Zhuan admires your talent very much. Farming to collect grain is what I have always wanted to do!"
"It's just that Zaozhuan has always been devoted to agriculture, and he is well aware of the fertility of the land in Yanzhou Prefecture, County, and the country. Unless he offends Mr. Datong, it is really inappropriate for Mr. Datong to allocate grain like this!"
The man looked at Fang Guang with sincerity on his face. Hearing him reveal his name, he burst into laughter. There was no hint of blame.
Zaozhuan, he naturally knew that this Duke and General Han Hao were the proposers and executors of Cao Cao's farming system.
It can be said that Cao Wei was powerful, and the founder behind Cao Cao's unification of the north was this man.
Originally, the farming system was officially implemented in 196 AD. Unexpectedly, as time went by, he just wanted to try to implement Zaozhuan and jumped out on his own.
"It turns out to be Brother Zao. Fang Guang heard about Brother Zao's talent when he was in the north!"
"Brother Zao's intensive study in agriculture is the talent favored by the lord. Come on, let's talk about how to distribute the grain. Today, Mr. Zao will accompany me in Cangtingjin to handle the details of the farming!"
As Fang Guang spoke, he strode forward and grabbed Zao Zhuan's sleeve with a very affectionate expression.
Mr. Datong from Juancheng was now famous in Yanzhou. Zao Zhuan did not expect that Mr. Datong was such a friendly person, and she was overjoyed and followed Fang Guang into the thatched cottage.
When the Qingzhou military households who were watching the excitement at the door saw this scene, they were afraid that Mr. Datong would ask more about the military camp and ran away.
There were only two or three old men with Xuzhou accents looking at the thatched cottage. They wanted to say something but didn't dare to speak.
In the thatched cottage, Dian Wei had already prepared some wine to entertain Zao Zhuan.
It was a hot day, so Fang Guang Buqu used a boat to soak the wine in the Yellow River waterway. It had a cool feeling. Zao Zhuan drank two sips and was full of praise.
"The Han Dynasty is declining, and the world is exhausted. The tillers have no land and no tools, and the ambitious ones have no food. This is a great disadvantage. The system of farmland is the way to reconcile it!"
"Fifty people's village coincides with what I am thinking, but there are too many desolate places in the world now. Fifty people can only have dozens of acres of fertile land. Deducting the transportation capacity of human and animal power to move grain, the people's seven officials and three years will be afraid of light."
One county in Dongjun will be short of 150,000 dendrobium of wheat and rice!"
"Datong, you are too merciful! Zaozhuan can't bear the suffering of all the people in his heart, but, it's just, it's not right no matter what!"
After three rounds of drinking, Zao Zhuan was so drunk that she asked Dianwei to draw on the paper with a pen and paper and speak out what was on her mind.
He is very knowledgeable about farming and mulberry farming, and he talks about everything from yield per acre to the efficiency of land reclamation.
At this time, in Mancang House, even the two people sitting there, Wolong and Phoenix, could not even say "no" to what Zaozhuan said.
It's just that Fang Guang is different. Regardless of the breadth or depth of knowledge in today's world, Fang Guang is a crushing existence.
Looking at the paper, a farmland of sixty acres, with an yield of one hundred and fifty kilograms of wheat and beans, Fang Guang smiled softly, took the pen and paper, and marked one hundred acres after sixty acres, and one hundred and fifty kilograms of wheat and beans.
After ten pounds, it was marked two hundred pounds.
The agricultural expert from Zaozhuan looked at what Fang Guang had written and couldn't help but be dumbfounded and disbelieving in his heart.
He was filled with admiration in his heart, and he couldn't help scratching his ears and cheeks impatiently as he didn't want to be rude.
"Brother Zao, I have a way to achieve both the efficiency of land reclamation and the yield of wheat and beans per acre! If the distribution ratio is calculated according to what I wrote on the paper, will it not affect the overall situation of Ming Gong?"
"Of course, if what Mr. Datong wrote is true, even on the 28th, Ming Gong's income in a year would be far more than it is now. However, manpower is exhausted. Even if there are fifty strong cattle for farming, how can we open up wasteland and manage a hundred acres of fertile land?
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Zao Zhuan looked disapproving and licked his lips repeatedly, just wanting to convince Mr. Datong, whom he admired.
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, there were no later generations of etiquette. Cai Yan was drinking with his husband and saw Zao Zhuan like this. The couple looked at each other and snickered.
Fang Guang personally helped Zao Zhuan pour a glass of wine.
"Brother Zao, let's not talk about the farming matter for now. I have only one sentence: There is great wisdom in heaven and earth, and the numbers I wrote are by no means random words!"
"The most urgent task is to preserve this season's wheat and beans. There is a severe drought in Yanzhou. I am surrounded by hard-working men and there are few people who are proficient in farming and mulberry farming. You, the commander of Dongjun, have robbed me first, and we will explain the truth when Duke Ming comes back!"
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Fang Guang was like a bully, but Zao Zhui liked it after hearing it.
He nodded heavily, blowing on his seven-wheel fan and sending out gusts of chilling wind, when he saw Fang Guang on the other side take out a piece of paper from his arms.
On top of the yellowed paper, there is a huge wheel-like thing with countless buckets hanging on it, which seems to be made of bamboo and wood, placed next to a river.
"Brother Zao, let's see if this thing can protect the hundreds of miles of fertile fields of rice and beans beside the Yellow River that haven't dried up yet?"
Fang Guang put the paper on the wine table and pushed it next to Zao Zhuan, who was frowning in thought.
Who is Zao Zhuan? The art of irrigation is originally a compulsory skill for farmers. He frowned more and more as he looked at the paper in front of him, and then he let out a light sigh and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"That's it, that's it. Zao Zhuan understands, use the flow of water to get water, and the flow of water will never stop!"
"Wonderful, wonderful, if there is this thing in the world, how many fewer people will die of hunger in Kyushu?"
"boom!"
Zao Zhuan was so excited that she slammed the table in front of her, and the wine on the table spilled out.
Fang Guang touched his chin and secretly said that the man in front of him was a sweetheart.
"Mr. Datong, you really have Qilin's ambition. Now that Zao Mou has a little bit of faith, Mr. Xin can make the number of farms equal to what he wrote!"