Chapter 28, different treatment, create a template
Beside the Yellow River, in the land of Cangtingjin, the sky has turned gloomy.
A piece of riverbank land and an acre of wasteland were illuminated by rows of torches as if it were daytime.
Fang Guang specially asked a prestigious old man to select a plow driving expert from among the people of Xuzhou.
Not afraid of losing his identity, he personally came to the rather nervous strong man and told him how to drive the Quyuanli.
Countless Xuzhou refugees watched in the flickering lights that the person in charge of civil affairs in Dongjun was so courteous and virtuous, and a strange feeling arose in everyone's heart.
A lot of the hostility in Wan Min's heart slowly dissipated with Fang Guang's gestures and inaudible whispers.
After half an hour of guidance, the strong man mastered the method of the curved shaft plow.
Fang Guang adjusted the plow tracks himself, and Dian Wei helped harness the oxen, and the middle-aged man drove the plow truck and started galloping on the riverbank.
On the first round trip, the Xuzhou man was still a little nervous and slow, but it was far better than what Xu Shu thought.
Starting from the second course, the man's whole body was focused on the plow. He drove the plow and watched the yellow land on the riverbank rolling away rapidly under his feet. He felt indescribably happy in his heart.
"The cows are running wildly, and my wife and I are happy!"
When the man was plowing the fields and plowing the soil, he started to sing in Xuzhou accent.
Tens of thousands of people here couldn't help but sing along with the man. Many people burst into tears thinking about the ups and downs of the journey to the west.
When the man finished plowing an acre of river beach land, the last few grains of sand fell out of the hourglass that Yu Jin brought.
"How about it, Yuan Zhi? It's all done in one hour. I didn't lie to you, did I?"
"Go and see if my plow can plow a foot deep!"
Fang Guang knew that wheat and beans had to be thirty centimeters long to be considered deeply cultivated. He also knew that before the advent of the plow in the Tang Dynasty, no piece of land in Kyushu could really be considered deeply cultivated!
Xu Shu pursed her lower lip and stared at the hourglass for a long time, then ran towards the river beach.
I almost tripped over a boulder on the way but didn't care. I lay down on the ground next to the field bank and put my hands into the soil.
After a long while, the counselor who burned Li Dian and Xia Houdun a few years later looked up at the sky, his eyes already slightly red.
He slowly walked from the riverbank to Fang Guang, with firelight shining in his eyes.
"Mr. Datong, please don't blame me for being rude to you just now! This thing, this thing is the work of man and woman. It is indeed much sharper than the right time and place!"
"The Quyuan plow, it's called the Quyuan plow. With just one thing, there will be millions more acres of fertile land in the world, and millions of dendrobiums of rice and grain, which will cost tens of thousands of lives!"
"What does Xu Shu's philosophy mean in front of this rice grain?"
Zhuge Liang's little fanboy sighed loudly, and Fang Guang nodded with a smile. Only an expert could see the extraordinary things he did with ease.
Rather than proposing a plan to set fire to someone today and attacking and slaughtering an entire city tomorrow, your own solid barrel-drawn cart and curved-shaft plow are the feats that will change the world.
"Mr. Yuan Zhi, then I will ask Zao Zhuan to arrange a position for you. When Duke Ming returns to the army, I will introduce you to him!"
"That's natural, that's natural. Since we lose, we will naturally listen to Datong's orders."
"It's just...it's just that my mother is still in Nanyang. Can you ask for leave from Datong and give me two months to bring my family from Nanyang and listen to my husband's instructions?"
Xu Shu knew that what he said was like a defeat looking for excuses, and even after saying a few words, his face turned red.
"Okay, that's it. I'll wait for Brother Xu to come back to Cangtingjin on the 60th!"
"Brother Xu, please give me my regards to Mr. Wolong. I hope that one day, Fang Guang will be able to have a good chat with the world's leading figures!"
Fang Guang didn't even raise his eyebrows, waved his hand to Dian Wei Yujin who was about to speak, and agreed.
Xu Shu nodded seriously.
"Fang Qilin, indeed, has the same temperament as Mr. Wolong. Mr. Wolong will be happy to hear what Datong said today!"
"Farewell. In two months, I will stay with Datong and learn more about the art of farming and mulberry farming!"
Without saying another word, Xu Shu pushed his way through the crowd, got on the donkey tied by the road, and walked slowly south.
Dian Wei watched the Confucian scholar Lunjin walk away, rubbing his hands and shaking his head with a regretful expression.
"Datong, I won't come back. Scholars can't believe it!"
"That's it, Lieutenant Fang, do you want me to send someone to intercept him on the road and tie him up to your Excellency?"
Dian Wei and Yu Jin expressed a high degree of distrust in Xu Shu's character.
Fang Guang shook his head and spoke calmly.
"In two months, Yuan Zhi will definitely come back here and will always serve me as a robe from now on!"
"How about betting a year's salary?"
Fang Guang's hook was too straight just now. When he heard Betting Dianwei and Yu Jin laughing, they didn't answer, and walked away with a smile.
At this time, many people in Xuzhou crowded to Quyuanli and watched carefully, and the crowd was filled with exclamations of amazement.
Among the people, the old man with a white beard walked tremblingly to Fang Guang's side, his eyes full of hope.
"Sir...the sacred object that your lord took out today, can we and the people in Xuzhou use it in the future?"
Fang Guangdao: "Of course, this plow is the farm tool that I promised you that Yanzhou should bring out!"
"In addition to this, the trolley also has agricultural fertilizer made by the fertilizer workshop I prepared in Dong'a. You can take it as you wish!"
"I won't be able to catch up this year. By next year, I will have prepared wheat and bean seeds. How can I still dare to farm?"
When Fang Guang said something, the old man with the white beard trembled and waited for him to finish.
The old man and countless people in Xuzhou shouted together.
"We are willing to follow Mr. Datong to farm the fields!"
“We’ve decided to plant this land!”
Seeing Fang Guang's calm expression, the old man boldly spoke.
"Sir, if there are not enough plows in Qingzhou Military House, do we have to wait?"
"What are you waiting for? Except for the trolleys, both families have them. For the rest of the agricultural tools and crops, Yanzhou is only suitable for farming households. You can rest assured that by this time next year, your income will be multiple times that of military households!"
Naturally, when Fang Guang promotes farming, he first needs to set a good example.
After hearing Master Fang say that the treatment of farm households was higher than that of military households in Qingzhou, the people of Xuzhou cheered together.
Dian Wei and Yu Jin couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly when they saw the people cheering.
Qingzhou soldiers are not easy to mess with. If your husband and son come back and want to come to Yanzhou, there will probably be trouble!
A competition for land reclamation has come to an end.
Fang Guang also asked Yu Jin to distribute the grain to the people, and he promised to come here every other day before leaving Xuzhou Baixin Camp.
While riding on horseback, you can still see the people of Xuzhou standing in front of the wooden village to see each other off very far away.
The girl with big eyes is the most eye-catching standing under the torch.
Fang Guang looked at the girl's white teeth under the firelight, touching her nose and looking in the direction of Xuzhou, and the corners of her mouth widened.