Chapter 167 Zhang Song's Experience in Xiangyang (2)
When the two returned to the post house, they had already prepared a carriage and boarded it directly to drive out of the city.
On the official road outside the city, Zhang Song lifted the curtain of his car and took a look, then shouted, "Stop!"
Regardless of Yi Ji, he jumped out of the car and walked directly to the stream not far away.
There is a waterwheel in the stream. As the waterwheel operates, the water flows toward the farmland.
Zhang Song was like a child, squatting next to the waterwheel and watching, "It's wonderful, this waterwheel is really wonderful!"
Yi Ji's voice came from behind, "This is a new water wheel developed by the Scientific Research Institute. As long as it is placed in the water, it can use the power of the water flow to run on its own."
"It's a good thing, but if it is used like this all the time, it might not be conducive to Jingchu's water system circulation, right?"
Yi Ji looked at Zhang Song with some admiration. He was indeed a wise man in the world, and he could still consider the disadvantages of the waterwheel.
Yiji took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and jumped into the boy. He didn't know what he did, but the waterwheel stopped running.
"These waterwheels have switches. As long as the turning machine is blocked, it will not move again."
"This, this, this... this is really a good thing that benefits the country and the people." Zhang Song's eyes lit up as he looked at the waterwheel.
"Hey, those two boys, why did you turn off the water tanker? We are all waiting for water! How can we plant rice seedlings without water?"
An old farmer's cry came from afar. Yi Ji and Zhang Song laughed a few times and turned on the waterwheel again.
In early February, it was the time when farmers were planting rice seedlings. Zhang Song reached out and pulled Yi Ji up, teasingly saying, "Uncle Ji, let's go. They don't want to see us anymore."
Yi Ji shook his head and said with a smile, "That's not okay. If you don't want to see us, we should go over and apologize. Running away is not what a man would do, is it?"
Yiji's wet feet were covered with mud, and he didn't put on any shoes or socks, so he walked towards the old farmer barefoot.
"You little bastard, be careful as you step on my rice field!"
"Old man, don't worry." Yi Ji replied with a smile. After approaching, he pointed at Zhang Song again, "This is my friend in Xichuan. If you don't want to say how good the people of Xichuan are, I will bring him here."
Look at the lives of our people in Jingchu!"
"Hey!"
When the old farmer heard this, he was not happy. He stopped the cattle pulling the plow and glanced at Zhang Song. "You Xichuan people, no matter how good your life is, can you be as strong as our Jingchu people? Can you be as good as our Chu lords to the people?"
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Zhang Song ignored the old farmer and looked straight at the plow being pulled by the oxen.
The old farmer smiled, showing his yellow teeth, "You haven't seen it before, but this thing is a good thing that the Lord of Chu got for us people. See how I can do it for you!"
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"Moo!"
The old farmer scolded, the cattle mooed, and started walking forward again.
Yiji saw the old farmer opening up wasteland and asked, "Old man, are you planning to open up more fields?"
"Isn't that right? The Marquis of Chu is kind and pays as much tax as he wants. I will plant more varieties and pay more taxes to the government, and I will be able to harvest more food myself." The old farmer stuck his plow and replied with a smile.
In this era, there were pristine forest fields everywhere. Liu Cong was not worried about destroying nature at all, but called on the people to work hard to open up wasteland and save more food.
"That boy, do you have plows and waterwheels like ours in Jingchu in Xichuan? Do you have a wise and good official like the Marquis of Chu?" The old farmer suddenly turned to Zhang Song.
Zhang Song bowed to the old farmer and said, "This junior is sitting in the well and looking at the sky."
He said this sincerely. He once thought that Xichuan was the land of abundance and that the people of Xichuan lived a good life. Now, compared with Jingchu, hehe...
After bidding farewell to the old farmer, Yi Ji and Zhang Song got in the car again and headed to the school.
"There are only 80,000 cattle, mules and horses among the people in Jingzhou. The common people can only share one head for several villages, which is not enough." In the car, Yi Ji said to Zhang Song again.
"The government also has 50,000 plowing oxen, and they don't rent them out. If any village wants to cultivate land, report it to the government. It only requires a labor fee, and the government will send people to plow the land."
Zhang Song said seriously, "The Marquis of Chu is kind, generous to the people, and cares about the people. No one in the world can match him."
Not long after, they arrived at the school, and Zhang Song couldn't wait to get out of the car. After Yi Ji revealed his identity, the door let them in.
When you enter the school gate, you can see the eternal quatrains written by Liu Cong.
“Establish your heart for heaven and earth!
Make a living for the people!
Continuing the unique learning for the Holy Spirit!
Create peace for all eternity!”
"Magnificent! A powerful sentence for the ages!" Although these four sentences have been spread all over the world for a long time, Zhang Song couldn't help but sigh when he saw this monument in person.
Now it seems that Liu Cong, the Marquis of Chu, was more than first-class in martial arts and martial arts. He was simply a wise master who has never been seen in a century!
"Let's go, let's go take a look inside the academy." Yi Ji sighed as he looked at Zhang Song with a smile.
Not only Zhang Song, but also himself, including Jingchu officials, who could have imagined that Liu Cong could make Jingchu almost change the world!
"The Master said: "Learn and practice from time to time." In the classroom, Liu Biao was holding a book and giving lectures to the students.
The old fingers grabbed the chalk and struck it on the blackboard, but it was particularly powerful!
Chalk is made by mixing lime powder with water and then putting it into a mold to dry. The scientific research institute studied the proportions several times before successfully making it. As for the blackboard, it is even simpler. Just use a piece of wood and paint it with black paint.
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Liu Biao wrote Liu Cong's regular script. After discovering this font, Liu Biao stopped writing official script.
"Wang Tao, are you sleepy again?" After turning around, Liu Biao flew out of the chalk in his hand and yelled at a student at the end of the classroom.
"Sir, I...I..." The child who was named hurriedly stood up.
Although Liu Biao was a prince before, he fell in love with this profession since he became a teacher. Liu Biao was very strict with his students.
"Wang Tao, please stand up."
"Ah? Mr. Xie." Wang Tao, who thought he was going to get slapped with a ruler, stood up overjoyed and thanked Liu Biao.
Liu Biao put down the book in his hand and said earnestly, "Some of you are from well-off families, and some are from poor families. But no matter what, if you want to be successful in the future and achieve something, you must study hard."
"These books, as well as the opportunity to study, are all given to you by the government. Your parents have high hopes for you, and the government has high hopes for you. You must not slack off, do you understand?"
"Understood, sir." The children replied in unison. As for how many of them really love reading, it is unknown.
"Ding ding ding!"
"Ding ding ding!"
The sound of the gong came, and Liu Biao said with the expectant eyes of the children, "School is over, there are no homework assignments today. You all have a good rest and have enough energy. You must have a good class tomorrow."
"Oh! Long live sir!"
After cheering, the children ran out of the classroom excitedly.
Liu Biao stroked his beard and looked at the children who ran out, with a smile on his lips, "These little bastards are more happy than anything else when they hear that they don't have to do their homework."
After all the children ran out, Yi Ji took Zhang Song into the classroom.
"I, Yi Ji, pay my respects to my old lord." Yi Ji kowtowed to Liu Biao.