Chapter 46: Be a small landowner with ideals (Part 2)
The Fang family's two thousand acres of land are all mountainous. Although the terrain is relatively gentle, it is definitely not fertile. At least watering and irrigation is a trouble. In addition, the farming technology is extremely low these days, so it is strange that the yield is high.
Plant the seeds in the ground and hope for a harvest. It’s a miracle that people don’t starve to death...
How to increase food production?
The Fang family has too many ways, including high-quality fertilizers, excellent seeds, advanced farming techniques...
Is it even possible to create hybrid rice?
The Fang family looked at the snow-covered fields with burning eyes, and their hearts beat loudly. It seems that being a small landowner is not bad at all?
Of course, we were born under the red flag and grew up in the new century. Even if we were to be a small landowner in ancient times, we would still have to be a small landowner with ideals, goals, abilities, and conscience. As for three wives and four concubines, Yes, ahem, there can also be...
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This five-entry house seems to occupy a very large area, but it is not spacious inside, but it is well-organized and has a strong book atmosphere. It is really a scholarly family.
Fang Jun dismounted and walked slowly into the house with his hands behind his back.
There are two stone lions with round heads and plump bellies standing at the main entrance. Between the two stone lions is the central axis of the entire house. The buildings in the courtyard are completely symmetrical from south to north. The main hall is pressed on the central axis, and on the left There are wing rooms, and there is the same wing room on the right side. The rooms are connected and facing each other. It seemed that the layout was no different from the courtyard houses he was familiar with, except that the layout was more compact and the patio space was much smaller. Although the architecture was exquisite and detailed, it felt slightly cramped.
Although slightly compact in plan, it stands out in height. Except for the main hall and wing rooms with two entrances, there are two or three-story buildings in the back courtyard. There are four symmetrical rooms on the left and right of each entrance. The upper room is on the front, the wing rooms are on the east and west, and the reverse hall is on the south. They face each other on all sides and are shaped like a Chinese character. There is a courtyard in the center, forming a small courtyard.
From the third to the fifth entrance, six seemingly independent but interconnected courtyards are separated by looping corridors. The houses are distributed in an orderly manner, with adjoining courtyards, facing doors, and connected corridors extending in all directions. There are also rockeries and ponds, and pavilions and trees are dotted among the white walls and black tiles. If it is summer, the green trees, red flowers, mountains and rivers will be quiet. Duandi is a good place to escape the summer heat.
When he arrived at the main hall, Fang Jun sighed.
There are no tables and chairs, and there are only a few flat, low, raised square tables on the polished wooden floor. The tables are covered with mats and mattresses. This is the "couch" in "Sweep the Couch and Wait".
Those things like bar stools were considered barbaric things at this time. It was okay to prepare two of them in the bedroom, but they were not worthy of being refined.
Qiao'er emerged from nowhere, holding a teacup in her hand, followed by Wu Meiniang.
Both women were dressed in fox fur, which covered their slender figures, especially Wu Meiniang. The snow-white fox collar made her flowery face look more mysterious and hazy. She almost looked like a trained fox demon, specialized in Mesmerizing...
Fang Jun's fiery gaze made Wu Meiniang blush, a little embarrassed, but her heart felt sweet. She moved lightly, put the tray in her hand on a table, bit her red lips and said: "Bedroom We haven’t finished packing yet, so Erlang needs to rest for a while and have some snacks.”
A lady is beautiful, gentle and dignified.
Fang Jun sighed, is this Her Majesty Queen Zetian who will engulf Liuhe and hold the world in her hands in the future? The gap is quite big...
Qiao'er, however, took the tea cup and put it on the table, with a sweet smile on her face and a look of hope: "Erlang, try the tea I brewed. I've been learning for a long time, so drink it while it's hot, right?" ”
Last time Fang Jun drank the tea she brewed until he vomited, which had a huge impact on Qiao'er's confidence. The little maid worked hard and bought a lot of food for the nanny in Lu's room, and then she learned the advanced tea-making skills. , felt that he was ready to start teaching, so he eagerly presented the treasure.
When Fang Jun thought of the oily "tea", he felt nauseated, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched unconsciously. He must not drink that thing, it will kill him...
But if you don't drink, Qiao'er's good intentions will be wasted. Looking at the little maid's face begging for praise, Fang Jun can't bear it.
Could it be that someone really wants to act out a scene in which a Buddha serves a tiger and cuts his flesh to feed an eagle?
Just at this moment, Lu Cheng's appearance saved Fang Jun from dire straits.
Hearing that Fang Jun had arrived at the village, Lu Cheng hurried over in a hurry. When he saw Fang Jun, he raised his hands and said with a look of fear: "Erlang, you are disgraceful to your mission..."
Fang Jun was stunned and asked: "Can't you do it?"
Lu Cheng smiled bitterly and said: "The hot pot is not a big problem, it has been made. As for the carriage... it has also been built. Unfortunately, the spiral device was studied day and night by the best old blacksmith in the blacksmith shop. In the end, we didn’t get the point..."
Fang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The spring is a bit difficult. I just imagined it. How can I make a spring without enough elastic steel? How far is the blacksmith shop from here?"
Lu Chengdao: "On the hillside behind Zhuangzi."
Fang Jun quickly said: "Take me to see..."
With that said, he pulled Lu Cheng and ran away as if running away.
Qiaoer was anxious and shouted: "Erlang, I haven't drunk the tea yet..."
It's okay if she doesn't say it. If she says that, Fang Jun can run faster than a rabbit...
Wu Meiniang's eyes flashed, her pretty face was confused, a carriage? hot pot? spring? What the hell are those...
After going around from the back of Zhuangzi, you can see a flat path winding all the way to the top of the mountain.
After turning two corners along the path, we entered a small mountain col.
A row of dilapidated brick houses were built in the mountain col, and several dark caves appeared on the hillside. The entrances of the caves were supported by wooden boards and pillars, which were obviously used to prevent cave collapse.
I wipe it!
Fang Jun was in a daze. Is this a mine?
"Five years ago, the blacksmith discovered a vein of pyrite here and reported it to the imperial court. Because the family leader suffered a loss when His Majesty rewarded the ministers, Your Majesty has always felt guilty, so he gave the vein to the family owner at that time. Unfortunately, it was not It was the blacksmith who made a mistake, and the output of yellow iron has never been high.”
Lu Cheng explained in detail.
Fang Jun felt that he was almost speechless. Although he studied agriculture, he also took chemistry classes. Is pyrite used to make iron? Don't be ridiculous, okay? Pyrite is a disulfide of iron and is the main raw material for the production of sulfur and sulfuric acid.
Although he doesn’t know how to extract it...
But ironmaking is definitely not a success!
Wait...
Fang Jun glanced around and saw a large pile of dark ore piled on one side of the col. What was that? Pyrite shouldn't be this color, right? Could it be coal?
He walked over and found that it was a scaly ore with smooth tentacles, and he suddenly felt excited.
Could it be graphite?
Oh my god, I'm so prosperous now!
This is the best refractory material! As we all know, the quality of steel in ancient times has not been improving. One reason is the poor quality of iron ore, and another important reason is that the temperature for steelmaking is not enough!
Fang Jun immediately thought of a killer weapon for steelmaking—the graphite crucible!
Well, here comes the problem again: He studied agriculture, and his major is not the right one. He doesn’t know how to make that thing... Fang Jun is extremely depressed. This brother is here to solve the food and clothing problem of Datang. Is there still going to be a medieval industrial revolution?
(End of chapter)