Chapter 73 The necessary artifact to travel through the Tang Dynasty
Fang Jun didn't know that the mighty and domineering His Majesty Li Er had seen through the "self-defeat" plot, and was busy preparing for spring plowing at the farm.
Seeing that the New Year is approaching, the ice will melt and the snow will disappear after the New Year, and spring plowing has been put on the agenda.
The level of farming in this era was extremely low. For large landowners like the Fang family, spring plowing every year was nothing more than a battle. The plan for a year lies in spring, and whether spring plowing goes smoothly is related to the year's harvest.
All preparations must be made in advance.
In the past few days, Fang Jun came to the farm for a thorough investigation.
The result is only one word - backward!
There is no seed selection, poor breeding, primitive farming technology, dependence on fertilizer and water management, and backward control of pests and diseases...
Fang Jun couldn't help but sigh: With farming like this, it's a miracle that half of the Tang Dynasty's population didn't starve to death! Is it possible that all the people in the Tang Dynasty ate half full every day?
Facing the current situation, Fang Jun felt mixed with joy and pity.
What is pitiful is that the people of the Tang Dynasty actually relied on such primitive and backward farming conditions to support a population of 12 million people with 5 million hectares of cultivated land.
I am happy that I can finally show off my skills in the professional field.
The "chemistry test" a few days ago really hit Fang Jun's self-confidence. Now that he is back in the field he is good at, he is instantly confident and full of energy.
Of course, those advanced biotechnologies were of no use, and all he could rely on was his experience and knowledge.
"There are twenty-seven copper coins and more than one hundred pieces of silk existing in the village..."
After hearing Fang Quan's report, Fang Jun covered his forehead and sighed. This was all the property he could control at the moment. Fortunately, the seeds for spring cultivation were already prepared and there was no need to spend extra money to buy them. As for asking for help from his family, Fang Jun never thought about it.
As an adult man, it is the responsibility to share the worries of the family, rather than just causing trouble.
Since time traveling, whether he took the initiative to fight with King Qi Li You or King Wei Li Tai, or passively stepped on King Han's house, it had brought great impact and trouble to the family, and Fang Jun felt a little guilty.
As the saying goes, "keeping the family in order can govern the country and bring peace to the world." No matter where his ambition is, "keeping the family in order" is a heavy burden that a man must shoulder.
Fang Jun didn't have any big ideas, he just wanted to lighten some of the burden on his family.
After listening to Fang Quan's report, combined with what he knew about the current situation, his mind was racing, trying to find a path suitable for the rapid development of the Fang family manor.
After thinking about it, almost all methods require a large amount of financial support to achieve results in the short term.
But ten thousand years is too long, let’s seize the day!
There is only one way.
reform!
Reform from the inside out, from top to bottom.
First, start with changing the production tools.
Fang Jun took out his homemade "pencil" and scribbled on the rice paper while meditating.
The corners of Fang Quan's eyes twitched as he could see easily...
There is no other way. As long as he sees Erlang writing and drawing on rice paper, Fang Quan feels tight in his chest. He wonders what Erlang is going to make a pile of rocks and sand to burn...
I leaned over and took a look, feeling a little relieved.
There are not some weird names on the rice paper, but some graphics, outlined with thin charcoal pencils, with clear outlines.
"It turns out it's a plow...or a plow..." The whole house is made of old crop handles. After just one glance, you can tell that it is a plow that has been disassembled.
But when I looked at it again, I realized something wasn't quite right.
"Eh? Why is this plow stick curved... The shape of the plowshare is also different... Sigh, our Erlang is really miserable. We don't even know what a plow stick looks like. We can't be good at martial arts. What will happen to the master who doesn’t even know how to use a plow? I’m afraid he will be worried..."
Fang Quan sighed in his heart and was very worried about Erlang who didn't even know how to plow a stick.
After a while, Fang Jun finished the drawing.
Not only had he seen the Quyuan plow, but he had also operated it himself. He thought that he had just graduated and was assigned to the county agricultural technology station. As the only college student in the unit, he also set a good example.
It’s so hard to recall the glorious past...
Feeling deeply in his heart, he said to Fang Quan: "Uncle Quan, are there carpenters in Zhuangzi?"
"Of course there are, but Erlang, we already have three or five plow sticks in Zhuangzi. We don't need to make them anymore. If we make too many, there won't be so many oxen. Besides, your drawing is wrong. ..." Fang Quan nodded and said.
Although I also feel that it is a bit bad to expose Fang Jun's mistakes like this. After all, he is the young master of the master's family and it is embarrassing.
But he still couldn't help it and wanted to say: Erlang, don't make trouble...
Fang Jun was surprised. He thought there was something wrong with the Quyuanli he drew. He quickly checked it carefully and found nothing wrong. He couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Uncle Quan, what's wrong?"
Quyuli is known as "the essential artifact for traveling through the Tang Dynasty". It would be a tragedy if you remember it wrong!
What went wrong?
You've done everything wrong, you haven't done anything serious at all!
Fang Quan endured it and didn't dare to say anything. After all, this Erlang's temper was really bad. If he offended him and scolded him, would he still want his old face?
"I'm going to find a carpenter right now."
Let the carpenter tell you later, Fang Quan thought.
After a while, Fang Quan called the old carpenter from the village.
The old carpenter's surname was Liu, and he was known as Liu Laoshi. He didn't have a name, so everyone just called him that.
Liu Laoshi is over fifty this year. His back is slightly hunched, his tall body is a bit stooped, his hair is graying, and his face is covered with wrinkles and ridges, making him look very old.
However, he walked steadily and his eyes were very bright.
"This is our carpenter in Zhuangzi, named Liu Laoshi. He has been with our family for more than 20 years. He is an absolute old man. He has a great character and his craftsmanship is unparalleled. There are two foreign ministers from the Ministry of Industry who have been trained by Liu Laoshi. ”
Fang Quan gave a brief introduction and winked at Liu Laoshi.
On the way here, he had already made arrangements for Liu Laoshi, and took the opportunity to advise Erlang not to lose his mind by playing with things and do whatever he wants.
When Fang Jun heard this, he said politely: "Master Liu..."
Unexpectedly, this greeting immediately startled Liu Laoshi. With a pop, he knelt down and said in a panic: "Erlang... Zhesha is an old man. I must not be called a master..."
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Fang Jun was speechless. We are just being polite. Do you still take it seriously?
Don't say you are a craftsman, you are someone who repairs tires, pumps air, repairs bicycles, grinds scissors and does pedicures on the street, let's call you master...
But he completely ignored the era in which he lived.
Liu Laoshi thought he would really treat him as his master if he called him "Master", but he was panicked because of Fang Jun's attitude.
Regardless of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, or earlier dynasties, craftsmen are an absolutely inferior term, a group of people at the bottom of society.
Why?
In all dynasties, Taoism was valued over weapons, craftsmanship was at the end of the line, and craftsman service was at the lowest level.
Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce constituted the social hierarchy in ancient China. Scholars and officials composed of scholars are the social elite and occupy the highest status in society. Agriculture is vital to the country and society. Farming, reading and passing down family traditions are a good thing to talk about, and caring about agriculture will be respected morally.
Craftsmen are craftsmen who have both the roles of laborers and craftsmen. Most of them have been working hard for generations, have no chance to learn culture, live at the bottom, are bullied, and their work is regarded as vulgar and dirty.
The dignified second son-in-law of the house and the future emperor's son-in-law were so polite to him, why didn't he feel frightened and uneasy?
Fang Jun touched his nose and figured this out. He patted Liu Laoshi on the shoulder and said with a straight face: "Old Liu..."
"Alas! Just tell Erlang if you have any orders. I have no other skills. I only have these skillful hands. As long as I fly in the sky and run on the ground, there is nothing I can't do! Erlang, if you want to make something for fun, tell me. , I will do it immediately!”
Liu Laoshi was obviously more accustomed to Fang Jun's casual attitude, and his expression became more relaxed.
Fang Quan was speechless immediately and glared angrily at Liu Laoshi, who looked fawning.
Have you forgotten what I just taught you to say?
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