Chapter 1262 Spring Field
The light rain has been falling for many days. The spring rain is as precious as oil. The whole Guanzhong is smiling with joy because of this beautiful spring rain. Sufficient water means that the crops will grow better after spring plowing, and it also indicates that this year will be a good year with good weather and good weather.
Rain in spring is more precious than in summer. When seeds are planted in the ground, they will germinate and take root faster. Strong seedlings are too fragile and need more water to nourish them. As long as the spring rains are more frequent, even if the summer rains are not ridiculously low, a heavy harvest is inevitable.
Simple people regard Fang Jun as a god. They firmly believe that Fang Jun is the god who descended to earth to "bring Buddha to all families". Otherwise, how can we explain that in the past, there were droughts or floods. God was always against the farmers, but Fang Jun took office in Jingzhao. Things went smoothly after Yin's death. If you want the wind to be windy, if you want the rain to be rainy?
A simple carriage slowly passed through the path winding between the woods. The poplar trees on both sides had just sprouted their bright yellow buds. The rain was pouring and the air was moist. It was quiet and peaceful among the mountains and forests. Only the occasional bird was heard by the sound of horse hooves. Frightened, it fluttered its wings and flew up from the treetops, lingering in the mountains.
Wei Zheng opened the car curtain, and a fresh, earthy air filled his nose instantly. He took a greedy breath, and it seemed that all the pain in his internal organs was washed away.
The road is paved with cement and has been washed clean by the rain. It is no longer the pitted and muddy situation of the mountain road when it encounters rain. It is smooth and smooth. The horse-drawn carriage drives on it swayingly, and you can't even feel the slightest bump.
Wei Zheng hung the car curtain on the hook, leaving it wide open and letting the cool mountain breeze carry the slightest bits of rainwater to drift into the car. He reached out to pick up a small silver wine bottle placed beside him, pulled out the stopper, and filled it. A sip of liquor.
"Cough, cough, cough." The chest seemed to be burned by a scorching flame, and the cold air in the body was instantly dissipated. However, the weak body that had been on the bed for many days could not bear the burning sensation, and coughed violently for a while.
The driver was startled and quickly slowed down. He looked back at Wei Zheng in the carriage and asked worriedly: "How is the master?"
Wei Zheng waved his hand, took a breath, and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
The traffic jam was relieved. The whip in his hand was raised high and made a whip. It made a crisp sound in the air. The strong horse pulling the cart took a cheerful step and gradually accelerated along the mountain road.
The mountain road turned a corner in front, and the forest suddenly became sparse. Looking around, the entire hillside slowly extended toward the Wei River in the distance. Large areas of fertile fields lay between the sky and the earth, with farmers plowing cattle and working on them. .
The farmers, wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, were busy plowing the ground while controlling the oxen and pulling the "Zhenguan plow". The rain is pouring, and the moist soil is turned up in large chunks, tightly pressing the water under the soil layer. When spring plowing begins in a few days, the seeds planted will be able to absorb more water and grow faster. germination, faster growth.
For an official who always has the people of the world in mind, there is nothing more gratifying and joyful than the scene before him...
Wei Zheng was in high spirits. He leaned against the car window and asked, "Whose field is this?"
The coachman straightened up slightly on the shaft to get a better view. After looking around, he said: "It should be the land of Yin Fangjun's family in Jingzhao. The year before last, there was a snowstorm in Guanzhong. Countless people were displaced and thousands of victims were housed." Jun took it over and placed it here. His Majesty gave Fang Jun and many fields. He also bought a large amount of wasteland from the imperial court. After careful management, the wasteland that was originally gravel and thatch became first-class fertile land, feeding thousands of homeless victims. Now it is the surrounding area of Chang'an. Zhuangzi, the richest and most prosperous person, is jealous of many people.”
It was obvious that the coachman admired and admired Fang Jun's actions, and his words were inevitably mixed with unabashed goodwill.
Then, the driver stood on the shaft of the carriage and pointed to the continuous greenhouses on one side of the mountain and said with a smile: "Look, that's the Fang family's greenhouse. The Fang family grows vegetables in winter and sells them in the market. Even water spinach can be sold for a sky-high price. They actually made a lot of money. In the spring, they raised seedlings in the greenhouse. Other families planted rice seeds during spring plowing, but the Fang family planted seedlings, so the output every year was one of the best in Guanzhong. .”
Wei Zheng looked out of the car window, and sure enough, the greenhouses in Shanyang were closely packed together, and there were countless rows upon rows of them. If the transparent glass is exposed to the sun, it will shine brightly and dazzle the eyes.
I secretly admired Fang Jun, this boy is really a big deal. With so many greenhouses, growing vegetables in winter is a daily income, and raising seedlings in spring can increase the yield of the field by half. It is unreasonable for people not to get rich. !
Wei Zheng became interested and waved his hand towards the coachman: "That guy Fang Jun is not doing his job properly. He leaves all the affairs of Jingzhao Mansion to his subordinates and hides in the village to enjoy the happiness. It's really outrageous! It's almost noon, let's Go and see if Fang Jun is here. If so, it’s a good time to have a meal.”
The coachman opened his mouth wide and looked at his master with round eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating...
Wei Zheng went to someone else's house to eat?
What a joke!
Who doesn't know that this Lord Attendant is one of the most selfless people in the world. Normally, he would not accept even half a penny, but would actually go to other people's houses to pay for his meal?
Seeing the coachman's expression as if he had swallowed an egg, Wei Zheng was not displeased. He smiled and said, "You don't know something. Fang Jun is the best at enjoying things. He is famous for not getting tired of fine food and fine food. The most common ingredients prepared by him are the delicacies of the world. Go quickly, I am already a glutton! ”
The driver was speechless...
Is this still the upright and upright head of the family?
However, the owner of the house had orders, and even if he still had doubts in his heart, he had no choice but to wave his whip and drive the carriage along a cement-paved road towards the greenhouse in the mountain sun.
On the roadside, an old farmer took off his bamboo hat, picked up a gourd placed on the field, put his mouth into the gourd's mouth, and drank a large mouthful of water. Then he let out a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the sweat and rainwater mixed on his forehead, and looked at the grandson in the field controlling the plow stick and driving the cattle to plow the fields, his old eyes were full of joy.
The grandson's slightly thin body is holding on to the big plow stick. The strong plowing ox in front is walking slowly with its tail swung. The fine iron plowshare is polished by the earth, plowing in the land. Pass by, and there is a straight field ridge behind you.
"Well, I'm not that old, but I'm really good at plowing."
An old voice sounded from his ears, startling the old farmer. When he looked back, he saw an old man with a thin appearance and dressed in regular clothes standing behind him with his hands folded. There was a plainly decorated carriage parked on the cement road not far away.
After saying this, the old man looked at the young man plowing in the fields with squinted eyes and a smile, with a very happy expression on his face.
The old farmer quickly bowed down and said respectfully: "I have met Duke Xuan Cheng."
Xuancheng was Wei Zheng's name. People loved this upright and upright official who dared to criticize the emperor, so they called him Xuancheng Gong.
Wei Zheng was slightly surprised: "Do you recognize me?"
The old farmer stood up and said with a smile: "Who in the world doesn't know the selfless and selfless Duke Xuan Cheng?"
Wei Zheng laughed and did not dwell on the matter. He pointed to the young man operating the plow in the field with great interest: "Grandson?"
"Yes, I am thirteen this year. In two years, I will be able to start a family, marry a wife and have children, and establish a family to continue the family life."
The old farmer's wrinkled old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Yes, you have such skills at a young age, and you will definitely be an outstanding farmer in the future."
"No, no, no, Mr. Xuancheng misunderstood. It's just that there are only two of us in the family, my grandfather and my grandson. The spring plowing is busy and the old man can't handle it alone. So he took the farm leave from school and went home to help. After the spring plowing is over, , we still have to go back to school to go to school. That's it, but our grandson is praised by the teachers in the school for his good handwriting and first-class knowledge. Even Fang Erlang said that he would recommend someone to serve the country in the future. After all, he is an official! ”
The old farmer's old eyes shone brightly, his rickety body straightened up, and his words gradually became full of pride and pride.
Now it was Wei Zheng's turn to be surprised!
"But I see what this young man can do, it's not like a scholar can do it, even a farmer with many years of experience can do this."
Could it be that this kid is a genius in farming? (End of chapter)