Chapter 2632 Everyone has their own thoughts
Dou Jing came to Fang Jun excitedly, rubbed his hands, his face was full of excitement, and said cautiously: "The arrival of Jiahe into the world is a rare auspiciousness. As a minister of agriculture, I must submit a memorial. It’s just that we need Fang Shaobao’s guidance on how to draft this memorial.”
This is not his modesty. Corn is the Golden Harvest of the Golden Age. But from the time when he strongly advocated sending a fleet to sea, until he obtained this overseas Golden Harvest and returned to the Tang Dynasty, and then placed it in Lishan Farm to cultivate it carefully, until now it has achieved fruitful results. , every step cannot be separated from Fang Jun.
Even if Dou Jing dares to take credit for such achievements, who in the world would believe it?
I'm afraid His Majesty Li Er will be the first to spare him.
Furthermore, was he really so obsessed with his achievements that he dared to rob Fang Jun’s things? Definitely not. Even though this boy was always respectful to him, he didn't have any respect at all. He was afraid that if the compilation of "Nongshu" did not require the strong support of Sinong Temple, others would not even bother to pay attention to him.
Although the Dou family is a descendant of the family, Dou Jing is not a direct descendant of the Dou family. He can never offend Fang Jun. If he can get some light in this matter and leave his name in the history books, it will be a blessing from the sky. Pie...
Fang Jun touched the short mustache on his lips, thought about it, and felt that this memorial was indeed very necessary.
The corn yield in the 21st century is about one thousand kilograms. The gap between hills and plains is very large, and the gap can often be doubled. There are no chemical fertilizers and pesticides these days. It is not easy to grow corn to the current yield of three to four hundred kilograms per mu under my careful care.
In the future, it will be promoted to all parts of the world. The average yield of a tree can be one or two hundred pounds per mu, which is considered to be the top of the world. But even so, it is a food crop with a yield that is definitely no less than that of rice. Compared with rice, it is better able to adapt to a certain degree of drought and soil quality. Corn under such conditions will inevitably enter the stage of history and become one of the staple foods of the Chinese nation.
Dou Jing danced with joy: "To put it bluntly, Fang Shaobao, your contribution is comparable to that of Hou Ji! You should be the main focus of this memorial. If I can follow you and take advantage of it, it will be fulfilled."
Fang Jun grinned and looked at this royal family member, quite speechless.
He actually compared us to Houji!
Who is Hou Ji?
"During the Tang Dynasty, there was a severe drought for seven years, the sand was broken and the rocks were broken, and the world was hungry. Houji was the first time that hundreds of grains fell, and the people were harvested, and all nations were righteous." Therefore, Houji is called "the ancestor of farming and the god of grains"!
"Shangshu Lu Xing" lists Boyi, Dayu, and Houji as the "Three Empresses", and comments that "the three empresses were successful, but Yin served the people."
"Shang Shu·Tang Gao" collectively refers to Dayu, Gaotao, and Houji as the "Three Dukes", and comments that they "worked outside for a long time, and they contributed to the people, and the people were safe."
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Such a person who has created this Chinese nation through the ages, if you compare it with me, are you praising me or flattering me?
Do you think I'm a fool, that I'm so confused that I can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south after being flattered by you, and I've been fooled by you?
The King of Wei was silent beside him. He was obviously looking for a joke and was not a good person...
Fang Jun stroked his short beard, sneered in his heart, and said musingly: "How could such a monumental achievement have been accomplished without the support of His Highness the Crown Prince? Therefore, His Highness must be mentioned in the memorial to give all the credit." Your Majesty, it is a blessing for our ministers to be attached to Jiwei, and we cannot take credit for it.”
Dou Jing was a little dumbfounded...
As the Minister of Agriculture, if he wanted to take advantage of this meritorious service, he would have to submit this memorial to His Majesty the Emperor, and then it would be recorded by the historian, so that it could go down in history.
Otherwise, if Fang Jun submits the petition directly, what does it have to do with him?
Not only was it useless, but because he was the Minister of Agriculture and was responsible for the affairs of agriculture and mulberry in the world, the emergence of such auspicious harvests as corn had nothing to do with him, which was an obvious dereliction of duty. Not to mention the merit, he might just be able to live in a corpse position and be infamy for thousands of years.
But if he gave all the major credit to the prince in the memorial, then he would be cheering for the prince and advocating for him. Naturally, he would be regarded as one of the prince's party. How would he, who was born in Guanlong, deal with this?
Neither the left nor the right. It is difficult for Dou Jing, a veteran who has been in court all his life, to make a decision.
Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Why, Dou Siqing thinks it is inappropriate? So he thinks it is inappropriate for the prince to take the first credit in the memorial, or it is inappropriate to write a letter stating that the prince played a decisive role in this matter. OK? ”
Dou Jing shut his mouth and did not dare to say a word.
This little bastard is really bad. You gave me two choices, but whichever of these two choices I choose will inevitably lead to a huge storm, enough to topple myself. Isn't this a lie?
Seeing this, Fang Jun reached out and patted Dou Jing on the shoulder, sighing: "But I also know that Dou Siqing is in trouble. After all, the Dou family is also a member of Guanlong. If you open your eyes for the prince, you will inevitably be punished. The allies regarded him as a traitor, so Dou Siqing added this in his memorial. The previous sentence said that not only did the prince give full support to this matter, but His Highness the King of Wei also gave great help and took great credit... In this way, the prince will not be so prominent, and Dou Siqing can also receive a share of the credit. , everyone is happy, isn’t it beautiful?”
Dou Jing thought about it and felt that this method was feasible.
As long as the King of Wei is included, the prince will naturally not be so conspicuous. Although he still has a lot of credit, it seems that he is not deliberately advocating for the prince, but seeking truth from facts.
But is King Wei willing?
He looked at Li Tai and saw that Li Tai's expression changed drastically. He jumped three feet high, pointed at Fang Jun's nose and cursed: "Mother! I think I am worthy of you, why did you harm me like this?" It has nothing to do with me, absolutely not!”
He was dodging this and that like a rat on the street, completely losing his majesty as a prince. Isn't it just to avoid being coerced into the fight for the reserve position?
If this memorial were presented to the father's desk, everyone in the world would probably think that he had sided with the prince and jointly fought against the young slaves.
There will never be peace from now on!
Fang Jun didn't expect such a big reaction from Li Tai, and felt funny in his heart. Who told you to wait to see my joke just now?
He nodded and said: "Since we can't reach a consensus at the moment, we might as well find a quiet place later, sit down and discuss it, and come up with a proper method. What do you two think?"
Dou Jing looked around and saw that there were too many people here and it was indeed not a place to discuss matters, so he agreed: "I can make up my mind, and I can do anything."
The two of them looked at Li Tai, and Li Tai said angrily: "I'm just here to join in the fun, whose credit is it, and what does it have to do with me? Just go and discuss it yourself, don't drag me into the water!"
Fang Jun had no choice but to say: "Since His Highness is upright and upright, it will not be difficult for Wei Chen to do anything to you. You can go play and have some fun later. Wei Chen has discussed with Dou Siqing, so you don't have to pay attention."
Li Tai breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt something was wrong and asked: "How do you plan to write this memorial?"
Fang Jun said casually: "Your Highness has said that he will not get involved in this matter. What Wei Chen and Dou Siqing write has nothing to do with you, so why should you care?"
"Fart!"
Li Tai was furious and gritted his teeth and said: "If you privately decide to write my name on it, once it is presented to the father, the whole world will naturally know it. By then, I will crush you two to pieces. Ashes, what’s the use?”
Fang Jun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Your Highness, you are really difficult to serve... How about you sit aside while Wei Chen and Dou Siqing discuss it later?"
Li Tai said angrily: "Isn't this king still involved?"
Fang Jun simply acted rogue: "I can't do it on the left or on the right. Your Highness is really picky... Then you can tell me what you want, and I will listen to you and accept everything."
"Mother!"
Li Tai cursed and glared at Fang Jun angrily, but this guy had an "I'll listen to whatever you say" look on his face. He felt more and more depressed, but there was really nothing he could do. In comparison, he still wanted to be on guard and not make his own decisions. It would be better to write your name in the memorial...
He could only say: "When the time comes, I will watch over you two. As long as I don't write it into the memorial, I will ignore the rest and say nothing."
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All the villagers and the officials of Sinong Temple were in high spirits. After harvesting several corn fields, some people were responsible for pulling the corn cobs back to the village on a cart, and then the rest of the people, led by the farm manager Lu Cheng, rushed to the sweet potatoes. land.
When the sweet potato seedlings on the ground were pulled out and piled aside, the soil ridges were thrown away with a hoe, and sweet potatoes larger than fists were dug out of the soil, and then weighed with a steelyard borrowed from the Ministry of Industry... …Everyone is going crazy! (End of chapter)