Chapter 2 Have a meal with Lao Liu first

Zhao Feng carried the long sword and patrolled everywhere. Now it is one of his main tasks to patrol three times in the morning, afternoon and evening. There were so many things in the ancient countryside. To be a pavilion chief is nothing more than to urge spring ploughing and autumn harvests to maintain local public security.

Zhao Feng has been familiar with Romance of the Three Kingdoms since he was a child, and later read Romance of the Three Kingdoms in college. However, he knew that he could not believe everything in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. After seeing Liu Bei, he had a more intuitive understanding of the characteristics of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

There is no other reason, just because Zhang Fei is not as leopard's head and beaked as said in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. On the contrary, Lao Zhang is actually a white-skinned and smooth-looking scholar, but his voice is relatively loud. What's more amazing is that Zhang Sanye's calligraphy and ladies' paintings are very good. Now there is a shortage of manpower in the county, and many times he volunteered to keep accounts and write documents.

"Lao Luo, you fooled me so miserably!" Zhao Feng sighed and looked at the busy crowd in the field. It's September of the lunar calendar, and it's about to grow wheat. Pingyuan County is located in Dezhou, Shandong Province, where most of the wheat is planted. However, in the Eastern Han Dynasty, agricultural technology was not very developed, and the yield per mu was very low. Zhao Feng comes from the 21st century. Although he has never planted land, he still knows how to farm, so he feels that he should make some contributions from this aspect first. After all, in this troubled times, more food can help some people survive.

"Old Father-in-law Wang, did everyone farm like this before?" Zhao Feng stopped Mr. Wang, who was working, at the edge of the field and asked.

"Yes, Lord Zhao, why is it wrong?" Old man Wang answered truthfully. He is Zhao Feng's landlord. After a period of time, he also knew that this young pavilion was approachable and had no airs, so he answered honestly.

Zhao Feng squeezed his lips and said no words, but his heart was a little heavy: in the Eastern Han Dynasty, everyone's method of farming was too simple: directly, he turned over the ground a little before sowing, then sprinkled the seeds in, and then looked at the sky to eat. Few people do hoeing weeding, catching insects, watering and fertilizing. In this way, the yield of wheat per mu is only about two or three hundred catties.

Zhao Feng once learned about the weights and measures of the Han Dynasty. He knew that at this time, one catty was about 247 grams, which was less than half of the 500 grams of the market catties of later generations. In this way, even if 300 catties of wheat per mu is produced, it is less than 75 kilograms. Zhao Feng remembers that Fatty Zhang from the countryside once said that his family is about an acre and a half of land, and he can collect about 1,000 catties of wheat every year, and the yield per mu is about 4,5 times higher than that of Wang Laohan now.

"It's too exaggerated!" Zhao Feng sighed that even if there is no organic fertilizer and scientific farming, it should not be so far apart. He should still improve it within his ability.

" Father-in-law Wang, it's a little inappropriate to farm like this. When I traveled around the world, I once saw an old farmer farming there in Xuzhou, whose yield was much higher than yours. Well, I'll teach you how to grow it myself. As long as you do what I say, it is guaranteed that the output will increase a lot by then. Zhao Feng decided to fight in person. Even if he was not a good grower, he could still improve it.

"But at the command of the adult." Mr. Wang quickly arched his hand. Just kidding, any farmer doesn't want to collect more food.

So in the next month, Zhao Feng taught dozens of families in his jurisdiction how to remove insects, how to weed, and how to water them. As for the deep ground, since this year's seeds have been planted, we can only wait for next year.

There are still some problems in the process of implementation. Everyone can understand Zhao Feng's weeding, watering and catching insects, but the fertilization of him is a little unclear. The main reason is that Zhao Feng called them to use manure to make it difficult to understand. Isn't this too dirty? Mr. Wang has a bitter face. Even if the rural people don't pay attention to hygiene, they don't like to pour feces on food.

"Everyone doesn't know anything about this. In fact, this food, like us, is going to be reincarnated. Changing from rice noodles to dung is the end of his life, so it will be of great benefit to the planting next year if he can go back to the field again. Zhao Feng didn't care whether this reason made sense or not. He directly fooled everyone with the theory of Monkey Sun in Journey to the West.

"Okay!" These honest country bumpkins didn't know what to do, and finally decided to trust Zhao Feng for the time being. With this, Zhao Feng's call for everyone to use grass and wood ash to fatten the ground will be easier for everyone to accept. There is no other reason, and it is also reincarnation.

In this way, autumn and winter came, and it was the beginning of spring, and half a year passed in a blink of an eye. Zhao Feng knew that if nothing unexpected happened, Lao Liu would be promoted to be the plain prime minister this year. At present, the wheat is about to be harvested. I don't know if Liu Bei will take himself to make a plain photo.

In fact, Zhao Feng has carefully thought about how he developed in troubled times. Now he is a small pavilion manager under Liu Bei. Liu Bei still has a good image of him. As long as he follows him, he can always stand out step by step, such as Jian Yong and Sun Qian's generation. However, Zhao Feng also knew that Liu Bei's experience was really bumpy. Now he is only in his 30s, and there are more than 20 years before his death at the age of 63. He has spent almost all of the past 20 years in exile. In the end, he died because he wanted to avenge his brother and fight with Dongwu. Zhao Feng felt that if he fooled around with Liu Bei step by step, it would be simply looking for abuse.

But if he doesn't hang out with Liu Bei and spend the rest of his life in this plain county, Zhao Feng is a little unwilling, which is simply a waste of his innate advantage as a traveler. As for hegemony, Zhao Feng is still somewhat self-aware. Now he is unknown and does not have the support of the family. At the same time, several major princely forces have taken initial shape, and it is almost impossible to stand on his own.

It seems that he can only follow Liu Bei first. Through the observation of the past year, Zhao Feng found that this Liu Bei and the Liu Bei recorded in history are still more imaginary. At least he is really good to the people. Maybe this is nothing in the eyes of others, but Zhao Feng, who came from later generations, undoubtedly still values it very much. The people-oriented idea has been deeply rooted in his mind.

"Your Excellency, it's really useful. I've got 600 pounds of wheat per mu now!" Zhao Feng, who was meditating, was interrupted by Mr. Wang's excited voice. Looking back, it was Mr. Wang who had just finished weighing the wheat he had just harvested this year and found that the production had doubled compared with previous years. He was immediately excited.

"Oh, hehe, that's good!" Zhao Feng was also quite excited. At this time, after weighing, the rest of the people also found that the grain output had indeed increased greatly, and they came to thank them for a while.

In troubled times, grain is the most precious, and the news of a bumper grain harvest under Zhao Feng's rule suddenly spread. Pingyuan County is not big, and soon the news reached the ears of Liu Bei, the acting county magistrate.

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