Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 209 The old fritters in the county government

In addition to the large waterwheel by the river, Shu Yingtong drew out a map of the distribution of farmland in the village.

"The flow power of the canal is not enough. A few medium-sized waterwheels were built in the circled area on the picture, and manpower pedals and puller shafts were added, and they were made according to the dimensions. Manpower can irrigate about five acres a day, and the efficiency of pulling the turntable with oxen is doubled. "

"Now there are about ten people on your side. You should be able to complete the waterwheel by the river in half a month. The cost of consumables and carpentry will be paid from the village account."

"Okay, let me look at the picture again." Hu Yang did not look up, carefully comparing the picture and the annotation.

The structure of the waterwheel is not complicated. The keel is connected to the string plate, and the water flow hits the turntable of the waterwheel, and the caged water moves upwards one by one.

It's just how to make such a large waterwheel strong and not easy to fall apart, and how to make the bearings smooth are the professional tasks he has to consider.

"Okay, you look first, I'll go out for a while." Shu Yingtong glanced at the sky outside, got up, pushed the stool back, and walked out the door.

It was still early, and I was planning to go to the sandy land next to the Nancun by the river to see if the soil was suitable for planting bamboo and cane.

The study room became quiet, Zhu Yu lay on the table and looked at Populus euphratica quietly with his head sideways.He pursed his lips, his jawline was tense, and his brows were slightly furrowed.The eyelashes drooped, and the eyes were bright, as if those blueprints were more lovable than gold.

One sat upright, one leaned crookedly on the table, one focused on the drawings, and the other focused on people.

The afternoon sun slanted on the window sill, the breeze blew the slender leaves of the orchid, and the light and shadow swayed.

Hu Yang, who regained his attention from the drawing, pinched the bridge of his nose, and turned his head to find that Zhu Yu had fallen asleep lying on the table.

He raised his hand to rub her head to wake her up, but his fingers stopped on her forehead again.The side-supporting face stretched out his fingers and gently traced her facial features bit by bit.

She seemed to be bluffing, but she never made any noise when he was doing things seriously. Sometimes she sat on the sidelines and chewed snacks, and sometimes she helped him silently.

He never procrastinates when he has his own work to do, and only comes to him when he is free, clingy but not annoying.

Fingers caressed her soft lips, her Adam's apple rolled, and her eyes darkened a little.Standing up and leaning on the edge of the table, he slowly leaned over and kissed her lipsticked red lips.

"Hmm..." Zhu Yu opened her eyes sleepily, with long eyelashes drooping and half-closed eyes, with a straight nose.

Facing the silly round deer eyes, he chuckled and supported the back of her head with one hand, "Hey, close your eyes."

The spring is perfect and the breeze is not dry.

Shu Yingtong put down the shovel in his hand, rolled up his cuffs and compared the depth, it was about one foot five.

The sand and soil in the pit was moist, I grabbed a handful and spread it in the palm of my hand, lowered my head to taste the taste and spit it out again.

Neither bitter nor astringent, the terrain is flat and unobstructed, with plenty of sunlight, it is perfect for planting bamboo cane, and you can also interplant watermelon.

Bamboo cane is different from fruit cane in that the stalks are thinner, the taste is very hard and the sweetness is high, so it is suitable for sugar production.

Strong tillering ability, good growth, strong drought tolerance, very suitable for this wasteland.

Sugarcane tops and leaves can also be used to feed livestock, and bagasse, the waste of sugar production, is also a raw material for papermaking, which can be regarded as a good economic crop.

Sugar is expensive not because bamboo cane is difficult to grow, but because of the climate requirements, not all areas can grow bamboo cane.Coupled with the limited land in the hands of farmers and the lack of seed resources, food crops are their first choice.

For Huanshan Village, which has not paid taxes for three years, Shu Yingtong can try to grow various crops without any pressure.

Shu Yingtong walked towards the village with a shovel in his hand, and heard the sound of gongs beating from a distance, as if it came from the official road.

A large number of villagers gathered at the entrance of the village. When Shu Yingtong arrived at the entrance of the village, the notice board was already surrounded, and there were endless applause.

Two yamen servants in blue public uniforms squeezed out from the crowd, straightened the square hats on their heads in a hurry, and let out a long sigh of relief with bitter faces.

When he saw Shu Yingtong approaching unhurriedly, he raised his back and raised his back, smiled and cupped his hands, "Miss Shu."

Shu Yingtong returned the courtesy politely, and glanced at the two whose official boots had been trampled dirty.They are already very face-saving, and they didn't draw out their knives to chop people.

Yacha belongs to the lower ranks, and three generations of descendants cannot participate in scientific examinations, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they work under the hands of the county magistrate.

The imperial court does not issue salaries, and their monthly salaries are all paid out of the county account, and they are the county magistrates themselves.

The official position is not in the mainstream, but the real power is in the open.Whether it is going down to the villages and towns to collect taxes or to supervise the market order in the county and town, they are real local snakes.

"You two have worked hard, go to my house to have a cup of tea and rest."

"Alright, Mr. An happened to have something to convey."

Shu Yingtong led the way, and the two office servants happily followed with the things in their hands.

Looking back, I felt distressed.That is to say, the village didn't take them too seriously, after all, they were very familiar with each other.

Previously, the river repairers were sent here on business. After getting along for a long time, everyone is no longer afraid of them.Today I came to post the notice, and when I thought about it, the group of people patted them on the shoulder vigorously and said that the current holy majesty is a good person.

The villagers were excited and happy, but they were miserable.

"Hey~ Xiao Zhouzi and Xiao Liangzi, have you two gone to catch bandits?" Zhu Yu, who was squatting by the well and scrubbing the small jar, laughed and joked when the two came in.

"Hey! Don't mention it! The villagers in your village are too tough, look at me being ripped off"

Zhou Yachai was in his early thirties, with a bearded face and a burly figure. His supposed majestic aura was instantly turned weak and pitiful by the crooked collar with a black handprint on the left and a black handprint on the right.

Zhu Yu laughed unkindly, shook the water from his hands and got up to meet him, "Why are you here, it's so miserable. Let's go, let's make you a pot of good tea~"

"The new emperor ascended the throne, and he was so tired of posting notices that everyone was reluctant to take on this job. No, the lottery, we both won." Zhou Yacha did not treat Zhu Yu as an outsider, and complained all the time.

Shu Yingtong sat down calmly, this week's office manager is a hearty man, and he is also an old fritter in the county office, who dares to blatantly dislike his job.

In ancient times, transportation was not very convenient, and the centralized system of feudal society made it difficult for national policies to be communicated to the grassroots.

Most of them rely on officials to communicate from top to bottom, and officials naturally don't do the trivial things of posting notices in person, and grassroots people like yachas naturally become errand runners.

"Hey~" Zhu Yu swiftly moved the treats from the cupboard and put them on the table, teasing him with a smile, "If any village produces a scholar or something, you probably have to wash your hands three times before drawing lots."

"That's that." Zhou Yacha grabbed a handful of five-spice peanuts in his hand, with a smile on his face, "The good news is to give us tea and red envelopes, and if we are lucky, it can cover our half-year monthly salary. "

As he spoke, he even peeled a few peanuts and poured them into his mouth, "Speaking of which, when your village will open a village school, hurry up and send out a few champions to win honor for our county."

(End of this chapter)