Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 128 0123 [Black talk cut] (Add more for the penguin boss)
Daming Village, corn field.

Zhu Guoxiang stood by and watched for a long time, then turned and left.

Zhu Ming asked curiously, "For more than half a month, you have been wandering around the cornfield every day, what's going on?"

"Corn seeds, like ours, seem to have mutated," Zhu Guoxiang explained. "Under normal circumstances, last year's harvest of fine-bred corn and self-selected seeds were planted, and some plants will degenerate this year. But so far, no abnormalities have been found. , The scientific knowledge I have can't explain it. If I have to explain it forcefully, it means that I received some kind of space radiation when I traveled through."

Zhu Ming asked: "These corn seedlings are only waist deep, so you can already see them?"

"It can basically be seen that after the degeneration of the improved varieties, the plants will appear to be of different heights," Zhu Guoxiang said, pointing to the corns. "Although these corns are also of different heights, it is a problem of field management, and most of them are within the normal range."

Zhu Ming asked again: "If it is planted in more fertile land, what is the yield per mu?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It depends on the specific situation, and it has something to do with sunlight and rain. Generally speaking, if the plants are densely planted in fertile fields, the weather is good and there are no diseases and insect pests, even without the support of chemical fertilizers, the yield per mu can reach [-] catties."

"My grass!"

Zhu Ming couldn't help but swear.

"That's just an ideal state," Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile. "How can it be possible to grow the land with good weather every year? And after the corn planting area expands, it will be multiplied for a few years, and related diseases and insect pests will follow. These will cause corn production to decrease. And the real fertilizer The land must be used to grow rice and wheat, and it is a waste of land to grow corn. The real value of corn is the use of barren land.”

Zhu Ming said: "Last year we planted in the barren mountainous area, and it was intercropped. Isn't the yield per mu nearly [-] catties?"

"I go to the field every day, and farm manure does not cost money. Every time I water and fertilize, I always use artificial pollination at the critical moment. Can the yield be the same?" Zhu Guoxiang said, "If it is an ordinary farmer, last year If it is planted in that kind of land, it will be good if it can produce [-] catties per mu."

Zhu Ming nodded and said, "Understood, the corn field planted last year is equivalent to a scientific experiment field."

Zhu Guoxiang continued to walk down the mountain: "The cottage is high and steep, and it is very inconvenient to go down the mountain. Now the place where tea is fried is far away from the Han River. The bandits are for safety, but we have to consider the cost. The tea-frying workshops have all moved to the riverside. The school is also built on the riverside, so that all children who are willing to go to school can come to study."

"The tea-frying workshop is built by the river, will the technology be leaked?" Zhu Ming asked worriedly.

Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile: "It's enough to keep it secret for a year or two. Sooner or later it will be leaked. Let's keep improving the technology."

"That's right," Zhu Ming nodded and said, "It seems that military training should be started as soon as possible. The riverside is always not as safe as the mountains."

Zhu Ming has always wanted to set up a security team in the village, but from last year to this year, during the slack season, he was always engaged in infrastructure construction, and there was no manpower or time to spare.

When the wheat is harvested this year, I will be free for half a month.

At that time, a security team of dozens of people will be formed first, and they will be trained as the backbone of the village soldiers.The remaining young and strong laborers have to dig weirs and ponds, and infrastructure construction cannot stop.

"Sir, village chief, the jute vines have been chopped back!"

Zhang Guangdao brought Bai Sheng, Shi Biao and others over, carrying several baskets full of wild rattan.

Zhu Ming walked over quickly, bent down to examine carefully, and found nothing special: "Is this kind of rattan really usable?"

Zhang Guangdao said: "There are rattan baskets everywhere in the mountains, and they are also used to weave rattan baskets. It is more troublesome than bamboo baskets. The rattan must be soaked first, and it cannot be weaved if it is not soaked."

Zhu Ming is making rattan signs, and there are many kinds of raw materials, such as red rattan and jute rattan.

Repeatedly confirming the usefulness of jute vine, Zhu Ming said: "I remember soaking in water for half a month, taking it out and drying it for three days. Then soaking it in tung oil, drying it after soaking, soaking it again after drying it, and soaking it in the sun for about a year. In this way The rattan shields made are impenetrable by knives, impervious to fire and water, and very light.”

"How much tung oil do you need to use!" Bai Sheng said in amazement.

"It's quite expensive, but it will be done sooner or later," Zhu Ming said. "After the rattan is soaked, next year we will choose a few who can weave rattan baskets. Let them stop farming, and make rattan signs every day, and give them every day." pay wages."

If you are fighting in Hanzhong and Sichuan, you can train rattan armor soldiers.

At that time, the armor rate will be [-]%, and it will be very convenient for mountain raids and combat.

The ignition point of tung oil is more than 400 degrees, which is much higher than that of ordinary firewood. When encountering a fire attack that is enough to ignite rattan armor, it doesn't matter whether you wear rattan armor or not - you will all be burned to death.

Zhu Guoxiang looked at those barren slopes: "The slopes that are not suitable for cultivation can be planted with tung oil trees. After three or four years, we will be able to produce tung oil by ourselves, and we can produce large quantities of rattan and rattan armor."

Zhang Guangdao was very excited when he heard this, and he gave Zhu Ming a wink, and the two walked away and began to communicate.

"Brother Zhu is preparing to rebel?" Zhang Guangdao asked in a low voice.

Zhu Ming didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either. He just said: "Sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. Forging the armor first, you can also guard against bandits in the mountains."

Zhang Guangdao smiled happily: "I understand."

"You want to rebel that much?" Zhu Ming couldn't help asking.

Zhang Guangdao said: "I can't read a few words, and I don't understand the main principles. But I have traveled to many places and met many people. This world does not leave a way for good people to survive. Don't look at Daming Village being very prosperous, change a few more The county magistrate and the chief bookkeeper will attack Daming Village sooner or later. They will not send troops, but they will come to clean up the land and let us pay more taxes. At that time, we will either be obedient or raise the flag to rebel, or we will have to retreat to the mountains bandit."

"You can see far," Zhu Ming put Zhang Guangdao's shoulders and leaned into his ear and said, "If you want to rebel, you should study with my father. Know a few more words and learn to calculate complicated accounts, otherwise you will not be able to be a commander. .”

"I remember." Zhang Guangdao nodded heavily.

A small boat goes up the river.

"Dalang!"

Zheng Hong waved and shouted from a distance.

The Zheng family's boat was parked by the river, but did not enter the creek. Dozens of "immigrants" were also there waiting for arrangements.

The last batch of spring tea produced in Daming Village is being transported to the ship.

There are also many local products, such as bamboo, wood, herbs, poultry, etc., which are also sold to the Zheng family at very low prices.The ship was still not full, and they had to go to Shangbai Village and Xiabai Village to buy some goods, such as the unsold Tuancha in Baijiachun.

"Daoist, this is Zhu Dalang, and that is Mr. Zhu." Zheng Hong introduced.

Perhaps it was the news about the ancestor, Xue Daoguang seemed a little anxious, after greeting Zhu Ming, he walked straight to Zhu Guoxiang.

Zhang Boduan, the real person of Ziyang, became an eternity in Taizhou, Zhejiang in his later years.However, most of his disciples were active in Shaanxi, and the disciples and grandchildren did not know the whereabouts of the patriarch at all.

"Poverty Xue Daoguang, I have met Mr. Zhu face to face." Xue Daoguang made a Taoist bow.

Where Zhu Guoxiang could understand, he just bowed and responded: "I've met Daoist Xue."

Xue Daoguang was a little disappointed, and continued to test: "Three, five, and one are all three words, but the ancient and modern ones are rare. The east, the south, and the two form five, and the north, one, and west are four."

What slang?
Zhu Guoxiang heard a question mark on his forehead, and said in a daze, "Daoist Xue, I am not very good at poetry."

Xue Daoguang also said: "Yellow buds and white snow are not difficult to find, and those who reach them must rely on the Tao to go deep. The four images and five elements all rely on the soil, and the three yuan and eight trigrams are not separated from Ren."

"I don't understand yin-yang gossip either." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Xue Daoguang was silent.

Zhu Guoxiang didn't know what to say, he felt that the Taoist priest was mentally ill.

Xue Daoguang asked again: "Is "Journey to the West" written by your Excellency?"

Zhu Guoxiang pointed to his son: "This book was written by a dog."

"excuse me!"

Xue Daoguang walked up to Zhu Ming again: "First use the universe as a tripod, and then cook the black rabbit medicine. It drives the two things back to the zodiac, and fights for the golden elixir."

Zhu Ming thought for a while, and replied: "The earth shakes the high hills, and the streams and mountains are beautiful through the ages; the gate faces the sea, and the three rivers flow together for thousands of years."

After finishing speaking, he remained silent, staring with wide eyes.

The chicken talks with the duck.

Xue Daoguang felt that his Dao heart was about to be broken, so he could only start talking humanly: "Is "Journey to the West" written by Your Excellency?"

Zhu Ming's mind was spinning fast, and he said ambiguously: "Listen to what an old Taoist said, and I will polish it into a novel."

Xue Daoguang's breathing became quicker, and he hurriedly asked, "What does the old man look like?"

Zhu Ming said: "The old man appeared on a deserted island overseas, built a few thatched huts, and grew some food himself. He wore ordinary linen clothes and had a bun on his head. He looked like he was 80 or [-] years old, but he had a ruddy complexion. , the skin is as delicate as a baby's. How to describe it, by the way...he-haired and child-like face!"

"Did the old Taoist say his name or title?" Xue Daoguang became anxious.

Zhu Ming shook his head: "He didn't say anything, he just told stories to my father and son."

Xue Daoguang asked again: "Where is the deserted island?"

Ju Ming still shook his head: "I don't know."

"How could you not know?" Xue Daoguang suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grab Zhu Ming's wrist.

I'm stupid, I'm so strong!
Zhu Ming struggled to break free, took two steps back and said, "Master Daoist, please calm down."

Xue Daoguang also realized that he had lost his composure. He stood on the spot and took a deep breath. After calming down, he asked, "Why don't you know where the deserted island is?"

Ju Ming said: "My father and son encountered a big storm when we were sailing out to sea. There were dark clouds covering the sky above our heads, and there was pouring rain and mountains and waves in front of our eyes. We drifted for more than half a month before arriving at a deserted island. How could we tell the difference? direction?"

"Then how did you come back?" Xue Daoguang asked again.

Zhu Ming said: "For some reason, the return journey went smoothly, and I naturally reached the shore."

Xue Daoguang carefully observed Zhu Ming's expression: "You are lying."

"Maybe." Ju Ming didn't bother to explain.

This state of wanting nothing made Xue Daoguang uncertain.

Zhu Ming asked curiously, "What is the Taoist priest here for?"

"It's nothing," Xue Daoguang said suddenly, "Your eyes are full of divine light, and your aptitude is excellent. Would you like to practice Taoism with me?"

"Master Daoist, the village is very poor, I really don't have much money," Zhu Ming said, pointing to Zheng Hong, "This Brother Zheng's family is rich, he can worship the Daoist Master."

I'm not here to scam money!
Xue Daoguang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

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(End of this chapter)