Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 290
In the twelfth lunar month, the river finally froze, and the water transportation to the north of Luoyang Palace stopped.

Han Jiacang finally got a rest, Si Nong Qing Li Wei, Si Nong Shaoqing Tang Tongren also returned to Chang'an City, Fan Zheng immediately handed over his power.

Li Wei patted the table, and took a sip of the hot tea soup: "Good job! Although Li Zhengzheng's matter was a fluke, if you don't open your mouth, you won't know where it falls in this other palace."

Fan Zheng shyly said, "As entrusted by the Shanglin Department, the lower officials are helpless."

Li Wei smiled lightly: "Frozen three feet, it is not a day's cold, and the problem of Kunming Pond is not completed in a day, let alone solved in a day. It involves the Ministry of Industry and the Metropolitan Water Supervision. Your rank is still low. There is no way to negotiate."

What Li Wei didn't say was that even if he coordinated, it might not be able to accomplish anything, otherwise why would it be delayed until now!

The water level of Kunming Pond is getting lower day by day, and it is getting more and more difficult for Fengshui to replenish from Doumen. The court is clear about this, and so is His Majesty.

There are always infinitely many problems, and money and food are always limited. To fill the hole here, you have to expose the hole there.

Compared with changing the water channel of Fengshui into Kunming Pool, the extravagance of Tangquan Palace is not worth mentioning.

Money and food, this is an unsolvable problem, even in the prosperous age, there will still be gaps, nothing more than the difference in the size of the gap.

No one mentioned the embarrassment of Kan Teng in the Gou Dun Department.

Kan Toma had offended others when he was in the Yushitai Procuratorate, and it was normal for him to be tricked for a while. Who made him unpopular?
Anyway, if he complained to Li Wei and asked for help, Li Wei would give some pointers, so why would Li Wei teach him?
Probably because he couldn't hold on any longer, Kan Teng put down his old face and asked Fan Zheng for help. He never expected that the answer would be so simple.

Don't use Fan Zheng as an analogy. You must know that Fan Zheng's apprentices and grandchildren are slowly gaining a foothold in various yamen. , slowly pulling the abacus.

"Shangguan, why did Yan Xuansui run away from the director of Jiucheng Palace?" Fan Zheng asked casually as he sipped the tea soup slowly.

Anyway, he is an acquaintance, so it is not an exaggeration to ask.

Li Wei laughed: "Mingzhe protects himself, so why should he fall into the quagmire because of his brother-in-law's torment?"

That's right, Yan Xuansui is the eldest son after all, and his every move represents Yan Lide's family, and if he fails, he can drag the whole family into trouble.

Regarding the Xiangcheng Palace incident, Yan Lide was dismissed from office, and the sensitive Yan Xuansui immediately asked to be transferred to Jiucheng Palace, and by the way, raised his rank a bit.

Tongren Tang asked curiously: "Director, Qu Yuanli has been sent to the various village supervisors. Next year's land will be plowed no matter what. Will it really increase production?"

Fan Zheng laughed and said, "If you only plow to six inches deep, you can probably increase the yield. But if you plow to four or five feet, that's too much."

Such examples do exist.

However, if you dig so deep, do you want to rob the tomb?
The land that is too deep, even if it is not sandy soil, is still raw soil, with a compact structure and a pure texture, without ripening or fertilization, so it is half the effort to cultivate it.

There has to be a limit to everything!

Fan Zheng didn't dare to guarantee that he was deeply cultivated, only dared to say [-]%.

The reason is simple. In case of sandy soil, deep plowing is a bad thing.

After handing over the affairs, Fan Zheng followed the supervisors Wo Long and Feng Chu to the director's field outside the Xuanwu Gate to look at the wheat seedlings that were out of position.

It's not that Fan Zheng has become diligent, but snowflakes are falling from the sky, and half a knuckle of snow is piled up on the ground, Fan Zheng has no idea.

As soon as I stepped down, a black hole was left in the snow. The soles of the black boots were mixed with snow and mud, which looked very dirty.

The wheat seedlings in the snow did not seem to be affected, and the leaves occasionally turned yellow, which accounted for a very low proportion.

In fact, it's really not that cold when it snows, but it's the melting snow that makes people shiver.

Wo Longxu proclaimed his merits: "This large area is all wheat seedlings. All the peasant households, official slaves, and subordinate officials in the director's office are all taken out to cultivate, so that the cultivation can be completed in time."

"The ground is dirty because every ridge has been fully fertilized. It is inevitable that the snow will be soaked like this."

There is really no need to say the last sentence, the bad guy is in a bad mood.

The reason is very simple, people have three urgencies, but who wants to always pee and shit in your ears, can you not be bothered?

When it comes to eating, whoever is urinating and urinating there is afraid that he can't wait to slap his ears.

Feng Chu chuckled: "It's just this little snow, there's nothing wrong with it."

Fan Zheng turned his head to look at Feng Chu, expecting his explanation.

After all, Fan Zheng's understanding of winter wheat is still quite insufficient, and he has no confidence.

Feng Chu said with a smile: "The current Feng family has three origins, one is from the Feng family name, the other is from the Ji family name, and the oldest is from the Gao Xin family in the Yellow Emperor's time. The official is responsible for guiding the farming season and farming, so he refers to the official as his surname."

"I'm a low-ranking official, but I was born in the Feng family of Jeju. The ancestors of the Fengniao family still have a say in Maizi."

Fan Zheng crossed his hands speechlessly, really disrespectful, he didn't know that there was an ancestral professional family under his rule!
"According to the officials, the sun will rise tomorrow at the most. This little snow can be regarded as irrigation." Feng Chu confided some useful news. "Snow is also a good thing, many insect eggs will be frozen to death."

Fan Zheng's mood immediately improved.

Ah, if it wasn't for the support of Qu Yuanli and Deep Cultivation, Fan Zheng wouldn't have the right to speak in front of Feng Chu.

Director of Jingyuan, a hidden dragon and a crouching bug!
No wonder Feng Chu doesn't talk much all the time, because he can't see others.

"So, Feng Jiancheng thinks, will it be severe cold this year?"

Fan Zheng was most concerned about this issue.

Feng Chu stroked his goat's beard, and replied calmly: "The whole 16 years of Zhenguan, it's just like this, but be careful about the cold spring next year."

Fan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

If you can survive the winter, are you still afraid of the cold spring?

fine!

Fan Zheng didn't pay attention, Wo Gong's eyelids twitched a few times, and he managed to calm down.

Wheat seedlings may not be afraid of winter snow, but they are really afraid of spring frost.

Under normal circumstances, it is a good choice to burn straw to relieve the frost, but this year most of the straw has been brought to Dunhua Paper Factory!
In Wolong's mind, his thoughts changed sharply.

Jingyuan South Supervisor can't count on it, and it's the complete opposite. Even if there is straw, I don't have so much time to pull it.

I am not very talkative in Zhuansun Province, the prison on the west side of Jingyuan;
In the north of Jingyuan, Fudou has a bad relationship with Wolong;

What's more, the above three supervisions also need to burn straw to defrost.

On the contrary, the supervisor from the east side of Jingyuan heard that Tanna had planed all the thatch, so should we discuss and pull those dry weeds over?

Hey, it's really not easy to flatter Shangguan, and it makes me frightened.

No way, Wo Long knows his level, he really can't compare with Feng Chu, how can he be promoted without relying on flattery?

If everyone who worked honestly got promoted, Wo Long wouldn't have to think about these crooked ways.

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