Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 303 Give You Your Face?

Outside the Chunming Gate, there is the Dragon Head West Canal.

This is the best land on the east side of the Jingyuan. It is relatively less scattered. The green willow branches are hanging by the canal, the arrow valley pears are full of green, and the birds are chirping.

On the scattered land, long beans are climbing bamboo poles, the leaves are covered with dew, and occasionally a snail shows tentacles on it.

Shu seedlings grow to calf height, and the green leaves are obviously vigorous.

The seedlings of womb cabbage, carrots, and cucumbers are growing fairly well.

Relatively speaking, if the land is broken, more attention must be paid to tending it. The relatively barren loess on the east side has turned black by Ming Tan.

The thatch that has grown over the years has been eradicated, but the green thatch has begun to emerge again. It is true that the wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze is blowing again.

Ming Tan was pouting out, with sackcloth wrapped around his hands, pulling out weeds, he was much more proficient than a layman like Fan Zheng.

"Where can I get so much gold juice?"

Fan Zheng found it strange that the dung in Yeting was covered by Wolong!

Ming Tan smiled and said, "There are people from the clan in the East Palace who are writing for the prince. It's easy to get these things. It's just..."

There is nothing to say, there is actually a corpse in the feces of the East Palace, which makes people creepy.

Judging from the degree of separation of the flesh and blood, it is unlikely that it was thrown in this year, but it is unknown whether it is the masterpiece of the previous dynasty or some prince.

Hey, in the Eastern Palace, the officials, bureaucrats, and guards may be able to be guaranteed, and the eunuchs who are envoys among them will not be complained for him even if they die.

The court lady still has the day of returning home, so the internal envoy, the family thought he was dead long ago.

This also created the eunuch's relatively extreme character.

There are many tombs in the eastern prison, and it is not difficult to erect another tomb. After a while, there will be another fox den.

Unable to control those messy things, Dongmian Prison just reported it to Wannian County and buried the bones directly.

The reporting process is essential, otherwise, in the future, people will be said to have murdered people openly, and if they can't explain clearly, people's words are terrible, and the three of them will become moths.

There are many black jujube trees.

Fan Zheng snorted, "Why didn't you graft some beef-heart persimmons and pointed-headed persimmons?"

Persimmon and black jujube are close relatives, and there are many examples of successful grafting, and the difficulty is no higher than grafting Arrow Valley pear.

A bit of cunning appeared in Ming Tan's eyes: "Shangguan, after finishing all the work at once, what should we do next?"

Fan Zheng laughed.

That's right, the land in Dongmianjian is scarce, why don't you allow Ming Tan to play tricks?
If you don't get a promotion, it is understandable to rely on grafting different varieties to get a little bit of cheapness in the exam for several years in a row.

In the four-sided prison, Ming Tan's mind is the most active.

Adjacent to the Longshou West Canal, Longshou East Canal, and Chanshui, the irrigation of Dongmianjian is quite convenient. Even if you need to drive water, it is not difficult.

It's a pity that there is not much intact land.

On the land outside Yanxing Gate in the east, there are barren mounds and wild foxes everywhere, Ming Tan is not convenient to dig people's tombs, isn't it?
Wild foxes are shrewd and only live on the edge of Chang'an. Fish, birds, insects, grass, fruits and human waste are all their food sources.

Fan Zheng saw two slender dog-sized foxes poking their heads in the distance, as if they were planning something.

In addition to fur traders, there are also professional hunters, and farmers who have been eaten by foxes. Most people can't bear to hate furry foxes, and there are even nobles who enjoy raising foxes.

The most direct proof is that in Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", the proportion of foxes appearing as the heroine is very high.

It's just that the smell is a bit strong. The word body odor did not appear out of thin air.
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The terrain in the southern prison is relatively higher, and the growth of millet and wheat is a little slower than that of the director of Jingyuan outside the Xuanwu Gate.

Qi Diao didn't say anything, but secretly set aside some land to plant winter wheat, keeping it a secret.

Is this to wait for the results to come out and quietly amaze everyone?
Unfortunately, the idea is a bit outdated.

These days, well-done is worse than well-spoken, and well-speaking is not as good as flattering.

This kind of dull-working person suffers everywhere.

As the saying goes, a baby who can cry has milk to eat, but if you keep quiet, of course you will not be favored by the Shangguan.

The planting of Nanmianjian has a temperament like lacquer carvings, rigorous and old-fashioned. It doesn't look good, but it can't be wrong.

To the uninitiated, lacquer carvings are lackluster.

In Fan Zheng's eyes, climbing lacquer carvings is like Li Jing's use of soldiers, and it tastes like chewing wax.

is a master.

But the temper of masters is usually high, expecting Qi Diaopan to contact the director from time to time to express his experience, thinking too much.

After watching carefully, Fan Zheng realized that the Xuan'ao of the Jiantian Field to the south, except for some terrain that had to be avoided, was roughly horizontal and vertical, and even if there were deviations, it was very small.

This is obsessive-compulsive disorder!
In terms of fertilizer, Nanmianjian is obviously inferior, which is also helpless.

The excrement and water of each square in Chang'an City have their own fixed drainage channels, and it is impossible for the southern prison to collect them one by one. There is no inherent advantage such as Ye Ting.

If it was Qi Diao climbing his own land, he might spend money to hire someone to collect the gold juice, but this is the south prison of Jingyuan!
Do you understand, there are some things, even if you see them, it is impossible to operate them.

Rules and regulations, all kinds of rules, can make people scruples.

Breaking the rules and doing things is easy to say, if not, who will bear the responsibility?
In official affairs, many times, the first consideration is to shirk responsibility, otherwise why are there so many inactions?
"I feel that the planting of the South Supervisor is still in order, but the relationship with the director is lacking."

The point is right, whether Qi Diao Pan can be heard, and whether it can be done is another question.

Qi Diaopan just smiled and didn't answer Fan Zheng's words.

How can flattery be tolerated by a literati?

The Shangguan swelled up, and the Xiaguan bowed with his head, thinking too much.

"The weather is going well this year, and we are [-]% sure of increasing production. I can only hope that the director Mo Ke will receive the reward that the South Supervisor deserves, and I will be grateful."

Qi Diaopan's words were vaguely thorny.

Fan Zheng thought about it carefully, and his face was a little ugly.

The temperature in the south is lower, and if winter wheat is also planted, the impact of the cold spring will be greater.

It can only be said that Nanmian Prison has been prepared for the cold weather of late spring.

Good guy, you all know about the climate change, but no one told me.

No matter how broad-minded he is, he must be left speechless by this kind of staff.

Withholding rewards, this is even more ugly when you say it, it should be a mess of the previous term.

The new official ignores the old accounts, Fan Zheng will not worry about the former director's affairs, let alone use the current director's money to make up for this hole.

Qi Diaopan and the others had ideas, although they reported to Yushitai, Fan Zheng didn't care about it.

You don't fight for it yourself, expecting others to uphold justice for you?

Think more.

"I act according to the court's laws and regulations. If there is any violation, the officials can report to Yushitai." Fan Zheng's tone became a little harder.

With the account of the previous dynasty, the officials in charge of this dynasty ask for money. How much bean dregs are you thinking about?

give you face?

(End of this chapter)