Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 327
three days later.

Tongren Tang entered into the Director's Office of Jingyuan with a smile on his face: "Good idea, Director! On the Jingshui side, Duke Feng's mill has been demolished, and another location has been found for relocation."

Just know that.

For each family, milling is almost a once-and-for-all way of making money, and it costs almost no manpower. It is impossible to completely dismantle it only by hydraulic drive, and it goes back and forth.

The brutal method of smashing the mill into gravel is actually a waste of resources.

If the milling is used well, it can save countless manpower and animal power. A lot of wheat goes in, husked once, and powdered twice. It can be used on a large scale, and it can save a lot of trouble for Datang.

"It's nothing more than treating people with sincerity." Fan Zheng chuckled.

Regarding the matters of Dou Fengjie's security and privacy, one should not leak the slightest word to the outside world, otherwise you will be setting yourself up against yourself.

Dou Fengjie, the second generation official, can still be handed over.

If it is pushed up to the Western Wei Dynasty, Dou Fengjie is the official of the Five Dynasties.

According to the saying that the Han people took refuge in Hudi, his family can still be pushed back to Dou Rong, the 28th general of Yuntai, the founder of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The term "north into Xianbei" has always been controversial.

Fan Zheng personally believes that the Hedouling clan and the Dou clan of the Eastern Han Dynasty are more likely to cling to each other.

Jiancheng Tang Yidian was so busy that he was going crazy, the weather in July was like burning his skin under the sun, and he also led a group of aboriginal households, driving cattle and pulling Quyuanli to loosen the soil back and forth.

It's not in vain, at least if the eggs are turned out, the birds can have a good meal, and the soil can be broken into pieces so that they don't stick together.

It is not to say that the land in ancient times would not be hardened, and the land without excessive use of chemical fertilizers would also harden, but it is just a matter of degree.

Regardless of whether it is the pile of straw or the root of weeds, they are all exposed to the hot air, and the water is lost quickly, and then they become dead grass.

Some householders hold rakes and other tools to slowly gather up the dry grass, and after it is scorched in the sun, it is burned. The high temperature distorts the vision, and the ashes make people cover their noses.

Some people may say, oops, why not smash it and return it to the field, and when it is burned, ashes will fly all over the sky.

Why not eat minced meat.

How long will it take for the crushed straw and weeds to be digested by the land, will there be mold during the process, and will the vigorous weeds be reborn?

Most importantly, who is responsible for the losses incurred?

Slap your head to make up your mind, slap your chest to make sure you're fine, can you slap your ass and leave if you can't clean up the mess?

Incineration is the most efficient way to turn it into fertilizer. It has been used for thousands of years. Can some officials with water in their heads stop it?

With his hands behind his back, under the gray shade of trees, Fan Zheng watched Tang Yidian yelling vigorously, and gradually became familiar with farming, and his heart relaxed.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just study hard.

It is not necessary for Tang Yidian to learn as profoundly as Feng Chu, at least he can handle daily farming.

In later generations, in the era of subdivision of various industries, it may not be easy to do, but it is not too difficult in Datang, where knowledge division is relatively rough.

Looking at Tang Yidian's appearance, if it wasn't for his frail body, he would have kicked the ox aside and pulled Qu Yuanli to plow the land by himself.

Fan Zheng covered his mouth and coughed dryly twice. Tang Yidian immediately trotted over and wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "Shangguan has worked hard."

Fan Zheng interfaced instinctively: "Jian Cheng's life is hard."

The two smiled at each other.

Tang Yidian often heard this kind of funny words when he was the chief bookkeeper, and he got used to it.

"It's a hot day, you come out to work in the scorching sun, and you have to take care of your body and be careful of Sha Qi."

Sha can be divided into hot sha, cold sha, and colic sha. This season generally refers to heat sha, which is heatstroke.

Tang Yidian grinned: "It's strange to say that in this season of previous years, the lower officials would get Sha more or less once, but this year it went smoothly."

Could it also be due to lack of exercise in previous years?
Fan Zheng shook his head: "Don't be careless. Guo Jing, buy bamboo hats and distribute them. Boil water with woad indigo and let the villagers drink it to relieve the heat. When the sun is scorching at noon, arrange for everyone to rest for an hour."

Woad, that is, medicinal Radix Radix.

Why not say Banlangen?

Because the name Banlangen is an alias for several species at the same time, it is easy to confuse it. If you use dyeing and oil refining as medicine, it will be a lot of fun.

Shandougen also has this effect. The name of the problem first appeared in the Song Dynasty medical book "Kaibao Chongding Materia Medica", referred to as "Kaibao Materia Medica", which is obviously out of date.

"By the way, contact the Imperial Medical Office and ask them to arrange a doctor to inspect the director's territory of Jingyuan and give advice on escaping from the heat. It is best to keep a medical student for the director and the four prisons for backup, and extra money will be paid."

Fan Zheng arranged.

Damn, the weather this year is really unbelievably hot. It's July and there is no cool breeze, and I feel hot under my feet through the hemp shoes.

You can't wear black leather shoes, even hemp shoes, when you go to the Tai Chi Hall, you still smell of soy bean.

"Shangguan, it may be troublesome after autumn. The water level of Longshou Dongqu has dropped by half, so it's not easy to irrigate!"

Tang Yidian muttered.

On the contrary, Guo Jing burst out laughing, but quickly covered his mouth.

Fan Zheng sneered slightly: "Speak up if you have something to say, I didn't stop you."

If you follow Feng Chu's hidden stinking faults, your future will be like that.

Guo Jing restrained his smile, and spoke carefully: "The lower official said that one glance is shallow, that after a severe drought, there will be a severe flood, and after a severe flood, there will be a severe drought, and the way of yin and yang complements each other."

This young man even throws out Taoist ideas from time to time, which is interesting, and his background is several times stronger than that of Fan Zheng.

Tang Yidian understood Guo Jing's meaning: "So, the director thinks that the director of Jingyuan's land should not be protected from drought, but from flooding?"

It sounds unbelievable!

Fan Zheng pondered for a long time: "According to Guo Jing's suggestion, the director's place will be flooded, and the only thing you need to do is ask!"

Of course, Guo Jing's words cannot be [-]% true, but the probability is as high as [-]%.

Fan Zheng listened to Guo Jing's words, Gan Gang was arbitrary, and he had to take risks.

Guo Jing's heart warmed up, and a feeling similar to the death of a confidant arises spontaneously.

Shangguan does not ignore his youth and inexperience, he still values ​​his opinions, and is even willing to bear the responsibilities arising therefrom!
The feeling of being valued, for young people who have just entered the official career, is even more refreshing than getting promoted and getting rich.

Guo Jing reminded in a low voice, "Shangguan, this is just my humble opinion, and it may not be accurate."

Fan Zheng waved his hand: "It's okay. It's up to you to say it or not, and it's up to me to accept it or not. If Shangguan doesn't even have this kind of heart, why don't you go home and baby boy."

The female recorder next to her, Tong Feiyan, covered her mouth and smiled.

The surname Tong has many origins. It is said that the ancestor of Tong Feiyan was Che Hou in the early Han Dynasty, who referred to Jue as the surname. When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty changed the taboo to Tong.

In the duties of the director of Jingyuan, the recorder is only a foreign official, not a high-ranking official.

Hearing Fan Zheng's words, Tang Yidian, who was a little hesitant at first, immediately expressed his opinion: "The lower officials will immediately deploy manpower to prevent flooding in an all-round way!"

(End of this chapter)