Chapter 127 Silage

  However, Wang Xun, who was pulled over by Zhao Guang to watch the fun together, had a bitter expression on his face. Here, one is called his elder brother, and the other is his own adult. I don’t know what to do between them. So I feel very embarrassed.

   "I remember that General Wang was envied by his colleagues at that time, and he didn't want to embarrass his son in Zhuye prison at that time, so he asked for leave, right?"

  Wang Ping was taken aback, thinking that you told me to sue me? Why does the taste change when you say it out of your mouth now?

"Well, at that time, the imperial court ordered Zhuye to supervise the production of Ba Niuli, which was related to the grand plan of reclamation in Hanzhong. Zishi, as the supervisor of Zhuye, was really unbearable to be disturbed by everyone. At that time, even General Wang was troubled a lot. He was actually envied by his colleagues, and it never occurred to him that General Wang would rather take a leave of absence than disobey the court's laws, which is really admirable and lamentable!"

  Feng Yong looked at Wang Ping with admiration.

  As soon as these words came out, not only Wang Ping, but even Zhao Guang and Wang Xun opened their mouths.

  In this world, there are such brazen claims?

  When Wang Xun was the supervisor of Zhuye, he was indeed unbearable to be disturbed by everyone, and Wang Ping was indeed envied by his colleagues, but the matter of asking for leave was not instigated by the person in front of him? How did it become something admirable and deplorable at this point?

Regardless of the expressions of the two people at the door, Feng Yong picked up the packaged items, walked up to Wang Ping, and handed them over: "At this time, I have to worry about General Wang. In this package, there is a bundle of wool and a piece of wool." Bu, there is another letter, please send it to the prime minister, General Wang, and you must hand it to the prime minister."

  Wang Ping stood up and took what Feng Yong handed over, feeling a little confused.

   "Thanks for your hard work, General Wang." Feng Yong saluted, "It's just that when you see the prime minister in the future, don't forget what I said today."

  Wang Ping was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Feng Langjun seemed to have something in his words!

  However, he is a thoughtful person after all. Hearing Feng Yong's words, he recalled what he said just now, and after confirming that there were no omissions, he nodded: "I will never forget."

  Feng Yong nodded, and said to Wang Xun: "Zishi, General Wang's going is very important, so it is best to leave as soon as possible. You and General Wang go to prepare dry food for the horses, so that you can send General Wang off."

  Wang Xun clasped his hands and saluted dumbly. His three views were being refreshed.

  Of course, this brother is always refreshing his ideas.

  When Feng Yong was in college, he took a course called topology, which was actually CAD drawing.

  The professor spent a whole semester teaching students how to use CAD to combine various relationships in a certain area, such as roads, altitude, minerals, population, etc., and then draw these relationships in different ways.

  And the certain region that the professor used was precisely based on the Hanzhong region.

  Feng Yong drew the map of Hanzhong for several months, and he was about to throw up.

  The professor happened to be an extremely serious person. In his course, there is no exam at the end of the term, and there is no homework at ordinary times, but there is a requirement, that is, you have to follow him to draw the pictures you made on your computer in every class, then save them, and learn these drawing steps.

  His courses, each section is coherent, each lesson will have different content.

  The beginning of his next class must be based on the picture drawn in the previous class. As long as you dare to miss a class, there will be many places where you will not understand what others are talking about in the next class.

  The most disgusting thing is that at the end of the semester, he will send everyone a different map of the place, and ask you to use the method he taught this semester to make detailed drawings of the maps you get.

   This is the only homework in a semester. The picture I made meets the standard. Even if I finish this subject, I can’t meet the standard. I’ll wait until the next semester to fail the subject and retake it!

   This trick has deceived many students who usually do not pay attention to the class, let alone the students who skip class from time to time.

Feng Yong was almost cheated and failed the course that time. Due to the tight schedule, the picture he submitted was not in the format required by the professor. However, the professor saw that his picture was well done, so he sent it back and asked him to change it again. format, and finally let him pass the test.

  So, Hanzhong is actually more familiar to Feng Yong than Jincheng, after all, it was the place where he painted for several months.

He remembered that the professor first described the Hanzhong Basin as saying that there are Qinling Mountains in the north, Daba Mountain in the south, and the Hanzhong Plain formed by the alluvial Han River in the middle. Leaving Qishan Mountain, peek at Liangzhou, which is the birthplace of the Han family.

   It is precisely because of this that Feng Yong knew that the Qinling Mountains in the north of Hanzhong blocked the cold air that roared down, making it a relatively late winter, and the temperature was relatively warm throughout the year.

   Fortunately, when he arrived in Hanzhong, Feng Yong caught Hanzhong Qiu's little tail.

   After a day's rest, Feng Yong began to assign tasks.

  Half-withered and half-green grass was everywhere, and the cows and sheep ate their stomachs with open stomachs, and they ate each one until their stomachs became full. At the same time, several herdsmen were watching to prevent the cattle and sheep from running around.

  The most spectacular thing is that a group of people in the field are desperately harvesting grass, and the cut grass is piled up in piles.

  At this time, Feng Yong was standing in front of the deep ditch that was as high as a person, watching the people below smashing the bottom and wall of the ditch with wood, making sure to smash it tightly.

   "Brother, what is the use of digging these deep trenches?"

   "silage."

   "What is silage?"

   "It is the forage that cattle and sheep eat during the winter, but it is not hay, but similar to that green grass. Cattle and sheep love it very much, so it is called green material."

  Although Feng Yong had already heard it once in Yang'an Pass, Zhao Guang and others still couldn't believe it when they saw it with their own eyes.

  “How can it be similar to that green grass without drying up?”

"Both the bottom and sides of the ditch should be covered with withered grass, and then the green grass should be chopped up, put into the ditch, and stepped on firmly. At the same time, the top must be sealed to prevent rainwater from seeping in. When feeding cattle and sheep, open the cover and leave Take it. After taking it, it must be sealed again."

   "It's over like this? Is it so simple?"

  Feng Yong smiled confidently: "There is nothing new in the world. Many things are just separated by a layer of paper, so there is no need to think so complicated."

   "I originally thought that although the thatched cottage is dilapidated, why use so much thatch? It turns out that my brother used the forage to do this."

  Zhao Guang suddenly realized.

  Back then, when Feng Yong went to engage in the military and civilian fish and water situation, he was actually helping the herdsmen to store green fodder for the livestock to survive the winter.

  The old man who spoke poor Mandarin pointed to the tower-shaped fodder silos and explained to Feng Yong that they were for cattle and sheep to eat in the winter.

   This thing is very simple to make, the most important thing is to chop the grass and seal it.

However, this silage also pays attention to the raw materials, because the more moisture and sugar the forage has, the better the quality of the silage will be. Forage made like Feng Yong’s is half-dry and half-green fodder at most. , far less than later generations.

   Fortunately, this is just an experiment, and there is no need for too high requirements.

   It's a pity that this is an era without plastic, and sealing is a big problem, so Feng Yong didn't expect to be able to keep 100% of the feed from going bad like later generations.

  But as long as it can reach 60 to 70%, it is considered a success.

  In the era of extensive, there are extensive ways of living.

  (end of this chapter)