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The Zhen disciples, who followed Fan Xu to the countryside, watched in amazement as the newly appointed "farming envoy" plunged his stout hands into the thick soil, held up a mass of dark soil, and frowned. Twisted soil. ↑Top Novel, x. That's not enough, he actually smelled it close to his face, and there was some freshly sprinkled manure on it! Not afraid of getting dirty at all! ?

He was stunned. Fan Xu was still wearing a Confucian robe and wide sleeves when he got out of the car, but now he only has bunts on his upper body, and his lower body is a pocket that is easy to move around. He doesn't look like an official or a scholar, but like a simple farmer from the country of Lu.

Fan Xu didn't care about this at all, he sighed and said, "Yugong is right, the soil in Yanzhou is dark and not fat, the grass here is lush, and the trees here are slender. The fields here can only be lined up in Kyushu. The sixth class, so the tax should not be too high, the Jun Shang and San Qing of Lucheng taking half the tax is too much, the eleven tax of Xiao Sikou is better!"

It wasn't until this moment that Fan Xu noticed the strange expression of the guide, so he threw the dirt, wiped his body with his black hands, cracked his mouth at him, revealing his white teeth: "Don't blame me, I'm also cheap, so I have more. Can be contemptible."

...

Fan Xu is a native of Xilu. Although his ancestors were scholars, by his generation, he was already poor and humble as a commoner, and he still had to make his own fields. He urinated and carried a basket with brown rice to the fields to deliver food. His grandmother worked all year round and her waist was hunched. She often said that the mud in the fields was the most nourishing for people, not only for growing crops, but also for curing diseases. When he was young, he was torn somewhere. Grandma couldn't help but patted a piece of black wet mud on it.

Strange to say. Relying on these dirty mud, Fan Xu's body has been tough since childhood. Survived many epidemics and grew up safely. When he was a little older, he was recommended by his fellow villager Ran Qiu, and he entered Confucius' door with a few bunches of bundles, and named him "Zichi".

Fan Xu, just like his words, is very slow in learning rituals, music, poetry and books, much worse than Yan Hui and other talented disciples, and the naturally dumb questioner is also taken by Senior Brother Zilu. Therefore, he was unknown and did not please the Master very much, and he was not very interested in ritual and music. Only because of my childhood experience, I have a good impression of crops.

Because of his admiration for the Master, he thought that the teacher knew everything, so he would stupidly ask for a student.

Confucius hoped that his disciples would ask about benevolence, knowledge, etiquette, virtue, who is a scholar, who is a gentleman, how to run a family and run a state... but he never thought of it. There was a dumb disciple who came to ask how to grow crops. How could he answer such an inferior question? So he said perfunctorily, "I'm not as good as an old farmer."

The stupid Fan Xu didn't realize the Master's unhappiness yet, so he asked to learn as a garden. Confucius became even more impatient, and waved his hand: "I'm not as good as Laopu."

Fan Xu stepped out in embarrassment. Confucius said to his beloved disciples Yan Hui and Zigong, who were still inside: "What a small man, Fan Xu! If the people in the upper ranks pay attention to propriety, the people will not dare to disrespect them; if the people in the upper ranks value righteousness, the people will not dare to disobey; As long as the high-ranking people pay attention to trust, the people will not dare to be ruthless. If they can do this, the people from all over the world will come with their sons, and where do they need to grow crops by themselves?"

After Zi Gong came out. He tactfully told Fan Xu about this and asked him to pay more attention, but Fan Xu just scratched his head: "Thank you, brother, I know it, but looking at the bare land, I can't help but want to plant something. ."

From then on, when Confucius gave lectures, Fan Xu became more and more cautious, and did not dare to ask questions about etiquette, music, benevolence and justice. He didn't dare to be like Zai Yu, who openly sleeps during the day. He only dared to fly out after class like a sparrow in a cage for a long time, wandering in the fields full of Zhili and sunshine, this is his hometown , the land he is familiar with.

Soon, there was a big news among the disciples of Confucius. Zichi took the Master's sarcastic words seriously, and went to ask the old farmers and gardens to learn how to cultivate the land and grow vegetables!

This is absolutely true. Zeng Dian, who was walking around Zhongdu while drunk, saw with his own eyes that Fan Xu, under the guidance of the old farmer, supported the plow, and plowed an old-fashioned field, turning it over and over, as if it was lifted on the water. wave.

When Zigong came to question again, Fan Xu scratched his head stupidly and said with a grin: "Senior brother, in fact, watching this land being ploughed and sown, rice, rice, sunflower and vegetables grow, I feel that I have learned the master. The said gift."

"What kind of gift is this?"

Fan Xu bowed and bowed: "Like Hou Ji, as an official of farming and grain, personally lead farmers to sow hundreds of grains, persuade mulberry to be cultivated, so as to provide enough food and clothing for ten thousand people, this is what I think is the ritual."

That's right, this is the ritual and music that Fan Xu likes. It's not like Zhou Gong and Confucius, who lives in the temple, not like Laozi, who avoids the rivers and lakes, but is rooted in the countryside.

Fan Xu felt that it was much easier to get along with those old farmers and gardens than with the scholar-bureaucrats in high crowns: they wore very shabby clothes, the wrinkles on their faces were filled with sunlight and dirt, and when they smiled at him, they could still see There are few teeth left in the hollow mouth, Fan Xu doesn't need to bow, and he doesn't need any red tape, just smile back in the same way.

Farmers often grieve because of labor, epidemics, famine, and the death of relatives and friends. But soon, they would lift up their rough fingers like Li Lu Tudao to wipe away the tears, like flicking a straw off their bodies, and then continue to carry crude farm implements into the land, their faces turned to the loess and their backs to the sky.

Fan Xu felt that farming, and only farming, is the foundation of all rituals and music in the world of Shennong, down to the unchanging way of life after thousands of years!

...

Gentlemen work hard, villains work hard, the system of the first kings. Since then, Fan Xu, who did not learn real rituals and music, but wanted to work hard, was more and more regarded by Confucius as a villain. It was only because he was simple and good at fighting that he became Ran Qiu's deputy and became a member of Zhongdu. Little corporal.

After the replacement of the city chief in Zhongdu, most of the disciples of Confucius went to Lucheng with Confucius, and they were added to Zongbo's family, and only a few remained. Fan Xu, who is unpopular and unwilling to leave the countryside, is naturally one of them.

Perhaps it was Ran Qiu's request, or perhaps it was because of the "bad students", but Zai Yu admired Fan Xu's military skills very much, and recommended him as Yi Sima. Without the pressure of the Master and the talented senior brothers, Fan Xu also did a good job. With Zhao Wuxi's tacit approval, he followed Ran Qiu's training method. With the peasant children they met on weekdays, they practiced a copycat version of the mandarin duck array, and they were thieves in transit. Even the Qi soldiers who came to spy were all defeated.

After the war, after the war, the Yizai and Sima from the Central Capital also went to see Zhao Wuxi. Fan Xu, who had not interacted with the officials for a long time, was a little nervous. Recently, there have been rumors that Zhao Xiaosikou and the master have had a dirty look. When the master passed through the Central Capital, he was already very dissatisfied with his and Zai Yu's governance, so he came to see Zhao Wuxi so openly, is it really good?

However, Zhao Wuxi's virtuous corporal and people-friendly attitude are very different from Lucheng's Sanhuan, which makes Fan Chi feel good. It's just that there are differences between Zhao Kong and Kong, whether it is Ziyou. Still Zihua remained silent.

Finally, Wu Xie's words dispelled Fan Xu's hesitation.

"Learning crops and gardens? What is there? Shennong and Houji are all like this. My ancestor Boyi also raised horses himself. The so-called laborers and laborers are just different divisions of labor. It’s for ritual and music! If we must distinguish between high and low, crops are the foundation of ritual and music.”

Fan Xu was very excited. Food, clothing, housing and transportation, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, are for ritual music! How well said! As expected of a gentleman of the Zhao clan who wants to cultivate his own family and govern the country and the world, he can look down at the generous land. He is also proud of Haotian who is aloof!

Wu Xie added: "I heard that Ziyou and Zigong said Zichi has a lot of experience in farming, would you be willing to be my farmer? When farming is busy, he is responsible for patrolling the towns and promoting the method of farming on behalf of the fields and cattle farming. The old farmers and the old gardens summed up their skills. I have always wanted someone to write a farming book, but I can’t find someone who knows both the text and the hyphenation. They are also familiar with farming, so I thought about it. You are the best!”

Fan Xu was stunned, and the Master and the other senior brothers did not say anything. Even Zai Yu only took advantage of his ability to lead the army and had always been opposed to his family and farming. Zhao Wuxi was the first to express it. A person who supports and is willing to let him do something about the crops!

The utilitarian Zai Yu blinked at Fan Xu, implying that he refused. Although Zhao Wuxi's "peasant counselor" position was equivalent to that of Yi Sima, his power was much smaller. He thought he had glimpsed Zhao Wuxi's ambition to steal Xilu first, and then return to the country with troops like Luan Ying. In the future, the war under Wu Xie will be indispensable. If Fan Chi can be the brigade commander and Sima, he will definitely strengthen the strength of the Kongmen family in the Wu Xie force.

As for persuading farmers, this is a job that does not benefit from running around and working hard, and it has not yet attracted the attention of Zai Yu.

But Zhao Wuxi's next sentence made Fan Chi lose all hesitation and bowed his head.

"Zi Chi Mianzhi, don't forget your original intention, maybe one day, you will become the ancestor of 'farm'!"

"Me? Farmhouse? Ancestor!?"

Fan Xu was stunned. Influenced by Zhao Wuxi's words and deeds, some people now call the Taigong Wang in ancient times, as well as the current Sima Rangju, Sun Wuzi called it a military school, and some people called Confucius a Confucian school, and a doctor called it a Confucian school. Bian Que's "Ling Que" is a physician.

In the eyes of a gentleman from the Zhao family, this villain of Confucius actually has the qualifications to establish a sect?

He immediately gave up everything, ignored Zai Yu's staring, and even no longer cared about the opinions of Confucius and his brothers and sisters. He became Zhao Wuxi's decree to persuade farmers, and returned to his most beloved and familiar land when Meng Chun was in the first month of the month. , chatting and laughing with old farmers and nurseries.

"In the first month, the weather will drop, the earth's air will rise, the air of heaven and earth will be mixed, and the grass will begin to sprout and grow..."

Zhao Xiaosikou ordered the arrangement of spring ploughing, while Fan Xu was ordered to walk through the towns of Xilu, inspect and repair the fields and water canals, and add keel waterwheels. He carefully studied the suitable crops for various terrains on hills and sloping fields, how to use the method of substituting fields, how to use oxen, ploughs, and hoes, and taught these to farmers, so that they would have no doubts. In Meng Chunzhiyue, the field affairs are properly regulated, so that there will be a bumper harvest in autumn.

The decree promulgated by Zhao Wuxi forbidding the killing of cattle for sacrifice is reasonable and persuasive under his explanation.

There is a saying in the Shangshu, the best governance is fragrant, I feel the gods, the millet and rice are not fragrant, and the virtues are fragrant. The second and third sons should not be afraid that the gods will be unhappy, just put the ox on the plow, turn over the soil of the field, and wait for a few months. The green millet seedlings will turn into yellow and bright food after autumn, and they will be transpired to the ghosts and gods, and they will be even more happy! It is not because of blood food that they are happy, but because of your diligent farming virtues!"

Fan Xu, after all, is in the Confucius Sect, and if he can't even fool a group of Lizhong clans, it's not a white gangster, this is what he said to the lizhong taxi and the middle family, and to the poor and humble family, he said: " Yisi will provide cattle for each lilu, which will be used in turn by Shiwu, and those who have participated in the war as soldiers will be given priority!”

"However, there are still not enough farm tools!" Youri Chang complained.

Fan Xu smiled and said: "As for the farm tools... Si Kou said that last year Qi people left thousands of corpses in Xilu, and there were also 5,000 prisoners. Most of them went into the treasury, so Si Kou decided to re-melt them in the furnace and cast them into new hoes, shovels, and plows! They are also distributed according to Shiwu, or those who have participated in the exhibition are given priority!"

Every time the farmer and his subordinate farm officials go to lightnovelpub.net, they will announce the matter, and at the same time, they will distribute cattle, seeds, and farm tools in the pavilion. Without exception, whether it was in Yiyi, Linqiu, Zhen, Yuncheng, or Punan Weidi, there were bursts of cheers!

The old farmers and the old nurses are the leaders of each country's wild family. They believe that a lord who attaches great importance to farming must be a good lord!

Thousands of years later, farmers' thinking is still so straightforward and simple.

"Xianzai Sikou! Forge swords into plows!"

...

Zhao Wuxi quietly went north amid the cheers and came to the foot of an inconspicuous hill at the junction of the new territory of Jiyi and Xuju.

This place is called Taoqiu, and it is the largest iron mine he can control!

"It's obviously not enough to use broken weapons to make bronze farm implements. Before Xing Ao had news about the swordsmith in Wu State, and before the wheat was planted in the autumn and winter, he had to find a way to make thousands of usable iron hoes. This is farming. The right way to flow!" (To be continued.)