Chapter 3180 Meeting (Update 4)
Uncle Qian nodded, but after waking up from a nap, he pulled Zhou Lizhong aside and started muttering, "It's not good for a couple to be separated for too long. Although being an official here is promising, a family can't be separated forever. I heard that your wife is also an official?"
Zhou Erlang, who was squatting in the yard washing his face, paused, looked up at Uncle Qian, and frowned slightly.
After breakfast, Zhou Erlang insisted on sending Uncle Qian home. As he walked in, Uncle Qian kept muttering, "There's still so much work to do in the fields. I think you just want to be lazy. It's not like I don't know the way, but you still insist on sending me back home."
Zhou Erlang smiled innocently, reached out and pulled his cousin aside to whisper, "My uncle's memory hasn't been very good lately. I noticed that he forgot what I told him last night this morning."
The eldest cousin said nonchalantly, "People's memories get worse as they get older, isn't that normal? If it's not important, he'll forget it the moment he turns around. If it's important, he'll bring it up again and again. It's okay, just a few more words."
Zhou Erlang: "...No, I heard Manbao say that forgetfulness is also a disease."
"You say it's forgetfulness, but doesn't that mean you have to be healthy to forget things? If you're healthy, what disease can you have?"
Zhou Erlang was actually convinced for a moment, but he quickly reacted, grabbed his cousin's arm and said, "No, Manbao said this is a disease, and this is the disease."
Qian Dalang: "...then what should we do?"
Zhou Erlang: "Go see a doctor."
Qian Dalang glared, "Now?"
"If not now, when should we wait? It just so happens that my uncle forgot something today. This might be a case of illness. Feeling his pulse now should be able to tell the diagnosis."
"But it's busy farming season right now...Okay, okay, let's go, but you have to come with me and tell Dad. I don't mind taking a day off to take Dad to see a doctor, but do you think he'll go?"
Uncle Qian beat the two men out with a broom. He was so annoyed that he said he was not sick. If he was sick, would he have been able to go to the fields to help the Zhou family harvest so much rice yesterday?
Qian Dalang was hit in the face by a broom. He covered his face and said to Zhou Erlang, "It's all your fault. It's been years since I was beaten by my father. My grandson was watching me just now."
Zhou Erlang: "...Anyway, this is an illness. When the busy farming season is over, you should find a way to take your uncle to the city to see a doctor."
"Okay, okay, I got it."
Zhou Erlang became worried. When he finished his work that night, he went home and said to Zhou Lizhong, "Tomorrow, thresh the rice in the yard, weigh it, and write to Manbao. Also, tell Manbao that your grandfather is very forgetful now. I remember she mentioned it before. It's a disease. Ask her if she has a good prescription and write one back for your grandfather to drink."
Zhou Lizhong was surprised, "Grandpa is sick?"
Zhou Erlang nodded. "That should be it. It's just a disease that makes me forget things all the time. Anyway, if you write it like this, Manbao will understand it at a glance."
Zhou Lizhong nodded repeatedly. The next day, after threshing the rice, he wrote down the numbers and sent the letter.
Their letters were sent via caravans, first to the capital and then to Qingzhou.
The letter carried by the caravan was faster than that carried by the post station, and arrived in the capital in less than ten days. Mr. Zhuang in the capital had just received the box sent back by Daji.
The Zhou family opened Zhou Lizhong's letter because it described the per-acre yield of the new rice seeds there. Qian then sent someone to give the letter to Mr. Zhuang for a decision.
After reading it, he copied it and sealed the handwritten envelope and gave it to Daji. "Have someone send it to Qingzhou. You stay in the capital first and wait until there is news from the palace before leaving."
Daji agreed, took the letter and left.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the memorial and letter in front of him, pondered for a long time, then put the box away and stood up, "Prepare the car and go to the Wei Mansion."
Daji drove Mr. Zhuang there personally.
Mr. Zhuang stroked the box in his hand, and finally sighed when he got off the car, then forced a smile and walked into the Wei Mansion.
Wei Zhi's condition has improved a little recently and he has started attending court. However, his health is not as good as before, so he has handled less government affairs and still looks sick.
"Mister Zhuang?" Wei Zhibi paused for a moment, then immediately put it down. "Please come in."
Although Wei Zhi had a good relationship with Bai Shanzhou and had an old relationship with Mr. Zhuang, it was only because Zhuang Xun was a lecturer at Chongwenguan and was considered a member of the Eastern Palace that Wei Zhi had little contact with him privately.
Wei Zhi was surprised to hear that he came to him.
When he got the memorial in the box, he was even more surprised. "Why didn't Minister Zhuang deliver such an important thing to the Crown Prince?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "This is Bai Shan's memorial. It's the work of Bai Shan and the Zhou family. However, since they are not in the capital, I have to forward it to the palace. This is for Your Majesty and the court."
Wei Zhi understood. He was him, Bai Shan was Bai Shan, and the Zhou family was the Zhou family.
Wei Zhi showed approval and hurried to look at the rice ears in the box.
At this time, the rice ears had dried up a lot, but the rice grains were still full. He picked them up carefully, and the hanging rice ears were heavy.
Wei Zhi exclaimed, "They actually grew it."
Mr. Zhuang smiled and nodded. Although he was also surprised, he was not too surprised. In the past few years, the Zhou family has been working very hard on this matter. Every year when the rice was harvested in the village, the emotions were very complicated. They were happy if the crops were good, but they were inevitably disappointed if the crops were bad.
After spending so much time and energy, it was normal to gain something, but he didn't expect the gains to be so great.
General Wei Zhi carefully read Bai Shan's memorial twice, his eyes shining as he said, "The people are the foundation of the world, and food is the people's foundation. If the new rice seeds are indeed so high-yielding, the world will be transformed."
"The yield per mu is six dan, while the previous yield per mu was less than three dan..." Wei Zhi calculated excitedly.
Mr. Zhuang said, "This is just the harvest from one plot of land. Before, when they cultivated this rice seed in their official fields, the yield per mu reached seven dan, and that was sun-dried rice. The weight above is for raw rice."
Wei Zhi was surprised. "Doesn't that mean production has been reduced? Why is there such a big difference?"
Mr. Zhuang had heard them talk about rice cultivation quite a bit over the years, and having studied agricultural texts himself, he said with a smile, "Different environments, different soil and fertilizer, different rainfall, even different sunlight, naturally lead to different yields."
He said, "In fact, they had already begun to differ from each other after they were planted in various places, and they would later differentiate into different seeds, just like the new wheat seeds more than ten years ago."
Mr. Zhuang said, "By now, the new wheat varieties are being grown in various places, but they are already different from the first batch of new wheat varieties, and they are even more different from each other."
"For example, wheat seeds grown in the north are more drought-resistant, while wheat seeds grown in the south prefer water. If we now plant new wheat seeds that have been grown in the south for more than a decade in the north, there will definitely be a big difference compared to the wheat seeds that have always been grown in the north."
Wei Zhi nodded, "Sir, you are right."
He immediately stood up and said, "This matter is of great importance. I will go to the palace to see His Majesty. Minister Zhuang, please come with me."
There is one more chapter, but it will be late, so everyone go to sleep and read it tomorrow
(End of this chapter)
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