Zhang Zheng opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but strangely he felt that what the other person said made a lot of sense.
He was a child of an aristocratic family and had long been accustomed to thinking from the perspective of the aristocratic family. He took it for granted that common people were not qualified to enjoy the same rights as them.
That's why I feel that the Qiao family's actions are hypocritical. I think they are just trying to win people's hearts and pretend to be nice. All this must not be from the heart but for other purposes.
But his idea was obviously not accepted by his senior brother and teacher.
After Cao Guanshi left, he couldn't help but ask, "Sir, do you really think these common people are qualified to publish books?
When did writing books become a common thing? Aren’t the Qiao family afraid of being criticized by thousands of students in the future for doing this? "
He Jinzhuo retorted: "Why not? The Mohist mechanical art has existed since ancient times, and there are many books on it, but it is controlled by the aristocratic families.
Ordinary people just can't see it. People have been writing books and biographies about farmers since the Spring and Autumn Period. It's not something that just appeared today.
The people are the foundation of a country, and food is the first necessity of the people. How many people have struggled all their lives to have enough food and clothing.
How many emperors hope for peace and prosperity in the world.
If everyone lived like the villagers in Laohu Town, would the people still rebel and would the dynasty still be overthrown?
If someone really wrote a book to teach people how to farm, it would be a great thing that would benefit the present and future generations.
No matter what the Qiao family's purpose is, at least now he has made so many people live a good life, Junior Brother, you are narrow-minded!"
Liang Shengming did not refute the views of his two disciples, but just told them a fact.
“Qingyang Academy will also establish separate agricultural colleges, engineering colleges, and imperial examinations and martial arts in the future.
The head of the Qiao family is an extremely pragmatic person. In her eyes, we scholars are no different from farmers in the fields.
The Qiao family wrote books and biographies on agronomy truthfully, and they have the confidence to do so.
Haven't you noticed that the plants in the fields around Lao Hu Town are growing exceptionally lush?
Look at the beans they picked this morning. They are free of insects and are plump and slender. They are so densely packed and growing. Have you ever seen this anywhere else?
This place is very different from the places we have studied in the past, and Qingyang Academy is definitely not a school with traditional conventions.
So whether or not to stay, I hope you two will think twice before making a decision."
"Sir, are you so optimistic about Laohu Town?" Zhang Zheng was unwilling to accept this. He really didn't want his world-famous teacher to stay in this small mountain village for the rest of his life!
Liang Shengming did not answer him, but stood up and followed the crowd to the field.
He wanted to see how the Qiao family managed to make the output from the land far better than that of the best farmland.
When Manager Cao saw the three masters and disciples leaving, he did not stop them.
He had his own things to do. When the old lady was away, he had to organize people to dry all the beans covered with dew, and then spread them all in a large vat for pickling when it got dark.
This job seems to have no real value, but it turns out there are too many problems.
The huge threshing floor was covered with straw mats, covered with densely packed beans. It looked like there was enough mats to cover more than thirty large vats, but there were still people coming and going, transporting baskets of beans here.
"There are too many of them. I have no place to put them. I have to pick them, but what should I do with so many?"
Chef Fang never thought that one day he would end up scratching his head because of too much of a certain ingredient.
"It's okay. Didn't I tell you to boil some water? If there's any excess, blanch it in the boiling water, then hang it up on a rope. It won't go bad if it's dried. When there's a shortage of vegetables in the winter, you can use it to stew meat."
And those eggplants, have them cut into slices and made into some dried dishes. Someone from the prince's restaurant will come and collect them."
"Okay, it's this red thing, but what should I do? I don't know how to do it!"
Chef Fang rubbed his burning palms with a worried look on his face.
This dish is green and red, and the juice is so spicy that it hurts your eyes when you crush it. What kind of dish is this?
The old lady only asked everyone to pick the big ones, but she didn't even have the chance to explain to them what they were.
No one knows where she has gone again, and she is always nowhere to be found at critical moments. It's simply life-threatening!
The master is too busy, which is not a good thing!
It makes them look like trash!
Manager Cao smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Just ask the old lady. Before you entered the Qiao family, you knew nothing, and it was the old lady who taught you step by step."
If you don't understand, ask the master, but don't pretend to know, that will easily lead to trouble!"
Chef Fang thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.
The master is the master. If he were as stupid as them in thinking, he wouldn’t have the glorious life he has today.
The two old friends were chatting about everything.
When Shunzi brought the salt over, steward Cao's feet were already piled with boiled tofu. The seven or eight pots nearby were still boiling tofu.
"Master, you are too busy to handle this. Find two more stoves and boil water here. All the bean sprouts must be pickled with cold boiled water. Pickling with raw water will easily cause them to rot and breed worms."
Manager Cao said in embarrassment: "Where can I find help? Almost all the idle people in the village have been called to run errands!"
"That has to be done, Master. You have to go back quickly. I see another caravan coming. Several of them met us last time when we were selling peaches. I guess they are here to buy winter melons this time."
"What about you? What are you busy with?"
"I'm here to deliver salt, and I'm also sending a few carts of winter melons to Madam. The winter melons in Madam's grocery store were sold out as soon as they were put on display."
Obviously there was a disaster a few days ago, but there are more caravans in Weizhou Prefecture than before. How could those who travel all over the country lack these little things?
It's a hot day and people are already feeling very hot. Suddenly, such a crisp, sweet and juicy fruit appears in front of you. Who wouldn't want to try it?
Besides, his melons only cost ten cents per pound, so one could be bought for about a hundred cents, which was enough for three or five people to share for a meal.
Shunzi paused, then asked Song Yaotou who was not far away, "Uncle Song, how was your rest? Can we set off tomorrow? The old lady wants to order another batch of jars from you guys, and send another 30 over. Is that okay with you?"
Songyaotou: Ah?
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Song Yaotou was stunned by this sudden good news. He suddenly felt as if there was a mountain of gold waiting for the people in their village to earn.
In previous years, they could sell twenty such large vats a year, which was already the maximum limit!
But this year I changed my boss and sold 60 of them at once. A large jar cost 200 wen, so I made 12 taels of silver from this trip. After deducting the travel expenses, I only made 2 taels of silver at most.
By then, the price of silver would be 10 taels per cent, and these seven or eight families would each get more than one tael, which would be enough for them to live a good life for a while.
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