Chapter 132 Wuzhou Signboard
"Hmph, you're just a fugitive, how can you be so capable of doing these things?" someone said indignantly.
So what if you're the magistrate of Chang'an County? I've been waiting here for years, but nothing has happened. And you, a newly arrived official, are showing off your abilities!
“I don’t have much talent, but we in Huanggou Village work together and gather strength. Whether it’s making vermicelli, beekeeping, or oil pressing, we all do it with the strength of the whole village.
The subsequent construction of lime kilns and digging of ponds also required the efforts of the entire village to prepare for soil improvement. The same goes for road construction. As long as we persevere, this road will definitely be built.
Only when the road is open can access and exit be convenient, and various products can leave Huanggou Village.
Similarly, other villages, as long as they unite as one, can also develop like Huanggou Village."
Su Bucheng was not angry. How many people would believe it without seeing actual results?
The crowd was whispering, and some officials agreed with Su Bucheng's point of view, believing that as long as the manpower was organized, everyone had a common goal, and their minds and strength were combined, they would be invincible and could achieve everything.
Some people disagreed, saying that he was so high-profile and was just seeking fame and reputation. If the matter was really that simple, Lingnan had become a rich land for thousands of years. How could it be barbaric? How could Su Bucheng be exiled here?
"Let's take a look!" Ah Hei shouted.
Officials argued about truth and feasibility, but the common people preferred to see what was direct and realistic. Their ancestors and generations had lived here, and no one wanted to change this place more than they did.
"Okay! Please follow me!" Su Bucheng was full of admiration for this Slang man.
No matter how much you talk, I only look at the actual results.
Everyone lined up to watch the vermicelli making process first.
From cleaning to pounding, washing vermicelli, filtering, changing water, drying, kneading dough, pressing vermicelli, boiling vermicelli, taking out and soaking in cold water, drying, and bundling, the process is explained as you watch.
Finally, I would like to emphasize the difference between Pueraria lobata and Pueraria lobata, and that fern roots are not all varieties. I will tell you everything I know.
The Li people watched very carefully and even tried to make it themselves. Then they looked at the busy villagers coming in and out, the large area of vermicelli drying in winnowing baskets and the racks of vermicelli. They were envious and excited.
This is the life they want.
The officials watched quietly and realized that this kind of food made from grass roots and tree roots can indeed satisfy hunger and has certain economic value, but there are plenty of them in Lingnan. If they make them all in the future, who will they sell them to?
Su Bucheng saw that Xiaoxiao did not make any excuses. Some things, no matter how much you say, are not as good as changing your mindset.
He also took everyone to visit the oil mill and took oil tea fruit as an example to introduce its production steps in detail.
Ah Hei and his friends looked at the tea seeds being ground into powder in the mill ditch, and then looked at the raw materials that had just been steamed in the steamer on the stove. Several men skillfully installed the oil hoops and put them into the oil press, and a group of half-grown children helped them, and they were very happy to do it.
After a while, tea oil was seen oozing out, and the people gathered around the oil tank, mumbling something inaudible.
That wild fruit, which rots in the ground every year for who knows how many years, has actually been turned into oil! Still, only the rich can afford it.
Ah Hei reached out, dipped a little oil and put it in his mouth to taste it, to see what the oil that the nobles ate tasted like.
Su Ying chuckled. The dishes for lunch just now were made with tea oil!
He also took everyone to visit the Su family experimental field. There was no need for Su Bucheng to introduce it at this time. The field was so dazzling among the sparse seedlings, lush and prosperous.
At this moment, the officials were silent. No matter how many questions they raised, they were pale and powerless in the face of facts.
Even Wang Yannian, who had been silent the entire time, was shocked. This was exactly what fertile soil looked like in his mind! This was what crops should look like.
"Mr. Su, is this the fertile soil with humus added?" Wang Yannian squatted at the edge of the ground and grabbed a handful of soil. This soil was obviously different from other thin soil.
Thin land is red, and this piece of land is brown-red. Thin land is dry, hard and hard.
The soil of this land is soft and elastic, and it feels like oil is sizzling when you squeeze it hard.
"Yes, sir!" Su Bucheng bowed and said, "In addition to the treated compost, we also plowed the soil underneath several times. Otherwise, if we only plowed the surface without deep plowing, the effect would not be achieved."
"Not bad, not bad! It seems that you are an old hand who often works in the fields!" Wang Yannian said as his eyes unconsciously glanced at Su Bucheng's hand.
Not the clean and slender hands of ordinary scholars who lived a life of luxury, Su Bucheng's hands were somewhere between those of scholars and farmers.
The pair of slender hands she was born with were covered with calluses and a little rough, and they felt like the hairpins and cloth skirt worn by a beautiful woman.
After hearing what the recorder said, the officials secretly glanced at their own hands, which were clean and delicate. They suddenly felt that being the magistrate of Chang'an County was not so easy.
Some people previously did not feel deeply about the fact that the former Chang'an County Magistrate was exiled here.
I have seen a lot now, and when I look at the hands of the working people, I understand that the grassroots officials under the emperor are just looking at the scenery.
Even someone as capable and hardworking as Su Bucheng didn't end up well, so what could I expect of myself in Chang'an?
"This piece of land is obviously not as good as this one!" Wang Yannian pointed to the one without humus added.
"Yes, this is the experimental comparison we did! We also cultivate the land carefully here, but we don't add humus. The other fertilization and watering are all synchronized, and detailed records are kept." Su Bucheng replied.
"Yeah!" Wang Yannian agreed with this approach in his heart.
To promote it on a large scale is not just a casual remark. Su Bucheng did this and there are several sets of data.
These are all records of Jiangdong's deep plowing and careful work, and there are records of the growth of wheat and beans in the two types of land.
Every step has a basis and a record to follow. This is the attitude that a local official should have.
Otherwise, if you just act on impulse, the common people will be the ones who suffer in the end.
The Li people looked at the lush rice seedlings growing in the fields and didn't know what to say.
For thousands of years, they have been very casual about farming. Digging holes and sowing seeds were considered very hard work. They gradually accepted the Han people's way of arable land and sowing.
Unexpectedly, it is more refined here. They hoe the ground and pick up stones, break up mud when plowing the land, and even sift and dry the rotten soil from the woods before spreading it on the ground.
Farming is more meticulous than serving ancestors, no wonder the crops here are better than others!
Afterwards, they were divided into groups and went into the woods to place beehives. The carpenters hurriedly made more than twenty of them.
There were too many visitors, and they were afraid of being stung by bees, so they asked the village elders to take them to two places where the beehives were placed.
Su Bucheng and Su Ying took Wang Yannian, Ah Hei and other representatives to see the results of the early placement of beehives.
Wang Yannian had read about beekeeping in books. After all, beekeeping was not a new thing among the ancients.
But he really didn't expect that the Su family could develop beekeeping into an industry, spreading from a village to a township, then to a county and a state.
This is the secret of making money that beekeepers keep secret, but the Su family is different. They shared it with others and expanded it to a large scale with the whole village.
Relying on the natural advantages here, it will not only benefit the people, but also promote the development of this industry. It is conceivable that in the near future, honey and tea oil will definitely become the signature products of Wuzhou.
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