Some things are better left to specialists.
Su Jiaoniang is currently looking for someone who loves agronomy, preferably someone dedicated to researching how to increase seedling yield and per-acre yield so that people at the bottom of society can fill their stomachs, someone with a broad mind and great love in their heart.
...
Such people are not easy to find, especially for her at this moment, she feels like a headless fly.
These were things that the imperial court should have been doing.
However, the imperial court was not doing its job!
Anyone who has witnessed the wealth and power of a nation cannot bear to turn a blind eye!
She can do things that people in this era can't even imagine.
Her guidance can also make life a little better.
Spring rain falls on the ground.
Su Jiaoniang saw the families farming outside the city.
A scholar sat in the field, reciting the Four Books and Five Classics.
He would occasionally put down his book, pick up a hoe, and hoe a few times before picking up the book again.
"In books, you'll find beautiful women; in books, you'll find houses of gold."
Su Jiaoniang silently turned around and went back to the courtyard.
The prefectural city was not a place to stay for long; those who could read and write were more eager to stir up trouble in the imperial court.
As she walked in the rain, Lu Wujiu suddenly said, "If you don't like the Great Zhou, go to the Qi Kingdom. Changsheng is the young emperor there. If you have any ideas, he will definitely cooperate with you."
Su Jiaoniang glanced at Lu Wujiu.
She was moved for a second.
However……
That's not how you should think about things.
Although she wasn't a native of the Great Zhou and didn't feel any sense of belonging, she was still the old scholar Su!
Sweetwater Village is a part of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
She could leave easily, but Sweetwater Village, the place that gave her a sense of belonging, couldn't go with her.
"There are beggars and people who go hungry in Qi. This is not a difference between Qi and Zhou, but a problem of insufficient grain production. If production increases and the annual output is enough to feed the people of Zhou for three years, would there still be people starving to death in this world?"
"Didn't anyone starve to death?" Lu Wujiu stared at Su Jiaoniang, imagining what kind of person she was and what kind of environment could raise her.
He had already made up his mind.
The person in front of me is not the same person I knew before.
"Almost none, unless..." living deep in the mountains and forests.
"I see!" Lu Wujiu wanted to go and take a look. But such opportunities were rare, almost nonexistent.
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