Two in one! Shen Zhiwei admitted that she lacked in abstraction...
Although I didn't want to admit it, it was actually a coffin. A loud thunder struck and directly split the grave open, and also took out the coffin. You don't have to think about what the corpse in the coffin looked like.
Hu Youan suddenly felt a little guilty. Would Tai Shenghou come to see her in the middle of the night?
There's no point looking for her, this is a punishment from heaven!
Hu Youan thought about it and convinced herself. She was following the king's orders. How could the king be wrong? The one who was wrong was Taisheng Hou, who was still restless after his death.
"Doctor, let's go back to the tent. It's going to rain heavily soon." Qiu reminded. Hu Youan took one last look at the black pit, smiled with satisfaction, turned back into the tent, and picked up the pen to write a letter.
Shen Zhiwei was so happy after receiving the letter that he wanted to set off some fireworks.
There are no fireworks for bad news, but there are firecrackers for good news!
She had one prepared and burned directly in the palace.
The crackling sounds of the bamboo tubes burning in the fire made me feel a bit like the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, but the Chinese New Year was still six months away.
Fortunately, this world is based on the game setting and does not restore the customs of the Zhou Dynasty 100%. The lunar calendar does exist, so Shen Zhiwei does not need to adapt to the new calendar.
"Your Majesty, what good news has happened to you? Setting off firecrackers in broad daylight is truly a scene of great joy."
Wen Tao came into the palace to see Shen Zhiwei. As soon as she entered the palace, she heard the sound of firecrackers. After seeing Shen Zhiwei, she mentioned it with a smile.
"Of course there's great news. I heard my farm outside the city had a bumper harvest. I've been busy harvesting these past two days. We'll probably know the results tomorrow. Ah Tao, do you want to go out of the city with me?"
Shen Zhiwei was in a very good mood at the moment, and a smile appeared on his face, which usually had no expression.
Wen Tao was flattered when she heard this and agreed immediately. She had heard about this matter vaguely before, but since the manor was the king's private property, she didn't want to ask too much.
"I have a fellow disciple who arrived in Jingchang a while ago and is now living in Jingchang City. I heard that she came to the king's manor and witnessed the bountiful harvest with her own eyes, which was like a blessing from heaven. I was very envious of her before, but I didn't expect that she would be invited by the king himself."
Wen Taochao casually mentioned her senior sister.
"You have a senior sister? Oh, yes, you are a student with a legitimate master. Then how many disciples does your master have in total?"
Shen Zhiwei was not very interested in Wen Tao's senior sister, but she was very interested in all of Wen Tao's fellow disciples.
In troubled times like this, the students carefully taught by a famous teacher sound like a group of people with lofty ideals.
Everyone wants to make a contribution to the world and hopes to change it through what they have learned. That youthful spirit is the most shining treasure in the long river of history.
The living people at Shen Zhiweit's workplace are almost dead, their bodies cold, and they really need this kind of heartwarming story to warm their bodies.
"The teacher has only taught seven students in his lifetime, and the senior sister who came to Jingchang City this time is the sixth."
"Doesn't that mean that you are the junior sister of your master?" Many fantasy novels that he had read in modern times suddenly appeared in Shen Zhiwei's mind. There is always a junior sister in every fantasy novel.
Wen Tao nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is right, Tao is considered as a junior sister."
There is no such thing as "little junior sister" these days. Even when talking about other people's children, people don't say "the youngest". The name is rather new, but similar concepts have always existed.
"Your teacher, Changzi, is very famous and knowledgeable. A student who catches his eye must be extraordinary. Tomorrow, you can invite your sixth senior sister to come with you."
Seeing that Tao was only talking to the point and didn't discuss her fellow disciples further, Shen Zhiwei considerately didn't ask any further questions.
For example, among groups of teachers and students like this, throughout history, there are few who have harmonious relationships, but many who end up being completely different. This is understandable, just like modern classmates. Everyone gets together to study, and naturally there are those who have good relationships while getting along with each other, and there are those who have bad relationships while getting along with each other.
In addition to being from the same school, they may be enemies with opposite political views, strangers with huge class gaps, or like-minded friends.
After leaving the learning environment, there may not be any contact. Modern people can use mobile phones to shorten the distance of thousands of miles to a few steps, but there are still cases where old classmates have not seen each other or communicated for decades. In ancient times, travel depended on walking and communication depended on shouting. It was normal that after leaving the school, you would never see each other again in this life or death.
In this light, it is quite rare for Wen Tao's sixth senior sister to come to Jingchang.
Shen Zhiwei admitted that he was a little curious. Why did the other party come to Jingchang?
It's impossible that he would be attracted by her domineering aura and want to join her, just like what was written in some novels about hegemony, right?
As soon as Wen Tao left, Shen Zhiwei locked himself in the bedroom, and when he opened the system background, he laughed in his heart.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha, I'm really becoming more and more narcissistic now. But who made me such a smart and talented person who can do everything well? I can even come up with such a plot that the whole world bows down with a wave of my arm. I am really worthy of being me."
All of Shen Zhiwei's inner thoughts were converted into text and sent to the system, and then the system popped up a human-computer reply like "I don't understand what you are saying."
Shen Zhiwei has become able to completely ignore the system's response and talk to himself.
She now completely treats the system backend as an emotional trash can and a diary-like outlet for venting. She posts all the complaints in her heart that she cannot say to others here.
"I really don't know how many seeds we could have grown in ancient times using scientific planting methods and fertilizers. This is intensive farming. Whether we can have enough food in the future depends on them. Please don't let me down!"
"But the seed base isn't very good. Millet doesn't yield much per acre. Should we plant all wheat next year? Can we plant rice? I still like rice, but there don't seem to be any paddy fields here. Wheat is fine too. Wheat can be preserved for a long time in dry areas, and it's very filling. I don't seem to have a stone mill yet. I'll ask Baigongfang to get me two next time."
When Shen Zhiwei thought that the grain she had been looking forward to for a long time could finally be harvested, she sincerely felt the joy of harvest. When people are happy, they can't stop talking. Fortunately, what she said was all to the system, otherwise her noble and cold image in front of outsiders would be greatly reduced.
Although Shen Zhiwei never thought of himself as noble and aloof, everyone who had met the king felt that he was a man of deep thoughts and emotions, for he never showed his emotions on his face.
People who have never met the king also feel that he is not a simple person.
That’s what Bian Xiao thought.
She witnessed with her own eyes a bountiful harvest that had never been seen in other countries, and saw common people who were completely different from those in other places. She even saw a commoner who wanted to become an agricultural official.
Bian Xiao showed no emotion on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
She had previously told Wen Tao that she was observing mourning for the people of the world, and she was not lying. Wen Tao did not believe her, but Bian Xiao was sincere.
The world is about to fall into chaos. In recent years, various countries have been making frequent moves. Today you destroy a country, and tomorrow I plunder a city. On the way from Yongming, the capital of Bian State, to Jingchang, she saw countless human tragedies.
In troubled times, the fate of the common people seems to lead only to a series of brutal deaths. There is no other way to go except death.
No one in the world sighs for the death of common people. The princes and nobles only have the position of the master of the world in their eyes. Bian Xiao has no choice but to put on white clothes and attend the funeral for the people of the world.
But now she seemed to see a second way besides death.
Before coming to Jingchang, Bianxiao had nowhere to go. He wandered here and had no intention of staying long. He just wanted to meet the monarch who would satisfy his junior sister and then leave.
Now she changed her mind. The monarch, the young emperor, seemed different from other princes and nobles.
The next day, Shen Zhiwei met the senior sister that Wen Tao had mentioned. She was a stunningly beautiful woman. Besides her beauty, the most attractive thing about her was her pair of extremely clear eyes.
Shen Zhiwei didn't know how to describe it, she could only say that she smelled a hint of the same kind of scent on Senior Sister Wen Tao.
Is this also a salted fish?
Shen Zhiwei looked left and right, but couldn't see where the other person was a salted fish? Could it be that he was just like her, pretending on the surface but unrestrained on the inside, and was either complaining or on the way to complain every day?
If there is a lot of inner drama, it will naturally not be visible from the surface. Shen Zhiwei plans to observe secretly for a while. Coincidentally, Senior Sister Wen Tao also wants to stay in Jingchang for some time.
"Since arriving in Jingchang, I've been deeply impressed by the prosperity of the city beneath the emperor's feet. The local customs and people are very different from those in Bian State, so I'd like to stay here for a while. I hope the king will grant my request and find me a job."
When Shen Zhiwei heard this, she looked at the beautiful woman with a strange look in her eyes. No way? No way? Her casual complaint really came true?
Wen Tao’s senior sister really came to join her!
Then your eyesight is not very good.
Shen Zhiwei never forgot his identity. He was a monarch who was destined to die in a fallen country in the future. How bad must his eyesight be to choose her for refuge?
Wen Tao frowned slightly, and looked at Bian Xiao with a cold look, because Bian Xiao's behavior was really impolite.
According to the normal recommendation process, the recommender should take the initiative to mention the recommended person and praise the recommended person's talents. The king will be interested and ask further questions, and then it is natural to introduce the recommended person. The king will test him and give him an official position.
No one who was recommended would go straight to the king and ask for a job!
Bian Xiao's behavior was really rude. If the king was in a bad mood, it was possible that he would have people drag him out and beat him.
Wen Tao: "Your Majesty, my senior sister has been studying with our teacher in the mountains for many years. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me for any impoliteness."
Bian Xiao did not deny this statement, nor did she seek to be beaten. At this moment, she secretly glanced at Shen Zhiwei's expression. If the other party showed impatience or disgust, she was really staying in Jingchang temporarily.
How could Shen Zhiwei be impatient because of a sentence? She didn't even think there was anything wrong.
Besides, she wasn't angry even though An Jin wasn't willing to make iron pots for her. Now, a disciple personally taught by a world-famous boss, who was more valuable than modern graduates from prestigious universities, took the initiative to ask for a position and didn't want a high salary. What else did she want?
"That's alright, a master has his own true nature! The grain has been stored, and the output should have been calculated. Let's go and take a look!"
Shen Zhiwei did not immediately say what task she would give Bian Xiao. Today's protagonist was not Bian Xiao, and Shen Zhiwei didn't know what task she would give her. She would discuss it with Wen Shao later.
Bian Xiao couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Shen Zhiwei's expressionless face, with no joy or anger on his face.
Your Majesty, you just turned 15 this year, right? How can you be so calm at such a young age?
Bian Xiao had seen mature young people before, but few could completely hide their emotions in front of her. The emperor was the first.
"Do you still think this is Bian Kingdom? The emperor is the ruler of the world. You are so rude. You don't take the emperor seriously!" Wen Tao walked to Bian Xiao's side and scolded him in a low voice.
"Junior sister, are you worried about me? Or are you afraid of being implicated? What you, a gentleman, have done must be really tiring."
Bian Xiao didn't care how angry Wen Tao was. He grinned at her and followed Shen Zhiwei with brisk steps.
What Wen Tao hates most is Bian Xiao's attitude of not caring about anything. If she is full, the whole family will not be hungry. But Wen Tao has the entire Wen family behind her!
If this really caused the king's wrath, would the Wen family have to experience being demoted to a cold and bitter land again, and then crawl back to the capital at the risk of their lives?
Wen Tao sighed and said nothing more.
Shen Zhiwei didn't notice the contradiction behind her. She just wanted to know what the yield per mu was. And whether Meng Nu, whom she had high hopes for, had summarized the agricultural book she wanted!
If Meng Nu could really write a complete agricultural book, in this era, Shen Zhiwei could definitely praise her as a saint!
No, there is no need to praise him, he can become a saint directly.
Meng Nu didn't know what kind of high hopes the king had for her. She only knew that as a commoner, she could read, think, and do what she wanted, all because of the king's kindness.
If there were no king, there would be no Mengnu's present and future.
Ms. Meng was clearly aware of this, so she tried her best to stand higher.
Others laughed at her for being a commoner and doing noble things, saying it was a fantasy. They also laughed at her for not being able to read a single word and writing and drawing on bamboo slips in her own way, which was as ridiculous as a child's scribbles. But she turned a deaf ear to them.
She left her children behind, ignored her elderly parents-in-law at home, and no longer paid attention to her husband. Every day she spent time in the fields, squatting in the corner and watching quietly like when she was a child. Sometimes she felt that she had become one with nature, and she had become the wheat in the field.
She felt a life different from that of others, and it was in this clumsy way that she raised millet and wheat with a yield far exceeding that of others.
Heishou is Mengnu's husband. During this period, not only Mengnu suffered from the ridicule of others, but he also had a hard time. Seeing that Mengnu ignored their sarcasm, those people openly and secretly mocked Heishou as an incompetent man, saying that he was abandoned by Mengnu and was destined to be separated from his wife and children.
Even Mengnu's parents came and persuaded her not to dream so big. She was just an uneducated and stupid commoner. How could she become an agricultural official?
Only nobles could serve as agricultural officials.
Meng Nu remained unmoved. Seeing his wife so determined, Heishou also gritted his teeth and persevered.
The rumors gradually disappeared after seeing the bumper millet harvest.
During this period, some other things happened. Someone came to steal seedlings in the middle of the night. If it weren't for Meng Nuchang who came to check and stopped the thief in time, the thief would probably have succeeded.
In order to protect the crops, everyone in the village has moved to the fields in recent days.
The young and strong men formed teams and patrolled together, not only to prevent thieves, but also to drive away wild animals.
Shen Zhiwei exempted them from taxes, so women no longer had to weave day and night, and men no longer had to work in the fields. This is why they started patrolling on their own. Otherwise, everyone would be so tired that they would go to bed when it gets dark. How could they have the extra energy to deal with wild animals and thieves?
Now that the crops in the fields have finally been harvested, the common people who have been working hard for many days can't help but smile.
Only Mengnu and Heishou, who planted wheat in their own private plots, were still nervous.
But they were also happy. No one would be unhappy to see the full granary. This was really a bumper harvest. The granary had never been full before, and the grain was even piled outside.
When Shen Zhiwei arrived, he saw that there were several small sheds outside the granary, with finely woven linen bags piled up layer upon layer.
Shen Zhiwei was not sure if this was a good harvest. She had only seen modern harvest scenes. To be honest, this little bit of food in front of her would not even cover five acres of land in modern times.
"My lord, these are chips. There are so many of them!"
The farm was temporarily without a person in charge, and it was Meng Nu who stood up and spoke to Shen Zhiwei.
Shen Zhiwei didn't notice the box filled with wooden sticks. The first time she saw it, she couldn't help but say, "Rest more, eat more, there's still a long way to go."
You're going to be the future Agricultural Saint! How come you have such big dark circles under your eyes and are as thin as a bamboo pole?
If this continues, you will die suddenly!
Shen Zhiwei died suddenly, and she was so afraid of this kind of death!
Meng Nu didn't expect the king to care about her so much. Her nose felt sore and she was afraid that she would cry. She blinked frantically, suppressed her tears, and replied with a "yes".
Shen Zhiwei patted her shoulder and took the chips from her hand.
One chip represented ten bags of grain. Shen Zhiwei roughly counted them and found that this box contained about a hundred.
Using modern calculation methods, a bag of millet weighs about 15 jin. Fifty mu of land produces 15,000 jin of grain, while one mu of land only weighs 300 jin.
Fifteen thousand jin. The modern wheat yield per mu is about one thousand jin. The output of fifty mu of land is not even as good as that of fifteen mu of land.
And this is already a real big harvest.
Millet really cannot be planted anymore. It is not the kind of high-yield grain that can fill people's stomachs. Its potential is far less than that of rice and wheat. This is the reason why it is gradually being eliminated!
While Shen Zhiwei was silent, Wen Tao and Bian Xiao had already calculated the approximate yield. They were both very happy. You know, the yield of ordinary land is only about 150 kilograms.
Even if you take good care of the land, if the land itself is not good, the final yield will not be very high.
The quality of the land left by the emperor is naturally superior, but it was all coarse seeds in the past, and these lands have not been well taken care of over the years, so the quality is far worse than before. As a result, now relying on this not-so-excellent land, a yield of about 300 kilograms has been produced. No matter where you put it, it can be said to be a blessing from heaven!
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty! You are blessed by heaven, you are the Son of Heaven!"
Bian Xiao knelt down immediately, raised his hands above his head and shouted, then fell to the ground with a very pious posture.
Her move stunned everyone. Before Shen Zhiwei could react, she saw everyone around her kneeling down. The common people imitated Bian Xiao's behavior and shouted similar words, leading the officials who followed Shen Zhiwei to the farm to praise Shen Zhiwei's kindness and generosity. It seemed as if Shen Zhiwei had recovered the lost land, restored the glory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and become the rightful emperor of the Great Zhou!
As the only person standing there, Shen Zhiwei was being worshipped by a group of people. She dug her toes into the ground frantically. If the soles of her shoes were not thick enough, she could have dug through them.
He clenched his fists and unclenched them, took two deep breaths, and said with a dull face, "It's time to harvest the crops from the private plots. Let's go and get to work before it rains."
“Here!”
The common people responded quickly. They had indeed wanted to go to work for a long time. The weather looked good these days, but no one knew if it would rain suddenly.
If it rained and soaked the crops in the ground, all their hard work of the previous months would be wasted.
After the common people had left and the officials had stood up, Shen Zhiwei looked deeply at Bian Xiao, then looked at Wen Tao with sympathy, and announced that he would return to the palace.
She now knew that Bian Xiao was indeed her kind, and that Bian Xiao was somewhat of an authority when it came to mental health.
She thought that only modern people were into abstraction, but she didn't expect that all ancient people and ancestors were into this.
This situation is really too advanced for a child who is essentially a slacker.
Shen Zhiwei decided not to take Bian Xiao to crowded places anymore. If Bian Xiao kept doing this kind of thing, Shen Zhiwei would be so embarrassed that she would die on the spot.
"Good Junior Sister, what is the private plot that the King just mentioned?"
Wen Tao, who was cruelly left behind by the king, had to face the excited Bian Xiao.
At this moment, Wen Tao could hardly hold back the smile on her face. She felt quite uncomfortable with Bian Xiao's sudden behavior just now. Why was her senior sister so unreliable!
Wen Tao didn't want to answer Bian Xiao's words, because the outside world didn't know the inside story of the private plots. Unlike the system of conferring titles based on military merit that shocked the world, private plots had only been implemented on the farm.
Wen Tao didn't know whether the king would implement the private plots in all places under his rule in the future, but she could feel that it would bring about a lot of changes.
Private plots are definitely not as simple as they seem.
But Bian Xiao was a person who was extremely persistent about things. Even if she didn't say it, the other party would find out from the mouths of the common people.
"The king exempted the common people of Zhuangzi from taxes, including military service and cloth tax. He only took the grain tax on 50 mu of land. Each family was allowed to keep 5 mu of land for themselves, regardless of the output."
Bian Xiao listened thoughtfully and asked, "If that's the case, won't the common people just carefully tend to their private plots?"
"This is Tianzi Farm, do they dare?"
"The Emperor's Farm doesn't dare to do that, but other places might not. Could it be that such a good agricultural policy is only limited to the Emperor's Farm? Junior Sister, are you willing to let this policy not benefit the whole world?"
"The king said that based on the previous year's grain tax, except for natural disasters or man-made disasters that reduce grain production, any shortfall in grain tax will be made up from their private plots. The amount will be fully compensated."
"That might provide some protection, but it's still not enough. The situations in different places are different, so how can we use the same method?"
Bian Xiao fell into deep thought. She felt that this matter could be handled more carefully.
When Wen Tao saw that Bian Xiao was interested in this matter, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
She seemed to have found a way to make her senior sister behave herself.
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