On the seventh day of the third month of the spring of the second year of Yanhe, Xinfeng is on the shore of Linwei Township.

The emperor is here to rule the emperor.

Civil and military officials surrounded by them.

Even the Taishi Sima Qian, who had been busy with history in the Shiqu Pavilion of Weiyang Palace, appeared among the crowd of people.

Sima Qian is now old, with all his beards and hair, and his body is hunched, looking extremely haggard.

The Li Ling case caused him indelible trauma.

The mistake is not because the family's wishes for generations are gathered in their hearts. For the sake of the wishes and ideals of their ancestors, he has long been unable to support them.

"Xinfeng changes are really a world-shaking..." The old Tai Shi Ling looked at everything in front of him and sighed: "It's almost like a world of change!"

The children and subordinates all bowed their heads and remained silent.

Everything in front of you is indeed beyond imagination.

On the banks of the river, huge water wheels stand proudly, and huge wooden wheels slowly rotate, drawing the water of the Wei River into the channel.

The gurgling water is instilled into the farmland fields through channels.

The farmers, with their children, women and children, worshiped the ground on both sides of the road and in the fields, and welcomed the emperor to visit here.

In the distance, smoke from cooking fires rose faintly.

More importantly, these farmers are dressed intact and rarely have patches.

The face is even more shiny, the skin is rosy, and there is no color in the dish.

Sima Qian even saw an old farmer holding a baby in his hand and carrying a baby on his back, and there were several women holding a baby next to him.

You can hear the crying of babies from time to time between the fields and roads.

"How many babies did Xinfeng give birth to?" An official asked in surprise.

"Xinfeng prohibits urinating infants..." A familiar person explained: "It is said that if one person drowns the infant, the entire clan is in charge, the pavilion chief, the official and the township officials are all dereliction of duty, and the performance examination is directly held in the hall. They will not be promoted for three years, and the rewards for that year are deducted. The drowning households are not allowed to participate in any activities organized by the government, they are not allowed to use channels, and they are not allowed to use all the tools of the government to fake people..."

"Therefore, from top to bottom, the common officials would rather be slaves than drown the baby... and the local officials were particularly concerned about the pregnant women in their jurisdiction. They did not ask questions every day, but asked about their health every three days, and recorded their childbirth date. After they gave birth, they came to the door immediately to check the details of the mother and son, but did not dare to slack off at all..."

"Ah... so strict..." The man shrank his neck and said weakly: "How can we raise so many babies? How can we afford it?!"

"How can't you keep it? How can you not be able to keep it?!" A familiar person with Xinfeng sneered: "The people of Xinfeng, without mentioning anything else, each household has at least 30 acres of land, which is lower than this number. You can use official land to farm it, and the land rent is only 30%... and local tyrants and nobles are even willing to attract tenants with 20% or even 10% of the land rent..."

"Ah... with such a low rent, what are those people eating?"

"The obvious statement is naturally that the good gentry is polite to the neighbors of the village party and fears that it will be difficult for them to raise their wives and children..." A nobleman replied with a chuckling, "In fact... he will not get up early without any profit! If he does not show kindness to the village party, where can he find workers in the workshops of these people?"

"During the slack season, the people of Xinfeng, who are more than 14 years old (15 years old) work in workshops. Skilled and diligent people are particularly difficult to find. I heard that in Xinfeng, some people only set up a wooden workshop in the village, specializing in processing various woods and selling them to Xinfeng Workshop Garden. The profit of a month is ten times or even dozens of times better than the profit of renting in the old days!"

"If you are a gentry in Xinfeng, you can win the hearts of the local party with a small rent, get a long-term man, enjoy ten times or dozens of times the profit, or do you want to knock bones and suck marrow, and get hurt to the neighbors, and be punished by the government?"

Everyone listened and became silent.

Sima Qian listened from a distance and was silent.

He remembered a familiar story of Confucius.

When the son was in the wei, Ran You servant, and the son said, "How can you be a vain!" Ran You said, "Since you are a vain, why should you be added?" He said, "I am rich!" He said, "How can you be added, since I am rich, why should you be added?" He said, "Teaching you!"

This story has a great influence on Sima Qian. There is a special chapter in the history he wrote to describe the wealthy and prosperous business people in history, which is called: Biography of Merchants.

In terms of business and business affairs, Sima Qian's attitude inherited Confucius' "If you have enough warehouses, you will know etiquette, and if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace" and secretly linked to the mixed family's concept of "wealth and honor will be accompanied by benevolence and righteousness."

Now, listening to these people's comments, Sima Qian sighed: "Where is anyone in the world good at Zhang Zizhong when it comes to governing the world?"

How can people know etiquette if they are not rich?

If you don’t have enough food and clothing, talk about honor and disgrace. Isn’t that a hooligan?

Obviously, Xinfeng’s path is correct.

Only by enriching the people first and then implementing education can it work.

Talking about education without enriching the people is like the Chu people carving a boat and seeking a sword, but it is just empty talk.

At this time, the emperor had already caught up with the emperor.

The grandson Liu Jin led dozens of Xinfeng officials to greet him.

The people around the world bowed their knees and shouted: "Long live Your Majesty, the Great Man for thousands of years..."

Sima Qian then quickly sorted out his clothes and followed.

Under the guidance of His Royal Highness the Grand Prince, the emperor walked into a path of fields.

The ministers lined up and followed.

Sima Qian was an old minister, the Grand Historian and the Secretariat were also the Secretariat, so he was treated preferentially and walked among the crowd.

Even so, I waited for a long time before I could enter the path of the road.

The warm spring sun shines on the fields.

In the wheat field, the wheat and millet are swaying, and the center is shaking. The mighty wind blows through the wheat field, and countless wheat waves appear.

Sima Qian looked at these strong, plump and firm wheat, for some reason, tears burst out from his eyes.

Because this is the most magnificent scene he has ever seen in his life.

It is more magnificent than the waves in Longmenxia and more elegant than the waves in Jieshi.

because……

This is wheat, one of the five grains.

The foundation of the country, the hope of the country, and the future of the world.

"How many stones can you produce after harvesting this kind of acre of wheat field?" countless people whispered.

"Are you more than five stones?" Someone estimated it conservatively, but obviously, he had never done farm work and did not know about farming.

So, the official from the Grand Secretary immediately refuted: "Five stones? Haha... If there are only five stones, why mobilize the troops like this? At least six or seven stones, maybe it can reach an acre yield of eight stones!"

Everyone was breathing rapidly as they heard it. Some local county magistrates and governors who came to Chang'an to report their duties were eager to lie on the ground and worship these wheat seedlings.

God can see pity!

The Han family produces a mu, and the average yield of corn per mu is two stones, while the wheat is a little higher, but it is only two and a half stones.

Many places, the best land, the best yearly scenery, and the yield per mu is only four stones.

That's already a very high number.

And here, in Linwei Township, any wheat field with a per mu yield starts from six stones...

The gap is incalculable.

It is equivalent to Xinfeng people using one acre of land to produce two acres, three acres or even four acres of grain!

To people, it's like a myth.

Not to mention, it is indeed easy to find many ears of wheat in the wheat fields in front of you.

Sima Qian didn't even look carefully, and found several plants of many ears within a few steps in front of him.

At this time, the emperor was already asking a Xinfeng farmer, Ji official, asked him: "How do you guide the people to farm on weekdays?"

The official was very young, but his conversation was good, neither humble nor arrogant. He only heard him report softly: "Report to Your Majesty, I, and others, according to the agricultural books compiled by Shizhong Gong, to guide the people to farm..."

"Using the method of replacing the fields taught by Zhao Duwei, the people were taught to divide the fields into ridges when farming, and then used curved plows to deeply cultivate the land..."

"Secondly, compost, fertilization, Xinfeng folk, human and animal feces, and urine, all have their own uses..."

"The final thing is to weed and catch insects, you must be diligent..."

"Now, thanks to His Majesty's holy virtue, His Royal Highness Jiaen, and the people of Xinfeng, there are channels in every village, and there is a ox among the three households... Therefore, a man can cultivate dozens of acres of land a day..."

Although he was low-key, the listeners all raised their ears.

There are countless people who have set their minds on these soon-to-be harvested wheat.

I don’t know how many nobles have planned to come here to buy wheat seeds after Xinfeng wheat starts harvesting next month.

Who doesn’t want wheat seeds that start with six stones per mu?

No matter how high the price is, they have to eat it!

The officials were all eyeing Xinfeng officials and coveting them.

because……

Xinfeng has proved his success with facts.

Many people are already eager to copy the miracle of Xinfeng in their jurisdiction.

From Xinfeng, it is naturally a matter of asking a group of capable and good officials to go back to assist you.

As long as you can get half of the yield and local political achievements like Xinfeng in your own jurisdiction, why worry about not being able to advance?

Maybe even, they can be like Li Bing and his son, Ximen Bao, and his son, who are famous in history and will be passed down for generations...

only……
To be continued...