This is Chen Yourong's second brother, named Chen Guangxiu and his courtesy name is Maoshi.

He looks quite soft and has a clean beard. He is a handsome guy in ancient puppet dramas.

Judging from the Song Dynasty literati that Zhu Ming came into contact with, shaving is quite common, which is a transformation of social aesthetics.

Comparing the portraits of emperors in the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, one can see a rule. From the founding of the country to the demise, the emperor's beards became less and less. And the era when beards suddenly decreased must be the prosperity of this dynasty. Looking at the folk paintings at that time, there was also this rule, which was very likely from the influence of the people to the palace.

"Success doesn't have to be too polite," Chen Guangxiu held Zhu Ming's hand with a very enthusiastic attitude. "I am already well aware of the talent of success!"

Zhu Ming said modestly: "I dare not take it, my uncle praised it."

Chen Guangxiu said, "I can afford it. The eight poems of Chenggong are copied in the villages and counties. Who doesn't know the scholars of Xixiang? Someone has given Chenggong a nickname and called it Zhubaos."

The ghost Zhu Basong is not as good as the previous tiger.

Most of the scholars who accompanied Lu Tixue to spread the word on their own initiative after returning home.

It is estimated that Zhu Dalang will become a household name in Xixiang County in less than a few months after his martial arts can lead troops to suppress bandits and writing poems and preaching scriptures.

Chen Guangxiu held Zhu Ming's hand and never let go. She said enthusiastically: "I came here this time, I came here specifically to find success."

Zhu Ming was so embarrassed that he wanted to thrust his hands, but when Chen Guangxiu shaved all his beard, he thought to himself that this guy was not a glass, right?

Chen Yourong brought a bowl of tea, and Zhu Guoxiang took it over and handed it to his son and said, "Your uncle just came back from the county town and was hired as a teacher by the primary school professor there."

Chen Guangxiu smiled and said, "It's still a blessing for success."

It turned out that he was just here to thank him, not to be ill-intentioned towards him, Zhu Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The county primary school principal was very quick. He knew that the Zhu family and his son were appreciated by learning, but he didn't know where to find out the news, so he actually recruited Chen Guangxiu.

When a county-level official set up a primary school, the teacher is not very demanding, and the principal can hire him on his own, which has nothing to do with the county magistrate Xiang.

Chen Guangxiu has always wanted to be a teacher, but she couldn't even apply for the job many times. This time she was confused and dreamed came true.

Zhu Ming's focus was obviously not here, so he asked instead: "What's the situation with the scholar in my uncle's village?"

Chen Guangxiu said in detail: "This man's surname is Meng, his name is notorious, his courtesy name is Daguang, and he was my childhood classmate. He has never been able to pass the imperial examination. His father died of illness and his brother was unwilling to support him in his studies, so he simply divided the property and divided the family. He only got twenty or thirty acres of land, and he went to Yangzhou Academy to become a disciple. How could his family support his wealth? In a few years, the land was sold out, and now his life is quite poor."

"Daming Village is the former Heifeng Village. Would he come to this remote place?" Zhu Ming asked.

Chen Guangxiu said: "The family can no longer be broken. I often help me, but I am not very rich. He still owes me two stones of rice and more than 800 yuan. He has added twins to my family. If he doesn't find a way out, he will really starve to death. What's more, his desire to be in the imperial examination is not dead, and success is recognized as the three classics."

OK, I want to take Zhu Ming as my teacher for free, but this is a very good plan.

Zhu Ming now lacks someone who can write and calculate. As long as Meng Zhao comes, he can manage the village's account books - the autumn harvest will be available in two months.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhu Ming took his dad to the bathroom.

He quickly opened the packaging box, and Zhu Guoxiang took out a flower stick and dunked it, and was extremely intoxicated: "Have you taken out the things in the car?"

"Only one car is left," Zhu Ming also lit one, "Director Zhu, is it possible for the sweet potato corn to mutate?"

Zhu Guoxiang smiled and said, "It turns into a fairy pill, and I will eat it forever?"

Zhu Ming said: "For example, if the yield is higher and the growth is stronger, the grain seeds should not be used to radiate to the space station? This crossing the space-time tunnel should have an impact on the seeds. Anyway, it has a great impact on both of us, and our bodies have achieved reverse growth."

Zhu Guoxiang became serious: "There is also a possibility, so we need to continue to observe."

"Go to meet my father-in-law?" Zhu Ming did not discuss this again.

"I saw it, I'm just an ordinary village school teacher," said Zhu Guoxiang. "I'm dizzy and deaf, and I'm almost seventy years old. The village school now has to let her elder brother teach. This second brother is quite smart, probably not very good at learning, and he has never passed the exam. Because of you, he became a teacher at Guanli Primary School. This time he came here to say thank you."

Zhu Ming asked: "When did Fatty Zheng's servant come?"

"This morning, I brought dozens of coins, a jar of wine and a letter." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Zhu Ming blew up the ashes: "It is difficult to irrigate halfway up the mountain, and it is not easy to repair the diversion canal. Is there any way?"

"Dig a pond." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Zhu Ming asked: "What is the difference between a pond and a pond?"

"There is not much difference," Zhu Guoxiang explained. "In the early days of the founding of New China, in order to solve the irrigation problem in mountainous areas, the people mobilized to dig many dams and ponds. They mainly rely on rainwater for storage. They can also raise fish in normal times. Water storage in the dams and ponds are used during farming. Xixiang County is quite rich in precipitation, and dams are of great use."

Zhu Ming asked again: "Dig on the mountain?"

Zhu Guoxiang nodded and said, "The most suitable place to dig a pond is the kind of depression in the mountains. It is also possible on the hillside, but it is quite difficult. You need to dig the mountain and level the soil first, which greatly increases the project volume."

"This is fine. After the autumn harvest, I will organize the villagers to dig a few first," Zhu Ming thought, "It just so happened that some new villagers, especially those fleeing households, who had no money or food, were just digging dams to use labor for relief. By the way, there are mountains everywhere here, so you can't build terraces?"

Zhu Guoxiang thought carefully: "With the soil and climate of Xixiang County, terraced fields can be reclaimed. For example, the mountain village can be built at the foot of the mountain. It is not possible to get the slope above 25 degrees. "

Zhu Ming said curiously: "Why is there no one here to cultivate terraces?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "First, reclaiming terraced fields is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it is much more difficult than reclaiming wasteland. A large amount of labor must be used; second, there must be one person who can absolutely control the village. The paddy fields need to be diverted and released frequently. If it is a terraced field, it will move a lot, and every household must cooperate tacitly. Many of the terraced fields in the south are in ethnic minority areas. In ancient times, they had a village leader or patriarch, and arranged full-time water officials to be responsible for irrigation and drainage. Whoever is disobedient can be executed directly, because it will be hungry if it delays irrigation."

"I understand. When you come over, you can organize villagers to reclaim terraces." Zhu Ming said.

Zhu Guoxiang shook his head: "It's too slow to take effect. With the labor force in your village, at most, you can create more than ten acres of terraced fields in a few years. It's better to dig a few more ponds and then plant corn and sweet potatoes on the hillside."

Zhu Ming smiled and said, "You are an expert, you have the final say. By the way, have you made your mushrooms?"

"Failed." Zhu Guoxiang sighed.

"Failed?" Zhu Ming said in surprise.

Zhu Guoxiang explained: "I plan to directly produce mycelium and then quickly plant it on a large scale. I have found a replacement for potatoes in the culture medium, but I don't have autoclave equipment and air conditioning to control the temperature. I thought I could overcome it, but unfortunately I was slapped in the face by reality."

"How did ancient people grow mushrooms?" Zhu Ming asked.

"A very primitive method," said Zhu Guoxiang, "cut basswood, and form a natural culture medium by covering soil and watering. Then chop the mushrooms and stuff them into the wound of basswood to naturally form mycelium. It takes a very long time, at least half a year, or even one or two years to harvest the first batch of mushrooms. Moreover, the yield rate is far less than that of modern cultivation. How to say it, you can understand it as the huge difference between industrial farm planting and ancient small farmers."

Zhu Ming said: "It's primitive. We use the ancient method to generate income for farmers. Can Ganoderma lucidum, which is big in millstone, still be planted?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "There is a certain chance to grow it, and it depends on luck in detail. Because such a large Ganoderma lucidum requires multiple Ganoderma lucidum to be produced together. I cannot cultivate the mycelium of Ganoderma lucidum, so I can only use the local method. When and how many bacteria can be produced, it is uncontrollable. I can only try to meet the conditions and wait for a chance!"

Zhu Guoxiang was a little depressed. He had knowledge in this area, but lacked the conditions to put it into practice.

It’s like a top aircraft designer who, after returning to ancient times, even if he exhausted all his efforts, at most he would build an original wooden plane with his feet.

Zhu Guoxiang took out a letter from his arms, which was written by the little fat man Zheng Hong.

Zhu Ming took it, smoking while reading the letter.

The main thing is to thank Zhu Ming for selling the pen. Zheng Hong has already sent it out. The magistrate is very happy. In addition to making up for the final payment, he also sent a jar of fine wine, inviting Zhu Ming to go to Yangzhou to play at any time.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Let me reply, Zheng Hong's accompanying me is still waiting."

Zhu Ming knocked out the cigarette butt, bounced into the cottage and left, and went to the house to write a reply to Zheng Hong.

Zhu Ming, who has not told stories for two months, told Fatty Zheng in the letter that he had been creating "Journey to the West" and would soon finish writing the novel. Next time, he would send someone to Yangzhou. At the same time, he asked Fatty Zheng to help customize weapons, a pair of bows and arrows, an iron spear, and an iron mace.

During the Song Dynasty, the armor-wearing rate was very high, and armor-breaking weapons were required.

In the first year of Jingkang, the Jin soldiers went south, and Prime Minister Li Gang vowed to defend the city to the death, so he specially made an iron mace for himself, which was later collected in the Fujian Museum.

There was also a powerful general in the Northern Song Dynasty nicknamed "Wang Santie". He was good at using iron whips, iron spears, and iron sluts, from long to short, all of which were heavy weapons that broke armor.

After writing a reply letter, he handed it to Fatty Zheng's personal follower. Zhu Ming also stuffed a string of rewards: "Please transfer it to Zheng Xiaoguanren."

"I will definitely bring it!" The in-laws left immediately, and refused to stay for dinner.

The bows, iron spears and iron maces are all valuable. Zhu Ming wants to buy a whole set, so he must bleed heavily. He plans to make money by making a fuss, and he will fool Fatty Zheng first and then talk about it. In the future, he will pay for money if he is rich in the future.

Zhu Ming greeted his uncle Bianyi and went straight out to find Lao Bai.

Bai Zongwang warmly received the gift, and made people cook good tea and said happily: "I haven't seen each other for a few days, and my virtuous nephew is even more energetic."

"Thank you for the blessing of the old man," Zhu Ming said straight to the point. "The thieves in Heifeng Village have left a lot of money, but the land in the mountains is barren, and the food is not enough. I came to buy grain from the old man this time."

"It's easy to say, they are all neighbors, so they should help each other." Bai Zongwang and Zhu Ming's situation were exactly the opposite.

In order to eat the land of Xiaobai Yuanwai, Bai Zongwang spent his old nostrils, and the family only had a few hundred stakes of cash. He urgently needed to sell grain for money, but after the autumn harvest, he would have more than enough food to be given.

One is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell, and the deal is soon concluded.

No matter what the grain price this year, the grain price last year is the standard. Two Hu pens sold for more than 100 guan, and now they are all at Shen Yourong's house. The money is immediately moved to make advance payments and the grain will be delivered after the autumn harvest.

Bai Zongwang said again: "Gold Zhu will move out next year, and most of the lady Shen and Grandma Yan will leave too. The land they have...the price is easy to say."

Zhu Ming smiled and said, "I can't make the decision. Old Master Wai will talk to Grandma Yan by himself."

"Okay." Bai Zongwang nodded.

After a deal was negotiated, Zhu Ming finally felt at ease.

Otherwise, if the population of Daming Village really exceeds 1,000, it will be a bit difficult to endure when the youth is in trouble.

This is the most critical year. By next year, sweet potatoes and corn will be planted throughout the village, and you will no longer have to worry about food.

Even, you can use excess corn to make wine.

The upper class may not like liquor, but they can try to capture the low-end market. The price of liquor is lower and is more conducive to preservation and transportation. These are all its irreplaceable advantages.

One tea and one wine are the specialties of Daming Village in the future.

Perhaps, after a year or two, every household can still grow mushrooms.

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