They say professional things should be left to professionals, but the crux of the problem is, where are the professionals?

As early as the middle of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the peasant family declined rapidly due to the so-called Confucian "emphasis on agriculture and suppression of commerce"!

Because the so-called emphasis on agriculture in Confucianism actually places most of the heavy taxes on farmers, and the suppression of business is a kind of suppression that can only be understood but cannot be expressed—

Farmers, on the other hand, pay attention to farming and Shang Dynasty. The part about farmers in "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals" also proposes the unification of weights and measures to avoid commercial speculation, and even requires that in the two months of mid-spring and mid-autumn every year, the state organizes manpower to unify the measurements.

Units, unified scales, level measuring instruments, corrected irrigation tools.

If we really follow these rules put forward by peasant theory, then wouldn't it mean that we are also suppressing our own business? Do we want the gentlemen to harm their own interests to increase the income of those idiots?

Then, the farming family, which centered on farming and fighting, fell into decline, so bad that even the twenty chapters of "Shen Nong" written by the founder Xu Xing were lost.

After omitting the tens of thousands of words that there will definitely be some idiots clamoring that the starting currency is not bad, indescribable, and may even trigger a dimensionality reduction attack, Zhao Huan, who entered the sage mode, felt a headache.

"farmhouse?"

Lin Cairen, who was as delicate as an irrigated flower, saw Zhao Huan's headache and couldn't help but said: "When I was at my parents' home, I heard my father say that there was a flower not far from Qingxu County in Taiyuan.

The yield of food grown by the people at the foot of Ma Ming Mountain is much higher than that grown in other places.

My father once specially brought gold, silver and jewelry to buy grain, but the grain he grew was not as good as their harvest, so I didn’t take it too seriously at that time.

It wasn't until I entered the palace that I heard from my father that he had been drinking with the people there when he went to buy grain. The villagers there made a drunken mistake and said that this kind of food was no different, but it was gone in the mountains.

Without people's guidance, other people cannot grow this food well. Could these people be the heirs of the farmers?"

Yield, mountain people, these two keywords were connected together, and Zhao Huan immediately became energetic.

This is when I was about to eat Dorayaki, and a sticky bean bun fell from the sky!

"By the way, my six brothers from my mother's family have all gone to Ma Ming Mountain with my father. They must know where those people are."

"Then I will reward you well!"

…

Zhang Ying sat down on the stone, raised his hand to knock off the snowflakes on his body, and then took off his worn boots with difficulty. After putting on the new boots, he just groaned in comfort, and jumped as if he had been stung by a scorpion.

Got up.

The stone was so cold that just by changing my boots, I almost lost all feeling in my buttocks.

He skipped a few times on the crunching snow, put his hands that were already red from the cold to his mouth and took a few breaths. As he walked forward, Zhang Yingcai said in a muffled voice: "Old Liu, you guys came here before.

Is it so difficult to find people like them?"

"Um."

Lao Liu's answer was very simple and rude, as if he didn't want to say a word more.

Zhang Ying, on the other hand, was like a talkative person and refused to let go of the opportunity to speak.

"Do you think there's something wrong with these people? As long as they leave the mountains, they can't live anywhere. They have to stay in this deep mountain and old forest, and they don't know what's in this old forest."

"You think the same goes for officials, who have to look for these people to do things like farming? There are so many common people in the Song Dynasty. How many people can we grab from any field who know how to farm?"

“Can these people really grow hundreds of kilograms of grain from one acre of land?”

"Or is it that the food grown by these people is more delicious?"

"Can you say something? If I want to save energy, there is no way to save energy like you!"

"..."

"arrive."

Just when Zhang Ying was muttering to himself, Lao Liu suddenly pointed forward and said, "Go down that path and you can see those people."

"I'm so fucked!"

Looking in the direction that Lao Liu pointed, he saw small courtyards scattered in the center of the valley, surrounded by snow-covered land, only a few hundred acres in size. Beyond the land, there were undulating hills.

On the top of the mountain, occasionally the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the distance.

Zhang Ying couldn't help but sigh: "It's like the peach garden in Peach Blossom Spring!"

Lao Liu glanced at Zhang Ying, and while walking towards the path leading to Zhuangzi, he said: "It's the same everywhere else. It's just that you were tired from walking, and suddenly saw Zhuangzi and felt that you could rest, so you thought

This village is exceptionally good."

Zhang Ying hurriedly followed him and said, "Otherwise, this person needs to study. You can see how clear these principles are, but I don't know."

Lao Liu ignored Zhang Ying - this killer always liked to drink and go to brothels. Let him study? It was even more uncomfortable than skinning him!

After finally following the path to the outside of Zhuangzi, Lao Liu, Zhang Ying and others were stopped by a group of young men. The leading man looked at Lao Liu with an unkind expression and asked, "Didn't I tell your father?

, don’t bring too many people here? Is your father planning to violate the agreement between us? Also, now is not the time to come to get the seeds, right?"

When the strong man said this, Lao Liu's face immediately turned red——

My father didn't know where he got the news at first, saying that the grain yield grown by the people here was higher than that of others, so he went through all the trouble to find this place, cheating, using money and wine, and all kinds of tricks.

Finally, some seeds were obtained from this valley.

It can be said that the reason why my family was able to accumulate a fortune in Taiyuan was thanks to the seeds in this valley.

But people in this valley don't like to be disturbed by outsiders. Even his father always brings his six brothers here every time he comes to get seeds. He will never bring anyone else here. This is considered a relationship between his family and the valley.

party’s agreement.

Now that he led a large group of troops into the valley with smoke billowing out, he naturally violated the agreement between his father and the valley.

Lao Liu knew that he was in the wrong, but he could not betray his sister. After being silent for a long time, he said in a loud voice: "This incident was committed by the boy alone, and my father did not know about it."

Hearing Lao Liu's words, the strong man's face suddenly became even more ugly: "You go away. When you go back, tell your father and ask him not to come here again. Our friendship ends here."

Zhang Ying looked at Lao Liu, then at the strong man with an unkind look, and suddenly laughed and said: "I wonder what you call me? My surname is Zhang. I am here to invite all the sages to come out on the order of my master."

"Come out of the mountain?"

The strong man with an evil expression sneered and said: "We, the country folk, are not obviously sages. Also, I wonder who your master is?"
Chapter completed!