Uncle Qian nodded, but after sleeping, he dragged Zhou Lizhong to repeat, "It's not good for a husband and wife to be separated for a long time. Although there is a bright future as an official here, a family cannot always be separated. I heard that your daughter-in-law is too." An official?"
Zhou Yilang, who squatted in the yard washing his face, paused, looked up at Uncle Qian, and frowned slightly.
After the breakfast was eaten, Zhou Erlang insisted on sending Uncle Qian home. Uncle Qian muttered as he entered the door, "There is still so much work in the field, I think you just want to be lazy, and it's not that I don't know the way, you You have to send it back to my home."
On Tuesday Lang smiled silly, stretched out his hand and pulled the eldest cousin aside and whispered, "Is uncle's memory not very good recently, I found that he forgot what I told him last night this morning."
The eldest cousin said indifferently: "Isn't it normal for a person to have a bad memory when he gets old? It's not an important thing. He will forget it when he turns around now. If it's important, he will bring it up again and again. It's okay." Son, let me say a few more words."
Zhou Zhoulang: "... No, I heard Man Bao say that forgetfulness is also a disease."
"You say you are forgetful, so you have to be healthy to forget things. What's wrong with being healthy?"
Zhou Zhoulang was convinced for a while, but he quickly reacted, grabbed the big cousin's arm and said: "No, Man Bao said that this is a disease, this is a disease."
Qian Dalang: "... Then what should we do?"
Zhou Zhoulang: "Go see the doctor."
Qian Dalang stared, "Now?"
"How long do we have to wait now? It just so happens that my uncle forgot about something today. Maybe it's an illness. I should be able to feel the pulse right now."
"But it's busy right now... Come on, let's go, but you have to go with me and tell my dad that I don't mind taking a day to send my dad to the doctor, but you think my dad will go ?"
Uncle Qian beat the two of them out with a broom. He was so annoyed that he said he was not sick. If he was sick, would he still be able to go to the field to help Lao Zhou's family harvest so much rice yesterday
Qian Dalang was hit on the face by the broom, covered his face and said to Zhou Zhoulang: "It's you, I haven't been beaten by my father for many years, just now my grandson was watching."
Zhou Zhoulang: "... Anyway, this is a disease. When the busy farming is over, you should find a way to take uncle to the city to see a doctor."
"All right, all right, I see."
Zhou Zhoulang became worried, and said to Zhou Lizhong when he returned home from work at night: "Thresh the rice in the yard tomorrow, weigh it and write to Manbao, and tell Manbao by the way, your grandfather is so forgetful now, I remember she said before that this is a disease, you can ask her if she has a good prescription, and you can prescribe one for your grandfather to drink."
Zhou Lizhong was surprised, "Grandpa is sick?"
Zhou Zhoulang nodded, "It should be, it's the disease of always forgetting things, anyway, you can understand it at a glance when you write like this."
Zhou Lizhong nodded again and again, and after threshing all the rice the next day, he wrote down the number and sent the letter.
Their letters were sent by caravan, and they had to be sent to the capital first and then to Qingzhou.
The caravan took the letter faster than the post station, and arrived in the capital in less than ten days, and Mr. Zhuang just received the box from Daji in the capital.
Zhou's family tore up Zhou Lizhong's letter, because it stated the yield per mu of the new rice planted there, so Qian sent someone to send the letter to Mr. Zhuang for advice.
After reading it, I copied a copy, and handed the handwritten envelope to Daji, "Someone send it to Qingzhou, you stay in the capital first, and leave when there is news from the palace."
Daji agreed, and withdrew after receiving the letter.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the booklet and letter in front of him, pondered for a long time, then put away the box and got up, "Prepare the car and go to Wei Mansion."
Daji personally drove Mr. Zhuang off.
Mr. Zhuang caressed the box at hand, after all he sighed when he got out of the car, and walked into Wei's mansion with a smile on his face.
Wei Zhi's condition has improved a little recently, and he has started to go to court, but his health is not as good as before, so he has less government affairs to deal with, and he still looks sick.
"Master Zhuang?" Wei Zhibi paused, then immediately put it down, "Please."
Although Wei Zhi has a good relationship with Bai Shanzhouman, and has an old relationship with Mr. Zhuang, it's just because Zhuang Xun is a lecturer in Chongwen Museum and a member of the East Palace, so Wei Zhi has little contact with him in private.
Hearing that he came to the door, Wei Zhi was very surprised.
When he got the booklet in the box, he was even more surprised, "Why didn't Minister Zhuang deliver such an important thing to the crown prince?"
Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "This is Bai Shan's book. It is the work of Bai Shan and the Zhou family. It's just because they are not in the capital, so the lower officials forwarded it to the palace. This is for His Majesty, for the court."
Wei Zhi understood it, he was him, Bai Shan was Bai Shan, and the Zhou family was the Zhou family.
Wei Zhimu applauded, and hurriedly looked at the ears of rice in the box.
At this time, the ears of rice had dried a lot, but the rice was full. He picked it up carefully, and the ears of rice hanging down were heavy.
Wei Zhi was amazed, "They actually grew out."
Mr. Zhuang nodded with a smile. Although he was also surprised, he was not too surprised. The Zhou family has been doing this with great care in the past few years. Every year when the rice is harvested in Zhuangzi, his emotions are very complicated. I can't help but be disappointed.
After spending so much time and energy, it's normal to gain something, but he didn't expect the gain to be so great.
Wei Zhi read Bai Shan's book carefully twice, and said with bright eyes: "The people are the foundation of the world, and food is the foundation of the people. If the new rice seeds are so high-yielding, the world will change drastically. "
"The yield per mu is six shi, and the previous yield was less than three shi..." Wei Zhi calculated, feeling excited.
Mr. Zhuang said: "This is just the harvest of one of the fields. Before, when they cultivated this kind of rice in the field, the yield per mu reached seven stones. It was still dried rice, and the weight on it was still raw rice."
Wei Zhi was surprised, "Isn't that a reduction in production? Why is there such a big difference?"
Mr. Zhuang has listened to them talk about cultivating rice seeds in the past few years. He has also studied agricultural books, so he said with a smile: "The environment is different, the soil fertilizer is different, the rainfall is different, and even the sunshine is different, so the yield will naturally be different. .”
He said: "In fact, as early as after they were planted in various places, they began to be different, and then they would also differentiate into different seeds, which is the same as the new wheat seeds more than ten years ago."
Mr. Zhuang said: "Up to now, new wheat varieties have been planted in various places, but they are already different from the first batch of new wheat varieties, and they are even more different from each other."
"For example, wheat seeds in the north are more drought-tolerant, and wheat seeds in the south are more water-loving. Now, if we plant new wheat seeds that have been grown in the south for more than ten years in the north, compared with the wheat seeds that have been planted in the north, there must be a lot of difference. Big difference."
Wei Zhi nodded, "Mister is right."
He got up immediately, "This matter is of great importance, I will go to the palace to meet His Majesty, let's talk about it with Minister Zhuang."