"The clue?" Jiang Pengji curled her lips and said, "The clue is naturally there, but there is no specific regulations yet."
Huang Song was a little surprised, he understood Jiang Pengji's character, saying one is one, saying two is two, and disdain to cheat on this kind of issue. She said that there is already a clue to solve the problem of insufficient fertility in the fields, so this is probably true.
Before waiting for Huang Song to ask, Jiang Pengji went straight to find a mat and sat down, frowning.
"I went to see several old farmers with rich farming experience in a row, and found that their experience can be found in agricultural books." Jiang Pengji said, "In other words, they spent their whole life dealing with farmland. 'Experience, the actual value is not much. Except for these old farmers, other farmers are arrogant, so that the harvest of the farmland varies..."
Huang Song listened carefully, and Feng Jue on the side also showed a thoughtful expression, ignoring the unspeakable smell on Jiang Pengji's body for a while.
"What's so strange about that?"
Jiang Pengji rolled his eyes at him, and said in an angry voice, "The problem here is big, if everyone uses the old farmer's method to farm, the harvest will naturally be better. The old farmer's farming experience is accumulated for a lifetime, but their method It's not a secret in agricultural books. What does this mean? It means that agricultural propaganda is not in place, and I should set up a government office specifically related to farmland farming!"
Huang Song didn't understand the meaning of the word "propaganda". After all, Jiang Pengji's words were always so fashionable, and he could guess the meaning according to the context.
"Establish this kind of government office? What do you use it for? Teach people to farm?"
Huang Song said with a bit of disdain and confusion in his words.
In people's inherent impression, the government is either civil or military, which side can farming be attached to? This is the responsibility of farmers. How can there be a reason for scholars to teach farmers to farm? Even if it is a family of farming and reading, their goal is to study instead of farming.
Jiang Pengji chewed on the snacks and said, "Who said that only people who know how to farm are qualified to teach others how to farm? As long as this person can read and write, he can organize the experience in agricultural books into a book, cooperate with the experience of the old farmers, and then expand the content. Tell me, let more farmers know, won't this effect come out? Big guys don't need to spend a lifetime dealing with farmland to accumulate so much experience. With specific guidance, the field harvest will naturally be Higher up. Bo Gao, do you think this is the truth?"
Huang Song naturally had nowhere to refute, what Jiang Pengji said made sense, but—
"It's justified, but what does this have to do with the lack of fertility of the farmland you said? Could it be possible that the establishment of this government office specializing in farming will solve the problem?" His identity was a taboo, but he forgot about it for a while, and when Huang Song reacted, the words had already been spoken, and he could only maintain his normal expression and hold on.
Jiang Pengji said, "Naturally, it has a lot to do with it! So you are not a literate person, and you don't even know how to farm."
Huang Song: "..."
There are so many mouths, I don't know where to start.
Is there a necessary logical relationship between the two
Jiang Pengji said, "Are you still convinced?"
Huang Song said, "If you say that, I'm really not convinced."
Although he is not very knowledgeable, he is also a top student from a famous Confucian school, and his educational level is beyond doubt.
The "peasant man" in front of him, dressed in dark brown and barefooted in mud, actually mocked him for not being a literate person
Huang Song's rebuttal aroused unanimous booing from the salted fish in the 5 million live broadcast rooms.
[Pindao sees that your chrysanthemum is poisonous]: Come and come, buy it and leave, guess how much time the anchor will take to slap Huang Xiaosong in the face
[Smuggling to Africa]: Slap in the face quickly!
[Cherry Little Mouth]: Slap the face at the speed of light!
[Yangliu slender waist]: Bet on the speed of light to slap the face, the anchor's face slap is always the freshest, never overnight!
With five million salted fish to help her shout and call, Jiang Pengji will naturally not live up to their high expectations, and the fresh face slaps are released quickly.
Jiang Pengji said, "You said that you are a cultural person, then do you know that there is a saying in the Book of Songs called Tu Liao Xiuzhi, Miji Maozhi?"
Huang Song thought for a while, then nodded, "Of course I know."
"Doesn't this mean that rotting weeds can fertilize fertile fields?" Jiang Pengji continued, "Xunzi also said that 'covering the surface of the land, ploughing the grass and planting the valleys, and multiplying the manure fields are the affairs of the farmers and the common people', this is not the case. It is said that human and animal manure can enrich the fertility of the land? "The Book of Sisheng" also talked about related content, and explained the beauty of mixing and manure. It can be seen that there are no means to increase fertility, but ordinary people can't do it. You say you are a cultural person, don't you even know this?"
Huang Song was dumbfounded, but didn't know where to refute.
It is true that he is a literate person, but which literate person would pay special attention to these things
Huang Song was slapped in the face by Jiang Pengji at the speed of light and was speechless, but Feng Jue on the side was almost not spoiled by nausea.
Seeing Feng Jue's indescribable expression, Jiang Pengji sneered, "Feng Jia Saburo hates feces? If the feces are not used to increase fertility, the farmland will be drained sooner or later. Without these means, how can the output of farmland supply thousands of people in the world? Ten thousand mouths?"
Feng Jue's eyelids drooped slightly, not wanting to argue more with Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji continued, "These contents can be found in books, and the records are not exhaustive. The specific operation still needs to be tested. I have visited several old farmers in a row in the past few days, and I found that their farmland yields higher grain than others. The ploughing period is shorter, but the field itself is not fertile and fertile. This result must not only be due to careful care, but also other reasons.”
Huang Song nodded while listening, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Jiang Pengji's mouth was dry, and she poured herself a glass of water to quench her thirst.
"According to you, it is indeed necessary to exist."
Experiment with various farming methods and fertilizer materials, and after a certain harvest, promote it to the people, and the people can naturally avoid many detours.
Jiang Pengji said, "I want to build more public toilets."
Huang Song said "Ah" suspiciously, the topic turned too fast.
"Public toilet? What?"
"It's a place to go to the toilet and change clothes. Ordinary people are farming outside. Occasionally, they always look for a solution anywhere. Don't you think it's too dirty? Men are more convenient, women are inconvenient." Jiang Pengji frowned, as if uneasy I think these are filthy, "If public toilets are built for the people to use, it will not only be convenient for the people, but also ensure the cleanliness of the streets, and at the same time can save the fat. In the same way, I think it is possible to circle some places to raise pigs and sheep. To run the meat business, they can also use their stables to fertilize the land. In addition, according to my observation, the peanuts from the barbaric land are also a wonderful thing. A certain farm family planted this, and the yield per mu of the field is always higher than other families... "
In addition to peanuts, many legume plants also have the magical effect of fixing nitrogen.
Jiang Pengji already had a rough plan in mind, but the specific implementation required a charter.