"How can you talk to the little daughter-in-law?"
"That's right, this is the young couple."
Another person laughed and scolded: "Who allowed you to call 'you' ah 'you', there is no rule at all, and the young master doesn't shout anymore. Miaozi, go back and discipline him."
Li Zhifeng's face was a little red, he stood in Xiaoxue and looked at You Miao with a smile, You Miao said, "Hey he never knows how to speak, treat me well in my heart and I know that, don't bully him, let's go, If you have time, come to the villa for a walk."
"Naturally." The cousins said goodbye to You Miao, and another said, "Since you are relatives, you don't dislike the reasoning of your brothers."
"Whoever dislikes who." You Miao Dale got into the carriage, waved goodbye to everyone, and left Yangzhou City.
The clan treats him very well. His father said that the world is cold and human beings are warm and cold, and You Miao can hear cocoons in his ears. At first, You Miao thought it was right, but when he grew up, he gradually felt that You Dechuan was wrong. . Cousins, cousins, uncles and cousins, are also reasonable people, and it's not a problem if each family lives well. Come to the door to get together, one is not to fight the autumn wind, and the other is not to trouble people, to do business, to have business, everyone can make some money, why not do it
Like You Dechuan, when he was young, he did a lot of romantic things, and spent a lot of money, and was looked down upon by people in the clan. It was originally a problem of his own inability to be a man.
The wind was whistling outside. This was the coldest time of the year. Although it was snowing lightly, it was still better weather than the capital. I don't know what the heavy snow in the capital was like at this time. You Miao shrunk in Li Zhifeng's arms, wishing he could rub against him softly, while Li Zhifeng opened his coat and wrapped him around him, holding You Miao with his fingers, and whispered, "Sleepy?"
"No." You Miao didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, and said, "Hold tighter."
Li Zhifeng put his arms around him, his lips were on You Miao's eyebrows, and he kissed gently on his eyes.
You Miao felt very warm and comfortable, and asked again, "What fun did you buy me?"
Li Zhifeng said in his ear, "You'll know when you go back."
It was already midnight when we returned to Shenyuan, and the soldiers were still drinking and guessing, telling jokes and having fun. The huge garden was full of red lanterns, life was noisy, and a few people were talking about allegro with their voices high, creating a very happy atmosphere.
Li Zhifeng opened the paper bag outside the gate to let him see. There were a large number of firecrackers inside. You Miao exclaimed and went to look for the bamboo pole. Li Zhifeng smiled and said, "I'm not busy, there's still this."
Li Zhifeng took out another tiger-headed hat from his pocket, flipped it over in his hand, and put it on You Miao, who immediately shouted, "Let go of the cannon!"
The soldiers came one after another. You Miao grabbed the bamboo pole and set off firecrackers ten feet long. Li Zhifeng went to light the trigger. The sound of firecrackers was earth-shattering and resounded through the sky.
On the first day of the new year, when the door was opened, a thick blanket of firecrackers was spread over the door. Many people crossed the river and went hunting in Jiangbei Mountain. In the morning, they came back from hunting a lot of pheasants and hares. You Miao was sleepy after a long time, and came home to rest.
At the beginning of the new year, all four tenants went to Shenyuan to pay New Year's greetings, and You Miao rewarded him with a seal. The young tenant Zhang Er often came to study in the study from this day, so a charcoal stove was set up in the study, and You Miao and Zhang The two held a book, You Miao read "Shen Nong Shu", Zhang Er read "Book of Rites", Li Zhifeng read Sun Tzu's Art of War with great interest, the study was warm and there was light snow outside, which made it very comfortable.
On the second day of the new year, the soldiers of the Yangzhou Army finally had enough to play, and they each carried their tools to open the canal. Like a spider web, it spread to the entire Jiangbo Villa, scattered vertically and horizontally, and finally merged into the pond in the south, filled the pond, and flowed to Anlu Village.
You Miao circled a few plots of land on the map. Rice must be planted. With such a large estate, there is absolutely no reason to go out to buy rice and noodles. Jiangbo Villa has 9,000 fertile fields, 7,000 mu in the south of the Yangtze River, and 3,400 mu in the east for rice cultivation.
Three million catties of rice can be harvested a year—25,500 shi.
In the south of the Yangtze River, one stone of rice is one tael of silver, that is to say, 25,000 taels of silver are produced every year! The yield per mu is 725,000 silver!
You Miao's eyes straightened immediately, and he almost couldn't even hold the abacus firmly, his fingers couldn't stop shaking, Li Zhifeng and Zhang Er both looked at You Miao inexplicably.
"The epilepsy is crazy." You Miao said, "Leave me alone."
Li Zhifeng laughed, stretched out his arms around You Miao, still reading his book, while You Miao was clattering in his arms to plan a dish.
Of course, not all the 25,000 taels of silver belonged to him. Those old tenants, You Miao, gave them one cent, but if they had to recruit long-term workers or new tenants, it would not be counted as such, at least they would be rented by five cents.
12,500 taels of silver, and the donation of the entire villa land to the imperial court will be deducted. Among them, the empty land is counted as one coin per mu, and the fertile land is counted as five coins per acre, which is also 4,500 taels. Eight thousand taels of silver left.
As long as you take out all these rice fields, you will definitely not starve to death, and you will make a net profit of 8,000 taels every year. You Miao had always heard how difficult it is to plant in Jiangbo Villa—it is indeed difficult to plant, no water, no fertilizer, and no farming. Rice can't be planted, and the lake is dry. If you want to apply water, you can only see God's face.
Once the waterwheel is built, there will be an endless supply of river water for irrigation. Not to mention double-cropping rice, it is not difficult to plant three crops a year, and the yield per mu has tripled. You Dechuan doesn't know how to farm, and naturally he doesn't care about iron plows, double-row hoes, turning shovels and other farming organs. You Miao put down the Shennong Jing and said, "Zhang Er, throw me the ink classic on the shelf."
A book came flying, Li Zhifeng raised his hand and grabbed it, You Miao took it and read it carefully.
These days, You Miao has a rough idea of several ancient planting methods.
"Gongshujing" was written by the skilled craftsman Lu Ban. It tells about some ingenious devices, such as waterwheels, bamboo tubes, organ kites, as small as bronze figures and iron figures, and as large as dismantling beams and replacing columns, and building structures. Although the technique of injecting life is good, the connection with agriculture is not strong.
The Mo Jing was written by Mozi, the ancestor of the Mo family, and it discusses institutions, but it is divided into two categories: the military chapter and the peasant chapter. The military chapter is devoted to flying crossbows, ditch claws, and even siege ladders, throwing devices, and crossbows in mechanical houses. These are not needed, so they are put away. The farmhouse chapter is a good thing to connect with the location, including the three-row plow, the giant plow, the seeder, the double-row hoe, the soil turning shovel, the weeding iron, the canal separation ditch and the bird-repelling bronze man, etc. According to the mechanism recorded above, with the grinding, dustpan, sieve and other tools in "Tian Gong Kai Wu", a family and two cows can easily take care of hundreds of acres of land.