Chapter 3179 face to face (supplement four)

Uncle Qian nodded, but after falling asleep, he dragged Zhou Lizhong and said, "It's not good for a husband and wife to be separated for a long time. Although it is promising to be an official here, the family can't be separated all the time. I heard that your wife is too. An official?"

Zhou Lang, who was squatting in the yard to wash his face, paused, looked up at Uncle Qian, and frowned slightly.

After eating too early, on Tuesday Lang insisted on sending Uncle Qian to the house, Uncle Qian said as he entered the door, "There is still so much work in the field, I think you just want to be lazy, it's not that I don't know the way, you You have to send me home."

Lang Han smiled on Tuesday, stretched out his hand and pulled his eldest cousin aside and whispered, "Isn't my uncle's memory not very good recently, I found that he forgot what he said to him last night this morning."

The eldest cousin said indifferently: "When people get older, their memory is not good. Isn't this normal? It's not an important thing. He turns his head and forgets it now. If it's an important thing, he will bring it up again and again. Son, a few more words about your mouth."

Tuesday Lang: "...No, I heard Man Bao say that forgetfulness is also a disease."

"You all say it's forgetfulness, so don't you have to be healthy to forget things? What's wrong with being healthy?"

On Tuesday, Lang was persuaded for a while, but he quickly reacted and grabbed his elder cousin's arm and said, "No, Man Bao said it was a disease, this is a disease."

Qian Dalang: "...Then what should we do?"

Tuesday Lang: "Go to see the doctor."

Qian Dalang stared, "Now?"

"How long do we have to wait now? It just so happened that my uncle forgot about something today. Maybe it's a disease. I should be able to get the pulse now."

"But the farming is busy at the moment... Okay, let's go, but you have to go with me and tell my father that I don't mind taking a day off to send my father to see the doctor, but you think my father will go?"

Uncle Qian beat the two out with a broom. He was so annoyed that he said that he was not sick. If he was sick, would he still be able to go to the ground yesterday to help Lao Zhou's family collect so much rice?

Qian Dalang was beaten in the face by the broom, covered his face and said to Tuesday Lang: "It's all you, I haven't been beaten by my father for many years, and my grandson was watching from the side just now."

Tuesday Lang: "...Anyway, this is a disease. When the farming is over, you should find a way to take your uncle to the city to find a doctor."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

On Tuesday, Lang became worried, and when he went back from work at night, he said to Zhou Lizhong: "Tomorrow, thresh the rice in the yard, weigh it, and write to Man Bao. By the way, tell Man Bao that your grandfather has forgotten things a lot now. I remember she mentioned it before, this is a disease, you ask her if she has a good prescription, and come back and give it to your grandfather to drink."

Zhou Lizhong was surprised, "Grandpa is ill?"

Tuesday Lang nodded, "It should be, it's a disease of forgetting things, anyway, you can understand it when you write so much."

Zhou Lizhong nodded again and again, and the next day after threshing the rice, he wrote down the numbers 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 received the letter a little faster than the post, and arrived in the capital in less than ten days. Mr. Zhuang had just received the box from Daji.

The Zhou family tore down Zhou Lizhong’s letter, because it stated the per mu yield of the new rice seeds there, so the Qian family sent someone to send the letter to Mr. Zhuang to make up his mind.

After reading it, copy it and hand it over to Daji, "Let someone send it to Qingzhou, you should stay in the capital first, and then leave when there is news in the palace."

Daji responded, took the letter and exited.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the book and the letter in front of him and pondered for a long time, but he still put away the box and got up, "Prepare the car and go to Wei Mansion."

Daji personally drove Mr. Zhuang off.

Mr. Zhuang stroked the box beside him, sighed when he got out of the car, and walked into the Wei residence with a smile.

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, and still has a sick face.

"Speaking of Zhuang Shi?" Wei Zhibi paused, then put it down immediately, "Please."

Although Wei Zhi had a good relationship with Bai Shan Zhouman, and had an old relationship with Mr. Zhuang, it was just because Zhuang Xun was the attendant of the Chongwen Museum and a member of the East Palace, so Wei Zhi had little contact with him in private.

Wei Zhi was surprised to hear that he came to the door.

When he got the book in the box, he was even more surprised, "Why don't you give such an important thing to the prince?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "This is Bai Shan's book, the merit of Bai Shan and the Zhou family, but because they are not in the capital, they were transferred to the palace by the lower official. This is something for your majesty and the court."

Wei Zhi understood, he was him, Bai Shan was Bai Shan, and the Zhou family was the Zhou family.

Wei Zhi showed approval 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 very full. He carefully picked it up, the ears of rice hanging down were heavy.

Wei Zhi was amazed, "They actually planted it."

Mr. Zhuang nodded with a smile. Although he was also surprised, he was not too surprised. The Zhou family has been doing this very carefully in recent years. Every year, Zhuangzi has mixed emotions when harvesting rice. of disappointment.

After spending so much time and energy, it is normal to gain something, but he did not expect that the gain would 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 stones, and the previous yield per mu was less than three stones..." Wei Zhi counted, feeling excited.

Mr. Zhuang said: "This is only the harvest of one of the fields. Before, when they were cultivating this rice seed in the working field, the yield per mu reached seven stones. It was still sun-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 heard them talk about cultivating rice seeds a lot in recent years, and he has also studied agricultural books himself, so he smiled: "In different environments, different soil fertilizers, different rainfall, and even different sunlight, the yields will naturally not be the same. ."

He said: "In fact, as early as they were planted in various places, they started to be different, and then they will 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 seeds have been grown in various places, but they are already different from the first batch of new wheat seeds, and they are even more different from each other."

"For example, the wheat seeds in the north are more drought-tolerant, and the wheat seeds in the south are more water-loving. Now if you plant new wheat that has been grown in the south for more than ten years, it will definitely be better than the wheat seeds that have been grown in the north. big difference."

Wei Zhi nodded, "Mr. is right."

He got up immediately, "This matter is of great importance. I'll go to the palace to meet your majesty, Zhuang Shi, let's talk about it together."

There is one more chapter, but it will be very late, so everyone go to bed first and see it tomorrow