Huang Yueying looked at the tired boy in front of her in anger, and almost couldn't control her hand twisting towards his ear.

How good-growing millet! Why was it planted by this bastard boy in front of him? Judging from his appearance, he didn't feel at ease with this land at all, right? What should you do if the old farmer who worked hard to grow crops know? It's really unreasonable!

Taking a deep breath, Huang Yueying turned around and said to Guan Ji, "You should go back to your house quickly and take the rope. I want to measure this piece of land once." Then he said to Feng Yong, "After collecting this piece of land, you must not move after taking off the grains! I want to pass it all over again."

Guan Ji responded, turned around and walked towards the horse next to the ox cart, then turned over the horse, gently pinched her long and slender legs, and the horse neighed, raised her four hooves, and ran away. The whole process was flowing. She was beautiful and her riding skills were beautiful...

"What are you looking at?"

Someone slapped the back of his head, and only a shout was heard: "Did you hear what I said just now?"

"I heard it!" Feng Yong covered the back of his head and shouted, "I promise not to move one by one. But Madam, this area was originally intended to be used for next year's food, look..."

"Don't worry. I won't touch your grain." Huang Yueying nodded in praise when she heard this, "I just want to know how much grain you can make on this acre. What you said just now is like farming. Choosing a good grain plant is more important than anything else."

That's not necessarily.

Feng Yong lowered his head, preventing Huang Yueying from seeing his disapproving expression, and curled his lips secretly. Management after planting is equally important, otherwise how did the grain on my land grow like this?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xing, who was holding Huang Yueying's thigh, stared at him without saying a word, and now he saw all his expression. At this time, he suddenly pointed at Feng Yong and said with a crisp voice: "Uncle, Langjun Feng is not listening to you. I saw that he was like this just now, silly, that's what..." As he said that, he raised his head and learned about Feng Yong's appearance.

This little spy!

Looking up, Huang Yueying did not reprimand him abnormally. Instead, she looked at Feng Yong thoughtfully, as if she had thought of something: "From what you mean, it seems that you have another opinion? Am I wrong?"

Feng Yong quickly lowered his head and looked very respectful: "Why is it wrong? Cultivation is the first priority. Without good grain, how can good seedlings grow?"

"If you say it's useless." Huang Yueying's tone suddenly changed again, and he pointed his finger at Feng Yong's forehead, "Don't think I don't know, you are just a little slippery person. Tell me, how did you plant this millet? I also heard that this land was originally a landing field, but now it has planted millet better than the top field. The farming technique in your sect is really unique."

Five elements of plant growth: light, temperature, humidity, air and soil. How should I explain it to you?

Feng Yong thought for a while and said, "If you want to grow good food, it is actually nothing more than the right time and place. The right time cannot be done by manpower, but the right place can be changed from manpower."

Huang Yueying's eyes lit up: "This is fresh! But when you think about it carefully, you feel it is quite appropriate. The time of the sky is nothing more than spring flowers and autumn fruits, summer and winter hiding. This arrangement of heaven is the one that all things follow, and it is not something that can be done by manpower. What should I say about the geographical advantage?"

Haha, God has arranged it? You don’t know that there is something called off-seasonal fruits and vegetables in two thousand years.

After thinking about it, I would forget it. Talking too much will only cause trouble for myself. I followed Huang Yueying's words: "The boy's teacher believes that if you want to change everything, you must first understand everything and know its roots in order to get what you need. The same is true for farming. How to improve the farming tools to make it better farming; find out the difference between the upper and lower fields, find out the roots, so that the lower fields can be turned into upper fields; more meticulously, it is to examine how crops should be planted, the gaps are wide and narrow, and so on, which is the advantage of manpower."

Huang Yueying exclaimed: "Everyone thinks that reading is the only way to learn to read is to learn. But he didn't expect that your teacher is really doing knowledge. Such a desire for truth is really admirable."

Feng Yong smiled and said, "I thanked my wife for her praise for the master here."

"I'm just telling the truth." Huang Yueying looked up at the sun in the sky, took out a towel and wiped the fine sweat beads on Zhang Xing's face, then took her little hand and said, "Before the Prime Minister met the late emperor, I also worked with the Prime Minister in the fields. But I never thought that there was such knowledge between the fields."

Feng Yong followed behind, looked at Huang Yueying in front of him without paying attention, and pulled a few dog-tail grass from the side of the road, and thought hard about how he used dog-tail grass to break out a puppy when he was a child.

"Even if the world is clear, it's all about knowledge," Feng Yong said carelessly, "even if..."

"Well said!"

Huang Yueying turned around suddenly, and Feng Yong was so scared that he immediately threw out the dogtail grass that had been folded half on his hand, and even forgot what he wanted to say.

"Who said this? Is it a person from your sect?"

"Yes!" Feng Yong said with certainty, "One of my masters said."

The few people finally walked back to the shade of willow trees. Feng Yong looked at the grass and wanted to lie back again. However, when he looked at Huang Yueying, who had always maintained the prime minister's wife's demeanor, he had to give up this idea regretfully.

"Since your master taught you to understand the world, why don't you understand the truth?"

What I said, how could I not understand the truth?

"I don't know what the wife wants?"

Huang Yueying glanced at him with a phoenix eye, took out a piece of silk paper from her sleeve, and handed it to Feng Yong: "Since you have decided to pass on the farming technique to the world, why are you leaving half of it? You have to make others unable to guess the answer to the riddle, so that you can seem to be transcendent as a disciple of your paradise?"

What does it mean?

Feng Yong opened the silk paper in confusion and saw many parts of different sizes on it, and there was something slightly similar to Baniu Plough at the bottom.

"What is this?" Feng Yong looked at the opposite side, "Why is it a bit like the Baniu Plough I presented to the Prime Minister?"

"What do you look like? This is the Eight Ox Plough!" Huang Yueying looked a little embarrassed on her face, and she angrily grabbed the silk paper. "If you really want to offer this Eight Ox Plough, why don't you draw more carefully? Why don't you draw this thing carefully? After struggling with the people who are in charge of the surveillance and Zhuye Prison for so long, there is no way to make it according to the picture you have drawn. Finally, the Prime Minister showed it to me. These days also gave me a headache. What is the world's understanding? This is your world's understanding?"

Ah, miscalculated!

Feng Yong scratched his head. This thing was originally covered by his college thesis, so he got a rough idea. Basically, he remembered a rough structure, but if he really wanted to draw all the details, he would be blind.
Chapter completed!