"It's too much!"

"It's really too much!"

As soon as Zhao Feng's subordinates approached the tent, they heard his general talking in it. Although his words were angry, his tone was not angry. He calmed down with confidence and was about to inform him, when Zhao Feng's dissatisfied voice came from the tent...

"Come in! Are you standing outside and drinking the northwest wind?"

The trusted official opened the tent with amusedness.

He joked: "I just heard the general say something about 'blaming people too much', but has that Mr. Shen asked you another problem?"

The cold wind whistles outside.

But the tent was warm.

Zhao Feng was even more careless and bare--the brave warriors were so willful and had the best resistance to freezing. Sitting on the spacious temporary bed, the wooden basin where they soaked their feet was filled with mist, and there was a blankly covered Jianshu in his hand.

When Zhao Feng saw him coming, he pointed to the seat mat on the side.

He said: "There has never been a slight strait, it's just..."

Zhao Feng's expression is hard to describe.

I think he is one of the six brave generals under the lord Wu Xian's tent. He was a brave warrior who made a name for himself when he was young and could conquer a good fighter. In order to repay Chen Tang's life-saving grace, he followed Chen Tang to Heyin County with a thousand private subordinates.

"This general is probably a wrong decision to repay his kindness!" He wrung his hands to dry the hot cloth towel, wiping his feet and complained, "I just slaughtered a few bandits at the beginning. These days, I have either demolished the house or drove the wreckage in a chariot. Now I'm still going to plow the land! It's too much! I think I'm a twelve-class left-hander..."

I have never suffered such grievances!

Confidant official: "..."

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the basin of foot washing water for his general - the bottom of the water was turbid, all of which were washed away by the mud and sand.

The corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked uncontrollably.

General Zhao said very resistant, but he was very cooperative in his actions. Zhao Feng noticed the eyes of his confidant officials, his old face turned slightly red, and he said, "What do you think? Can your general refuse? He hates! Uncle Gong didn't refuse at all! He didn't have the pride that a brave warrior should have..."

Plowing the land, isn’t that the job of plowing oxen?

It really makes the brave warriors become cows and horses...

Zhao Feng was muttering in his mouth.

The trusted official shook his head helplessly. Gong Shuwu was loyal to Shen Jun, and he naturally could not disobey Shen Jun's orders. His own general came to repay his kindness and was a "distinguished guest". If the general refused firmly, Shen Jun would not force him to plow the land.

After all, it is still the general who is too easy to talk to.

The trusted official was curious: "How many acres have the general plowed?"

Zhao Feng subconsciously replied: "Not much, about fifty acres."

The tone was a little proud.

No!

He competed with Gongshuwu.

In the end, he defeated Gong Shuwu and took the lead.

When the trusted official heard this, he took a breath.

Zhao Feng, who was quick-talking for a moment, said: "..."

But the trusted official didn't pay attention to the stiffness on his face - after all, there was nothing to be proud of when a tenth-class Zuo Shuchang and a twelve-class Zuo Geng competed with a twelve-class Zuo Geng.

What are you proud of?

What can you do more proud of yourself than plowing oxes?

Where does this dignified warrior believe in the dignity of this brave warrior?

The trusted official was shocked and said, "About fifty acres?"

Zhao Feng said: "Yes."

This is still a small amount of work.

There are still many requirements to plow a piece of land.

The depth cannot be less than ten inches. The operating standard is "piling through, fine plowing, and flattening". It also comes with straw crushing business. It simply fertilizes and has a dedicated person to clean up the weeds and branches on the fields. In order to ensure the quality of the plowing land, he and Gong Shuwu also need to pay attention to the direction of the force of the move, ensure good flips, the plowing land is straight and the surface is flat, and strive to not miss an inch of land...

The ground is neat and the ground feet are well plowed.

In order to do this, they rotated all eighteen martial arts in the field, exhausted and tired.

Zhao Fengdu is almost summarizing a set of experience in arable land.

He twisted the cloth scarf viciously.

My teeth were itchy.

The confidant official said: "This, this is really amazing."

In his memory, oxen usually dragged heavy straight-shaft wooden plows, slowly swung the ox tail, and helped farmers plow the land calmly. In addition, the straight-shaft wooden plow was bulky and difficult to turn, and it is conceivable how low the farmland efficiency was.

Not every household has plowing oxen.

Generally, it is shared by many families.

I have to rest for a while after plowing the field.

When the peak of farming is over, even if the common people use manpower to plow the land, they cannot overwork the oxen because their lives are more expensive than the common people. The farming efficiency is very low. After the common people work for a whole year, the whole family still has to be hungry.

His general only went out for half a day, but when he came back, he actually told him that he had plowed for about fifty acres?

It's really about fifty acres, not fifty cents?

He repeatedly confirmed with Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng also answered again and again with a good temper.

Seeing the expression of his confidant official, he guessed something and muttered: "So what if you have this ability? You have to do at least tenth level Zuo Shuchang. His strength is slightly lower and he can't do so much work..."

Although the work time is not long, there are many requirements for arable land. After a while, his Dan Mansion was in vain twice. If it weren't for Chu Yao's help to recover, he wouldn't have come back on his own horse but was carried back by someone today.

Who can ask a tenth-class Zuo Shuchang and a second-rank Chinese-speaking scholar to take action in order to cultivate more than fifty acres of land?

That is to repay his kindness by himself (to fall into the trap), Gong Shuwu could not reject his lord, and Chu Wuhui let Shen Jun come - only the scene of two brave warriors plowing the land.

How much profit does fifty acres of land produce?

The trusted official didn't think so. He said: "Other brave warriors cannot cultivate so much land in such a short time as a general, but they can be divided into several days, or send more brave warriors, such as the Duliu Gong, the second-class master..."

Zhao Feng sneered when he heard this.

Throw the wrung cloth aside and get up.

"Things are not that simple. How many brave warriors are not practicing for personal gain? Do you want to do a decent job without facing the loess and backs? Who would like to promote your family's strength, practice hard for years, and finally run to the mud to roll on the mud?"

Zhao Feng saw this very clearly.

He refused because he was not easy to repay his kindness.

In addition, Chen Tang asked for help, instead of deliberately humiliating himself, and did not mean to let him do it often in the fields.

Zhao Feng was willing to do it because of his "game" mentality and just fought with Gong Shuwu to pass the time.

What about other brave warriors?

There are very few willing.

Lack of food?

Just attack those with food.

Grabing is more efficient than being honest and practical.

In the past, there were no monarchs who had whimsical thoughts and let martial artists do this, but the result was either that high-level martial artists were disinterested or rebelled, or that they were diligent in farming and neglected in cultivation, and finally destroyed by their neighbors. In this world, strength is the foundation of everything!

Furthermore—

Due to the frequent natural and man-made disasters, it is extremely rare to have bumper harvests in three years of ten years, and most of them are disaster years... The output of a mu of land is too small, and that little value is not worthy of the "repressed" of the brave warriors.

When a trusted official heard this, he would not say much.

Zhao Feng asked again: "What are you doing this?"

Skip the previous topic.

Only then did the trusted official remember what he was doing.

"Send wine to the general."

Zhao Feng said: "Wine?"

Wine is made of grain.

That is a "luxury product". There is no place to buy this poor place in Fugucheng, and there is only a lot of fine wine in Shen Jun.

Zhao Feng wanted to drink it and went to ask for it.

However, considering Shen Jun's financial difficulties, he tried his best to control his alcohol consumption. If you count carefully, he hadn't had a good drink for several days. The jars brought by a trusted official actually contained wine? Then he would be welcome.

"How come this wine looks like Shen Jun's?"
To be continued...