"That's true! I've been on a business trip for more than half a year, and I don't even have a week of rest when I come back!"

Rubbing his whineful stomach, Wang Hou yawned heavily again, and then he jumped out of the carriage lazily. In his yawning eyes, several large gold-pinned characters from the Grand Sin Nongfu slowly came into his eyes.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Wang Hou was not in a hurry. He ran home for vacation. It was really a matter of Dongjun!

It is now July, and I will definitely miss the farming season in Dongjun this year. The only crop that can save Dongjun is the only one crop, winter wheat!

Wheat was introduced to China in the summer, but the matching pasta developed in China very slowly. At least by the end of the Han Dynasty, there was still not much mill, and most of the mills were black noodles, while ordinary people cooked wheat and corn into wheat rice to eat. That thing was very unpalatable.

However, this is a poor and backward era after all, and it is good to have a stuttering. Wheat is much higher than millet. Although they are unwilling to eat it, farmers are still expanding barley planting. The court is also trying to update the planting methods. Among them, winter wheat is a major innovation in wheat cultivation during the Qin and Han Dynasties.

This thing is also called Sumai. In "Records of the Grand Historian. Records of Emperor Wu", there is a record of sending a messenger to persuade the flooded counties to plant Sumai. Yan Shigu also explained it, saying: Planting it in autumn and winter will ripen after years of ripening, so it is called Sumai.

In addition, in the famous "Qimin Yaoshu·Wheat" by Jia Sijie of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there is also an explanation of planting methods, such as: 70 days after the summer solstice, wheat can be planted. Early planting will lead to insects and joints, and late planting will lead to small ears and small solids.

It would be great to be able to plant grain in winter and harvest a wave next spring!

Unfortunately, Wang Hou didn’t know much about winter wheat. Unfortunately, before traveling, all the nearby Wang Hou’s house were planted. I only vaguely remember that when I was a child, when I went back to my grandmother’s house with his mother, my uncle who was farming talked a few words. Among them, the two of them are the ones that remember the deepest. Winter wheat should be planted late. Winter wheat should not suffer from winter freezing but also from spring cold! Generally, the planting season is September!

There are still two months left to plant, which is why Wang Hou ran back, so it is hard to be anxious! It would be better to prepare for Xudu for one month, prepare all the information, bring enough agricultural tools and supplies, and transport them back to Dongjun. Then, roll up his sleeves and do a big fight.

In fact, although he was a daughter slave at home and was coaxing his daughter to play, Wang Hou had already arranged the task after he came back. Wang Yuan went to urge the smelter on the mountain to convert weapons into farm tools and speed up the construction. Wang Fu went to the nearby area to hire old farmers who could plant wheat. Then he went back to Dongjun to teach those captives from Hebei to plant wheat. Wang Congge brought his handwritten letter to Puyang City, which he had just taken back, and invited vendors who were familiar with Wang Hou to come to Zhongmu County to discuss major events.

It takes time to complete these things. Everyone below is busy with things, but Wang Hou himself has nothing to do. Who will take a vacation if he doesn’t take a vacation?

However, Cao Hongjie was worried that he would fall into the tender land. Mr. Cao and Guo Jia and Guo Yingui couldn't stand his own idleness and comfortable vacation. With the sword of Darkmos that Mr. Cao had to end his comfortable vacation on his head, Wang Hou had to end his comfortable vacation and pretend to be busy.

Then check the information yourself!

In the entire Han Dynasty, the one with the most complete agricultural materials was the Grand Secretary Agricultural Palace!

"Greetings to the King's Envoy!"

No wonder people are willing to climb up. It feels good to have power and power! Wang Hou, the Grand Secretary’s Mansion, one of the nine ministers’ yamen in the Han Dynasty, also entered as soon as possible. He had been the chief minister here before, but now he is still famous. The soldiers guarding the gate not only dared not stop him, but Wang Hou rubbed his stomach without lunch and was confused when he was hunching, and he had to bow and greet him in 90 degrees.

Needless to say, the general Zang Hong had already shouted out Wang Hou's request, and then a 400-stone envoy from the Grand Secretary's Agricultural Mansion led the way and brought Wang Hou to the database.

"Eunuch, all the classic agricultural works from all over the years are here!"

After passing through the yamen yard where he was doing business, in front of a warehouse door in the backyard that had not been opened for a long time, the senator Pei Yuan, smiled and bowed respectfully to introduce.

But then, he was embarrassed and searched for a large bunch of keys around his waist. After finally finding them out, the envoy Lang Guan tried hard to put the key into the rusty lock. He twisted it a few times, but it was rusted and could not be opened at all.

"Encourt! Chu Jing Pavilion has been disrepair for a long time, so it is better for the subordinates to order people to clean up. You are here tomorrow..."

"Bang!"

The gunshot scared the Lang Guan almost kneeled down. He arrogantly turned the short musket back to his waist and pointed at the broken lock that had been broken by steel. Wang Hou lazily made another request.

Tomorrow? It’s delayed until tomorrow, Mr. Cao has to talk to me again!

The Han Dynasty respected historical materials and texts, but recorded them in detail. In addition to the classics, history, and collections of classics, history, and literature, these agriculture and miscellaneous studies were not very good, and they looked similar to the locks outside. The room was covered with thick dust, and the bamboo slips placed on the shelves were almost buried in dust.

It was really painful for this envoy. Wang Hou was far away and covered his nose. He looked at his sad face. He walked to a bookshelves according to the number, bulged his dantian and squirted it over in one breath, and blew smoke and dust. As a result, he looked at the nameplate engraved on the bookshelf. He was not looking for it! Coughing and slapped, the old man in his fifties hurried to the next bookshelves.

He was choked by the dust that was washed out and retreated. Seeing the old guy struggling in the warehouse, Wang Hou's bored eyes were sweeping around, but what came into his eyes was either gray or gray. However, just when he was so idle, a bookshelves that Pei Yuan had blown by just now, a box that had finally been exposed but had no cover poured into his eyes. He walked over and took it in his hand for a few times.

It's a walnut!

He copied the bamboo slips next to the box. On the slightly sloppy knife-carved notes, the lines of traditional Chinese official script in the Han Dynasty were a record of planting walnuts in his difficult identification.

Not far from the walnut sample, it was still a tiny-long box with a dry skin wrapped in seeds, but it was a pomegranate!

Correspondingly, there are also records of people in this era’s experience in planting pomegranate.

Good thing!

The heart accelerated a little more rapidly. Wang Hou looked through the bookshelves one by one. Some of the physical objects displayed were rotten, but the planting records on the edges were all available, including grapes, pomegranates, cucumbers, garlic, celery, coriander, broad beans, and other common objects on the dining table in later generations.

Especially as Wang Hou's hands were trembling slightly, he actually took out something dusty and furry in the last box.

cotton!

It turns out that there is already cotton in this era!

If I had known there was cotton, I would have been exhausted to pull out those chicken feathers and duck feathers to make a down jacket! Until now, I would have a smell of chicken feathers when I was sleeping! The images of quilts, cotton coats, cotton pants, cotton towels, and a lot of daily necessities appeared in Wang Hou's mind. Looking at the already dry cotton on his hand, Wang Hou's hands trembled a little.

"Encourt! During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, you are looking for relief to the disaster area in Hebei. The records of the imperial court sending eunuchs to urge farming of Sumai, as well as the experience of planting Sumai in the past dynasties are all here!"

As he was trembling, the voice of the envoy Pei Yuan sounded behind him again. He pointed to the bookshelf he had just browsed, and Wang Hou asked excitedly.

"What kind of record is there on this shelf?"

Just as he blew his face, the old guy now remembers it deeply and replied with a smile: "Return to the envoy, these are amazing. They are all notes brought back by the Marquis of Bowang Zhang Qian after returning from the Western Regions! The Prime Minister sent someone to ask a while ago, but he couldn't find it. He didn't expect to be here!"

Zhang Qian!!!

My heart couldn't help but jumped a few times again. Wang Hou was like a robber, and suddenly he had red eyes and grabbed the old guy's collar.

"Package it all for me!"

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