Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 46: Be an Ideal Small Landlord

The more than 2000 mu of Fang's land is mountainous. Although the terrain is relatively gentle, it is definitely not fertile. At least watering and irrigation is a hassle. In addition, the farming technology is extremely low these days, so the high yield is a strange thing.

Planting the seeds in the ground and hoping that God will reap the harvest, it is a miracle that no one starved to death...

How to increase food production?

There are too many ways for Fangjia, high-quality fertilizers, excellent seeds, advanced farming techniques...

Even, is it possible to get hybrid rice out?
The Fang family stared at the snow-covered field, and his heart was beating. It seemed that being a small landlord was not bad?
Of course, we were born under the red flag and grew up in the new century. Even if we go back to ancient times to be a small landlord, we must be a small landlord with ideals, goals, abilities, and conscience. As for the three wives and four concubines Yes, ahem, there can be...

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This mansion with five entrances seems to occupy a very large area, and it is not spacious inside, but it has rules and rules, and it has a strong bookish atmosphere. It is really a scholarly family.

Fang Jun dismounted and walked slowly into the house with his hands behind his back.

At the front entrance are two stone lions with round heads and fat stomachs and a naive look. Between the two stone lions is the central axis of the entire house. The buildings in the courtyard are completely symmetrical from south to north. The main hall is pressed on the central axis, and the left There is an ear room, and the right side also has the same ear room. The rooms are connected and the rooms are opposite.It seems that the layout is not different from the courtyard he is familiar with, but the layout is more compact, and the patio is much smaller. Although the building is exquisite and meticulous, it feels a little cramped.

Although slightly compact in plan, it stands out in height.Except for the second-entry main hall and wing, the backyard is all two- or three-story buildings.There are four symmetrical rooms on the left and right of each entrance. The front is the upper room, the east and west are the wing rooms, and the south is the down hall. The four sides are opposite to each other.

From the third entry to the fifth entry, six courtyards that seem to be independent but interconnected are separated by a looped corridor.The distribution of houses is well-proportioned, the courtyards are adjacent, the doors are opposite, and the corridors are connected in series, extending in all directions.There are also rockeries and ponds, and pavilions and trees are dotted between the white walls and black tiles. If it is summer, there must be green trees and safflowers, the mountains and waters are quiet, and the end of the land is a good place to escape the heat.

When he reached the main hall, Fang Jun sighed a little.

There were no tables and chairs, and on the polished wooden floor, there were only a few flat, short, overhead square tables, with mats and mattresses on them.

Those things on the Hu Stool are considered barbarian things at this time, and it is good to prepare two in the bedroom, but they are not very elegant.

Qiaoer got out of nowhere, holding a tea cup in her hand, and Wu Meiniang followed behind her.

Both women were dressed in fox furs, wrapping their slender figures, especially Wu Meiniang, whose snow-white fox collar lined the flowery and jade-like face, adding a touch of mystery and haze, almost becoming a fox demon who had become a master. Hook people's soul...

Fang Jun's burning eyes saw Wu Meiniang's pretty face blushing, a little embarrassed, but her heart was sweet, she moved the lotus step lightly, put the tray in her hand on a table, bit her red lips and said, "Bedroom I haven't cleaned up yet, Erlang, let's rest for a while and have some snacks."

Lady is beautiful, gentle and dignified.

Fang Jun sighed with emotion, why is this Her Majesty Queen Zetian who will swallow Liuhe and hold the universe in his hand in the future?The difference is a bit big...

Qiao'er was holding the tea cup and placed it on the table, with a sweet smile on her face and a look of hope: "Erlang, try the tea I made, I've been learning it for a long time, hurry up and drink it while it's hot, right? "

The last time Fang Jun drank the tea she made and vomited, it was a huge blow to Qiao'er's confidence. The little maid tried her hardest and bought a lot of food for the nanny in the Lu family's room. Only then did she learn the advanced tea-making skills. , I felt that I was ready to become a teacher, so I offered my treasure impatiently.

As soon as Fang Jun thought of the "tea" like oil soup, he felt nauseated, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched unconsciously a few times. That thing is absolutely not allowed to drink, it will kill people...

But if you don't drink it, Qiao'er's good intentions will be wasted in vain, and Fang Jun can't bear to see the little maid's face begging for praise.

Does a certain really want to play a scene where the Buddha Lord serves tigers with his body and cuts flesh to feed eagles?

Just at this moment, Lu Cheng's appearance saved Fang Jun, who was in dire straits.

Hearing that Fang Jun had arrived at Zhuangshang, Lu Cheng rushed over in a hurry. When he saw Fang Jun, he folded his hands and said with a look of fear: "Erlang, this little one is humiliating the mission..."

Fang Jun was taken aback and asked, "Can't you do it?"

Lu Cheng smiled wryly and said, "That hot pot is not a big problem, it has already been done. As for the carriage... it has also been built, but unfortunately, the spiral device is led by the best old blacksmith in the blacksmith shop to study day and night. In the end there is no point..."

Fang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The spring is a bit difficult. It's my imagination. Without enough elastic steel, how can I make a spring? How far is the blacksmith shop from here?"

Lu Cheng said, "It's on the hillside behind Zhuangzi."

Fang Jun said quickly, "Let's take me to see..."

Saying that, as soon as Lu Cheng was out, he ran away.

Qiao'er was in a hurry and shouted, "Erlang, the tea hasn't been drunk yet..."

She didn't say it, but Fang Jun ran faster than a rabbit...

Wu Meiniang's eyes twinkled, her pretty face puzzled, a carriage?hot pot?spring?What the hell are those...

Going out from the back of Zhuangzi, I saw a smooth path that twists and turns all the way to the top of the mountain.

After turning two corners along the path, we entered a small hill.

A row of dilapidated brick houses was built in the mountain col, and several dark caves appeared on the hillside.

I rub!

Fang Jun was a little dazed, is this a mine?

"Five years ago, the blacksmith found a pyrite vein here, and it has been reported to the court. Because the Patriarch suffered a loss when His Majesty awarded the ministers, His Majesty has always felt guilty, so he gave the ore vein to the Patriarch at that time. It's the blacksmith who walked away, and the production of pyrite has not been high."

Lu Cheng explained in detail.

Fang Jun felt that he was speechless. Although he was studying agriculture, he also took chemistry classes. Is pyrite used for iron making?Don't kid yourself, okay, pyrite is iron disulfide, the main raw material for the production of sulfur and sulfuric acid.

Although he doesn't know how to extract...

But ironmaking is definitely not a success!

and many more……

Fang Jun's eyes swept away, but he saw a large pile of black ores piled up on the side of the col. What is that?Shouldn't pyrite be this color?Is it coal?
He walked over and found that it was a scaly ore with smooth tentacles, and his heart suddenly felt agitated.

Is it graphite?
My God, it's developed now!
This is the best refractory material!As we all know, the quality of iron and steel in ancient times has not improved. One reason for the poor quality of iron ore is that the temperature of steelmaking is not enough!
Fang Jun immediately thought of a big killer for steelmaking - graphite crucible!
Well, here comes the question again: he is studying agriculture, his major is not right, and he won't know how to do that stuff...

Fang Jun was extremely depressed. My buddy is here to solve the problem of food and clothing for the Tang Dynasty. Is there a medieval industrial revolution?
(End of this chapter)