"Broken Scythe, get a harvester to replace you sooner or later!" Xiao Han muttered as he walked towards the guest room.

The officials of Sinong Temple, who live here, arrived yesterday evening, but because of the long distance, those people were extremely tired when they arrived here! After this, only had time to say a few polite sentences, and Ren Qing, who was seen to have clues, arranged to rest in the guest room.

At this time, it was already early in the morning, but the guest room was very quiet, Xiao Han walked to the door, but he didn't see anyone, so he had to knock on the door twice.

"Wait a minute." An unpleasant voice rang out in the room.

Xiao Han withdrew his hand and looked around boredly, it was the first time he had come to these wooden houses that were temporarily used as guest rooms.

Soon, the door of the house was opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe came out of the house.

"I've seen Master Hou." After the middle-aged man went out, he saw Xiao Han in front of him, and after a moment's pause, he smiled and bowed to him.

Xiao Han stood in place, and after returning the salute, he looked into the room and didn't see anyone else, so he asked a little strangely, "Huh?" What about the people who are with you? ”

The middle-aged man smiled like a spring breeze, and replied gently to Xiao Han: "Back to Hou Ye, the others have already gone to Hanzhong City early in the morning to hand over the imperial decree, leaving only the official here to wait for you to summon Hou Ye." ”

"Summoned?" Xiao Han pursed his lips, maybe he didn't have a good impression of the guy who was handsome than himself, anyway, he was a little unhappy when he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Forget about summoning, I'm just a small county marquis, hey, what's your name? Yesterday there were a lot of people, and I didn't remember the name for a while! ”

Listening to Xiao Han say bluntly, he didn't know what his name was, but the middle-aged man didn't have the slightest hint of shame and anger on his face, and he still said humbly and politely: "Lord Hou is a noble person, and the next official is just a small temple in Sinong Temple, surnamed Wang, and the word Chong'an." ”

"Wang Chong'an?" Xiao Han looked at him and smiled, and he didn't know what to think in his heart, and suddenly said to him: "It's a pity, I used to think that the people in Sinong Temple were also the image of some thin old farmers!" But I didn't expect that there were scholars and literati like you in it, why didn't you go to Chongwen Hall? ”

The smile on the middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, a gust of wind blew, and the robe on his body fluttered with the wind: "Master Hou said that he laughed, the sage once said: A gentleman is not a weapon!" Whether it is Chongwen Hall, Sinong Temple, or will be a prison, where are there no literati? Or what can't literati do? ”

"Haha, that's what you said!" Xiao Han suddenly smiled, he felt that the petty official of Sinong Temple in front of him seemed to be a little interesting.

But what's interesting, he can't say much, he just feels that this person is a little different from other readers.

No matter how you say it, no one is annoyed, and Xiao Han has lost the meaning of no matter how troubled it is.

Returning to normal etiquette, and politely exchanging words to each other, Xiao Han invited him to take a look at the harvest of the three crops of rice, Wang Chongan still smiled and agreed, it seemed that on his face, there was no other expression, and he always looked calm.

He led the way in front, and Wang Chongan followed in a position one body behind, and there seemed to be a strange brilliance in his eyes when he looked around.

Li Yuan would send someone from Sinong Temple over, and Xiao Han didn't feel strange at all.

After all, more than half a month ago, he played in the form of an official document, saying that the three-season rice in Hanzhong was about to mature, and after two seasons of cultivation and exploration, its habits and yield had roughly achieved results, and the experimental planting should be over! Next, it's a matter of mass promotion.

It stands to reason that when Chang'an receives an official letter, he will send someone down to inspect it, and then make a plan for the future!

It's just that at that time, Xiao Han and Ren Qing both thought: Even if the people sent down this time are not as virtuous and respected as Mr. Xiao Yu, they are at least people of similar status, but they didn't expect that there were only so many petty officials from Sinong Temple, could it be that there is any mystery in this?

It's not good to stay away from Chang'an, the information is not clear, Xiao Han has no way of knowing what Li Yuan thinks, and now he can only take one step at a time.

The wooden house and the rice paddies were built next to each other, so within a few steps, the two of them were already on the ground.

Walking in the fields, there are people in front of you who are busy harvesting. And after seeing the rice field, Wang Chongan, who had always behaved in favor and humiliation, finally showed a hint of hope.

Walking quickly into a field that had not yet been harvested, Wang Chongan first stroked the heavy ears of rice, and then pulled out a piece of rice to take a closer look.

He looked at it very carefully, and looked at almost every leaf for a while, and when he saw it at the end, he didn't even let go of the dirt it carried, rubbed it with his hands one by one, and then came to his nose and sniffed it.

Xiao Han looked at him like this, and took a step back quietly. However, he wouldn't tell Wang Chongan that in order to raise land, he deliberately made a lot of rice fields and threw them into the fields......

Turning over the rice in his hand and checking it carefully, Wang Chongan finally carefully removed the rice ear, skillfully rubbed off the rice husk, and counted them one by one.

After a while, Wang Chongan raised his head and asked Xiao Han, who was so bored that he kicked the mud under his feet: "Master Hou, this new type of rice has a large ear and a large grain, and the yield should not be low, right?"

Xiao Han replied without raising his head: "Anyway, I calculated it during the last harvest, and it is estimated that it is thirty percent more than the usual rice!" ”

"Sancheng! That's a lot! Wang Chongan nodded silently, without the ecstatic look of others when they first heard it, but asked again: "Master Hou, this soil looks like it is generally fertile, if it is replaced with a fertile land with a heavenly name, can it make its yield higher?" ”

"Sancheng is still not satisfied?" Xiao Han looked up at Wang Chongan strangely, didn't he say that literati are the most particular about not demanding?

Wang Chongan glanced at Xiao Han, probably guessed what he was thinking, and arched his hand to him: "Master Hou, forgive me, the lower officials need to have a more accurate understanding of it." ”

Xiao Han waved his hand and said, "I haven't tried this, but even if I can increase production, there is not much room for it." ”

Wang Chongan nodded, and then asked again: "Master Hou, what about the water?" Is there any requirement for water, I just saw a field confiscated, and there is still a lot of water in it, is there anything special about it? ”

"It's not particular, it's my field, and the fish raised in it are ......" Speaking of this, Xiao Han's head was a little painful.

Sure enough, this is another guy who is meticulous about his job! Xiao Han is most afraid of dealing with this kind of person, blurring a data, or saying a wrong word, will be questioned behind his ass for a long time!

"Wait, I've got a handbook here to record their growth, from breeding to harvesting! You wait here for a while, I'll get it for you! Xiao Han hurriedly stepped back, leaving Wang Chongan alone to stay where he was.

"And such a booklet? Like a reader taking notes? ”