After a few seemingly unintentional questions and answers, Shi knew what he wanted to know most.

On the whole, it is far more complicated than I imagined, including the functions of the village community such as the redistribution of land and granting land, the selection of armor soldiers when going on expeditions, and the different tax rates between noble fiefs and the direct jurisdiction of the monarch.

But because this is near the capital of the Song Kingdom, the situation is much simpler in terms of these nearby villages.

He was not in a hurry, and it was not too early to see that it was dark, so he said goodbye to everyone, threw off the children who were reluctant to listen to the story and did not want to eat, and followed the reed back to the courtyard of the low thatched house.

Lu Hua at the door was already waiting in a hurry, and said to her brother, "Why did you come back so late?" You're not hungry, aren't others hungry? ”

Wei grinned, didn't say much, and let Shi enter the courtyard.

For a simple dinner, Lu Hua and Wei's father were well and ate together.

Although there was no drink, he also ate and laughed, and from time to time asked about the purpose of the various farm tools in the courtyard, these primitive farm tools were different from the ones he knew, and many of them did not know what they were used for.

Lu Hua always explained all kinds of farm tools in a cheerful tone before her father and brother answered, and in the end, she even let go of her courage and made a joke.

"I thought you knew a lot, but there are also things you don't recognize."

"My family makes shoes, and I recognize awls, leather scissors, and top fingers. Every day's food is exchanged for money, and when I was a child, I always thought that corn grew in the grain and rice store. ”

The guests laughed, pointed to the few slippery wooden sticks standing next to the courtyard wall, and asked, "What is this for?" ”

"Smash the stick. Corn, beans, and wheat must be smashed with this smashing stick before they can be threshed. ”

Shi put down the half-eaten corn, walked to the wall, picked up the stick, looked at it a few times, and said, "Get me a hemp rope." ”

Lu Hua didn't know what to do, but hurriedly got up and took out a piece of hemp rope from the pile of firewood and grass.

Shi took a smashing stick, compared it and recalled what he saw in the smashing field when he was a child, found the length of it, and stomped hard with his foot to break the stick.

The stick was worthless, and the reed didn't feel distressed, but he didn't know what to do.

The hemp rope was connected to the two broken wooden sticks of different lengths, and the optimal length condensed after 2,000 years of history was officially made, and a flail waved with both hands was made.

With a slight force on both hands, the rope drove the short stick in front of it, and it flew from behind with the sound of the whistling wind, slamming heavily on the ground, making a crackling sound.

"That way, you don't have to bend down when you hit it. Otherwise, use a straight stick, and if you want to smash more, you have to bend down. ”

The people in the courtyard are all croppers, and they have been friends with Gu Huang for I don't know how many lifetimes. After saying it for a while, Wei understood the meaning, stopped eating, ran over and waved it a few times, and praised: "It's really a good thing." A hemp rope, the wooden stick in front of the grain is all lying on the bean straw when it falls, if the long stick does not bend down, it can only be smashed in front of it...... That's a good thing. ”

After waving it for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Sui, you don't even recognize those farm tools, how can you think of it?" ”

After thinking about the Mohist family's common saying of Tianzhi, he sighed: "Mr. Mo Zhai once said that the truth of all things is the same, and this truth is Tianzhi. For example, if water comes from below, if you water it, you can't make the land higher than the ditch. Once you understand the will of heaven, it is not difficult to apply the truth to all things. ”

Everyone knows Mozi's reputation and has never seen a real person, but when they see such a character who calls themselves Mozi, they sigh one by one.

Shi said: "This thing can save effort, you might as well wait for those people to listen to the story, and tell the neighbors, so that they can also benefit." Mr. Mo Zhai once said that doing the world's righteousness is like building a wall. The rammed earth with great strength, the carrying soil with little strength, and the woman cooking and delivering water, each do their best, and the world can be governed. I can't farm, that's all I can do. ”

Lu Hua scratched her head and said: "Little brother, when Mr. Mo Zhai said this, did he mean that those who farm can only farm the land, and those who make shoes can only make shoes?" ”

Shi Da laughed and shook his head: "Before the child grows up, how do you know if he will be tall or short in the future?" How do you know if your brother is good at bending a bow and shooting arrows, driving a car? But where does he have a chariot and a bow? Just like you, you want to learn from me how to cure diseases and save people, but before you don't learn, how do you know if you can learn it or not? ”

Lu Hua nodded as if she didn't understand, feeling as if she understood, but as if she didn't understand.

But after the doubts, I was happy again, and my heart said that after all, you still haven't forgotten what you promised, and that's good.

After saying this, Shi went back to the meal, and continued to scoop up the remaining corn with a spoon.

When dinner was about to end, Shi finally spoke: "Actually, I have something to do this time." ”

Wei patted his chest and said, "You saved my father, as long as I can do it, I will definitely agree." If I can't do it, I won't say yes, but I'll do my best. ”

After thinking about the Miss Qianjin and the Seven Star Long Yuan in the story of Wu Zixu that I said before, I don't know if the people at this time are like in the story, and they feel that giving money is an insult and commit suicide when they don't agree with each other......

Fortunately, before the story could be told, he took out fifteen shovels of coins from his body, and before he could put them on the table, Wei asked, "What is this?" ”

"I want to borrow two acres of land. With a spring and autumn. You must accept this money, the ink man does righteousness not for the purpose of returning in the future, if you don't accept it, you will break the righteousness in my heart. ”

Wei didn't know what the rules of the Mo family were, guessing that there were really a lot of rules in the Mo family, and seeing the solemnity of what he said, he glanced at his father and put the money away.

An acre of land can harvest an average of a week's worth of grain, and the Song State already has some land that can be bought and sold by private ownership, but the price of renting land is too high.

Tithes are paid per acre, about one and a half copper coins, and these fifteen copper coins are already the income of one acre of land.

Lu Huaqi said: "You just said that you don't know how to farm, what do you want to do with the land?" ”

Shi mysteriously took out the bag of seeds from his arms, and deliberately looked at the door, so that the solemn atmosphere created by this deliberately caused everyone to hold their breath before the meal, solemnly.

"I once met a strange man who gave me a packet of seeds, which was said to be a blessing for the world. I can only plant here, and you know that the nobles are greedy, and I don't want to be taken by them. ”

Lu Hua thought to herself, what kind of person will it be if you call it a strange person? She didn't pay attention to this bag of seeds, but just lamented that it was so big outside the village community and there were so many strange people.

Reed's concern is not about the bag of seeds, but about the words greed and insatiability.

Greed means very special at this time, and it is even more special for these village farmers.

The original labor of cultivating public land was normal, and it was also habitual and acceptable.

The harvest under the grant of land was also subject to taxes, and the behavior of the monarch and nobles who tried to deprive the peasants of another part of their land was called "greed" at this time.

At this time, greed is not only the meaning of the afterlife, but also a kind of ignorant awakening that private property belongs to oneself and is inviolable.

After cursing a few words quietly, everyone's minds were on the bag of seeds that were very precious, and their eyes were full of curiosity.

"Want to see it?"

Several people nodded their heads again and again, thought for a moment, stretched out their fingers and pinched out a seed from the package, holding it in the air.

At this time, the golden crow will not fall, hanging obliquely between heaven and earth, and it has long lost the scorching white momentum at noon, like blood and fire.

All kinds of clouds froze in the windless air, dyed with the color of fire.

The low wall of dung blocked the sun shining on the west side, leaving only a pale luster that folded diagonally along the wall.

The seed blended with the sunset light in this slanted sunlight, and it was impossible to tell whether the bright yellow was the color of the seed itself or the embers left by Hou Yi.

The surface is smooth, round and crystalline, just like the pearl of Mo difficult, which is a specialty of the Song Kingdom. It is not as slender as Mai, nor is it as restrained as Mai, so that the hemp-colored bran completely blocks the delicate powder inside, but reveals the essence of it under the pale yellow jade.

The same is clear, the color is like the sun and the moon, but it is not as small and delicate as rice, not as good as rice like the chaff, skin, husk, and grains, a ear of rice can always be divided into three, six, nine, etc., fine, coarse, rough layer by layer, the difference between high and low. And if this thing is food, people can eat it, chickens, guineas, dogs, and animals can also eat it, and it has never been as distressing as feeding animals with polished rice.

In terms of color, it is the closest relative to millet rice, but the appearance is much more atmospheric, and the little finger-sized body of the milk boy makes the farmer even more happy.

But big may not necessarily be good, such as beans, full of grains, like those noble daughters. However, the yield of round beans is very low, and there are not many of them, except for the necessary use for soup. This seed is no smaller than a bean, but it is only jade and not round, like a farmer's thin cheeks, revealing such an indescribable shabbyness. This lowly appearance will always produce more than soybeans.

Big is not necessarily good, but small is sometimes bad. For example, corn, small like ant eggs, hands accidentally fall into the dust, pick up also from trouble, especially when harvesting, the old and weak sit on the ground, do not recognize the hard work and dust decay, but how to pick can not be clean, after the autumn rain, the field yard sprouts are green, the heart of hope is distressed. This seed is not in such a way, and if it is knocked over, it is a three-year-old child's ability to pick it up.

The hemp of the five grains is mostly used for clothing rather than food, and it was said before that when this strange man gave him seeds, he could relieve the suffering of famine in the world, so he naturally ate it.

But such a seed, Rao is reed once went on an expedition, and he also went to Qilu Weizheng, even if he has seen a little of the world, but how has he ever seen such a seed?

Since it has not been seen, the strange man's words must be true. Besides, this kind of seed is not this kind, and strange people say that it can save the world from famine, and the output will be abundant.

Wei guessed that if it grew like a millet and was such a large grain, one acre might be harvested for one and a half stones.

The tithe tax has long been fixed, and the extra half stone is the farmer's own...... If the public land is also planted, the nobles of the public office will be able to use it enough, and maybe they will be exempted from tithes.

Such a simple but mysterious seed in the sunset is enough for the reed to have a good dream.

When the courtyard wall finally blocked the last rays of the sun, Wei woke up like a dream, trembling his throat, with the natural devotion to food of the Zhushannon people, and asked, "Is this ...... What is it called? ”