Great Blue Night Watchman

Lin Su did not choose to fly through the sky and reach the top of the mountain directly. Instead, he chose to climb the mountain on foot from the foot of the Great Smoky Mountains. This was basic etiquette.

The mountain road is winding and the bamboo garden is dense. The heavy snow has just passed. A few bamboos have been bent and have not had time to straighten up. The surroundings are original ecology.

Turning around a mountain pass in front, the view suddenly opened up.

The straight mountain peaks stand in front, like a barrier, with a faint mist. Above the peaks, a line of clear water rushes down, stirring up flying flowers and broken jade.

Below, completely beyond Lin Su's expectation, was an idyllic scenery.

There are more than ten ridges of fields, seven or eight pieces of land, and a cattle grazing leisurely on the grass. The cow bells are ringing and the smoke from the nearby thatched hut is rising into the sky.

Lu Yi opened his eyes wide: Looking at a small piece of land from below, I didn't expect it to be so big.

Lin Su's eyes flickered slightly as he strolled by...

Lu Yi thought this was a real pastoral, but he knew that this was not the case, this was the literary world!

Taoism has thirteen characters of true world.

The Holy Family of Farmers also has their farming world.

Although this person's agricultural world is not particularly large, and there is nothing shocking in it, it is perfectly integrated with the real scenery, and his achievements are extremely extraordinary.

Before arriving at the hut, Lin Su bowed slightly: Haining Lin Su, I made a special trip to visit you. I don't know if it's rude or not.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man came out of the hut quickly: It turns out that the third young master Lang Lin, the number one scholar, is here. The little old man is really flattered. Please come quickly!

This old man has messy hair, rough skin, ravines on his face, and a generous smile. His clothes are also shabby rural clothes, and there is even dirt under his feet. He is definitely that of a country old man. In his appearance, except for the slight hint of literati characteristics in his words, there is no trace of a literati at all.

Entering the inner room, a fire was blazing, and food was cooking in a hanging pot. It looked quite rich, including chicken, fish, and meat...

Sir, by preparing such sumptuous dishes, are you planning to celebrate the New Year in advance? Lin Su said with a smile.

In the eyes of farmers, the Chinese New Year is not as good as the visit of distinguished guests. Today Mr. Lin is here in person. How dare you neglect it? He took out a wine jar from the table and opened it. Inside was slightly yellow rice wine. Once the rice wine was opened, The aroma is also tangy.

Lin Su sat by the fire pit. The old man took out three coarse porcelain bowls, placed them in front of them, and poured three bowls.

The bowl is thick, the chopsticks are freshly cut, and there are bamboo burrs on them. The wine is muddy, the ground is muddy, and the hanging pot is oily and black, but the enthusiasm can still be felt.

My husband traveled thousands of miles and came to Haining. Lin did not fulfill the courtesy of a landlord, but was treated by my husband first. I am really ashamed.

The old man said: Sir, what you said is wrong. I have benefited a lot from coming to Haining! It is the first time that I know that a waterwheel can spin without anyone. It is also the first time that I know that farmers can be so prosperous and healthy. Having this kind of situation is a life-long comfort...I respect you for this bowl of wine!

Lin Su raised the bowl, touched it lightly with him, and took a big sip.

This is farm bacon, try it...

Lin Su picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The meat was so fragrant, the wine... forget it...

Lu Yi also ate a piece of bacon at the old man's invitation and nodded slightly to indicate that it was delicious...

The third young master is a genius in literature and art, and has the talent to help the world, but I don't know if he has any involvement in farm affairs...

There are some.

The man in green clothes was slightly startled. Mr. sir, you are bragging. You were originally a prince's son, but later you became a literary genius. How could you be involved in farming? You may be able to deceive others in front of others, but you definitely can't do it in front of this old man. He is from the Holy Family of Farmers and is too familiar with farming...

Oh? The old man smiled softly: I wonder what kind of research there is.

Why don't you ask the question! Lin Su smiled and said, Let's see if I can answer it.

This is a bit interesting. Lu Yi is very interested and wants to jump out and ask a few questions first...

The old man said: When the crops are put into the fields, who is in charge of the harvest?

Eight words, in fact, are the common discussion of all farmers in this era. Farming also requires knowledge. If the same seeds are planted, they will grow in the same time. Some will grow well, and some will grow poorly. Whether they grow well or not, The people can have enough to eat, but if the growth is poor, the people will be hungry. Whether it is a good year or a bad year is not only related to the life and death of the people, but also related to the survival of the country.

Therefore, officials and people all over the world want to ask, when crops are put into the fields, what will determine the final harvest?

Lin Sudao: The harvest of crops is the result of the joint action of multiple factors. Seeds, soil, temperature, and humidity are all indispensable.

Seeds, soil, and humidity are all known, but what is temperature?

Temperature is a matter of cold weather and hot weather. Although there are also overwintering crops, generally speaking, crops will grow faster when the temperature is higher.

It turns out it's hot and cold. Farmers generally don't take hot and cold into consideration, because hot and cold are God's will and are uncontrollable. If you can answer these three key questions, you are indeed involved in farming. The old man nodded and said: If you were asked to improve farming, what would you do?

If the first question is a general knowledge question, then the second question is profound.

If you take it to the palace test field, it will be a big and nerve-wracking article.

In fact, in the past scientific examination hall, there was actually an article like this, how to improve farming...

Lin Sudao: The old gentleman's question has actually been answered on Haining River Beach.

Haining River Beach?

The old man closed his eyes slightly, and the green man was also thinking...

Lin Sudao: Old sir, in your opinion, how is the farming on the Haining River Beach?

Of course it's unparalleled. This is the fundamental reason why Lao Ruo made a special trip to stay.

Have you ever thought about why that's good?

Because the people work hard, because the land is fertile, and because there is enough water here, the crops grow well. This is the experience the old man summed up after several months of field visits.

Have you ever thought about why the people work so hard?

The old man was stunned.

Do people need a reason to work hard?

Do we need to ask why?

Lin Sudao: The people work hard because they know that the sweet rice and sweet potato flowers they grow are their own, and they are doing things for themselves. Therefore, they sleep in the middle of the night and get up in the middle of the night, even if they sweat on the floor. I am willing to break eight petals!

The old man sighed deeply: Yes, how can there be such a good thing in other places? Farmers are exploited for all their income from farming the fields. How can you ask them to work hard? How can they have the strength to work if they don't have rice in their belly?

Lin Sudao: One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death!... If the endogenous motivation cannot be stimulated, no matter how good the conditions are, it will be in vain. Therefore, the improvement of farming, seeds, Things like soil are only at the technical level. The more critical thing is the policy level. You must first make farmers motivated to farm...

Suddenly, he stopped, looked at this, looked at that...

Why are their eyes so bright?

Ms. sir, you read another poem... Lu Yi's face turned red. She didn't know whether it was from the fire or from the excitement. Anyway, she really didn't drink.

Reading poetry? Have it?

oh……

The old man chanted slowly: One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are starving to death! What a good poem, what a poem! It is so profound that one poem expresses the sorrow of farmers all over the world. I have an uninvited request, and Mr. Wanwang agrees.

you say……

How about you write this poem in your own hand and give it to me?

Lin Su smiled and said: Of course!

He raised his hand, put his pen down, and wrote this poem on gold paper. The title was Compassion for the Farmers.

The colorful poem was delivered to the old man.

The old man admired it several times, his face full of joy, folded it carefully, and hid it in his arms.

He raised the wine bowl again: Third Young Master gave me colorful poems. I will also give you something from Haining Jiangtan.

Give Haining Jiangtan something?

Not for me?

What? Lin Su was a little strange.

That's the ox. Lin Su was confused and gave Haining Jiangtan a ox? Are you here to celebrate the New Year? Of these hundreds of thousands of people, it’s pretty good if each of them can drink a mouthful of soup...

The old man waved his hand gently and pointed outside the hut. The ox suddenly rose into the sky and flew towards the Haining River Beach...

This scalper is the psychic beast of the Nongsheng Holy Family. With it guarding the Haining River Beach, other factions will have to buy some noodles from my farmer's family.

Lin Su's eyes lit up!

Haining River Beach is getting better and better. The Bishui Immortal Sect has stretched out its hand in the past, and maybe it will again in the future.

Other Holy Families may also reach out.

If someone wants to deal with him or his Lin family, Lin Su doesn't care much, but Haining Jiangtan is different. Haining Jiangtan doesn't have strong protection.

However, now with this psychic scalper, the situation is very different.

No matter how low the presence of the Nongsheng Holy Family is, they are still a Holy Family.

The nine holy families all have bottom lines, and it is unlikely that they will break through each other's bottom lines. This scalper is wandering around the river beach. Whether it is the holy family or the Immortal Sect, they have to think carefully if they want to cause damage.

Lin Su bowed slightly: Sir, you have shown such favor to Haining River Beach, Lin Su will be rewarded in the future!

You have inspired me enough, and I don't dare to repay you in return! If you have free time in the future, you might as well go to the foot of Zhongtiao Mountain, and I will show you the true appearance of the farm with your own eyes.

The old man gently rolled and retracted his hands, and the landscape scroll in front of him was folded like a piece of paper and put into his palm. In front of them, there were no more fields or huts, only a vertical wall, piercing the sky...

Are you leaving?

Yes! I stayed here for more than two months, just to see you. Now my wish has been fulfilled, and I'm leaving! He rose from the sky, and a voice came from the air: Old Chen's real name is Jia Wuyu. If you go to the foot of Zhongtiao Mountain, Just find Elder Sanwu.”

Sanwu elders?

Lin Su wanted to ask him which Sanwu he was, but the clouds were flying in the sky and Elder Jia had disappeared without a trace.

Only one ox was left, grazing leisurely on the river beach.

Lin Su slowly turned around and faced Lu Yi. There was still a hint of red on Lu Yi's face...

You didn't drink? Why is your face still red? Lin Su touched her face, it was so tender...

Luyi smiled softly: I haven't drunk it yet. This wine is a bit muddy... Mr. Sir, you can give this old man a colorful poem casually, and give me one too...

Write what?

It doesn't matter... How about you record this wonderful moment? We actually met a literary master in his literary world. It's so interesting...

Lin Su raised her hand and put down her pen...

Don't laugh at the farmer's house, which is full of wax and wine. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. There is no way out after the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. The flute and drum follow the Spring Society, and the simple clothes and ancient customs remain. From now on, if you can take a leisurely ride in the moon, there will be no time to lean on a stick. Knock on the door at night.”

Colorful glow!

Luyi jumped with excitement, took his poem manuscript and put it in the warehouse...

In the field, a green seedling swayed gently. At this moment, it was different from the seedlings in nature.

In the distant sky, above the white clouds, Elder Sanwu also had a smile on his face...

I knew you would give me a surprise. Sure enough, my old man was so clever that he left a green seedling and recorded the birth of a colorful poem.

The wonderful journey this girl talks about is not the same for an old man like me.

I got two colorful poems in one day, one of which was about the holy way of the Farmer Saint, and its weight was unparalleled.

Although the other poem has nothing to do with the holy way, it is even more wonderful. There is no way out after mountains and rivers, and there is a village with dark willows and flowers. It is an eternal quatrain. This seems to be the direction of our literary world in the future. I will make it look like this and build a small manor. These two poems are posted on the door as a couplet, and the following poems are also very wonderful. From now on, if I can take advantage of the moon, I can knock on the door at night with my stick... Will this kid really come and knock on the door at night? Why do I still have so much expectations at my age? I look forward to him really coming to Zhongtiao Mountain...

It’s time to go home for the New Year, let’s go!

…

As Lin Su said in his poem, the flute and drum follow the spring society, and the Spring Festival is getting closer step by step...

In the blink of an eye, it is already the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month.

Like last year, Lin Su took Xiaoyao to the streets and went shopping. In fact, he was just shopping and didn't need to buy anything at all.

The Chinese New Year is nothing more than food and clothing...

There is no need to buy clothes this year. The Qu family sent them a boatload of clothes directly from the capital, with various materials and furs, including several magical furs that have never been seen in the world, such as those given to Mother Lin. If you put a vest made of arctic fire mink fur on the ice and snow, the ice and snow will really melt! Wearing it on your body, you only need a single piece of clothing, and you won't feel cold even if it's snowing heavily.

Such leather is worth a thousand taels of silver.

All the clothes together amount to almost five thousand taels!

These are given by the Qu family for free, and there is no money involved at all.

Eat, that's more.

Haininglou sent the best white flour, the best oil, and the best honey to the Lin Mansion. They knew that Lin Su liked to toss with some New Year snacks, so they let him toss as much as he wanted.

Of course, this is free of charge.

As for Haining River Beach and Yishui North Beach, as long as the Lin family relaxes a little bit, the eggs, chickens, ducks, fish, and meat they send can fill the entire Lin Mansion. Therefore, the old lady issued a ban very early , we are not allowed to accept anything given by the folks...

But the ban sometimes doesn't work. Every day, people put a bunch of things at the door and run away as soon as they put down their clothes. They don't even know who is coming.

Therefore, Xiao Zhou and the others from the Lin Mansion had a hard time, loading a bunch of things from unknown sources into the carriage every day, and then sending them to Haining University.

Haining University actually has a headache with this problem. They also send some people to send children of refugees from Haining Jiangtan and Yishui Beitan to study here. Who wouldn't be grateful to the teachers at the university? It’s the Chinese New Year, and it’s become everyone’s consensus to give something to the teacher. The key is that the parents of these students are still very rich - working in Haining Jiangtan, with a salary of a few taels of silver a month, after a year , there are many people who have saved more than ten taels or even dozens of taels of silver. If you put this in the whole world, they are extremely rich.

In this way, the items are too abundant.

Lin Su took Xiao Yao around a few times but stopped going. He was a little scared. Xiao Yao was so popular. Every time she went out, even if she had a round belly, Lin Su had to help her carry it, which made everyone see. The look in his eyes was strange. Could it be that I, the top scholar and a fifth-grade official, still lack a few candied haws from you? Do you need to beg alms all over the street?