Chapter 490

Guanzhong road was the Guanzhong area with Xi'an as the center in later generations.

Even after thousands of years of serious soil erosion and vegetation destruction, Zhouzhi and Lantian counties near Xi'an can still grow a large number of rice.

At this time, Guanzhong road in Datang has better conditions for planting rice.

First of all, it has abundant water sources, which is different from the impression of drought on the high loess slope in Northern Shaanxi. At this time, the Guanzhong road of Datang has abundant water sources.

Chang'an has been surrounded by eight rivers since the Han Dynasty.

There are eight rivers, i.e. Wei River, Jing River, Feng River, waterlog River, Xi River, Shen River, Chan River and Ba River, which flow around Chang'an City, and are "scattered among the eight rivers, which are different from each other".

With abundant water sources and the waterwheel made by Li forget worry, it is natural to plant a large number of rice.

Today, the weather in Datang is hot and is in a "warm period". Even in Guanzhong Road north of the Yangtze River, the temperature is not inferior to those areas where rice can be planted twice a year.

At least Li forgot to worry that Chang'an is much hotter than Chengdu in later generations. Chengdu can grow two crops a year, so why can't Guanzhong road?

It is better to plant rice than wheat.

It has high yield and short maturity. It has no disadvantages except that it needs a lot of water resources and is not cold resistant.

These two points are not a problem in Guanzhong road.

Now it is the end of August. We can also rush to plant a season of rice to recover the losses caused by the locust plague. Li forgot to worry about it. He couldn't help blaming himself. Why did he forget such an important thing.

Li forgot to worry about the ridicule of Li Er and a group of big men. Although everyone has no malice, this feeling of being looked down upon by others is very depressed even if Li forgets to worry.

He was even more depressed that what he had proposed was the right approach, but it was not accepted or even criticized by others.

Li Er, among others, still clings to the centuries old farming tradition and feels that Guanzhong road is only suitable for large-scale planting of wheat and sorghum.

They also did not consider the possibility of planting two crops of rice a year in Guanzhong road.

Li Qieyou rolled his eyes silently. Sure enough, the truth is only in the hands of a few people.

He couldn't help raising his voice: "uncle, I'm not kidding! Guanzhong road can really grow a lot of rice!"

"Well, Ziyou, don't make any more trouble. If you want to talk about other skills, I believe you, but when it comes to farming, hey hey..." Li Er smiled: "I still remember how you let people sow rice fields."

what? What do you mean by that?

Li Qieyou was confused by Li Er's words. What happened to him? What makes people sow rice fields?

Seeing Li's puzzled look, Fang Xuanling also smiled: "Ziyou, did you let the race get rice with the 300 mu of saline alkali land you improved at the beginning?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Li forgot to worry and asked.

"Ha ha, I remember, you let people dig those rice fields in a mess and waste a lot of fields. There are two mu of rice fields, which are sown in a disorderly way. I heard you asked people to do the same?" Fang Xuanling twisted her beard with a smile.

Even Fang Xuanling admired Li's talent and learning. The Three Kingdoms, now Fang Xuanling also can't put it down. As for those poems "copied" by Li forget worry, Fang Xuanling likes them very much.

But when it comes to what Li forgot to worry about in farming, he can only shake his head and smile bitterly.

However, in the view of Fang Xuanling, Li Er and others, the shortcomings do not hide the Yu. Li forgets to worry, but it is normal that he doesn't understand. For what he just said, people naturally just smile. It's like a joke said by a younger generation, and no one takes it to heart.

Li forgot about his 300 mu rice field for a long time. Now the government is making a lot of money every day. Where can he care about those rice fields? He has long left them to old village Zheng to take care of them for himself.

Now, reminded by Li Er and Fang Xuanling, he suddenly woke up.

Fang Xuanling's indiscriminate sowing of rice fields is the two mu of land he ordered people to plant by throwing seedlings, right?

Shit, what is random sowing? It's the seedling throwing method, which can increase the rice yield by 10%.

Li forgot to worry and was completely speechless. He didn't bother to defend. What's the actual situation? I'd better ask Li Er and them to see it with their own eyes.

"Uncle, Duke Wei, you almost forgot about the paddy field you mentioned. Hey hey, why don't you go and have a look at it today. See if you were sowing seeds indiscriminately and see what use the ditches you asked people to dig. If the paddy field grows well, how about your uncle's suggestion?"

"Hehe, Ziyou, you really don't give up when you don't see the Yellow River. It's strange that your rice field can grow well. Well, don't be ridiculous. It's important for me to discuss business with the princes." Li Ergen didn't believe his words, shook his head and didn't want to continue this topic.

Li forgot to worry. He choked on Li Er's words and almost didn't kill himself.

This woodlouse Li two, even his own three-dimensional rice breeding technology do not understand, rely on!

When he wanted to say something, he saw Li Heng hurried into the bathroom.

"Lang Jun, the village is coming. I'd like to tell you something happy."

Li forgot to worry and was depressed. He asked casually, "what's the wedding? Is his family going to get married or something?"

"It's the rice fields in the house that are ripe. I'm here to ask my husband how long he will start harvesting. He can arrange his hands."

Although the government can't see the income of the 300 mu rice field at all, since ancient times in China, farmland harvesting is a major event, so it's natural not to be careless.

Now the whole Guanzhong Road, because rice is only planted on a small amount of land, the government does not pay much attention to rice harvesting.

When the wheat is ripe for harvest, that is the top priority of the government.

It is not only necessary to sacrifice to heaven, but also to have various ceremonies to celebrate the harvest.

Even Li Er had to go down to the ground and harvest the first clump of wheat in the spring ploughing Royal grange.

This is also an important ceremony that is not inferior to the royal family's Pro farming ceremony. Not only does Li Er have to go down to the field to harvest in person, but also the eldest grandson queen and the prince have to pick up ears behind him. After harvest, we have to sacrifice to heaven to show our gratitude to God's gift.

Therefore, in the view of the old village, it was a big thing that his Lord's paddy field was mature, so he hurried to report it.

Li forgot to worry and couldn't help laughing. It was really sleepy. Someone gave him a pillow. He is depressed about how to persuade Li Er and others. Now it's time for them to see with their own eyes whether they understand farming or not!

"Li Heng, you go to ask the old village to prepare for the harvest immediately and arrange people. The harvest will begin today. I'll go to the rice field and preside over the harvest later."

"Promise."

After Li Heng left, Li Qieyou turned and looked at Li Er and others: "uncle, just now, Murakami came to tell my nephew that the 300 mu rice field is ripe and ready to harvest today. But I don't know if my uncle is interested in seeing how my nephew's rice field harvest is?"

Seeing that he mentioned going to the rice field again, Li Er couldn't help shaking his head: "hehe, Ziyou are really stubborn. Do you have to let me see your rice field? Well, there's nothing to do today. Your families might as well go with me to see the harvest of Ziyou's rice field this year."

"Ha ha, since your majesty is interested, you should naturally go and have a look. The minister is also very curious. Ziyou is worried about the yield per mu of the randomly sown rice field." Fang Xuanling nodded.

Li Er spoke. Naturally, they had no opinion. They changed their clothes under the service of their maid, and the party rode to the rice field