Spring and Autumn I Am King

The rural road twists and turns, winding in the fields, walking about a hundred steps, and suddenly the eyes are open, a village with a wall outside is close at hand. 【...】

As soon as he saw this, Zhao Wuxi felt that this was a place that a hermit would like.

This place is called Pushang, and there is a small river with the same name as Pushui, called Puxi. Because it is located in the hinterland of Le's family and is isolated by a hill, it has not been affected by the war outside. Puxi is gurgling, and the bottom can be seen clearly. On the bank of the stream, the willows that have lost their leaves, walk in from the blood and fire of the battlefield, as if to a quiet peach blossom in a chaotic world.

Lilu was surrounded by a solid rammed earth wall, and within the wall there were clan-organized village soldiers watching vigilantly at the people who came.

The village elders diligently led the way, and kept talking about the gratitude of the villagers to the lady of the Le family for sending people into the countryside to extend medical treatment. Le Qi's legacy is still there, and he has his sister to help him, so he has not been disgraced by the prodigal son, but Zhao Wuxi can easily take this people's heart...

I heard that they came to look for Ji Ran, and the middle elder scratched his head and said he didn't know, but when it came to Xin Wenzi, no one knew it, no one knew it.

"He's here to find Mr. Xin!" The village elder patted his head and continued to lead the way with a smile.

...

Different from other chaotic lilu that Zhao Wuxi had seen, the farmhouses in Pushang were planned in an orderly manner: the houses were arranged on both sides of the road, and, like the houses in Yizhong, most of them had courtyard walls, and the courtyards were not. There are many mulberry and pear trees in the middle, which are mixed with different heights. When the mulberry leaves have fallen and the pears are ripening, when you look around, you can see the large and small pineapples hanging on the branches. The fragrance of pears mixed in the cool wind is refreshing.

In addition, there are many jujube trees, chestnut trees, and apricot trees in the open spaces on both sides of the streams, forming a forest and a lot of women picking up the fruit.

In the north, there are pears, dates, chestnuts, and apricots, and in the south, citrus is the main fruit of the Chinese people in the pre-Qin era. It is also a commodity that is often sold in stores. Zheng Guo is famous for chestnuts, Beiyan is famous for jujubes, and mulberry and hemp are good things for weaving to get rich.

The villagers in Pushang are not as pale and skinny as the rest of the villages. His face was full of sorrow, but his face was flushed with a happy smile. After all, the war had not yet swept away. Under the mulberry and pear trees, there may be old people squinting and warming themselves in the sun. Or there are five or six boys playing and playing, and some people’s courtyards can’t wear loud shouts from time to time, but the villagers are gathering to play, and most of them are copper coins minted by the Song Dynasty…

When they saw Zhao Wuxi, they all looked over with curious eyes and bowed slightly at the same time.

It is curiosity, not dull numbness, that is the difference between those who are well-fed and those who work all day. It is to know the propriety, not to worship in fear, which is the difference between the educated and the uneducated.

this small town. not simple.

So Zhao Wuxi praised: "This Pu Shang is rich, and the people are quite aware of etiquette. It is one of the best in the territory of the Le family, and in Xilu under my control, there are very few towns that can do this."

The village elder who led the way recounted the past with some contentment: "The nobles do not know, ten years ago, Pushang was still the poorest township in Kuiqiu..."

Zhao Wuxi's new captain of the bodyguard, Qi Wan, was surprised and asked in Song dialect, "Then why are you so rich now?"

The village elder bowed his hands respectfully towards the west: "It's not thanks to Mr. Xin's advice!"

The west side, probably where Ji Ran lived in seclusion, arrived here. Zhao Wuxi was no longer in a hurry, he smiled in the car: "I hope the elder will talk about it in detail..."

...

"Mr. Xin traveled in the Song Dynasty and stayed here for three months. After getting acquainted with us, he informed us. Planting crops in spring, growing crops in summer, harvesting food in autumn, and storing food in winter are the four seasons. His plan is to plant grains. You can eat enough."

Zhao Wuxi knew it, but Ji Ran did it on a whim? Or use it as a testing ground for his economic theory? He made a set of economic plans, first encouraging the people of Pushang Township to concentrate on farming and weaving, so that the fields could be reclaimed, the granaries were filled with grain, and the people's food and clothing were initially guaranteed. In this regard, as long as God saves face, there is no famine, the lord is kind, and there is no random showdown on taxes and labor, ordinary officials can do it.

But then, Ji Ran asked people to plant some cash crops according to local conditions, such as mulberry, chestnut, pear, apricot, peach, etc., according to the prices of Daiyi, Shangqiu, and Taoqiu.

Humans are lazy and dislike work. When their survival is guaranteed, they become lazy. The villagers are unwilling to dig ditches all year round and work all day long.

"Now that I want to go back, we are really short-sighted like a big mouse. Mr. Xin told us that the moon is a cycle every twelve years. When the cycle is cycled, things on earth will change accordingly. The moon is close to Venus. In the three years close to Mercury, the earth will encounter floods; in the three years close to Jupiter, the earth will have a flat harvest; in the three years close to Mars, the earth will encounter droughts. Therefore, what can help us survive disasters is adequate preparation. When we encounter good harvests and years, we must make good use of them, don’t waste time, and be prepared for future difficulties…”

Whether this theory is accurate or not is unclear to Zhao Wuxi, but the age of each year is different, the climate is different, sometimes the harvest is sometimes famine, and it is a natural law. Eat by the sky. Zhao Wuxi's top economic official, Jiqiao, was good at arithmetic, but weaker than macro-planning, and it was difficult to have such a well-prepared insight.

"That's why Mr. Xin told us that now because of the kindness of the old master, the people have nothing to do when the farming is busy. This is a waste of manpower and material resources. The harvest year is still good, and in the disaster year, we will regret it."

The village elder sighed: "Sure enough, the second year just started spring, and the weather was severe, and we regretted it..."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and there was sadness in the elder's eyes. He suffered a disaster that year, something must have happened that people couldn't bear to mention.

"This is Haotian's warning. After that, we will do everything according to what Mr. Xin said..."

So there is such a thriving scene in Pushang?

What shocked Zhao Wuxi was that three and a half years ago, when he was still in Jin State, when wheat flour and flour food became popular around Xinjiang, Ji Ran suddenly asked the elders of Pushang to call on the people to use half of their land. Plant spring and winter wheat. When Zhao Wuxi came to Song Kingdom and used the Sichengle Company to promote powdered food, he hoarded wheat and raised the price, and Pu Shang, who was full of wheat, made a fortune...

The news of this plan is too quick!

"After getting richer in the past few years, Mr. Xin began to persuade us to keep our past simplicity. Let our children practice the education of the three benevolences of Yin and Shang. When a boy asked stupidly why he didn't say it before, the master smiled and said, Cang Cang. Knowing etiquette when you have enough endowment, knowing honor and disgrace when you have enough food and clothing..."

Zhao Wuxi shook slightly. This is what he used to wash Zigong's brain. It is said that Guan Zhong said it. Unexpectedly, Ji Ran is also an advocate of Guan Zi's study?

"We also asked Mr. Xin why he knew so much, but he just said something that the old man couldn't understand. If you know how to fight, you will be repaired, and if you use it in time, you will know things. The shape of the two can be seen. Therefore, drought can fund boats, water can fund cars, and the principle of things is also…”

Zhao Wuxi pondered for a moment and then said, "Mr. Xin, you are a great talent..."

He looked all the way, and Pu Shang was quite close to his ideal village.

Ji Ran was successful in ruling Pushang Xiaoxiang, but what if it was a city? What about the House of Rulers? What about ruling the country of thousands of vehicles? Rule the world! ?

Zhao Wuxi couldn't help but be moved, although he also started from Zhicheng Township. But in fact, I don't know how many plug-ins for later generations have been opened, and many things are just a **** and a hammer, which cannot be planned systematically, and people like Ji Ran are needed!

He decided to recruit Ji Ran.

Although Le Lingzi said that Ji Ran would rather roam the four seas than hear about the princes. But Ji Ran, is such a person who wants to make the place of seclusion rich, such a person who knows the news thousands of miles away, and even the price of goods, is he really a hermit who has let go of his utilitarian heart?

Thinking about Zhao Wuxi, Goujian can make Ji Ran offer advice. Why can't you yourself? If the above methods still don't work, the big deal is to use the spirit of later Liu Bei's three visits to the cottage, and I don't believe that the hermits of this era can withstand this!

At this moment, the village elder stopped. Respectfully bowed down to a grass hut opposite Puxi, and said falsely, "Your Excellency, Mr. Xin's residence is here!"

...

The stream is clear and shallow, with a stone bridge on it, and the open space opposite the bridge is where Ji Ran lives in seclusion.

"Mr. Xin doesn't like to stay in one place for too long, and he often travels around Haize. He even goes abroad, and he doesn't often go out after returning, so we don't know whether he is here or not..."

Regardless of Ji Ran's presence or absence, Zhao Wuxi still solemnly straightened his clothes in the car, and then asked everyone to wait here. see you.

After crossing the bridge, there is a small road sandwiched by mulberry forests. Most of the mulberry leaves on both sides are yellow. When the autumn wind blows, there are sometimes falling leaves, which accumulate on the ground, and the footsteps are soft and rustling.

Holding the lamb as a gift, Zhao Wuxi couldn't help thinking of the scene when he first visited Zhang Mengtan. The feelings of a teenager three years ago, when they met each other and hated it late, now they are considered to be the ruler and the minister, coordinating the territory for him, giving advice...

Although Zigong is also good, he is good at trade and debate, and his overall planning is slightly inferior, and his background in Confucianism is too deep, and he is too deeply influenced by Confucius...

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As he got closer and closer to the yard, Zhao Wuxi realized that there are no walls or doors here, but in the neatly planned vegetable garden, there are three simple houses surrounded by a character...

In the middle of the character is a tall pear tree.

This pear tree is extremely high, a lot higher than the three roofs, the trunk is thick, and the bottom is covered with dry yellow moss. The canopy of the tree covers the entire courtyard like a big umbrella on the chariot of the princes, and the large and small yellow and rough pears hang heavily on the branches, so that the trunk seems to be bent.

According to the elder in the village, all the pear trees in the village were planted from the pears on this tree. Ten years have passed, and ten years have passed, and the children and grandchildren of the old pear tree have blossomed all over the town, and Ji Ran's ideas and virtues have also spread here. However, his fame is cultivated in the deep mountains, and no one can recognize him. He has to go to the country of Yue thousands of miles away to find the "Ming Lord"? Isn't this the loneliness of a hermit?

Smelling the delicate fragrance of pears, Zhao Wuxi and the others walked even closer. There was indeed no one outside the house. He was about to step forward with a smile to ask questions in person, but he was stunned to find that there was a person squatting on the big pear tree! (To be continued.)

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