Ji Wushuang's identity was not Zhuangzi's servant, but an invited teacher.

Now Zhao Lang deliberately gave a saint the identity, and it was not a temporary move.

As the head of the farm family now, he naturally has to make good use of this status.

The number of people in the farm family is actually the largest among all the scholars.

But it was scattered inside, but Zhao Lang knew the power of these people.

A large part of the reason why the Qin Dynasty fell after two generations was that it neglected the farmers of the world.

And Zhao Lang raised the flag of the Saint, which is a symbol that can unite ordinary people.

Of course, whether these arrangements can be effective depends on subsequent developments.

Ji Wushuang took Zhao Lang directly to the outside of Zhuangzi. Although Zhao Lang was a little confused, he didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, they came to the field closest to Zhuangzi.

At this time, Uncle Fu was squatting on the field ridge with the farm guards Xu Yue, Mr. Huang, and an old man he had recovered earlier.

As soon as Zhao Lang got closer, he heard the old man happily saying,

"Ah Fu, the land in your village is pretty good. We will definitely have a good harvest this year."

"You take good care of me."

Zhao Lang thought about who Ah Fu was at first, but soon realized that he was calling Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu was also a man of his word in Zhuangzi, but in front of this old man, he smiled like a child and returned,

"Thank you, Mr. Tian, ​​for the compliment."

Mr. Tian stood up at this time, looked at the large land in front of him, and said,

"However, some fields need to rest and recuperate. Don't wait until the soil is exhausted and the fertile fields turn into waste fields."

Fu Bo immediately responded,

"Okay, I will follow your instructions and stop farming some land this year to recuperate the soil."

At this time, Zhao Lang couldn't sit still. The world was in chaos and he had to accumulate all his strength.

And now these lands are far from exhausted.

So he said,

"Uncle Fu, we can't stop farming."

Hearing the sound, several people immediately turned around and saw that it was Zhao Lang. Uncle Fu quickly said,

"Sir, this is the most famous farmer in Xianyang City, Mr. Tian."

"You were just telling me how to recuperate the soil and make the fields more fertile in the future."

Zhao Lang knew that Uncle Fu was afraid that he would offend Mr. Tian, ​​but the current situation did not allow him to cultivate slowly.

"Uncle Fu, in fact, these lands can be cultivated. If you are worried about soil fertility, we can just fertilize them."

Seeing Zhao Lang's rebuttal, Xu Yue and others also looked over.

Although Zhao Lang is the head of the farm family, they all know how does Zhao Lang know about farming?

Just when Uncle Fu was about to say something, Mr. Tian on the side didn't think he was dissatisfied and said with a smile,

"Well, it is indeed possible to fertilize, but this grass fertilizer has limited fertility after all."

"Only fallow cultivation is the best way."

Plant fertilizer?

Zhao Lang thought for a moment and realized that Da Qin's current fertilization method was to burn dead vegetation into ash and then sprinkle it on the land.

This is considered fertilization.

Just as he was about to refute, two choices appeared in front of him:

"One: Choose to agree and be rewarded with thousands of acres of fertile land."

"Two: Choose to refute and reward Huang Daopo's weaving skills."

Seeing these two choices, Zhao Lang's eyes suddenly lit up.

The first choice is of course a huge fortune, but compared with the second choice, it seems a bit weak.

Huang Daopo's weaving technique is a real technology!

So he said without hesitation,

"Of course we can't use grass fertilizers, but we can use animal and human excrement as fertilizer."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of other people suddenly changed slightly.

Ji Wushuang's face turned pale. She didn't understand why Zhao Lang said such dirty things.

If you use these things to fertilize and then eat food grown from these dirty things, wouldn't it be...

vomit...

Only Mr. Tian still said with a smile,

"Yes, humans and animals are the spirits of heaven and earth. Even waste materials have some spiritual energy."

"And I also found that where cattle and horses gather, the vegetation will be more prosperous."

"But I have already tried using those waste materials to water grain, but the seedlings that grew out were often withered and yellow."

"The food is even more difficult to swallow."

Hearing this, Ji Wushuang was dumbfounded. She didn't expect Mr. Tian to actually do it himself.

Zhao Lang frowned, that shouldn't be the case.

He grew up in a rural area in his previous life and used fertilizer himself.

Those fruits and vegetables are growing so vigorously, how could they be useless?

When Mr. Tian saw Zhao Lang frowning, he thought he knew he was wrong. Instead of attacking him, he comforted him generously,

"It's good for young people to have ideas. As the head of a farm family, you will naturally know when you slowly start studying in the future."

Zhao Lang still shook his head and said,

"No, it must be useful. I want to try it myself."

Seeing how stubborn Zhao Lang was, Mr. Tian was not impatient at all. Instead, he smiled and said,

"Okay, okay, people, you just have to have this kind of energy."

"Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs and came up with the same results."

"Since you want to try it yourself, why don't we set aside a small field and give it a try."

Zhao Lang glanced at the other party in surprise. This Mr. Tian was indeed quite capable. He even understood the concept of experimental fields.

Sure enough, one cannot underestimate the ancients.

Zhao Lang immediately nodded in agreement.

At this time, Mr. Tian said to the others,

"Which of you has something in your stomach right now?"

Ji Wushuang immediately blushed and stepped aside.

Xu Yue and Fu Bo were speechless.

Only Mr. Huang, who had been silent before, said solemnly at this time,

"Tian Lao, disciple, you can."

After saying that, he walked towards the field beside him.

Zhao Lang was dumbfounded and quickly stopped him.

"Wait! Mr. Tian, ​​what are you doing?"

Mr. Tian returned with a smile,

"Don't worry, in the eyes of farmers, these are all for farmers' knowledge."

"Personal honor or disgrace doesn't matter."

Zhao Lang was stunned. He finally understood what personal honor and disgrace were.

If you use fresh fertilizer as fertilizer, it’s no wonder the crops don’t get sick!

"Tian Lao, you can't use fresh fertilizer! It needs to be retting."

A trace of doubt appeared on Mr. Tian's face and he said,

"What is retting."

So Zhao Lang told him about retting, composting, etc. one by one.
To be continued...