After a long time of autumn, there are a lot of land outside the east of Wanping City with wheat, sweet potatoes, millet, and scholars can't tell the difference between wheat and leeks, saying that the malts are leeks.

The "Yongchang Gate Ji" in the eastern suburbs of Wanping City is the hometown of Kuang Liuhe. At that time, a scholar was famous in his hometown several miles. Especially the name of "filial son" is praised by others, so there is a mile chief who brought people to deal with it.

The leaders of the village and towns are not doing anything. In autumn, wheat is planted and fertilized. The sweet potatoes are almost harvested. They keep a distance timidly and look at the scholars with awe in awe from time to time, then turn around and lower your head and whisper, pointing and pointing.

The place where Jia Cong and other scholars stepped on was a soil ridge on the edge of a sweet potato field. The distance between the sweet potato vines was several feet from the front, back and left and right. Several scholars looked proud and obviously looked down on the "lowly" labor of the "despicable husband and wife" in front of them. Even Wang Yinglin and others looked down on the labor of farmers.

Qian Lichang, the leader of the village and town, was heartbroken. He was not willing to deal with these scholars, but he did not dare to offend them. He suppressed his unwilling thoughts. Wei Wuzhi on the soil ridge also lost his gentleness in the same year and asked condescendingly: "What are you using when you wait for the farmers to apply fertilization?"

The village chief, A, is also a leader in the village and town. On weekdays, everyone compliments to assist the yamen servants in supervision of the salary, collect taxes, and register household registration. At this time, the money village chief collected the arrogance in the countryside: "Several husbands, the countryside uses firewood, wood, firewood, ash, and various types of manure. It is best to use cow dung for wet soil. For example, this kind of dry soil, sheep dung is the best, and it is scarce at this time..."

Everyone looked carefully and found that there was indeed dirt at the root of the vine, which was granular. However, they didn't want to know the difference between cow dung and sheep dung. They all covered their mouths and retreated, waved the air in front of them in disgust, for fear of blaspheming Swen. Wei Wuzhi held back his vomiting and said disgustedly: "Since it is the use of feces, why didn't you say it earlier? I neglected my students!"

The money is stammering and unable to speak. The boss is angry. Isn’t this you come here in a hurry? Who asked you? Don’t come if you are not clean!

Those scholars squandered their jokes and jokes, and they had a sense of superiority as superior. At this time, they ignored the village chiefs and wrote poems, and made fun of these people.

Jia Cong was so angry that he saw it, his cold eyes flashed in a flash. He was born in the countryside in his previous life. He could not stand the faces of such Confucian scholars, but he restrained himself. He walked to the edge of the soil and said respectfully: "The eldest son of the money, please rest assured, all the fellow villagers, we will never disturb the people. There are also your neighboring filial sons. He is directed to you, otherwise how can he stay in the countryside..."

The money was said so much that the people around him felt much more at ease. Jia Cong did something for Wanping, whether it was participating in river management, or overthrowing Luo Jieshang, or writing prayers. In their opinion, they were all good things, and they also eliminated the barriers and prejudice between them and the noble Jia Cong. Jia Prodigy is a legendary figure. Wenquxing came to earth, and they believed in Jia Prodigy's words.

Qian Lichang observed his expression and said tentatively: "It's easy to talk about it, it's easy to talk about it. Jia Xiaogong has ruined us. I wonder what the couple are doing here?"

Wei Wuzhi saw that Jia Cong was very kind to the villagers. He could not do such an attitude, nor did he want to imitate it. The concept of "everything is inferior, only high school students" was deeply rooted in his heart. However, the vulgar farmer and wife were just a vulgar farmer and wife. He said domineeringly: "Where is this so long-winded! We are doing good deeds for you. I heard that you have few oxen and are not lazy. I would like to ask Jia Prodigy to think of a solution. He will bless you with your spiritual blessing. Wenqu Star descends to earth and you will definitely be able to learn from Zhuge Liang to make wooden oxes and flowing horses. Let's come and open your eyes and look at it. Don't you listen to Jia Prodigy's needs carefully? Wait for the summons?"

It is said that it does not disturb the people, but Wei Wuzhi and his attitude of all the students not only disliked the villagers, but also made Jia Cong secretly angry. Not to mention their superiority, Wei Wuzhi was headed by Jia Cong everywhere. It is obvious that Jia Cong was responsible for anything. His despicable eyes are obvious.

Although the imperial examination is relatively fair and there are all people in the poor families, a large part of them are small landlords with wealthy families, and poor people cannot afford to study at all. Therefore, most of the scholars went out and brought servants, Sun Fu, Long Aotian and others to accompany them.

Touching Sun Fu's back, Jia Conghe said angrily: "I need wheels, four-corner wooden frames, three to six-inch iron rings, wooden frames and iron plows... These items are available in four parts. The money is long, so please call a few townships to buy them in the villages and towns. I will pay all the money, and add one silver to each one as the errand fee."

Silver notes and copper coins are not as at ease as silver. One tael of silver here in Zhili can be exchanged for more than one thousand copper coins. After the poor people have taxed a year, the remaining one taels will be happy. Hearing Jia Cong say that the money looks much better, and several village heroes rush to shout for willingness to go, but the money is still worried: "There is no land left at this time. What do you want to do? Where will you put it when you bring it? The little old man also has difficulties..."

"I see that the land reclamation is being reclaimed in the west. Don't worry, my father-in-law will not trample on the seedlings of the villagers' land." Jia Cong spoke very easily. The money manager hesitated for a while. He thought that it would be beneficial to send this group of people first, so he chose a few townships to go to the villages and towns to buy utensils. They quoted the price, and Jia Cong paid according to the verbal regulations.

After hearing what Jia Cong needed, he didn't know what he kept selling. No matter how good the artifacts were, could they compare to the bull? These Confucian scholars had long lost their excellent traditions of being able to get on the horse in martial arts and writing, all of which were not diligent in the four bodies and were not divided into grains. However, they still knew the simple truth that the power of a cow is better than that of human power. They shook their heads and were not optimistic about Jia Cong's methods.

Wei Wuzhi thought about it and couldn't think of what Jia Cong had. If Jia Cong was embarrassed about this, wouldn't he be angry? If he really had a good idea, he would benefit from it, and he would make a fortune without compromising him. At this moment, his attitude and expression were different from those facing the people, and he was very respectful: "I think the old man from Shanhai has a brilliant plan. Could it be that Lu Ban passed on his skills in his dream?"

"The Buddha said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said, you brothers and sisters will wait and see." Jia Cong went to the wasteland west first, looked at the slope of the land, used his brain, and measured it, and said modestly: "Brother Wei, I believe there are tenants and farmers in your family, and who is the one who depends on food and clothing for Brother Wei?"

Wei Wuzhi didn't know why Jia Cong had this question, so he said naturally: "There are naturally tenants, farmers, and slaves to work hard, but the land was bought by my ancestors. It is natural to pay rent for my land. This group of people do not understand etiquette and morality, do not understand poetry and books, and they can fight for one acre of land and get bloody. If they frame and accusation, why should they respect them!"

Jia Cong changed the topic and said: "Brother Wei said that the people do not understand etiquette and morality, and do not understand poetry and books. So what explanation does Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty and Emperor Gao of our dynasty establish the country as a commoner? You are also from poor families and think that their parents are inferior? The son does not dislike the ugly mother, and the dog does not dislike the poor family. Where is filial piety?"

Wei Wuzhi's expression changed drastically and he did not answer. The scholars were stunned and did not refute.

Wang Yinglin felt ashamed, but admired Jia Cong. Kuang Liuhe was from a civilian family. He nodded: "Zi Li said it well! He said it well!"
Chapter completed!