After a refreshing work, Zhou Huaian put down his tools with some unsatisfactory feeling; touched the sweat stains on his forehead. Looking at the ditch that was dug into a straight line by himself, it is undoubtedly a very pleasant thing for potential patients with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Especially compared with this winter wheat field, other people nearby have bumpy pits, varying depths, twisted and staggered, and staggered work progress, which is even more comfortable.

After all, the subordinates who came out to work with him were old and young, but there are still a few people like Lu Guimeng who have really had specific experience in the fields. It is good to be able to follow him to do this level.

Therefore, this specially divided standard experimental field and winter wheat demonstration area was actually taken care of by teachers and students of the Agricultural College. At this time, Lu Guimeng, who was wearing a long scarf around her neck like an old farmer, walked over and whispered:

"The Grand Governor is really good at it. He just used the place a little and dug the ridge too deep, which is somewhat unfavorable to soil-covering and seedling emergence."

"What Mr. Lu mentioned is that I will ask someone to fill it in again when I look back."

Looking at his sincere expression, Zhou Huaian couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Well, there is indeed a gap between practice and plan.

He was dressed in a travel outfit and wearing two small white hair red medicines. He also came forward and handed over the sweat towel, and brought a bowl of honey tea with appropriate temperature, which made Zhou Huaian feel relieved.

Hong Yao'er's delicate little face was blown red by the cold wind, and then she was covered in Zhou Huaian's arms. She was always delicate and sensitive, and seemed to enjoy this silent care and a moment of warmth.

In the hands of the little white-haired amber and jade, there were also a large basket, which were given by the women, children and children in the village. Some small handmade things made of straw and bamboo were carefully stored and stored like treasures.

When Zhou Huaian stopped to signal for a rest, the others gathered together and packed up their tools with relief. In the wind and rain shed on the ridges of the fields, they sat upright and rubbed their wrists, poked their arms and legs, slapped their waists, and started to use the refreshments prepared in advance.

There are even a few more prominent bald people mixed in it. For example, the missionary officer Shang Yan, the calligraphy and painting professor Guan Xiu, the consultant Xu Zhong, the first Yi Xin, the Buddhist Academy, and a group of Buddhists who are now serving in the Grand Governor's Office, also sat in a group under a shed.

"This Grand Governor is really a person who is consistent in his words and deeds. It reminds me of the time I made a living in my early years. It seems that this Grand Governor has also repeatedly mentioned the feelings of death and the sufferings of the people."

Shang Yan, the missionary officer who rubbed the marks on his shoulders, said with a wry smile.

His family surname was Xue, his courtesy name was Maosheng, and his hometown was from Fenzhou. He was originally from a family of a family of Gengju, but because he saw through the darkness and difficulties of the world and felt that his ambition was difficult to achieve, he became a monk in Jingmen and escaped from the world in his prime. However, he never thought that since the Taiping Army came to Jinghu, he would be born again to do things for the people.

In fact, now under the rule of the Taiping Army, except for some really remote mountains and forests, there is no place to truly escape the noisy and bustle of cultivation; most monks and others can no longer be able to escape the world safely, and are forced to come out or unwillingly to take on their various things.

Then Shangyan sighed again:

"It is rumored that the Grand Commander is a man who returns to secular life to save the world, but the disciples really can't think of it or think of it. Which sect's lineage can cultivate such unique talents, as if they are born to know... "

After all, the four monks present basically represent the different origins of the North and South Zen Buddhism, Pure Land Buddhism, and Tiantai Buddhism, which can be considered half of the Buddhist schools in the world.

"Is it important to have a Buddhist connection and origin now?"

The consultant Xu Zhong shook his head.

"As long as the Grand Commander's words and deeds make everyone realize this, he will be a talented choice for my Buddhist sect to have some origins and compassion and to save the world with a sigh of relief... Is it something you and I can also evaluate and criticize."

"Do you know that the greatest good policy under the rule of a great general?"

Yi Xin, the oldest Buddhist Academy, sighed with his white eyebrows.

"I would like to ask the Lord for advice..."

Shang Yan hurriedly bowed.

"It is important to know that the old monk's character has passed through the ridge and has not been heard of again in the land under the Taiping Army for a long time. The evil habit of abandoned babies in the countryside... "

Yixin continued to stretch his snow-white eyebrows and said.

"Your Majesty knows what's going on..."

Shang Yan became more surprised and respectful

"Because the people have been poor since ancient times, and have been born and unable to support them. So they have to abandon the killing of the Tao;"

Yoshinobu explained slowly.

"Now under Taiping, the countryside has gradually accumulated more than it is not afraid of urging, and there is no difficulty in raising it; in addition, it is because the Governor's Office has a special acceptance...."

"Atsushi is actually willing to accept an abandoned baby?"

The only professor of calligraphy and painting who did not speak was surprised, Guan Xiu, who described the ugly.

You should know that all the dynasties have been abandoned or drowned in the miserable human affairs of the people, and the royal family and government officials have repeatedly banned them. Therefore, it is a great blessing that some of them can be abandoned in temples and survived among monks.

Just like Guan Xiu himself comes from the Jiang family in Lanxi, he is like a father and son. He is a "Buddha's previous life" abandoned in the Miao family and survived by chance. After all, Buddhism is not a place that specializes in raising young children. Even if he is sheltered from the abandoned baby, he is likely to die in it. Being able to survive can be called a blessing from the Bodhisattva.

"Of course it is not an abandoned baby but an abandoned child. As long as there are children who are willing to send their children who cannot be raised to the public, they will have their own government to raise them in the future. And they entrusted them to raise children in the name of the soldiers in the army to raise children, and then they will continue their family and surnames. "

Xu Zhong also explained in a voice beside him.

"Isn't this compassionate heart and the courage to act alone enough to make most monks who only avoid the world's pure practice and are powerless in the world, and have all kinds of shame and shame before?"

Guan Xiu suddenly stood up in awe and closed his eyes when he heard this, and chanted the Buddha's name and nodded in praise.

"I have been poor and deeply educated... but I am obsessed with obstacles for a while."

Shangyan also got up with plastic surgery and performed rituals.

In another nearby shed, a group of low-level civil servants gathered.

"On weekdays, everyone always talks about the hardships of people's livelihood and the trap of labor, but now they have a personal experience and experience!"

Shushi Lu Yan looked at the blood bubbles that quickly formed in his red palms. While begging for a needle to pick them out, he couldn't help but sigh.

"We are just following Ju Geng for a while today, and we look like this..."

Another Shushi Han Wei who was rubbing his calves next to him was also quite touched.

"You can imagine that those farmers have been working hard every day, and have been working hard for decades, and have been paying tribute to the court to pay taxes, money and grain, and have to pay tribute to corvee labor, and have to be famined by famines and famines in times of time. It is so painful."

"So, this reflects the grand and uprightness of what the Governor did..."

A voice interface was a special editor and literary consultant of the Grand Governor's Office. Fang Gan, who is known as Mr. Xuanying, also lifted the curtain and walked in and continued.

"Why did the Grand Governor do that once caused the Jing, Lake and Jiangxi to be in full swing, and the same was true for Sao Bian... because what he wanted to do was a great cause like a martial arts world in ancient times."

"Kumtake Doda?..."

Lu Yan and Han Wei couldn't help but look at each other, and immediately remembered the corresponding allusion.

"When Guangwu first decided to the world, he used the method of saving land to calculate the world's rent, taxes, taxes and taxes; however, the officials and the rich surnames in the world are connected and have a common spirit, and are mostly unequal, or are generous and powerful, and they are weak, and the world is full of resentment..."

Fang Gan, whose face was flushed and had not yet subsided, took the initiative to explain the doubts to the other people still in the shed.

"So Guangwu then calmly rectified the administration of the government, sent a entourage to examine the genius, and found out that the traitor was found. He successively punished and killed the Henan Yin Zhang Ji and the county magistrates, and more than dozens of local officials in Qianshishi."

"At that time, the Grand Secretary Ouyang Sheshi taught the "Shangshu" and was a doctor of the eighth generation, and was a Confucian scholar. More than a thousand students also kept the bride and sought mercy, but they were still involved in crimes and were beheaded by Guangwu. So the traitors hanged in a row and had no choice but to be deceived..."

"After that, many county and state major surnames and soldiers competed for chaos. The county magistrates and county magistrates could not stop them and agreed to abandon them. Therefore, Guangwu ordered that those who heard the thieves would be punished and those who would kill one person together would be punished. Then the thieves would be suspicious of being dissuaded."

"There is also the purpose of quelling the chaos in the village and redeeming the old crimes of local officials such as "staying and avoiding, so they are indifferent". Finally, they moved their commanders to other counties, and paid land and received payments, so that they could live in peace. Finally, the world was calm and the law of diversion of land was widely used."

When I talked about this, Fang paused, but his tone became more intense.

"However, now our great governor wants to use step-by-step garrison and the collapse of the Qinghu Zhangtian, to eliminate the interests of the Haoyou, the great surname, the officials and the clerks under his rule, and to replace them with the newly selected people who have been eliminated from the Han people or cultivated themselves in the professional school..."

"Isn't this a major policy that goes further and more thoroughly than Guangwu back then? How could it not make these old places flock to the turmoil... However, the middle-aged people in today's world no longer have the support and confidence that Guangwu used to do in the village."

"Therefore, if you can achieve something by following the progress step by step, and extending it to the world, what a grand and ambitious ambition is this... "

As a well-educated scholar who reads poetry and books, Fang Gan's greatest advantage and expertise is that he can always find powerful and wise people from ancient times from historical records, which is enough to compare the principles and examples of retro thinking about the present.
Chapter completed!