The Regent Just Wants To Farm [Transmigration Book]

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Yan Yunhe claimed to be a magnanimous person, and he got into the car calmly, but underneath his demeanor was a restless heart, and finally opened the car window and said to Chu Jing'an: "Don't send any more posts to Gu."

Chu Jing'an watched Yanyunhe's carriage go away, and it took him a long time to look away. He resumed his usual expression, showing an inhuman indifference.

Soon, rumors of a dispute at the gate of Yanyunhe and Chu Jing'an Palace spread. As a result, everyone was even more sure that the regent was really incompatible with the Chu family.

Yan Yunhe doesn't care if there are rumors again, what he cares about now is the potatoes in the field, and several senior farmer consultants said that the first snow is coming, and in terms of time, it's time to harvest autumn potatoes.

Yan Yunhe tried to dig a bit, and saw that the potatoes were growing well. On this plant, the big ones were as big as the fist of a strong man, and the small ones were the size of duck eggs. They picked up a bunch of them and followed him to make records. Seeing the rain and listening to the wind were dumbfounded.

"This... this taro can really grow. If it is planted in the field, it will not worry about eating in winter." Guan Yu murmured.

Yan Yunhe took note of how many potatoes had grown on this plant, put them into a basket, and planned to take them back home to weigh and measure the size. After listening to Guan Yu's words, he said: "There is still a crop to be planted in spring. Let’s keep the seeds, and everyone will have seeds next year.”

Tingfeng was a little excited, "Everyone knows, why don't you confess to the prince? Could it be that this kind of taro was really given to the prince by Shennong? I have never seen such a big and so many taro before."

Yan Yunhe smiled and said: "There is no such thing as Shennong. This kind of plant is found in other places, and it is not a taro. It is called a potato. It tastes different. You will know after you taste it."

Guan Yu picked up the basket of potatoes as if he was holding a baby, and he said worriedly: "You have to take good care of these potatoes, don't let anyone steal them."

Ting Feng said: "Master Zhao and the others are watching, who dares to steal the prince's things, does it mean that life is too long?"

"It's just that life is too long. Didn't someone sneaking around in the fertilizer factory was caught by Mr. Zhao and the others, and the pencil factory is not quiet." Guan Yuzui said quickly.

Yan Yunhe was startled when he heard that, and asked Guan Yu, "What else is going on?"

Only then did Guan Yu realize that the lord didn't know about this, so he hurriedly tried to make up for it: "I also heard what others said, so I'm not sure if it's true or not, but everyone said that, so there should be such a thing."

Yan Yunhe nodded, and thoughtfully said: "Ask Zhao Qing later, let's go and see how the wheat seedlings are growing."

In the evening, Yan Yunhe summoned Zhao Qing and asked him about this matter. Zhao Qing hurriedly knelt down and apologized: "There is such a thing. Ever since the prince came to Wangzhuang, the guards have adjusted their guarding range to Wangzhuang. , Wang Hu said before that he found a suspicious person, and after he reported it to his subordinates, his subordinates sent a few men to capture that person. There was no result before, so he has not reported to the prince for the time being."

"How did you deal with it after that?" Yan Yunhe called him up and asked again.

Zhao Qing said: "I beat him up, asked his purpose, and handed it over to the government."

Yan Yunhe nodded, "Then what is his purpose? What is his identity?"

"That man is the son of a farm manager in Yangcheng. He heard that we have fertilizer production here, so he wanted to sneak in and work so as to steal the formula.

Unexpectedly, the fertilizer factory would not recruit outsiders, so he sneaked around outside for a few days, thinking of contacting the workers in the factory and buying the formula with a lot of money, but Wang Hu was alert and found him, so he failed. "Zhao Qing told the story.

"It's hard work for you. In the future, you should pay more attention to the pencil factory and the fertilizer factory. If there are not enough guards, they can be transferred from the Jingbei Army in Luocheng." Sometimes Yan Yunhe doesn't cover everything. People are naturally indispensable.

Zhao Qing hurriedly said: "It's time to assign some manpower to each factory. Now the reputation of our side has spread. Although the prince's reputation is there, it is hard to keep people motivated by profit. If the prince allows it, the subordinates will do it."

The security issue is indeed a big issue, Yan Yunhe naturally did not refuse to agree, but he just put forward requirements on the candidates, only accepting those who have family members to be trained, the first requirement is character.

Zhao Qing made a note of the conditions, turned around and went to discuss the matter, and Yanyunhe also organized people to collect the potatoes in the field to save and save the seeds, and plant them again next spring.

When harvesting potatoes, several helper tenant farmers were so excited to see that so many taros grew in this field, they even kowtowed to the Yanyun River, saying that Shennong came to the world.

Yan Yunhe couldn't laugh or cry, and explained to them one by one that these were not taro but potatoes, and he was not Shennong.

It's just a crop they haven't seen before. There are potatoes in other places.

The tenant farmers understood on the surface, and turned around, the prince had the help of gods, and the legend that he grew a taro with the size of a human head spread in Wangzhuang. The tank is filled.

The left and right chiefs asked to see this kind of "taro" one after another, wanting to witness the miracle with their own eyes, and even several bigwigs who had been among the farmers for a long time were very curious about it.

Therefore, Yan Yunhe could only invite everyone to look at the potatoes that had been left for seedlings, and saw the piles of potatoes that were so full.

Although they were a little disappointed that they were not as big as the jar, but when they learned that only [-] potatoes were planted at the beginning, but such a full pile was harvested, everyone regained their excitement.

Several bigwigs were full of ideas on the spot, and the poems came out as soon as they opened their mouths. Yan Yunhe was both emotional and funny when he heard it. He generously offered to entertain everyone with a potato feast. It was explained that they were some small potatoes that were not of sufficient quality and could not be kept for planting, so everyone happily agreed.

The chef of the royal residence brought out his true skills, which he hadn't displayed for a long time, and cooked a big meal, including frying, roasting, cooking, and stewing, which made Yan Yunhe feel that he had really wronged talents.

Potatoes have also left their names here because of their taste and edible value. Poor potatoes have finally got rid of the title of "taro" and have been recognized by the big guys.

When the snow fell, the projects that had been busy stopped for a short time. The tenant farmers finally ushered in the most idle days of the year, and the twelfth lunar month was coming. something.

Putting on the bullock cart, several families sat down crowded together, and staggered into the city. The clothes on their bodies had not been changed for several years, and the patches were piled up several layers. First, they pulled a piece of cloth.

It's the Chinese New Year, and it's time to sweeten your mouth. I bought a small bag of sugar, and the rest of the needles, thread, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea were all scattered and spent a lot. When I went back, although there were big bags and small bags, I spent money. The pain is still painful.

Yan Yunhe saw that the houses of some tenants were quite crumbling in the wind and snow, so he asked Wang Xing to clean up a few vacant rooms, and asked those tenants one by one if they needed to temporarily change houses to avoid the wind and snow.

People who were still worried heard that there was such a good thing, so they packed up their things overnight and moved there. This winter, people should never freeze to death again.

There was also good news from the artisans. Although large pieces of flat glass still could not be produced, at least glass containers could be blown out. Once this news was confirmed, several stewards in Los Angeles could not sit still and went directly to Yanyun. In front of the river, he asked to sell the glass products in the store they were in charge of.

Yan Yunhe was impartial, everyone had a share, after dividing up several glass products, Yan Yunhe let them play by themselves, earning more and less depending on personal ability, several managers are full of confidence, bluntly speaking, they will definitely not Live up to the trust of the prince.

Yan Yunhe has seen those glass products, although the transparency is not interesting, and there are small bubbles inside.

But being able to produce these glass products at such a fast rate in this era is itself superior.

As for Yan Yunhe's own thoughts, he is of course still not satisfied, and to eliminate the air bubbles in the glass, a clarifying agent must be added. Soda ash is the best choice for the current method.

The production of soda ash with thenardite, limestone and coal powder as raw materials is not only simple and easy to operate, but also can effectively reduce costs, and the output can also keep up.

Thinking of going to the experiment, while the rest of the craftsmen were still struggling with the low-temperature steelmaking method, Yan Yunhe brought a few small helpers to start making alkali.

After the raw materials were almost collected, Yanyunhe began the first step of dehydration of Glauber's salt, and then the limestone and coal powder were ground into powder.

Melting again and again, failing again and again, but Yan Yunhe never gave up. Someone has already proved that this direction is correct, so he will persist until the moment of success. The girl started to be as black and ashes as Yan Yunhe again.

Like Yan Yunhe, they never complained too much. They only recorded the process of failure after failure, and analyzed which step went wrong, such as temperature control, mixing timing, amount of ingredients, etc., every detail in these processes It's all about success or failure.

Soda ash is produced in the update system every day. After reading it for a few days, readers finally couldn't help it, and many of them came back to come up with ideas after checking the information.

"Insufficient heat, try some more coal powder and limestone powder, the solid reaction is a bit difficult."

"Is the stirring interval too long? Try it every four to five minutes."

"It feels like it's because of the reverberatory furnace. Is the reverberatory furnace too high?"

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Yan Yunhe read all the messages carefully, checked them one by one, and crossed an unknown number of time and space. People in the two worlds once again communicated without knowing it, and there were only a few witnesses.

In this kind of intense and fulfilling busyness, the New Year is coming soon, and when Qing He reminded Yan Yunhe that it is time to attend the palace banquet, Yan Yunhe suddenly realized that it was the New Year.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Yan Yunhe changed into the python robe that he hadn't worn for a long time, set off from the palace, and arrived at the palace banquet site on time.

This is the most complete time when dignitaries and dignitaries in Beijing arrive, and there are many faces that Yan Yunhe has never seen before. The brocade clothes and costumes are on the side, and the room is full of jewels and jewels, showing the most luxurious side of this era. Food and wine are served in turn. Everyone was smiling.

It really filled the New Year's atmosphere, Yan Yunhe sat on a high place, and could clearly see the expressions of the people below.

No matter how much they beat life and death before, they are all happy as a family now, even Mrs. Zuo Xiang is chatting and laughing with Mrs. Right.

The courtiers said auspicious words to the little emperor and the queen mother, and at the same time greeted Yan Yunhe, Yan Yunhe regarded himself as a decoration, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

The Empress Dowager obviously had the same idea as him, seeing that it was almost done, she called the general to sing and dance, and watched it with everyone.