Dress to be a celebrity

Huan Ling had indeed lost a lot of weight after returning from this long trip, but fortunately, he had enough food and clothing, and exercised riding horses every day, so his body was stronger than before.Uncle Song pulled him into the inner room, checked him up and down by the candlelight, and saw that he did not have a scar or missing a piece of flesh, so he was relieved, and he pinched his face, sighing Said: "I didn't get hurt but I lost a lot of weight, and I lost all my flesh."

Huan Ling turned his face sideways, broke away from his fingers, and bit his wrist.

hiss--

Why does this child have the habit of biting people!

He clenched his fist hard, trying to use his muscles to break Huan Ling's teeth, but unfortunately, the muscles created by labor did not have the effect of martial arts movies at all. A light lick on the vein.

The blood vessels in the portal vein contracted as if frightened by the warm touch, squeezing the blood back to the heart.The rushing blood flow seemed to be pouring into his brain, and the sound of his heartbeat slammed loudly, throbbing in his ears, suppressing his gradually rapid breathing.

People who have been single for too long can't resist being teased.

Without thinking, he lowered his head to kiss Huan Ling, from his forehead to the corner of his eyes, trying to pull his lips and teeth back from his wrist.Huan Ling deliberately hung him up, reached out to lift his chin, and gently held his fragile throat: "Brother Wei has been running around with His Highness these days, and he can't even eat the food he likes, isn't it because he's hungry and thin? Shi Guaner is considerate to your third brother, let me have a good meal."

The fiery breath hit Song Shi's jugular artery, and his teeth were slightly sunk into the flesh, giving him the illusion of being preyed by a ferocious beast. The muscles all over his body tensed involuntarily, and his mind went blank.After a while, he recovered from the tense and dangerous stimulation, and gave a low "hmm".

The candle wick has not been cut for a long time, and it makes a soft sound of peeling and peeling, the silk cloth slides in a trivial way, and the hollowed-out jade belt buckle falls to the ground with the belt, making a light ding-dong sound.Song Shi grabbed his newly made red robes before he left Hanzhong. His collar was ripped apart and his shoulders were wrinkled. He closed his eyes and gasped softly: "Get up, let Uncle Song hold you for a while..."

Huan Ling bit the lace of his inner shirt, pulled it apart little by little, and said with a low smile, "Uncle is not breathing well right now, I'm afraid he won't be able to hug me, so I'll hug Uncle."

It was rare for him to call Song Shi "Uncle" in such a coordinated way, and Song Shi was in a good mood, as if in the clouds, his heart was full of love and affection, and he felt that it would not be a problem to ask him to bite him a few times.

Cough, even if you don't let me, I will bite what should be bitten.

The angels have gone to the inn tonight, and no one in the Prince Zhou's mansion will bother them. Tomorrow is the first day of the Lantern Festival, and they don't need to do any official business. They only go out to watch the lanterns at night. They still have a long time to kill.

Song Shi tremblingly sucked in his breath, raised his waist and leaned towards Huan Ling.

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Lantern Festival, harmonious weather.

When they got up again, it was already past noon, and the clear sunlight shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting slender shadows on the gauze curtains.When Song Shi opened his eyes, he caused the slender light belt to shake for a while, and turned his head so that he met Huan Ling's sleeping face.

He has been away for half a year, exhausting his mind and mind, and worrying about the safety of King Zhou. I am afraid that in the past few months, except for the few days in Beijing, it is rare for him to sleep peacefully.In addition, last night...he also contributed more, no wonder he still didn't wake up at this time.

Song Shi couldn't bear to wake him up, so he hugged the quilt and sat up by himself, watching the bars of light shine on his face, which made his face more and more distinct, making his face look thinner.

He wished he could keep Huan Ling and not allow him to go out again, but he knew clearly that he might go to Gansu and Ningxia with King Zhou to inspect Gansu and Ningxia in a few days. Give him some food to nourish his body.

Forget it, where can a person not work overtime.

Remember that his small private travel agency worked overtime collectively from top to bottom, and had to get up to solve a complaint call in the middle of the night?Although Huan Ling didn't pay travel expenses for this business trip, what he did was a major event for Wei Guo's peace of mind. In the future, he may accumulate meritorious service and be promoted. It is actually a good thing for young people, so there is no need to worry about the temporary hardship.

Song Shi was actually called "Uncle" by him a few times last night, and he developed a love of elders. He reached out to help him lift the quilt, covered his neck and touched his own marks on his chest, and then crawled slowly. Towards the end of the bed, past him and out of bed.

While sitting by the bed changing clothes, someone suddenly grabbed the cuffs, and Huan Ling's voice came from behind, with the deep and hazy characteristic of half-awake, he called "Shiguaner" in a low voice.

Heh, the elders are separated, it's not the time to call him uncle last night.

Song Shi pulled his hand away coldly, and taught him a lesson: "Lie down for a while, you still want to toss, don't you think the past few months are not busy enough, are you tired? I'll go to the kitchen to see if there is any food, wait You got up just in time to eat."

Huan Ling held onto his hand instead, curled up and stuck to his back, wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed lightly on his lower abdomen, and asked with a smile: "How is my health? Try it clearly? I think it’s almost past noon? I’ve been asleep for half a day, so there’s nothing to be tired about.”

You can't even touch a man's waist!

Song Shi suddenly tightened his lower abdomen, leaned back, grabbed his groping hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't do it!"

The waist is about to break!

There is no traction device or massager in this place, and the lumbar muscles are really strained. How can he work and work overtime at a young age?

"Don't move." Huan Ling's deep voice almost overlapped with his, and it rang in his ears, and the other hand rubbed the back of his waist: "I'm afraid I hurt a muscle last night, I'll rub it for you Just open it."

He fished Song Shi back into the bed, put his hands around his waist and massaged him gently, and comforted him: "We have to go out to meet people at night, so I naturally know the seriousness, so I won't tire you anymore."

Song Shi told him to press it a little more comfortably, and slowly stretched out his stiff muscles, put his neck on his shoulders, and stuck it in his arms like boneless, and sighed comfortably: "...then rub your legs too. Knead it, the thigh meat is also a bit sour."

Massage can really relieve fatigue. When Song Shi got out of bed again, he no longer felt so sore in his waist and legs. He put on new clothes and covered the faintly exposed red spots on his neck with a flesh-colored sweat powder made of cinnabar and hu powder. It is a vigorous and resolute magistrate.

Huan Ling also changed his clothes, got up and looked at the back of his neck, and saw that there were still some marks, so he took the prepared powder ointment and applied it twice for him, then handed it back and asked him to apply it for himself.Song Shi felt that the color was a little worse than the color, and it would be better not to wipe it off, so he simply threw away the sweat powder and asked him to wait in the room, and went back to the government office to find a snow-white turtleneck sweater. He brought a box of meals in his kitchen.

Dazheng used to wear silk, cotton and linen clothes, and only the double-breasted jacket had a collar. There was no such kind of clothes that tightly wrapped the neck.Although this stand-up collar shirt was made for Huan Ling's figure, he felt a bit uncomfortable when he put it on, so he pulled the collar and said, "It's really warm, but I'm not used to it at first. Why don't you change it too?" A piece, better than powdering on the neck to block it?"

Song Shi touched his neck, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, we both changed into high collars after just one night, and people will know something is wrong when they see it. Why don't I show it openly like I do, and others will look at me like nothing else?" , so I won’t guess about you.”

Not bad, still so thorough.When others see him wearing this clothes, they will only envy him for having new clothes, so naturally they can't guess why they wear this clothes.

Huan Ling knew that Song Shi was a person who wanted face, so he naturally answered according to his wishes, never mentioning that the story of the number one scholar of Song Dynasty chasing his lover for thousands of miles was being sung all over the capital, and the King of Zhou had secretly treated him as a relative.

He turned his head away and smiled quietly, went to the anteroom to fetch water to wash, and came back to eat some snacks with Song Shi and study the new course together.

These angels came to Hanzhong to learn about farming, and they didn't need to teach the theory of reason and energy, knowledge and action. They started directly from how to grow rice, how to distinguish phosphate rock, and how to make fertilizer.According to His Majesty's will, there is no time limit for these students to study abroad. Just as the winter wheat is about to turn green, I will take them to the field to teach how to grow high-yielding wheat.

There are many dry lands in the north, and water conservancy is inconvenient. There are not many places where rice can be grown, and wheat is the main grain production.

However, the yield of wheat per mu is only seven or eight buckets, that is, less than a hundred catties, but the yield per mu of wheat in his era can reach [-] to [-] catties. One thousand eight" is so amazing, but it can reach more than one thousand catties.

They didn't dare to think about the high harvest level. They only calculated that one mu could harvest 370 catties of wheat, plus [-] catties of rice, and one mu of land could harvest [-] catties of grain this year.According to the imperial court's grain tax of [-]% tax, plus miscellaneous levies for silver, the grass and beans imported to the border, etc., can reach up to [-] tax dollars... Even if the [-]% of the farm rent is included, after all the rent is paid off, this The family can still have [-] five catties of grain left.

Two hundred catties of wheat and 170 five catties of rice. According to the current price, the wheat is worth [-] yuan, and the rice is worth [-] yuan. The total is [-] yuan.

In the past, one mu of dry land could only produce eight buckets of wheat, which was only seven or eight renminbi.Changed to two harvests of rice and wheat, after using chemical fertilizers to promote growth, the income can be more than five times higher than the original single crop of wheat!

Using himself as an analogy, he originally made a maximum of 80 yuan for publishing a paper, but now he can earn more than 400 yuan. What kind of leap is this?

If he suddenly received such a large amount of money, he would be so happy that he would immediately buy all the papers on climate change and disaster research in history!

Ordinary people get these money, don't they also want to buy houses and land, buy new clothes and jewelry, eat and wear utensils, prepare for marriage, raise children...

The economy of their Hanzhong Mansion has been revitalized!

The name Hanzhong Economic Park is a good sign, which is a good sign for Hanzhong's economic development!

Song Shi was so pleased with himself that he didn't feel at ease after doing the calculations himself, so he dragged Huan Ling to do the calculations for him.Huan Ling simply took a pen and paper, and according to the number of civilian fields and military settlements in Hanzhong Prefecture, divided the paddy fields and dry land, upper, middle and lower fields, and calculated them in proportion.

Together, it is about 510 stone grains, which is equivalent to more than 20 million yuan in silver, and the grain tax levied can be [-] yuan.

It is four times that of general annual grain requisition.

With such a large sum of money, even Huan Ling couldn't believe himself, so he subconsciously glanced at Song Shi.Song Shi's eyes fell on the number he calculated, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, not knowing where his mind had wandered.

Huan Ling pressed his shoulders, pressed him into his arms, and asked in a low voice as if he didn't dare to disturb him: "Now this wheat field is still an experimental field, and in the second half of the year... will there be as much rice as we calculated?" ?”

can have.

It might not be so tight elsewhere, but he can still arrange for people to catch him under the prefectural city.He harvested all the rice grown in the experimental fields last year as good seeds, and then lent them to farmers in the prefecture to teach them to cultivate according to his method.

It's just that the seeds of this auspicious Jiahe are not enough. As long as the fertilizer is applied at the right time and the water depth is appropriate, it can almost grow to the same level as last year.

Now what they have to worry about is how to build a fair warehouse to buy rice and other agricultural and sideline products produced in the rice fields at a fair price after the farmers have a good harvest, so as to prevent the price of rice from falling in Hanzhong Prefecture and dampen the enthusiasm of farmers.

He was so excited that he unconsciously spoke an official accent. Listening to these fresh words and sentences, Huan Ling saw the smug and self-sufficient smile on his face, and couldn't help laughing along with him, leaning against his cheek and saying: "This is the imperial court. Didn’t you send three members of the household department, Wailang? There are also two ministers. They are all young and handsome, and the economy is important, so why don’t you ask them to help you plan a painting?”

In the future, the small matters of accounting and price stabilization can be entrusted to the students. The two of them still have many major scientific matters to study.