Du Ruhui leaned on the chair, his mental state at this moment was no different from that of ordinary people.
His deep eyes stared at Wang Jian, as if he could see through people's hearts, and then he spoke slowly.
"Wang Jian, although I haven't had much contact with you, your performance has amazed us old guys."
"Brother Xuanling just happened to accept you as his disciple. As his good friend, I will give you a test for him today."
Wang Jian nodded seriously and sat up a little straighter.
This test was asked by Du Ruhui, who was seriously ill. I am afraid it was not as simple as asking a few questions.
"As a member of the army, tell us about the current situation of the people of the Tang Dynasty and what we should do in the future."
This question involves the Ministry of Industry, and Wang Jian has not responded yet. Duan Lun on the side immediately sat up straight.
He is becoming more and more sensitive now. Whenever someone mentions Wang Jian in front of him, he suspects that they are trying to steal someone from him.
Wang Jian thought for a moment and answered slowly.
"If you can see the whole picture from a glance, I will take Longmen County as an example."
"Although the common people have arable land, it is barren, low-grade farmland and wasteland that is difficult to cultivate. , due to the backwardness of farm tools and the lack of able-bodied personnel, it is difficult for the people to farm and the harvest of food is small. "
"And since the disaster years, the officials and gentry families have used various means to acquire the people's fields at low prices. Now. Many common people became their tenant farmers. ”
“Tenant farmers have to pay not only taxes to the court, but also land rents. This is a vicious cycle, where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. ” < /p>
After hearing Wang Jian’s analysis, there was a deathly silence in the lobby, with everyone burying their heads in deep thought.
Ruling the world relies on civil servants, and Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, and Duan Lun are the core personnel.
While they were thinking, Wang Jian continued.
"What I can currently do to solve the problem of food and clothing for the people is mainly in the following three aspects."
"First, cultivate high-yielding grains, in addition to high-yielding sweet potatoes, such as rice and wheat and other crops, we must also cultivate high-yielding seeds.”
“Second, innovate farm tools to make it easier for the elderly and infirm people to open up wasteland.”
“Third, improve planting methods. , Increase grain yield per mu.”
This is what Wang Jian can do within the scope of his authority and ability.
As for the issue of farmers' farmland and major measures such as allowing sergeants to return to their hometowns to work in farming, they are not what Wang Jian is currently considering.
Wang Jian seems to be answering two questions, but in fact they are closely related.
"There has never been a good solution to the farm problem from ancient times to the present. A single move affects the whole body!" Du Ruhui said with emotion.
The largest landowners in the Tang Dynasty are aristocratic families and a group of meritorious people. If they want to reform, they will definitely shake the foundation.
ButWhenever they dare to mention it to the court, they will encounter great opposition from civil and military officials and aristocratic families.
If there is no way to get the best of both worlds, the reform of farmland cannot be brought up to the court at all.
"Wang Jian, the three measures you proposed are not simple except that high-yielding sweet potatoes are readily available. Are you sure about them?" Du Ruhui looked at Wang Jian expectantly.
Innovation is easier said than done. Without hundreds of years of iteration, it would be too difficult to achieve great improvements.
"Uncle Du, my nephew is 90% sure." Wang cut the bamboo in his chest.
For high-yielding rice seeds, it can be solved by sending people to South Vietnam and other places to find improved seeds, and then going to the Jiangnan area to cultivate them.
The innovation of farm tools is not a problem, just make the curved shaft plow.
Improving planting methods is a little more troublesome. Different crops have different requirements and require long-term experiments.
"The thinking is clear and methodical. I believe you can do a good job." Du Ruhui stroked his beard and nodded, his face full of appreciation.
Then he turned to look at Duan Lun and said jokingly.
"Duan Lun, you have to keep an eye on Wang Jian. If he is wronged in the Ministry of Industry, Brother Xuanling and I will transfer him to Shangshu Province."
"Right Don't worry, Pushe, no one can bully my top talent in the Ministry of Industry." Duan Lun stood up quickly and patted his chest to assure him.
Next, Du Ruhui asked Wang Jian a few more questions.
The ministers present saw Wang Jian's clear and logical answer and praised him repeatedly.
"Not bad, not bad!"
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"I thought Wang Jian was only good at poetry and investigating things, but I didn't expect that he was also quite accomplished in domestic affairs."
"What a great responsibility!"
Even Wei Zheng, who seldom praised others, couldn't help but praise Wang Jian.
In their eyes, Wang Jian is Fang Xuanling who is decades younger.
"Brother Xuanling, do you mind if I take Wang Jian as a disciple?" Kong Yingda joked.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Shinan, Wei Zheng and others looked at him with disdain.
This old boy is becoming more and more shameless.
"Brother Yingda, if my disciple is willing, that's fine." Fang Xuanling stroked his beard and smiled.
They chatted for most of an hour, and Sister Hua and the others also prepared the dinner.
"Dad, uncles, the dinner is ready, please move to the side hall." Fang Yiai knocked on the door and came in, saluting the elders respectfully.
This guy's behavior in front of his elders is not as muddy as he is outside, and he is more likable.
"Brothers, you are in for a treat today. My apprentice is cooking a dish, and his skills are not low." Fang Xuanling stood up and invited everyone to eat.
A group of ministers and generalsThey followed him suspiciously, and after smelling the tempting aroma on the table, they couldn't wait to sit down and eat.
After they took the first bite of food, their eyes widened.
"Oh my god, the food can be so delicious!"
"The color, aroma and taste are all good, which whets your appetite!"
A group of civil servants put down their hands His normally polite manner swept away the delicacies on the table.
Even Du Ruhui, who had a bad appetite recently, ate a lot.
"Wang Jian, your talent should be used in the right way. Cooking is always a small way!" Wei Zheng did not stop using his chopsticks and continued to talk to Wang Jian.
People’s energy is limited, and if they can do one or two things well, it’s already great.
Wang Jian shook his head and said with a smile, "Uncle Wei, cooking is not a trivial matter."
"People first fill their stomachs, and the next level is to satisfy their appetites. "Delicious food is not just a satiating substance, it is the simplest and most direct spiritual food that can make people feel happy."
Listen. Following Wang Jian's words, Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan and others nodded in approval.
"I agree with this. I feel much better after eating delicious food." Kong Yingda said with a smile while holding a piece of mutton.
"Brother Yingda is right, it's just like me feeling when I read a good article." After Yu Shinan finished speaking, he looked in the direction of Wang Jian, "It's a pity that Wang Jian's poetry and prose are unparalleled. It's a bit ugly."
"Yes, the copybook I gave to Brother Xuanling is definitely not written by Wang Jian. His handwriting is worse than that of a child," Kong Yingda said jokingly.
On the day of the poetry meeting, he encountered Wang Jian's poems four times in a row, and he felt regretful while grading them.
Such a good poem, if the handwriting is more beautiful, can be treasured as a calligraphy treasure passed down from generation to generation.
"Wang Jian, why don't you also become my teacher and I'll teach you how to write." Kong Yingda poached again.
Fang Xuanling put a mutton chop into Kong Yingda's bowl and said angrily, "Brother Yingda, eat more food. I will teach my disciples myself."
< p> "Haha." Everyone laughed happily.These important ministers usually have heavy tasks, and they all have serious expressions. It has been a long time since they have been so relaxed.
"Ahem... vomit."
Du Ruhui coughed twice and suddenly vomited out everything he had eaten.
"Keming!"
Fang Xuanling and others gathered around him.
After about ten breaths, Du Ruhui calmed down.
"Brothers, don't worry, it won't be a problem if you are old." Du Ruhui waved his hands and said nonchalantly.
But his pale face looked extremely scary.