What really interests Changbai is the almost semi-self-sufficient production chain in Wang Chongzhuangzi.

Nowadays, Baishui Village basically relies on Xiaozhu Village to make a living. There is no shortage of work for the villagers. Poor men who could not get a wife in the past, as long as they are not lazy, are now making arrangements to find matchmakers.

However, in just over a year, Baishui Village has become the richest village in the ten miles and eight townships, and the name of Xiaozhuzhuang has spread throughout Yangzhou.

If it hadn't been for the protection of Sheng Hong, the general magistrate of Yangzhou, he would have been surrounded by people and eaten.

After walking around and looking at the orderly areas, Changbai couldn't help but be a little amazed.

Although it is still in the most primitive stage of handicraft industry, reasonable planning already has the meaning of an assembly line, and the operation seems orderly and fast. Everyone performs their own duties and the cooperation is quite tacit.

"Is this the unique threshing machine in Zihou Village?" Changbai looked at the threshing machine stacked in the corner of the barn in front of him, his eyes full of curiosity.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Yes, this is a threshing machine. The gear drives the rotating shaft to rotate the drum. These "tentacles" on the drum can create an effect similar to beating, causing the grains on the rice ears to fall off. , save a lot of effort.”

After saying this, Wang Zhong asked Changbai to sit on it and experience it. Unfortunately, it was not the busy farming season. Otherwise, Changbai could have experienced the fun of harvesting rice on the spot.

Next to the threshing machine is a windmill, but windmills are not unique to Xiaozhuzhuang. They have appeared many years ago, but their popularity is not particularly high. Moreover, the construction of windmills requires a lot of craftsmanship, and ordinary carpenters may not be able to do it.

Changbai has been studying all year round. Although he has been to Zhuangzi and learned about mulberry farming from Sheng Hong and the farmers in his own village, he has never been exposed to farming in such detail. Only with Wang Zhong, he has Really see things in reality that are not in books.

"This product can only be used for rice?" Changbai asked curiously.

Wang Zhongdao: "It can also be used to remove wheat!"

Changbai suddenly said: "No wonder my father admires this thing so much that he even wrote a special note about it and reported it to the officials!"

"If this thing can be promoted, people all over the world will benefit greatly!"

Chang Bai turned around and looked at Wang Zhong, bowed and cupped his hands, and said in a sincere tone: "Bai, on behalf of the people of the world, thank Zihou!"

"I did not create this thing. I just repaired it according to its characteristics and improved its performance." Wang Zhong said modestly.

"Is this what Zihou calls "Gewu"? Changbai asked.

Wang Zhongdao: "Everything in the world has its own laws for its existence and development. In ancient times, our ancestors walked out of the wilderness and gradually evolved from hunting for a living to slash-and-burn farming. Until now, everything is progressing.

It is said in the university that the way to know is to examine things, and then you will know after studying things. Do you really think this is true?"

Changbai was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Zhong with a smile on his face, and once again cupped his hands and said, "Please give me some advice from Zihou!"

Wang Zhongdao: "In Yu Zhong's opinion, the so-called sage's way is nothing more than what the common people use every day!"

"The way of the saint! Common people use it every day!" Changbai's eyes widened, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he was very surprised.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I wonder what a saint is in Zicheng's eyes?" Wang Zhong asked.

Changbai came back to his senses, thought for a while, and said: "Those who preach to the world and educate all people like the most holy teachers can be called sages!"

Wang Zhong looked at the several threshers in front of him, at the windmills stacked in the corner, and at the warehouse full of rice. He turned around and walked out, exiting the warehouse and walking all the way out until he reached the edge of the field.

Come down.

Wang Zhong pointed to the stretches of farmland with criss-crossing fields and asked: "In Zicheng's eyes, what are these?"

Changbai looked in the direction pointed by Wang Zhong and said, "It's a stretch of fields and golden rice!"

The rural examination was held in August, and now it is late August, not yet September. There is still some time before the autumn grain harvest, but the rice in the fields is already growing quite gratifyingly. The ears of rice are gradually turning from dry to full, and the eyes are also turning from green.

Gradually turns to golden color.

"In my opinion, these are the lives of ordinary people!"

Wang Zhongdao: "Ordinary people in the capital of Guizhou only have a few acres of thin farmland at home. If the year is good, the weather is good, and the family has a small population, they can barely grow enough food to satisfy their hunger. But those with a large population can only rent from wealthy gentry households.

Plant the fields.

All kinds of taxes, labor, and labor, and the food and clothing of a large family throughout the year, all depend on the output of the land. However, if there is a famine, drought, locusts, or floods, our wealthy families will still have enough to spare.

For food, ordinary people can only sell their sons and daughters, or sell themselves as slaves, and their life and death are in the hands of others."

After hearing this, Changbai nodded with deep understanding and said: "Yes, these fields of rice are indeed the lives of the people!"

"We study hard day and night in order to take the imperial examination and become officials, so that in the future we can serve as officials and govern the world for the imperial court. If in the future, Cheng is sent to the local government, has Cheng ever thought about how to govern? Only then can he be able to do so.

When the people are rich, the treasury is full?"

"I think it's nothing more than resting with the people, encouraging mulberry farming, and dredging water conservancy!"

"Knowing that you may have to govern a place in the future, you will think about how to govern and how to herd the people. This is also the study of things."

Wang Zhong's explanation made Chang Bai suddenly enlightened and said: "So that's it!"

Wang Zhong asked again: "If in the future, someone can find a thousand catties per mu, so that the people no longer have to worry about having a belly, do you think this person can be called a saint?"

"A yield of one thousand catties per mu?" Changbai was almost startled by Wang Zhong: "If this is the case, this person can naturally be called a saint!"

Wang Zhong raised his head and looked at the sky, and then looked down at the ground, as if he was moved by emotion, and said with great emotion: "Set up your heart for the sake of heaven and earth!"

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the criss-crossed fields in front of him, and at the breeding farm and oil mill behind him beside Xiaozhu Mountain, and continued: "Build your life for the sake of the people!"

Then he looked at Changbai: "Continue the unique learning for the saints! Create peace for all generations!"

"If you can accomplish this goal in this life, your time in this world will be worthwhile!"
Chapter completed!