Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 14 The Mystery of the Disappearance of Confucianism
Xu Mansion.

Xu Xingzhi returned to the mansion with heavy steps.

He looked dejected, like a defeated rooster.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Xu hurried forward and asked with concern on her face.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?"

"Ugh--"

"I don't deserve the position of Doctor of the Seed Selection Department!"

After saying that, Xu Xingzhi didn't even eat dinner and locked himself in the study.

Leaving behind Mrs. Xu with a confused look on her face.

"Everything was fine yesterday. They said the Ninth Prince was transferred to the Seed Selection Department, which was a good thing."

"They also said that the Ninth Prince has joined the Seed Selection Department. Does this mean that His Majesty is beginning to attach importance to the Seed Selection Department? Will it have great potential in the future?"

"how……"

Mrs. Xu was worried and didn't know what had happened.
In just one day, my husband's mentality changed so drastically.

Mrs. Xu knows her husband very well.

Outsiders only know that he is upright and incorruptible.

But as someone close to her husband, Mrs. Xu knew better that her husband had a heart to save the world and help the people.

Her family has connections in the imperial court.

If it really worked, my husband would have had the opportunity to be transferred from the Seed Selection Department and sent to a county magistrate.

Ultimately, my husband had some emotional issues and was unwilling to leave the Seed Selection Department.

When my husband was young, he inherited the ancient farming tradition.

From then on, he set a great ambition to grow high-yield crops.

Let all the people in the world have enough food to eat three times a day.

"Husband..."

Mrs. Xu sighed softly.

In the study room.

Xu Xingzhi frowned and sighed.

"This official position has come to an end."

"There is no turning back in this inspection."

Xu Xingzhi knew very well that if the Ninth Prince continued to act like this.

The most unlucky one is him.

During the imperial examination, the Ministry of Personnel will conduct the assessment, and the Selection Office will certainly fail.

The Ninth Prince is a prince. Does the Ministry of Personnel have the guts to take action against the Ninth Prince?

Even if there really is a stubborn censor who will report the Ninth Prince.

Your Majesty's punishment is mostly just for show.

A one-year salary deduction or three-month house arrest.

But he is the chief officer of the Seed Selection Department and the ninth prince's nominal superior.

He cannot escape the blame and demotion is inevitable.

Perhaps, he would follow in the footsteps of the former Xuanzhong Langzhong and be demoted to Yazhou.

Rather than being demoted to Yazhou, it would be better for him to resign from his official position, return to his hometown, open a college, and teach and educate people.

As soon as the idea of ​​retiring and returning home appeared, it took root in Xu Xingzhi's mind.

He picked up his pen and wrote the three words "beg for my bones" on the memorial.

But when he wanted to put pen to paper again.

My mind was filled with my past ambition – to ensure that all people in the world could afford to eat.

For a moment, my heart was in turmoil.

With the wolf hair in hand, he lifted it up...put it down...put it down and lifted it up again...

After struggling for half the night, the memorial still only contained the three words "beg for my remains".

……

"Your Highness, the hot water is ready."

"I will help you bathe."

"Aunt Yun, I've already said that in my heart, you are the elder. There is no need to call yourself a slave."

"Your Highness, etiquette cannot be abolished. A slave is a slave!"

Yun Menglan gently helped Fang Heng take off his clothes. Her five white jade fingers stroked across his skin, giving him a delicate and tender feeling.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, her every move was gentle and tender, which perfectly matched his image of a gentle and beautiful woman from the Jiangnan water town.

Fang Heng soaked in the hot bathtub, the steaming hot water made his muscles and bones feel comfortable and relaxed.

Yun Menglan used all ten fingers to massage Fang Heng.

He gently stroked, rubbed, and picked it up, and his technique was so amazing that it almost made Fang Heng moan.

"Aunt Yun, how many spiritual farmers are there in the mansion? The Seed Selection Department needs help from spiritual farmers."

"Your Highness, this servant has practiced the Lingnong method."

"If it's just one or two thousand acres of land to take care of, I can do it alone."

"Auntie Yun, have you practiced the Lingnong method?"

Fang Heng turned around with a look of surprise.

"More than ten years ago, I picked up a farming inheritance by chance in the market. I practice it for fun whenever I have time."

Yun Menglan spoke in a soft voice as she talked about things that happened more than ten years ago.

Speaking of farmers, Fang Heng became interested in the ancient schools of thought.

"Aunt Yun, I read in history books that in ancient times, there were more than just the three methods of cultivation: martial arts, Taoism, and Buddhism."

"All schools of thought can be cultivated." "But later on, all schools of thought fell into decline."

"Your Highness is right. In ancient times, there were many different methods of cultivation."

"After great changes, only the three schools of martial arts, Buddhism and Taoism remain."

"However, not all the cultivation methods of the various schools of thought have been lost."

"For example, the methods of the Agricultural School, the Yin-Yang School, and the Mohist School were absorbed by the Taoist school, forming the three schools of spiritual farming, celestial master, and puppet master."

"As for the military strategists, they were absorbed by the martial arts."

"The divine general of the current imperial court is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also excels in military tactics, able to plan and strategize from thousands of miles away."

"People like the agriculturalists, the Yin-Yangists, the Mohists, and the military strategists are considered lucky."

"It was absorbed by other cultivation systems, so the inheritance was not completely cut off."

"The Legalists, novelists, and eclecticists are truly pitiful. Their legacy has been completely cut off, leaving behind not even a few classics."

Yun Menglan had a lot of knowledge about the various schools of thought, and explained them to Fang Heng one by one.

Fang Heng had seen all of this content when he was reading history books.

But what he was most curious about was.

There is no record of Confucianism in history books.

At first glance at the history books, the records of the various schools of thought are almost the same as those of China.

It gave Fang Heng a sense of déjà vu.

Only, there is no Confucianism.

In Chinese history, Confucianism is a prominent school of thought.

However, there is no record of this in the history books of Daqian.

Not even a single word.

This made Fang Heng feel that in this world, Confucianism seemed to have been wiped out by some mysterious force.

"Aunt Yun, have you ever heard that among the hundreds of schools of thought, there is one called Confucianism?"

"Confucianism?"

“Never heard of it!”

"Your Highness, where did you hear that?"

"I saw it in some miscellaneous book. Hmm... maybe I remembered it wrongly."

Fang Heng didn't want Yun Menglan to think too much, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Aunt Yun, please teach me the Lingnong method."

"There is naturally no problem in teaching."

"But why did His Highness suddenly become interested in the Lingnong Method?"

Yun Menglan frowned slightly, and began to murmur in her heart.

The Empress does not like Your Highness joining the Seed Selection Office and has been planning for positions in the Ministry of War and the Divine Generals' Palace.

If I teach Your Highness the Lingnong method, will it displease Her Majesty?

"Working in the Seed Selection Department without knowing the spiritual farming techniques is inconvenient after all."

Fang Heng sighed, not noticing Yun Menglan's change in mood.

[Jingzhe Lord]'s transfer of vitality is easy to use.

But if he wants to cultivate hybrid rice on a large scale, he will be exhausted to death if he uses [Jingzhe Lord] for everything.

Compared with ancient China, the Daqian Dynasty had the Taoist profession of spiritual farmers.

Therefore, the agricultural level is better than that of ancient China.

Of course, this is only limited to wealthy families.

After all, not everyone can afford to cultivate and recruit spiritual farmers.

The fields managed by spiritual farmers not only have higher yields per mu, but also accelerate crop development.

Even in the northern border, under the management of spiritual farmers, rice can be harvested three times a year.

As for the south, it is possible to achieve a terrifying six or even seven harvests a year.

Moreover, the rice yield per mu in the fields managed by Lingnong exceeds 1,000 kilograms.

The yield per mu exceeds 1,000 kilograms, which is above the average in modern society.

It is equivalent to the magic of spiritual farming, which has wiped out hybrid rice, chemical fertilizers and a series of modern technologies.

Moreover, the ability to mature crops in more than a year is something that even modern technology cannot achieve.

This is the case of a wealthy family using spiritual farmers to grow rice.

As for ordinary people, they have no chance of spiritual farming, and the yield per mu is less than 400 kilograms.

It is roughly at the same level as ancient China.

According to Fang Heng's estimation, just by developing hybrid rice, without the addition of chemical fertilizers, the yield per mu can reach 600 to 700 kilograms.

This is equivalent to doubling the yield per mu!
People take food as their heaven!
Food means population.

Population means the number of warriors and monks.

A larger base means more geniuses.

It can be said that once hybrid rice is promoted, Daqian's national strength will increase by at least 50%.

"Your Highness, have you made any progress in seed selection at the Seed Selection Department?"

"Of course!"

"Aunt Yun, what do you think would happen if rice yields per mu doubled?"

Yun Menglan, who was giving Fang Heng a massage, was slightly stunned.

The white and moist jade fingers stopped.

Double the yield per mu?
is it possible?

(End of this chapter)