Not long after Fan Xian entered the workshop, his mother, accompanied by the servant Wei Shi and the cook Qian Shi, crossed the small wooden bridge in front of them and headed to the village for a stroll.
This was also Mrs. Fan's hobby.
Fan Jin followed his mother to the village.
There was a small bamboo forest at the entrance of the village.
After taking a detour, there were many thatched huts.
The sunning field in front of each house was connected to the vegetable field.
There were flocks of chickens and ducks in front of and behind the house.
There was a winding path in the village that connected the houses.
In front of the house, behind the house, and in the west of the village, there were large fields connected by paths, but most of them were dry fields. Only the area near the river in the east of the village had villagers digging canals to divert water, which could be considered paddy fields.
The value of paddy fields and dry fields was almost double.
It had been a month since the autumn harvest, but there were still people pounding rice on the sunning ground.
It was just hitting the wooden board continuously.
Or use a treading stone.
No matter which one he used.
This process was very tiring.
The rice that came out was still brown rice. After peeling it again, removing the embryo and rice skin, this was the polished rice.
A stone of rice was about four hundred coins.
A stone of brown rice costs 450 yuan.
A stone of refined rice was 550 yuan.
During the process of husking, the weight and manpower consumed were the reasons for the different prices of brown rice and polished rice.
Fan Jin was deep in thought.
It seemed that there was an obvious business opportunity in this matter.
He could build a rice pounding machine that almost did not require manpower…
But now was not the time.
When he had a large amount of funds to stock up on food.
Or when he had more estates.
……
Along the way, the villagers served freshly boiled tea.
Or pick the fresh vegetables in front of their house.
Or come up to greet him.
The Fan family was not a wealthy family.
However, he was kind and easy to deal with. With such a new chief, the entire Wu Family Village felt extremely satisfied.
Of course, not all the villagers in the village were tenant farmers. There were also many owner-farmers, but when the field owners of the same village and clan came, everyone came over to greet them.
Some people even felt pity.
If only the little Langjun of the Fan family was a Juren now. He might as well give his own land to the Fan family at a discount. The Juren would have more land to be exempted from. Moreover, the bailiffs would not dare to disturb them…
The Wu Family Village and Fan Family Village weren't that different.
There were less than a hundred households, and more than half of them were Fan family tenants.
There were also some well-to-do families who built small brick courtyards and brick houses.
In the middle of the village was the ancestral hall. At the entrance of the village was a small earth temple, and then there were scattered thatched houses.
Everyone's food was mainly vegetarian.
There was less oil and salt. The common people ate brown rice as their staple food, and it was one porridge and one meal. It was difficult to eat two meals dry.
In addition to the hard work in the fields.
In front of Fan Jin were mostly lean men and women, and only the gentry and merchants in the city could see those with big bellies.
The Hongwu years were said to be prosperous, but the lives of the common people were probably like this…
……
Ding!
"Your first generation of literary skills has been upgraded to a thousand words under the pen.”
Fan Jin sighed softly.
He was extremely satisfied.
After this state was upgraded, countless exquisite articles immediately appeared in his mind.
Moreover, his eight-part essay was written with a pen, breaking the topic, tying the stock, comparing the stock, and closing the stock.
It was as if a few thousand words of text would immediately appear in their minds.
Moreover, the choice of words and sentences, the use of allusions, and the writing of articles are all exquisite.
Sigh!
The feeling of cheating was really good!
Before this, he had been writing poems in seven steps and writing articles for Lin Xianzun to read.
Although County Head Lin praised him, he also recognized Fan Jin's strength as a county head.
However, there were still some flaws.
If Fan Jin were to write now, with the strength of Lin County's top three scholars, he probably wouldn't be able to find any flaws.
Even if he was a second-class or first-class scholar, Fan Jin was not afraid at all…
……
The next morning.
After gaining another hundred points, Fan Jin upgraded his calligraphy and painting skills to calligraphy and painting proficiency.
He felt that his calligraphy and painting skills had improved.
To be able to write and draw was only at the entry level of an ordinary craftsman.
At the level of being good at calligraphy and painting, it was basically the level of calligraphy and painting of a small celebrity.
Fan Jin couldn't help but spread out a piece of paper.
Then, he picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, dipped it in water, and started writing.
He wrote an eight-part essay.
Words, qi, reason, all have.
The books were written in the official style of the pavilion.
It seemed that the system also knew what Fan Jin needed, what he wanted, and what he gave.
There were also different levels of pavilion bodies.
Some people wrote it as if it was printed. Although it was neat and orderly, the strokes looked strict, but there was no interest in it.
Fan Jin's words were written according to the rules, but there were some changes.
The words looked like they were written in a leisurely and elegant manner.
To be able to write the unique features of the machine in the style of the pavilion, it was really like doing a dojo in a screw shell, which showed even more skill.
En, satisfied, extremely satisfied!
……
"Mother, your son will take his leave. I have Wu Sixi with me. The prefecture is only a few dozen miles away. I will return after the examination. It will only take two or three days.”
In front of the Fan residence, Fan Jin, who was going to the capital examination, kowtowed to his mother and said goodbye.
Although what Fan Jin said was true, Mrs. Fan was still worried and cried.
His mother was worried. Even though he had gone to the prefecture, Fan Jin had never been so far away from her before. It really made her feel worried and afraid.
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