In the outskirts of Chang'an City, Wanquan County is closely connected to Fangcheng, and the villagers here are still quite accommodating.

Some small warehouses are open here, and small craftsmen cannot afford to rent houses in Fangcheng, so they can also make do with them.

The land here is not fertile, and the villagers still use the rough farming method of setting fire to the mountains and sowing plants and wood ash.

Pei Yan didn't expect that the idea he had asked for from Pei Fanxian would involve himself.

As a living roomman, he had no interest in agricultural production at all.

But when he thought that he could command everyone, he was energetic again.

A flower in agriculture depends entirely on manure.

The prince Li Hong made a great decision to promote the composting technique. From top to bottom, he mobilized a lot of strength. From Pei Yan to the Sinong Temple to Chang'an, all officials from Wannian County were notified.

The elected officials must participate in composting labor, and at the same time actively publicize the various benefits of composting farming to the people, and advocate that they abandon the previous wild Shetian law.

Li Hong has rich experience in governing the country, and this time he finally left his parents aside and planned alone. According to his edict, if there are farmers with financial difficulties and cannot implement the composting method, officials at all levels will also conduct statistics.

And give money as much as possible to help them reduce their burden.

The lower-level officials of the two counties gathered in Wanquan County, and Pei Yan personally chose this place.

Several ministers were looking at the sun in the sky, just wanting to shout!

Wei Ling, the chief of the West City, is also one of the people who shouted.

Anyone who hears this errand has to cover his nose. In the West City Bureau, the city order will never downplay the nobles and come to do farm work.

I used the evil and evil behaviors of making money on your daily basis, and I would tolerate it and turned a blind eye to drive Lao Wei here.

In May summer, under the scorching heat, Wei Ling was sweating profusely and just wanted to tear Pei Yan into a slag.

Let this old thief taste the power of compost!

"Have you heard that the idea of ​​composting was suggested to Your Highness personally by Mr. Pei." Chang'an County Magistrate Cui Fang said with a smile.

Wei Ling wiped the sweat and said angrily: "I have heard of it for a long time. I guess he didn't know what compost is at all, so he pulled His Highness to speak nonsense."

"What he said is that if he thinks compost is good, then he will do it himself, and he will pull us up even if he does!"

Cui Fang is an impatient person and doesn't like Pei Yan, who only knows how to talk and never has practical experience.

Guan Chong is Cui Fang’s own invention.

It is to refer to Pei Yan, who only wants to be promoted and work hard to climb up. He has no military achievements or experience in grassroots work, and is focused on talking on paper.

"I think that when Pei Sheren comes, we should let him have a good experience of what compost is." Wei Ling made a suggestion, and soon received widespread welcome from all the victims.

Especially Shen Wang, the Si Nong Shaoqing, who was tragically pulled to the back, stood in the crowd, with his eyes wide open and gritted his teeth.

The matter of participating in the farm work was originally assigned to his superior Si Nongqing. The old man covered his mouth and nose, shook his head, and handed over the errand to Shen Wang again.

Shen Wang works in Sinong Temple, and he still knows the method of composting. Isn’t it just piles of manure?

Pei Yan, just wait for death!

"good!"

"That's it!"

Wei Ling cast an admiring look at him. Young people just have courage!

The other small officials gathered around Wei Lingwang, sharing the same hatred for the enemy.

There are two unlucky guys around the little officials, who are ordinary farmers selected by Cui Fang from Chang'an County.

You don’t know how to composting, I don’t know, only serious farmers can do it.

When the envoys heard what they said, they couldn't help but feel worried about themselves. It doesn't matter how they make trouble. Just don't involve us.

Pei Yan got off the carriage, tidied up his robe, took big steps, and walked among them without any notice of the strange aura between his colleagues.

What are these people watching me do?

Could it be that I am too chic?

It is a sin to be too good at being...

Among the crowd, Pei Yan saw the Si Nong Shaoqing's Shenwang at a glance.

Then he walked towards him: "I didn't expect that Chen Shaoqing was here too."

Chen Wang laughed dryly, but felt that Pei Yan's smile was quite dazzling.

"Thank you for your hard work in Pei Sheren."

Pei Yan felt extremely happy. Chen Wang was the eldest son of the Si Nong, wearing a red robe and a fourth-rank official. Now he had to obey his own command.

It’s just one word to be happy!

Pei Yan is active in his mind and does have the talent of a prime minister, but his temperament is not firm.

For example, last night, he scolded Pei Fanxian for being a bloody spitting head in his dream. At this moment, facing Chen Wang's humility, he instantly felt that Pei Fanxian was a good person.

If it weren't for his brilliant plan, Pei Yan wouldn't be so happy.

Seeing that Chen Wang didn't say anything, Wei Ling hurriedly blocked him and said to Pei Yan: "Pei Sheren, you can start working!"

“That’s natural.”

Cui Fang called the two farmers forward and introduced them to Pei Yan. Pei Yan pretended to behave for a while and then followed them to the field.

Green wheat seedlings had already grown on the endless fields, and several farmers were walking on the ridges to work.

On the edge of the field ridge, the thatched huts are sparse, but occasionally smoke from cooking is floating out, indicating that there are people living inside.

My Tang Dynasty is really a prosperous scene!

Pei Yan sighed.

"Are we just composting here?" Pei Yan turned to everyone and said with a smile.

Everyone: "..."

I don't want to pay attention to him and want to throw him into a cesspool.

If everyone present was scheming and scheming, Wei Ling, and Pei Yan's face was already embarrassing, and it was really bad that no one would pay attention to it.

Wei Ling jumped out at this time: "Pei Sheren, the place where the composting is not here, please come with your subordinates."

Pei Yan didn't see the clues, and walked for a while, and finally followed him to his destination.

At a farmer's home by the field, Pei Yan stood in front of the pigpen and began to think about life.

Three little pigs, who were completely black and long haired, were squeezed into a square pen, with big watery eyes staring straight at Pei Yan.

It seems to see him as his own kind.

This pig is so handsome!

"Hmph...humph..."

One of the sows crawled into the corner and groaned, as if we were welcoming Pei Sheren.

Pei Yan wondered: "Don't you want to composted?"

"What are you taking me to the pigpen for?"

He is upright and has a strong airs.

"Of course it's compost." Wei Ling stuffed the broom into his hand. Before Pei Yan could react, he was hit behind him and pushed into the pigpen.

Wei Ling blocked the pigpen fence, and the street foxes were all revealed.

"Don't Pei Sheren know that composting is just pile of manure?"

Wei Ling looked at the archer of the sky: "Your Highness the Crown Prince's decree is clearly stated. As our leader, Pei Sheren must lead by example."

"It's true." Chen Wang took the lead and agreed.

"My subordinates are stupid. Please ask Pei Sheren to show us something so that we can learn from it."

"Extremely, extreme, extreme," Chen Wang shook his head and said.

Compost is to pile up manure?

Fat is equal to feces? Pei Yan's sky spirit cover seemed to be hit by lightning, and he suddenly thought of the expression when Pei Fanxian gave him advice.

A hint of coldness appeared on the slightly smiling face.

The sick man dares to harm me!

Wei Ling and others stood at the door of the pigpen and invited Pei Yan's two masters in.

The method of composting is actually very simple. During the Tang Dynasty, the pigpens and horse houses were all very primitive, and all the livestock were urinating on the spot. Although it was very dirty, it was also very convenient to collect manure blocks.

Pei Yan just needs to collect all the pig manure scattered in the pigpen and put it on the open space to dry.

Wei Ling had long thought of this and even found a place for drying.

The two farmers did not dare to speak much, and only muttered a few words when Wei Ling urged them to explain.

As the saying goes, those who intentionally harm others will be killed by themselves.

Pei Yan didn't expect that he would become the darling of the pig world.

The popular rules in the pig world are similar to those in humans. They bully the weak and fear the strong. The two farmers know that they are old acquaintances as soon as they smell the smell.

In daily life, people beat a broom, chase it on the dirt road, and fatten it all in one size fits the whole thing. They are all tough characters. As the high IQ of the animal world, pigs will not provoke them.

The man huddled in the corner was different. He was fair and clean, and he had no smell at all. He looked easy to bully at first glance.

Three pigs became tigers, and the fat pigs surrounded Pei Laozi. Pei Laozi raised his broom and defended himself wildly.

The pig is deadly!

Pei Yan's evil deeds towards the side of his gallbladder, tried all his strength, pushed left and right, and finally broke out of the pigpen.

Not to mention what kind of fat he is, even people are almost gone!
Chapter completed!