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Chapter 111 Recruitment Interview (1)

"There was an interesting phenomenon during the talent ceremony, which was the mutual exchange between the 'mass' and 'niche'. The first three questions for recruiting talents seemed to be aimed at the world, but there were actually very few scholars in the world, and their proportion was a typical niche group. The seven questions after recruiting talents seemed to be very niche, but the objects they influenced were all over the world, which was actually very popular. Therefore, the first three questions for recruiting talents were the first to be lively and the last seven questions were just deserted at the beginning, and the craze was instantly surging."

——Excerpt from "The Little Record of Lin's Mansion" by Wu Qiao recording Lin Feng's daily words and deeds

Early in the morning of August 3, 950, when Lin Feng rushed to the gate of Jinling Academy, when he saw the crowd in front of him, his first impression was that he was "great shrinkage": not only did the imperial guards on duty and stood guard, but the respondents who were queuing in front of the Academy were only two short rows, and there were also a few kittens watching the fun behind the crowd.

When Lin Feng walked into the palace, he found that the deputy examiners were like Situ Zhouzong, the chief examiner who had just recovered from illness, were listless and unable to raise any spirit. When Zhou Tu couldn't help but yawn, three or four people immediately covered their mouths to cover up.

Lin Feng smiled secretly and said that he had already made arrangements. I believe that all the adults will become very interested soon.

After a while, Wei Cen, the deputy envoy of Privy Council, arrived the last one, and Zhou Zong said, "My dear sir, we are together again! Let's start with the fourth question of recruiting talents, 'Collection of the highest yielding crops'!"

Immediately, the somewhat boring invigilator, the affairs officer, the imperial guards, passed on word of mouth to the entrance of the academy.

The first one to come in was an old man with a white beard and hunched back, holding a worn cloth bag with his hands trembling.

Situ Zhouzong politely asked the old man to show everyone the items in the cloth bag.

The cloth bag was opened, and there was a bag of wheat full of grains. The old man coughed lightly and said, "My dear masters, this is the yield of a few acres of land planted by the young Jiangbei family last year. The harvest is four ducts and seven pounds per mu. It is the highest yield in my farming for many years and the highest in our village."

No one answered the conversation below. In fact, many examiners were not very interested in the seven questions of the post-recruitment. Because, in their opinion, these things cannot be measured. For example, if the wheat in front of them says that the yield per mu is four dan, five dan or even six dan or seven dan, how can it be proved and how to judge the ranking of the wheat?

Lin Feng stood up and asked, "Brother-in-law, can you please tell me if your wheat is enough water?"

"Yes, there is a small river next to the old man's land." The old man stared at Lin Feng and replied.

"Master, what kind of fat is there in the field?" Lin Feng asked afterwards.

"When the manure collected by the old man is idle, I go to the official roads next to the village to pick up cattle, horses and sheep manure on the ground." The old man replied.

"So, how many acres of land have you planted by yourself?" Lin Feng raised the last question.

"Three mu and six cents, I have my wife to help you at home." The old man replied seriously.

Lin Feng knew in his heart that this old man had obtained high yields by careful care under the current conditions, and did not invent any high-yield species.

"Mr. Zhou, can this matter be left to the Academy of Sciences to handle it later?" Lin Feng turned to Zhou Zong.

Zhou Zong looked at the other examiners and found no objection, so he nodded and agreed.

Lin Feng turned to the old man, asked the affairs officer to record his name and address, and then reminded: "Brother-in-law, it's a pity that your wheat variety is not the high-yield species we want to ask for. However, thank you for your hard work, our Academy of Sciences plans to purchase a tuft of wheat from you at a high price, and we will carry out on-site planting."

In the Academy of Sciences, which is about to go down to paper for on-site construction, Lin Feng doesn't mind adding another species laboratory to cultivate some good varieties through hybridization.

The old man was open-minded. He thanked Lin Feng, bowed to all the adults, and turned around and left.

The second person who came in was a young man dressed in a farmer. Lin Feng looked at him from a distance and immediately lowered his head, blocking the smile on his face.

The person who came was Yan Ruofeng. He was stained with scattered dust and black gray on his fair and bright face, and he didn't know where he bought his old rural clothes. However, after seeing too much of his youthful and elegant face, Lin Feng's eyes showed a sense of incongruity.

Yan Ruofeng didn't say anything, and directly opened a long box in his hand. There were three small boxes of varying sizes, namely a large handful of rice, a few cotton buds, and a thick stack of paper.

Seeing Zhou Zong's gaze, Lin Feng stood up and asked Yan Ruofeng to tell you what these objects are.

"Report to all the adults. This rice is the South China Sea Champa rice purchased by Xiaoke at a high price. It is said to be ripe three times a year. In order to prevent being deceived, Xiaoke has purchased a paddy field in the north of the city for planting for verification." Yan Ruofeng bowed respectfully and said loudly.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh. You dressed up as a farmer, but you said "Report, Xiaoke, Verification", and even gave in. Xiaobian, your acting is too bad.

"This is cotton. Xiaoke and his father searched for a long time before they found this kind of cotton. They were also transported in the field. It is almost time to pick the season." Yan Ruofeng picked up the cotton buds that had not yet bloomed, held them in the air, and walked up to invite all the adults to witness.

Except for Lin Feng, these "country buns" have never seen this kind of cotton. They all looked at each other curiously, and they touched them with their hands, and turned their heads and started to talk in a low voice. Could this kind of black, very ugly thing turn around and weave the cotton cloth that Lin Feng said?

After Yan Ruofeng finished showing off, Lin Feng took a step forward, coughed gently, pulled back the off-topic scene, and asked what the stack of paper was.

Yan Ruofeng put the cotton buds back into the box, carefully picked up the stack of paper, and said loudly: "Sir, this is the key points of the folk planting of various types of crops that Xiaoke and his father have been searching for for several months. The proverbs of the twenty-four solar terms, please read them."

Zhou Zong took the stack of paper from Lin Feng, looked around briefly, and handed it to the examiners who were trying to take action.

Taking advantage of this short time, Lin Feng asked Yan Ruofeng to leave his name and address. However, when Yan Ruofeng started writing, Lin Feng's nose was almost pissed. You wrote so elegantly and gracefully, is it like something a farmer can do?

Several examiners looked at the stack of paper one by one and nodded. Lin Feng also quietly let go. This was the most critical point of his advice to the Yan family. Chameng rice can bring a lot of people, so you must be attentive and be better than others in sincerity, which is also touching with sincerity!

However, the moment Yan Ruofeng withdrew from the door, Li Deming, Minister of Works and the Bachelor of the Academy of Arts and Sciences, suddenly said: "Sir, this person's words and deeds are not like a farmer, but like a scholar. Moreover, his name, Yan Ruofeng, I seem to have heard of this name from someone."

Wei Cen, deputy envoy of Privy Councilor, was also stunned for a moment, shook his head blankly, but said nothing.

The third person came in. It was Fang Tai, the son of Fang Hongxing, the head of the overseas Fang family. Lin Feng was excited and the real owner was here!

However, Fang Tai's first move made at least two deputy examiners laugh and laughed softly. Fang Tai took out a handful of rice from his arms and held it in front of the examiners. The rice grains that could almost be counted at a glance formed a very sharp contrast with his gorgeous clothes and burly figure.
Chapter completed!
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