Farmer of Shu Han

Chapter 1064

Compared with the Wei State, which always thinks about fighting for power in times of crisis, the big man is much quieter.

Whether it is Shangshutai or the emperor, they have been prepared to take over the power of the prime minister's mansion in the past few years.

Li Ping, the only one who can suppress Adou in name, has long been suppressed by the prime minister over the years.

A Dou has a woman standing behind him. With the lessons learned from the past, it is impossible to release Li Ping again.

Before the prime minister died, he personally wrote a memorial to propose marriage to the royal family for someone Feng, and tied someone Feng to death.

It can be said that the peace in front of the big man's eyes took nearly ten years to arrange.

As long as Feng Junhou can stabilize the newly recovered Guanzhong, and prevent the front from affecting the rear.

Then it is possible for the big man to make a smooth transition.

On the contrary, if Guanzhong is gained and lost again, the big Han may not only face the battle of Yiling for the second time, but may even lose Longyou and even Liangzhou.

Regarding this point, the two women standing behind Adou and Feng Junhou could see it clearly.

So A Dou not only sent an angel to Guanzhong as quickly as possible to calm people's minds, but also officially agreed to the marriage between Feng Junhou and the young lady of the Zhang family.

Even the Guan family, who was caught in the middle and had a lot to do with this matter, did not raise any objections at this critical moment.

At present, not only the Han and Wei countries are walking on thin ice, but all the forces in the two countries are also watching carefully.

The only exception was Feng Junhou who was at the center of the storm.

General Guan, who came back from an inspection tour, and Zhang Xiaosi, who rushed over from Liangzhou, finally faced each other.

Although the two are still calling each other as sisters as before, in fact, only Feng Junhou is most aware of the changes.

"Take it easy, that's right, it's here, whoops, whoops..."

Feng Junhou was lying on the couch, humming and chirping non-stop.

Ah Mei was half kneeling on the couch, massaging his lower back vigorously.

Li Mu was holding the boiled Vitiligo Tonic Soup, blowing it gently, and sometimes sending it to Feng Junhou's mouth.

The prescription of the medicinal soup was robbed by General Guan from the Tiannv, and the effect is not bad.

But no matter how powerful the medicine is, it can't stand the fierce tiger and cunning fox in my house.

Anyway, these days, Feng Junhou has been tossed by the tiger girl and the fox girl in turn, and the hard-hitting man has almost become medicine dregs.

"I can't survive, there is no way to stay in this house."

Feng Junhou drank the last sip of the medicinal soup, crying bitterly:

"I'm leaving the house today."

Resting his head on Li Mu's lap, Feng Junhou closed his eyes and asked:

"I ran away from the mansion, will you follow me?"

Li Mu opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she felt someone coming in through the door from the corner of her eyes, she turned her head to look, and quickly closed her mouth again.

General Guan walked to the couch, bent down, leaned into Feng Junhou's ear, and asked in a low voice:

"Where is Aaron going?"

"I can go anywhere..." Before he finished speaking, Feng Junhou sat up like a frightened rabbit, and his waist seemed to regain strength all of a sudden.

"Xijun, you, why are you back?"

Feng Junhou stuttered and looked outside subconsciously.

The sun is just, and it is day.

Hi by the day, by the day.

"I heard that Alang has no appetite for breakfast today. I feel worried, so I came back to have a look."

General Guan's complexion was rosy, like a flower receiving dewdrops in the morning, unscrupulously blooming with the damn charming charm of her age.

General Guan pressed the sword hanging on his waist with his left hand, and said softly:

"Alang wants to go out? My concubine just happened to be fine these two days, so I happened to accompany you."

"Out?"

"Yes, go out." General Guan looked at Feng Junhou very innocently, "When I was at the door just now, I heard A Lang said that he wanted to go out."

"Oh, yes, yes, go out."

Feng Junhou's mouth subconsciously responded first, and his eyes rolled a few times:

"Isn't it the end of April? It's the time for millet planting in Guanzhong, so I'm going out to inspect and supervise the planting."

General Guan nodded:

"Alang is right. Farming is a major event, and it should not be taken lightly."

The spring plowing in Guanzhong this year is actually not very good.

the reason is simple.

The war ended last winter, and before we could recover, it was spring plowing again.

The supply of food and grass for the Guanzhong army is a huge expense.

In addition, another large army will be sent to pacify the Shangdang.

Also pay attention to the famine among the people and provide seeds to the people...

After Lin Lin planted it, even with Dongfeng Express and Longyou Hanzhong's food reserves over the years, it can barely maintain stability.

It is simply impossible to restore people's livelihood on a large scale.

So this year's summer plowing has become even more important.

It is related to whether the people in Guanzhong can have enough food for the winter this year.

"Where is brother-in-law going?"

Zhang Xingyi walked in from the door, and when he saw the people in the room, his face was full of vigilance.

It was as if the few people in front of her were about to elope and were caught by her.

Feng Junhou lay back on the couch, sighed and said:

"Go and inspect Xia Geng."

"I also need to go!"

"Okay, okay, you go too." Feng Junhou said weakly and perfunctorily, "Then who will look after the children at home?"

There are six children, big and small, the big one needs to practice martial arts and read, and the young one needs to be taken care of carefully.

There is also Ah Shun, who is not slippery, when he is teething, as long as the adults are not paying attention, he will keep grabbing the dog's tail and biting it.

The wet nurse alone is unable to suppress these little devils in the mansion.

The two ladies looked at each other, and then looked at the two concubines tacitly.

Ah Mei and Li Mu bowed their heads: Ah Lang originally wanted to take them out...

It's just that concubines have no human rights.

And so it was decided.

On a clear day in early summer, the blue sky wall is inlaid with marble-like clouds, and swallows happily cut through the silence of the sky.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, sending cuckoo calls from time to time, telling the world that "spring has returned" and early summer has arrived.

As the saying goes, the green is dark and the red is sparse, and a few small red flowers are blooming dottedly on the edge of the field.

The wheat in the field turned pale yellow unknowingly, as if announcing the arrival of the harvest.

It's a pity that such scenery is rare, and more of them are bare fields without crops.

However, there are quite a lot of farmers working in the fields.

"Aaron, where are we going?"

"Go over there."

Feng Junhou pointed to the east.

A group of people walked along the official road, as long as there is a cultivated field, there will always be farmers busy.

Feng Junhou turned his head and said to Secretary Zhang:

"The farming near Chang'an seems to be doing well."

Secretary Zhang has been in Liangzhou for so many years and has already learned how to ride a horse.

At this time, she was dressed in a tunic and riding outfit, pretending to be a man like General Guan.

It's just that she doesn't have much experience, so people can tell at a glance that she is a girl.

After being praised by Feng Junhou, Zhang Xiaosi was a little dissatisfied:

"It's not enough. It's easy to talk about the vicinity of Chang'an, but further away, there are not enough people to even re-divide the fields."

"Also, as long as the place is far away from the army, there are many rebels and bandits. The county magistrates and county magistrates we send out are sometimes short of manpower, and they have to personally go to battle to kill the bandits."

Why did you say that the imperial power does not go to the countryside?

It's not that I don't want to download it, but I can't download it.

In the current situation, you want to collect local taxes quickly, unless you give up some grassroots power to local snakes and entrust them to help.

This is basically the state of chaos.

Stretch the bold and starve the timid.

This is also the reason why Feng Junhou devoted his life to training low-level officials.

Even so, in the entire Yongzhou, except for Longyou, there are dozens of counties left, except for some key counties.

For the rest, basically only one county magistrate can be appointed to go there. Those who are closer, send twenty or thirty guards, and those who are farther away, at most thirty or fifty.

As for the county captain or something, no, nothing.

When you get to the place, you don't want to make a name for yourself, you just want to gain a firm foothold. No matter who you recommend to come up later, you can basically get approval.

What is grassroots? This is the beginning.

Of course, it was not without surprises.

In the past few months, there has been no news from the new magistrates of three counties.

General Guan has been leading troops to patrol outside for the past few months, precisely because of the need to deter those who do not want to do anything wrong.

Those three counties were swept again by General Guan himself.

Seven or eight hundred people were captured by bandits and soldiers and civilians alone.

In a rage, Feng Junhou sent them directly to Bingzhou, where there would be a wonderful life in the mine waiting for them.

Hearing what Secretary Zhang said, General Guan had already opened his mouth before Feng Junhou opened his mouth:

"Insufficient food and grass. The most important thing right now is to ensure that General Zhenbei can calm down Shangdang's army with food and grass."

"Otherwise, the many generals under Junhou's command, each leading one or two thousand people, will go to various places to inspect. I believe that it will take less than half a year to restore peace in Guanzhong for a long time."

Guanzhong and Hanzhong, Hanzhong and Jincheng, grain roads are still too restricted.

Obviously there is a large amount of grain from Jiangzhou that can be transported to Jingzhou, but the grain transported from Hanzhong to Guanzhong has been in a tight state.

Feng Junhou sighed:

"You can't just rely on Hanzhong and Longyou, otherwise, Hanzhong's grain road will be difficult, and Longyou will have to raise horses."

"If too much grain is transferred from Longyou, it may affect the horse farm in Longyou."

It seems very cool to eat so much territory in one go, but now it's really hard.

The aftermath is a pain in the ass.

To put it bluntly, years of war have led to a sharp drop in population, leaving too much arable land.

In addition, Dahan has leading farming tools and farming techniques.

There is also relatively developed animal husbandry, which provides a large amount of transport animal power.

Feng Junhou's idea of mule trusting back then had no chance to be applied to the battlefield, but now it is used for post-war recovery.

The horse mule team continuously transported supplies from Longyou into Guanzhong. It can be said that Guanlong Avenue is now an important lifeline of Guanzhong.

These reasons allowed Feng Junhou to sustain the situation in Guanzhong.

A group of people followed the official road all the way to the east, until they stopped near Baqiao.

Feng Junhou asked the accompanying guards to camp on the spot, and then he took General Guan, Secretary Zhang and others down the official road.

After walking along the Bashui River for a long distance, he saw an old farmer in the field, and Feng Junhou stepped forward to salute:

"This old man invited me."

The old farmer, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and resting, opened his eyes and saw the extraordinary Feng Junhou and others, and quickly stood up:

"Don't dare to dare, may I ask what is the gentleman doing?"

Feng Junhou pointed to the ground under his feet and asked:

"These lands belong to my husband's own house?"

Hearing this, the old farmer showed a smile on his face, and said repeatedly:

"Exactly, exactly! The land was just allocated by the government this year!"

Feng Junhou pointed to the empty field:

"The old man is planning to plant millet, not wheat?"

The old farmer looked at Feng Junhou and his party, and asked back:

"Lang Jun is from Shu, right?"

A look of surprise appeared on Feng Junhou's face:

"How did the old man know?"

The old farmer showed a clear expression, and there was even a trace of longing in his expression:

"Shu, probably only people from that place would ask such a question."

Feng Junhou was really surprised this time:

"What does the old man mean by this?"

"I heard that there has been no famine in Shu for more than ten years!"

The old farmer shook his head, seemed to be feeling emotion, but also seemed to be envious, and looked Feng Junhou again:

"Lang Jun, I'm afraid he doesn't know how to farm the land?"

"ah?"

Feng Junhou was a little stunned.

"Wheat can be harvested a lot, but it picks up the land!" The old farmer pointed to the field, "These fields have not been cultivated for many years, and they are all growing."

"How can you grow wheat in raw land? Let alone plant some beans first, at least you must first plant hardy millet."

"Otherwise, if the wheat is planted and the shells are harvested, how will we live next year?"

Hearing these words, Feng Junhou, who was born in Weicheng of Diannong School, blushed.

Indeed, it seemed that I hadn't farmed land for at least ten years.

He squatted down regardless of etiquette and asked:

"My old man is wise! It's because I'm short-sighted. Is the land allocated by the government enough to support the family?"

"Enough is enough! As long as you serve these places with your heart, you will be able to eat more than half of them in the first three years. In this world, do you still want to be full?"

"After these three years, the raw land has become a mature land, so there is no need to worry anymore."

There was hope in the old man's eyes:

"I heard that the Dahan government only collects a tithe. If it is true, even if you pay the tax, you may not only have enough to eat, but also have surplus food..."

Having said that, the old farmer looked at Feng Junhou again:

"My lord, I want to inquire about something, is it possible?"

"My husband, please tell me."

"I heard that in the middle of Sichuan, not only can every family have enough to eat, but they can also have surplus food to raise poultry and livestock. It is simply a prosperous age in the world. I wonder if it is true?"

Looking at the old man who was nearly fifty years old, he had the innocent fantasy of a child on his face, and there was even a bit of pleading in his eyes.

It seems to be praying to Feng Junhou not to break his fantasy.

For some reason, Feng Junhou's chest was agitated:

"Why does the old man think so?"

The old farmer smiled:

"Hey! If the people in the middle of Shu can live in a prosperous age, then our place can be considered to be under the rule of a big man, right?"

As he spoke, he looked towards the ground on the other side, his eyes full of hope:

"At that time, I don't expect to be able to raise some chickens and ducks at home, as long as I can have enough food, that's great!"

"Old man, who did you hear this from?"

"Here, that's what those little dolls said when they measured the land for us."

"The old man believes their words so much?"

Hearing Feng Junhou's words, the old farmer stared and said:

"The land is divided, why don't you believe it?"