Farmer of Shu Han

After sending Zhao Guang away, Feng Yong began to recall how later generations planted sugar cane and squeezed sugar cane into sucrose.

After writing, writing and drawing for two days, after writing down all the processes, Feng Yong sighed while holding the drawings.

After confirming that Dahan is suitable for growing sugarcane and that the only place where sugarcane can be grown is Nanzhong, after the tea incident, Feng Yong once again complained about the Nanzhong Rebellion.

It's okay, are you so full of mess? It can't be a climate, alas, it really doesn't make people feel safe.

Of course, there is good news.

After Zhuge Qiao came here last time, after a while, he directly sent someone to bring straws of all ages over.

Although the person who came did not tell Feng Yong, Feng Yong could guess. It is estimated that these straws were collected from the unnaturalized refugees around Nanzheng.

It seems that Zhuge Qiao didn't patronize the distribution of food and grass in Hanzhong, and he also grasped a lot of local conditions on weekdays.

As for how it was harvested, and what would happen to those refugees after they ran out of straw, Feng Yong didn't bother to care about it—anyway, he didn't grab it himself, so what does it have to do with him?

Besides, when farming in Hanzhong, you have never been asked to hand over a grain of grain, that is, now, let me take some straw from you, what's the matter? What's the matter?

If you are not convinced, go to the household registration and pay the grain and tax. In this case, you are big men and people. According to Zhuge old demon's temper, Zhuge Qiao probably wouldn't dare to grab it.

Since you are afraid of paying food and taxes and don't want to register for household registration, then if something goes wrong, who will care about your life and death?

Anyway, Feng Yong doesn't care, at least for now, because he can't control it if he wants to.

The sun at the end of autumn was a bit warm, and Lu Laozu was half lying on the small mound at the intersection, basking in the sun with his eyes squinted.

In recent days, there have been people wandering around the camp.

These people, at the beginning, followed the carts delivering straw, and they didn't dare to approach the camp, only dared to spy from a distance.

Their clothes are very tattered, and many of them even wear thatch woven coir raincoats. It can be seen that they are all wild people living in the world.

"They are all poor people." Lu Laozu murmured.

"How many people in the world are not pitiful?" The lame old man lying next to Old Lu continued, "If we hadn't met the master, I'm afraid it would not be much better to follow them."

"Maybe I can be stronger, anyway, I rolled down on the battlefield. If you are in a hurry, you can do some free business with a knife."

Old soldier Lu yawned, as if enjoying the autumn sun very much.

"Then they haven't been driven to a dead end." The lame man looked at the faint figures looming in the distance, "Tell me, how long can they endure?"

"I guess it can last for a month. I heard that the winter in Hanzhong is not as cold as that in Nanzhong. I don't know if it can freeze people to death."

"I'm afraid it's too late when people freeze to death. Why don't they understand why they have to suffer like this?"

"It's not necessarily that there are people who don't understand, it's just that they are used to being comfortable, and they are not forced to the end. Who doesn't want to keep taking advantage? Besides, after getting a household registration, they will be controlled. Who knows if they will be safe? Just like the original decision to follow Master, aren't we also guilty?"

The two were talking about some confusing things when they saw a group of people coming along the main road from the direction of Nanzheng.

"Dare to ask the old man, the front is ruled by Wei Cheng of the Diannong School in Hanzhong?"

There were seven or eight people who came, and the leader was a young man riding a horse. Seeing two old men standing at the intersection, he quickly got off his horse and bowed his hands in greeting.

Lu Laozu and Lao Lai turned their sides to show that they did not dare to accept the ceremony, with a smile on their faces: "That's right. Dare I ask who is your lord?"

Going down this intersection, it only leads to the camp. This pedestrian can basically determine his destination when he walks here.

"Please tell the elder to send a message to Feng Langjun, saying that Huo Yi, the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgy, is visiting."

"It turned out to be Huo Jianling, please hurry up, the master has already said that as long as Huo Jianling comes, just go ahead. Huo Jianling, please come with this old servant."

The happier Old Man Lu smiled, the scarier the scar on his face became.

"Dare to ask who is the old man's master?"

Although Huo Yi heard that the scarred old man in front of him claimed to be an old servant, but behind the gate, he could tell at a glance that this was an old soldier with blood on his hands.

"The host is exactly Feng Langjun that Huo Jianling said."

"Okay, then I'll trouble the old man." Huo Yi said with a smile, "This is the right person to ask."

Old Pawn Lu immediately asked someone to notify the master's house first, and then he took Huo Yi to the camp.

Following Lu Laozu all the way, Huo Yi saw many people busy around the camp, and most of them were Qiang people.

However, whether it was feeding cattle and sheep, cutting firewood and carrying firewood, or moving things, there was order in each of them without a trace of chaos.

Immediately, he couldn't help but secretly marveled, and couldn't help asking: "Who is so powerful that he can make Hu people so obedient? I see that most of these Qiang people are women, but they seem to be in the army. It's really weird!"

Hearing this, Lu Laozu narrowed his eyes with a smile, as if the words were just a compliment to him.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Huo Lang, this kind of planning is exactly from the hands of the master."

Although he had guessed for a long time, Huo Yi still couldn't help but marvel when he heard the old pawn in front of him admit it: "I heard that Feng Langjun has the name of a young hero, and the actions of these Qiang people in front of me can be seen to be true."

"What's so strange about this?"

It was rare for him to show his face in front of the nobleman, Lu Laozu boasted: "This method is also simple. It just divides the Qiang people into teams according to their heads, each team has its own captain, and assigns work on weekdays. Just talk to the captain. As for how to do it, that is a matter for their own discussion. If you do well, you can eat a full stomach, and if you don’t do it well, you will eat half full. Thinking about the Qiang people, how could they eat their stomachs in the past? Do you have to fight for your life?"

Isn't this somewhat similar to the rank system?

Huo Yi was startled, but at the same time he thought, if Huangzhuang did the same thing, divided into multiple teams, each competing with each other, each with rewards and punishments, wouldn't it be faster than working together as a group in the past?

"Oh! I've been waiting for Huo Jianling for a long time! If I hadn't been inseparable, I would have gone to visit Huo Jianling a long time ago!"

Feng Yong, who got the news, stood at the gate of the camp, smiling and bowing to Huo Yi who came over.

"How dare you let Feng Langjun come to visit?"

Huo Yi saw a young gentleman standing at the gate of the camp, and when he heard him say this, he understood in his heart that it seemed that this was the right person for his trip.

"I am able to get the position of supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Corporation. It is thanks to Feng Langjun. I have not thanked Feng Langjun for this matter."

"It's His Majesty's wisdom, and that's why Hanzhong Metallurgy was established. In addition, Huo Jianling won His Majesty's favor, and it has nothing to do with me."

Feng Yong didn't dare to take the credit, though, the Zhuye Supervisor was brought back to life by himself, and the establishment of Hanzhongye was also because of the eight ox plows he donated.

But in front of A Dou's confidantes, it's better for the emperor to talk about this kind of credit.

"Your Majesty is naturally wise, but Feng Langjun also made great efforts inside. Your Majesty also praised Feng Langjun several times in the palace!"

I thought Huo Yi was the only protagonist among the pedestrians, but I never thought that a person standing behind Huo Yi would suddenly interject.

Although the words were good, the voice made some people uncomfortable and was too sharp.

"Who is this?"

"Slave Huang Hao, who is currently serving as the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgy, I will ask Feng Langjun for advice in the future."

The visitor performed a blessing.

Nima!

Feng Yongdeng subconsciously wanted to find Guan Ji.

There is no other reason, because Guan Ji always carries a long knife on her body, and now Feng Yong wants to stab the guy named Huang Hao to death with the knife!

In the later period of the Shu Han Dynasty, the country was exhausted and the people were exhausted. Apart from Jiang Wei's excessive use of troops and A Dou who only cared about pleasure, there was another person who had to bear a lot of responsibility.

That is the eunuch in front of him who claims to be Huang Hao.

Exclusively upholding the government, playing with power, eliminating dissidents, and turning the court into a smoky place, even Jiang Wei was too scared to go back to Jincheng because of this Huang Hao.

"It turned out to be Huang Jiancheng, forgive me for being blind, I'm rude, I'm rude!"

Although Feng Yong's eyes flickered and he really wanted to kill this guy, he had to forcefully greet him with a smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, speaking of it, the slave girl didn't report to Feng Langjun in advance, and came here boldly, and please Feng Langjun don't mind."

Huang Hao half covered his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.

Slave your sister's maid, dead eunuch!

Feng Yongqiang said with a smile: "Huang Jianling is in the palace. I think he must be a celebrity in front of His Majesty's eyes. Feng Yong is too late to welcome him. Why would he mind? The two of you please."

Letting guests stand outside is not the way to treat guests. Although the inside is also crude, after these days of hard work, I finally made some desks and stools.

"The place is shabby, I hope you two don't mind."

Feng Yong said apologetically, welcoming people into the big thatched hut that was regarded as a meeting hall, and sitting down as host and guest.

"It's easy to say. Now Hanzhong, where is it not a grassroots? Even in Nanzheng City, it is not much better."

Huo Yi naturally didn't care about the poor conditions, but Huang Hao sat there calmly, without any unnatural look, and echoed with a smile, "Everyone is working for His Majesty, Feng Langjun, please don't be polite. "

No wonder this guy was able to gain Adou's trust in the future, he never left His Majesty, and at least on the surface, for the sake of Adou, he didn't even care about such a hard condition.

"What Huang Jiancheng said is good, everyone is for His Majesty. Then I will be blunt. Here I dare to ask, how much land is allocated to the Huangzhuang in Hanzhong?"

"Your Majesty will take the lead in reclaiming Hanzhong, so it is natural to put in more effort, so naturally the enclosed land is a bit more, about a thousand hectares or so."

A thousand hectares, isn't that a lot? About how many acres?

Feng Yong counted with his fingers, and suddenly looked at Huo Yi with wide eyes.

Huo Yi bowed his head to drink water in embarrassment.

Nima!

This Dude has such a big appetite, a whole hundred thousand mu!

How much land can be cultivated in Hanzhong?

Feng Yong thought about it hard again. At that time, he drew a map of Hanzhong for a semester at the university, and the records seemed to be about 200,000 square kilometers?

Is this data right?

Forget it, even if this data is discounted, there are still 1.5 million hectares. It seems that A Dou's occupation is not too much!

In addition, this era is definitely not comparable to the farming technology of later generations, so just erase the odds, a million hectares, um, a thousand hectares is not too much for a million hectares, no wonder the old demon Zhuge agreed A Douquan is such a big place.

After all, he is the emperor, and he started reclamation from scratch, and took away the Zhuyejian that originally belonged to other people's income, so giving so much probably meant compensation.

It’s just that this A Dou seems to be quite good at doing business. Seeing that Supervisor Zhuye couldn’t get it back, he could think of setting up a Hanzhong Metallurgy in Hanzhong, and took this opportunity to enclose such a large piece of land. , this mind can!

But when Feng Tubie thought of himself, his heart suddenly became unbalanced.

My cheap father worked so hard to get 600 mu of land, and I worked so hard to get 500 mu of land... How can this be reasonable?

"Two days ago, I got a letter from the palace, saying that it was about the matter of Huangzhuang, and I still need Feng Langjun to give me more guidance. Whether the servants can complete the explanation in the palace still depends on Feng Langjun."

Huo Yi was embarrassed to speak, but Huang Hao opened his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.

Well, not long after Guan Ji came back, you got a letter from the palace. It seems that the empress spoke in all likelihood.

"How can there be any advice or no advice?" Feng Yong immediately regained his energy, and said tentatively in a low voice, "It's just that I can't listen to the palace's explanations, right? How can this help Huang Jiancheng?"

Huang Hao covered his mouth and smiled again: "What the queen told me, but it is clear that Feng Langjun can do it."

Sure, it's about the ranch.

Feng Yongjie smiled: "The queen has an order, how dare the villain not obey?"

Huo Yi coughed lightly, and said, "What the Empress means is that the thousand hectares of land in Huangzhuang is not enough for Feng Langjun's ranch? If it is not enough, you can think of another way."

One hundred thousand acres of grassland?

Feng Yong's heart trembled, this star color is really magnificent!

At the beginning, I said in my letter that I wanted to use a little land in Huangzhuang to grow fodder to feed cattle and sheep. I never thought that the queen would sell 100,000 mu of land, so Feng Tubie was terrified on the spot.

Why did Feng Yong have to borrow Huangzhuang's land to grow alfalfa? Isn't it because of the damn farming policy of the feudal society?

When I was in Jincheng, if I wanted to use a little bit of arable land to plant tea seedlings, I would be fined. If I used it to grow grass, wouldn't I be sprayed to death?

People don't care what kind of grass you plant, let alone what you plant it for!

Anyway, not farming well is a heinous crime!

As for the use of Huangzhuang, it is different. Hanzhong Metallurgy, to put it bluntly, is a department dedicated to supplying the royal family. What people plant and how to supply them are all private matters of the royal family, and no one else can control them.

Back then, during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to feed the imperial horses, didn't they still open up a special place to grow alfalfa?

Now Hanzhong Metallurgy, in order to raise cattle and sheep for the royal family's ranch, what's the matter with planting some fodder? What's the matter?

"It won't take so much!"

Feng Yong hastily waved his hands, and at the same time thought to himself, if he really wanted to use a hundred thousand mu of land to grow alfalfa, the old demon Zhuge might cut himself alive? Even if Zhang Xingcai is the queen, this reputation will probably be affected, right?

"Feng Lang-jun, don't worry. This Huangzhuang can be flat or sloping. It can be changed if it hasn't been cultivated yet."

Oh, I see, it seems that everyone has not escaped the blind thinking of barbarians grazing grass, and thinks that even if Feng Yong's pasture has green materials, it is probably not small.

If Huangzhuang has sloping land, it is not a waste.

I was threatened today... I was frightened. I thought about adding an update today, but it was too late, so I will add it tomorrow.