Farmer of Shu Han

"Brother, why are you in a daze here?"

Feng Yongzheng was immersed in his emotional world and couldn't extricate himself, Zhao Guang's voice suddenly sounded, pulling him back to the real world.

Feng Yong wiped the corners of his eyes, um, they were dry, not wet.

"Oh, I was thinking of something."

"Why are you thinking so engrossed?"

Zhao Guang came over very gossip.

"Erlang, I want to ask you something." Feng Yong hesitated for a while, as if he was organizing his words, and he continued after a while, "If I say, I mean if, one day, the barbarians and barbarians from all over the world will come to me Central Plains, slaughter my Han people, what should you do?"

Zhao Guang laughed and said, "Why is my brother suffering from hysteria again? How could this day come to pass? Hu Yi from all directions are all concubines of the Han Dynasty. How dare you do this?"

"What if? What if?" Feng Yong asked without giving up, "Then Nanzhong, isn't Liao Man the opposite?"

"What if?" Zhao Guang thought for a while, and said indifferently, "Whoever dares to offend the Han will be killed, isn't it over? Besides, Nanzhong is a barren land at all. What kind of Central Plains is it? How many brothers are there? Think about it."

Fuck! Your tone is so awesome! However, I like it!

Feng Yong laughed and gave a thumbs up.

In the past few days, the capital city has been a little lively. The cause of the incident was that a few days ago, His Majesty, who had always been a good baby, issued an edict: I remember the achievements of the ministers in the past, and I want to reward the nobles with the land of Hanzhong.

According to everyone's understanding, the emperor had just ascended to the Great Treasure and wanted to win people's hearts, so he wanted to find a reason to reward us. But it was still too thoughtless. I didn’t expect that there was no more land in Sichuan, and finally tried to use the dilapidated place in Hanzhong to deceive us!

What is that place in Hanzhong? Apart from the big soldiers led by Wei Hanzhong, how many people are there left? Besides, the land there has been deserted for so long, and if you want to re-cultivate it, will it take three to five years? No one opens up wasteland, no one farms the land, and they still have to pay for food. Your Majesty, isn't he trying to trick us?

So while the decree had not yet been finalized, some old ministers ran to His Majesty the Emperor crying poorly, saying, Your Majesty, this is not right! We all fought so hard with the late emperor to conquer such a small country, you can't treat us like this!

His Majesty the Emperor was also very embarrassed, saying that it's not like you don't know, how can I be in charge of the current state affairs? Isn't it all Xiangfu's idea? Of course, how could such a wise person as Xiangfu be so confused? Someone must have whispered in his ear. Do you want to persuade Xiangfu to change his mind?

At the same time, a certain emperor was secretly proud in his heart: let you, a cunning villain, rob me of my sister-in-law again!

When most people heard this, they were immediately shocked. But there were also one or two who relied on their seniority status and actually went to the Prime Minister's Mansion. For example, Liu Yan, the Marquis of Duxiang, is considered to be Liu Bei's surname and clan, and his status is second only to Li Yan. He himself is very ostentatious and likes extravagance and luxury. Now that he comes out like this, doesn't it make him bleed? With less money, how can I support the dozens of young and beautiful maidservants in the mansion?

Seeing Liu Yan crying there with snot and tears, Zhuge Liang was extremely bored and told him to get out of here.

Lao Tzu here earnestly persuades everyone to be frugal, but you give me night and night singing, isn’t that slapping me in the face? If it weren't for the fact that you were a veteran of the late emperor all your life, and you were of the same clan as the late emperor, I would have done you a long time ago!

Liu Yan, who failed to sympathize with him, was kicked out of the prime minister's mansion just like that. After hearing the news, all the civil servants were gnashing their teeth. What the hell kind of bastard gave the prime minister such a bad idea of ​​having a son without PY?

Compared to Wenchen who pushed a representative like Liu Yan to go to the prime minister to wipe his tears and beg for sympathy, military generals are much more low-key. Those who feel that they have status may be rewarded by the emperor. A wind, I asked if this matter is settled like this? Is there any possibility of turning around? As for going to the Prime Minister's Mansion, they absolutely dare not.

Zhao Yun, who is now the leader of the largest army, sneered at them, saying that the prime minister is so fair and strict, when did he cheat his own people? If you really don't want it, wait until the edict comes down, don't regret it!

All the generals heard General Zhao's words from the Zhao Mansion, and they all thought about it secretly. Listening to General Zhao's meaning, it seems that there is something good in it? But what seems to be a blood loss, how can it be beneficial? Wouldn't it be a smart person like the prime minister who wants to exploit the hard-earned money of reckless people like himself?

When Feng Yong got the news from Zhao Guang, he was so scared that he almost peed!

Zhuge old demon wants to trick me again?

That's right, he came up with the idea, but what about Ba Niuli? What about those captives? There are no eight ox plows, no captives, and the reclamation of wasteland in Hanzhong is to trap the heroes. On the contrary, with Ba Niulu and captives, it is for the benefit of the heroes! If two necessary and sufficient conditions are missing, then the conclusion is the opposite, understand? Have you ever done a math argument?

According to the current situation, those people know that he came up with this idea, and it would be better to say that they will die without a burial!

So, this time, I want to save myself again?

Feng Tubie expressed his sadness.

The time soon came to the time when the rice was ripe, Feng Tubie still couldn't think of a way out, so he had to stay in his mansion every day, unwilling to leave Zhuangzi any more.

Feng Zhuang's bumper harvest this year is a foregone conclusion. In the first half of the year, there was a big ripening of wheat in Sichuan, and in the second half of the year, there was a big ripening of millet in Fengzhuang.

Seeing that the millet is not only much taller than other people's homes, but even the ears of the grain are bigger, fuller, and drooping more than others, the farmers in Fengzhuang laugh every day.

In particular, the land sprinkled with farmyard manure has been privately regarded by farmers as grain seeds for the next year, so they almost didn't put up a fence to enclose it. Not only are there people squatting and watching in the field during the day, but at night, two dogs are tied to watch on the field—for fear that people from other villages will steal their treasures.

Feng Yong sneered at the behavior of his farmer, but at the same time he was very interested in the harvest ceremony of the Han Dynasty.

Unlike later generations who saw their own crops mature and harvested them directly, harvesting crops at this time is a very solemn thing. Maybe it is the reason for the lack of food?

A few days before the crops are ripe, the housekeeper will go to someone to count the days, to see which day is suitable for opening the scythe, and then invite a few witches and wizards to dance on the field, that's right. , in Feng Yong’s eyes, it’s just dancing—although the housekeeper said it was asking God.

After they finished dancing, Feng Yong, who was the host, began to appear on the stage. He held up the torch tied with orange poles, circled the field, and finally picked up the sickle to cut off the first grain, indicating that the harvest had officially begun.

The farmers behind them rushed into the rice field holding their sickles, bent down and began to harvest the rice.

The first piece of land harvested by Fengzhuang this year is the key protected area, which will be the grain seed for the whole village next year. The sooner it is harvested and stored in the sun at home, the sooner it will be at ease.