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In Anlu County, in front of the Wei Mansion, there is a bustling city. From the county magistrate to the chief minister, and even the rich and powerful from all over the country and even other counties, when they heard that the "Marquis of Changnan" had returned to his hometown, they all traveled hundreds of miles to visit him. This was a hundred miles. Over the years, Nanjun’s first Guanneihou...

But everyone was blocked from the door. A young man with a handsome face and a weak crown politely bowed to them outside the lintel:

"Everyone, the Marquis of Changnan just came back last night. He traveled thousands of miles and was too tired, so he won't see any guests for the time being. Don't be surprised if you come back."

Everyone was disappointed, but the young man said with a smile:

"But the Marquis of Changnan has always been nostalgic, how could he forget the friendship between the township and party? The day after tomorrow, he will prepare a banquet in the county, and then invite the Anlu elders, misfits, three elders from each township, and doves given by the imperial court. Anyone with a stick can sit down at the table! At that time, the king will have wine and congratulations with the villagers!"

After hearing that the Marquis of Changnan specially hosted a banquet for the people of the county, everyone was full of praise, saying that the Marquis was honorable and would not forget his countrymen. After a while, they dispersed, but some cautiously came forward to ask if they were qualified to participate. The young man patiently asked. One answer.

From the turret in the Wei Mansion, you can see everything happening at the door. Heifu looked at the young man and nodded: "This boy handled it well, not bad."

"Yes, among the disciples from Zhongdi's old group, he is considered the best."

Heifu's brother nodded sincerely: "Li Xian gave birth to a good son, a good tutor, capable of doing things, and a talented person. Hey, to be honest, if Li Cang hadn't got engaged to Dongmen Leopard's daughter, I would have thought I promised Xiaoyue to him."

That young man was Li Xian's son, Li Cang. More than ten years ago, when Hei Fu was still a minor official, he went to Li Xian's house to meet him. Li Cang returned to his hometown to take care of the property. Hei Fu came back to pay a visit. There just happened to be a shortage of people around, so I asked him to help pick up people and take care of things.

The black husband is already in his thirties, and his old subordinates are also in their forties. They used to have great ambitions, but now they have entered middle age, and the younger ones are growing up vigorously. It is time to talk about marriage.

Weiyang's marriage has been decided. Zhang Cang likes Weiyang very much and agrees to marry him a daughter. Zhang Cang is very productive and has many children. He said that Weiyang can choose from seven or eight daughters of the right age, and he will also give him a gift. Books of equal height are used as dowry...

Heifu's niece Xiaoyue has also reached the age of 14, and will soon be of the age of hairpin, ready to get married. There are many people in Anlu asking for marriage, but as Heifu's status becomes more and more prestigious, most of them give up and dare not Mention it again.

This made Zhong a little troubled, so he could only ask Heifu for his opinion and see if there was anyone suitable among his friends and colleagues.

"It's only 14, it's still early."

Heifu shook his head: "It's better to let her go to Nanyang County to stay with Zijin for a while."

He smiled and said: "The women of my Wei family do not have to be virtuous and virtuous, but they do have to learn the ability to control their husbands and keep themselves neither humble nor arrogant."

The two of them got off the turret and walked to the hall. As they walked, Zhong, as a farmer from Anlu County, kept telling Heifu about the situation of local grain production.

"The weather has been good in the past few years, and Nanjun has had good harvests year after year. The warehouses are full of millet. A lot of cattle and horses have been transported from the north. Several of them are divided into each village, so that every family can take turns using the cattle to plow the land, and the field officials have taught them how to fertilize and irrigate. ...The people said, this is all thanks to you, brother Zhong, and thanks to my family."

There was pride in his words, he was an honest man, and he had no big ambitions. His family was prosperous and was second to none in Nan County. He was not only wealthy but also respected by others. He was satisfied.

From his brother's account, Heifu learned that in addition to the public toilets built by the government, many private toilets had sprung up in Anlu County. Those toilet owners will also hire special people to clean them, mainly to collect feces. Industrial and commercial enterprises in Anlu County will also use toilets or excrement buckets to excrete, and then carry it out to people who specialize in collecting excrement the next morning. The excrement will be used in public fields or sold to farmers, which is also considered a new industry.

The situation is similar in Gangneung City. In addition, there are more waterwheels, waterwheels and other machinery on almost every river. The people of Nanjun, whose life is slightly better than before, can also grind rice into powder in the mill and make rice noodles for consumption. It has become a common practice.

After more than ten years, Nanjun, which had hundreds of years of development foundation in the Chu State and had waterways extending in all directions, has become a relatively developed agricultural region in the country, with annual grain output comparable to that of large counties in the Central Plains.

This also made Nanjun the most important place for exporting military supplies during the Southern Expedition to Baiyue...

"The year before last, a total of 80,000 people passed through Nanjun to Changsha, and then went to Lingnan to garrison. The food and clothing of these people were provided by Nanjun and Changsha."

What I am talking about is the west route of the three-pronged army, which has 40,000 soldiers and 40,000 civilians. The troops and horses are fed, clothed and chewed. Including the losses along the way, at least 2 million stones of grain and fodder are needed every year!

Even though Nanjun is rich, after two years, there is not much warehouse left. Now the south has suffered a defeat, but the garrison is still there. This year's military rations, Nanjun is no longer able to bear alone, and I am afraid it will have to be transported from Bashu and Nanyang.

His words became worried: "Our field officials and warehouse officials are complaining constantly, and the people are also complaining. Not only are grains being requisitioned, the oral taxes are increasing day by day, but also because every time grain is transported, villagers are often recruited to work, and even more Many of their children died in last year’s defeat..."

Hei Fu was helpless: "No wonder my mother was a little angry when she heard that I was returning this time to continue my southern expedition."

Their mother was already gray-haired, and she was originally very happy that her most accomplished second son was back, but when she heard that he was going to continue the war, she suddenly became gloomy.

"Didn't I say that the world has been unified? Can't we live a good life? Why do we have to fight? Every three days, our former neighbors come over and cry, saying that their children died in the dense forest in the south, and even the bones cannot be returned! Zhongzi, although you are rich and famous, You may be old, but you can’t forget your roots.”

The mother raised her hands, which were calloused hands.

"We are also ordinary people in Guizhou!"

After saying that, she angrily went to the vegetable garden and continued to take care of the fruits, vegetables, chickens and ducks. This was the only hobby of the old man.

Heifu had no choice but to tell the "Sugar Woman" that it was not him who caused this war, but the greedy desires of the young officials, merchants and southern military landlords. It was sweet cane sugar...

Plantations, sugar, slaves, slave-catching teams, and wars, Black Fu couldn't help but be speechless when he returned to Nan County.

This is not Jianghuai, it has clearly become the South of the United States!

Heifu had been away for too long, and he didn't expect that the little seed he planted would grow into a greedy monster so quickly. When the sugar industry was absorbed by the government and integrated with the military machinery, more slaves were captured, more plantations were opened, and more brown sugar was produced to make money for the government, which actually became one of the reasons for starting a war.

In addition to the leadership of the Shaofu, the class that supports the war the most is the military landlords who own a large amount of land but lack slaves. They are the people Hei Fu will entertain in the future. However, the ideas of this group of people have already arisen. A 180-degree turn...

Yan, the biggest brown sugar dealer in the world and Heifu's cousin, was pacing anxiously in the hall. When he saw Heifu coming, he hurriedly came forward to pay his respects.

"My brother has met the king."

"No need to be polite, I asked you to inquire about the matter. Can I ask clearly?"

Heifu never fights an unprepared battle. Naturally, he wanted to send someone to investigate the attitude of Nanjun's military landlord.

Yan said: "I have sent people to inquire secretly. Most of the landowners with more than ten hectares of land in Nanjun are unwilling to fight anymore."

"oh?"

Heifu sneered: "When the war started two years ago, weren't they very supportive and gearing up, saying that they would lead their children into battle, with prisoners on their left and heads on their right?"

Not only this group of military meritorious landowners, Yan was also jumping up and down at that time, writing letters to persuade Heifu to support the southern expedition.

Yan Qian smiled and said: "We are short-sighted. Who knew Baiyue would be so difficult to defeat and it would take so long..."

Heifu chuckled in his heart: "What a false enthusiasm for war!"

Two years ago, the reason why people in Nanjun, from officials to people to ordinary soldiers, supported the war one after another was not because of how brave they were. Instead, he believed that this was a devastating battle that lasted only a short time and would not affect his family's livelihood. He could also gain a large amount of benefits, merit, and slaves in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, this is obviously an illusion. The empire is waging war on all sides, which not only requires the use of government finances, but also the extraction of people's wealth and manpower.

As the war prolongs, food becomes scarce, prices soar, and wealth shrinks. It is inevitable that the longer the war lasts, the more alarming it will be in extracting people's wealth. In addition, bad news continues to come back from the front, and people who have paid for the war The sacrifices are getting bigger and bigger.

Once huge sacrifices are made, the enthusiasm of those who originally supported the war ends there.

So Heifu could already guess what the villagers would say to him in the future.

"I must say that the southern expedition is inconvenient, but please give up the expedition to Baiyue!"

But this is obviously impossible. Qin Shihuang no longer cares about the investment in the war and the casualties of soldiers and civilians. He only cares about one thing:

The face of the empire!

In the Jieshi Palace, a serious conflict broke out between Hei Fu and Qin Shihuang. After several games between the emperor and his ministers, he relented and changed the time from the almost impossible half a year to two years. How could we expect the emperor to change his mind and call off the conquest of Baiyue?

The trouble now is that if he wants to clean up this mess, Heifu will have to rely on the strength of the people of Nanjun.

But now, no matter military achievements, titles, or even slaves or benefits after the war, they can no longer attract the people of Nanjun. They just want to cease the war and resume the prosperous and happy life they had two years ago...

While he was thinking about it, Li Cang came to report that a guest wanted to see Hei Fu.

"Didn't you say you won't see guests for the time being?"

Heifu had no intention of revealing his plans to anyone.

Li Cang lowered his head and said, "But the one who came here is the Prime Minister of Dongting County! I once heard my father say that the relationship between the prince and him will never be violated."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!?"

Hei Fu looked surprised, and immediately stood up and walked out the door. The lintels of the Wei Mansion were opened one after another, and finally there was the thick red painted main door.

A thin, elderly official stood in front of the door with his sleeves rolled up. He was still the same as before, wearing a miter and a black ribbon and a bronze seal. However, his beard had a lot of gray in it and his face was slightly thinner. After all, he had just recovered from a serious illness. , just rescued from hell by a doctor.

The county magistrate is only a six hundred stone official, which is nothing compared to the black husband who was granted the title of marquis and worshiped as a general...

But the dignified Marquis Changnan bowed solemnly to him. Heifu respected this man no less than Qin Shi Huangdi!

This country was finally unified perhaps because of the courage and determination of one emperor through the ages.

But as noble as the First Emperor of Qin, he is just a mortal standing on the top of a huge building. Those who see it are far away because they are called by climbing high; those who hear it are clear because they are called by the wind.

That howling wind is the desire of the people of the world to unify and end the war. It is the trend of the times that no one can stop!

The huge building under the emperor's feet was built with 30 million Guizhou soldiers, and was held together by thousands of unknown, hard-working "Qin officials"!

They are the bricks and mortar of the empire and the cornerstone of civilization.

Hei Fu solemnly bowed to the visitor:

"Xijun, long time no see!"

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