Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 1065

Chapter 1065 Can't Farm Feng Junhou

Compared to the state of Wei, 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 ready to take over the power of the prime minister in recent 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 previous lessons learned, 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 Feng, and tied Feng to death.

It can be said that the peace in front of the big man 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 the big man may have a smooth transition.

On the contrary, if Guanzhong is gained and then 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 reassure people, 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 is Feng Junhou who is 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.

"Tap lightly, yes, that's right here, whoops, whoops..."

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

Amei was half-kneeling on the couch, massaging his lower back vigorously.

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

The prescription of the medicine soup was robbed by General Guan from the hands of the goddess, and the effect is not bad.

But no matter how powerful the medicine is, it can't stop 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 man who is hard-pressed has almost become medicine dregs.

"I can't survive, I can't stay in this house."

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

"I will leave the house today."

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

"I left the house, will you follow me?"

Li Mu opened her mouth. Before she could speak, she felt someone coming in from the door. She turned her head to look, and quickly closed her mouth again.

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

"Where is Ah Lang 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 was just in time, and it was day.

Bai Ri is good, Bai Ri.

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

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

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

"Ah Lang wants to go out? My concubine happens to be fine for the past two days, just to accompany me."

"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, out."

Feng Junhou responded subconsciously first, and rolled his eyes 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.

Last year, the war ended in winter, and before we could recover, it was spring plowing again.

Supplying 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, 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 very important.

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

"Where is my brother-in-law?"

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 to 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 older one needs to practice martial arts and read, and the younger 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.

Nurse alone cannot suppress these little devils in the mansion.

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

Amei and Li Mu bowed their heads: Alang originally wanted to take them out...

It's just a concubine with no human rights.

The matter is so decided.

On a sunny 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 is blowing 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. There are a few small red flowers blooming dotted around the field ditch.

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

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

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

"Alang, where are we going?"

"Go over there."

Feng Junhou pointed to the east.

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

Feng Junhou turned to Secretary Zhang and said:

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

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

At this time, she was dressed in a tunic and riding suit, 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.

Praised by Feng Junhou, Zhang Xiaosi was a little dissatisfied:

"It's not enough. It's easy to talk about near Chang'an, but if it's farther away, there's not enough manpower to even re-divide the fields."

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

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 that I can't.

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

The chaos is initially determined, basically in this state.

Support the bold and starve the timid.

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

Rao is so, the entire Yongzhou, except Longyou, there are dozens of counties left, except some key counties.

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

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

When I get to the place, I don't want to be able to create a world, but I just want to gain a firm foothold. No matter who I recommend later, I can basically get approval.

What is a start-up? This is the beginning.

Of course, not without accidents.

In the past few months, there have 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 have a bad intention.

Those three counties were swept again by General Guan himself.

Just the bandits and the rioters captured seven or eight hundred people.

In a fit of rage, Feng Junhou sent them directly to Bingzhou, where there would be a wonderful mine life 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 calms 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 for inspections. I believe that it will not take 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 always 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 is very supportive.

The aftermath is a pain in the ass.

To put it bluntly, years of wars 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 supplies a large amount of transport animal power.

Feng Junhou's idea of mule-to-cartization 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.

The 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 set up 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 on the ground, and Feng Junhou stepped forward to salute:

"This old man invited me."

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

"Don't dare not dare, may I ask what this gentleman is 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 a question:

"Lang Jun is from Shu, right?"

Feng Junhou showed surprise on his 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 much, but it picks 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 we grow wheat in raw land? Let alone plant some beans first, at least we must first plant hardy millet."

"Otherwise, if the wheat is planted and an empty shell is harvested, how will we live next year?"

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

Indeed, it seems that I have not planted 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 it in the first three years. In this world, can you still ask for enough food?"

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

The old man's eyes shone with hope:

"I heard that the government of the Han Dynasty only collects a tithe. If it is true, even if the tax is paid, in the future, you may not only have enough food, 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?"

"Old man, 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 nearly fifty-year-old old man, he had the innocent fantasy of a child on his face, and there was even a bit of pleading in his eyes.

seems to be begging Feng Junhou not to break his fantasy.

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

"Why does my husband 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 regarded as 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."

"Old man believes their words so much?"

When the old farmer heard Feng Junhou's words, he stared and said:

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

He patted his chest: "The title deed is still here! No one can take it away!"

"In other words, everyone hopes to live under the rule of a big man?"

"Whoever gives the land, go with him!"

Really simple!

(end of this chapter)

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