Chapter 1064 Junhou Feng who doesn’t know how to farm
Compared to the Wei State, which had to first think about fighting for power in times of crisis, the Han Dynasty seemed much quieter.
Both the Chancellor and the Emperor have been ready to take over the power of the Prime Minister's Office in recent years.
Li Ping, the only one who can suppress Adou in name, has been suppressed by the prime minister for many years and cannot hold his head high.
Adou has a woman standing behind him. With the previous lessons, it is impossible to release Li Ping again.
Before his death, the prime minister personally wrote a memorial to propose marriage to the royal family for Feng, and tied Feng to death.
It can be said that the calmness in front of Da Han's eyes took nearly ten years to arrange.
As long as Feng Junhou can stabilize the newly recovered Guanzhong and prevent the front line from affecting the rear.
Then it will be possible for Dahan to make a smooth transition.
On the contrary, if Guanzhong is gained and lost again, the Han Dynasty may not only face the situation of the Battle of Yiling for the second time, but may even lose Longyou and even Liangzhou.
This point was clearly understood by the two women standing behind Adou and Feng Junhou.
So Adou not only sent angels to Guanzhong as quickly as possible to calm people's hearts, but also formally agreed to the marriage between Feng Junhou and the Zhang family's young lady.
Even the Guan family, who were involved and had a lot to do with the matter, did not raise any objection at this critical moment.
At present, not only the Han and Wei countries are walking on thin ice, but also the various 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 his inspection tour, and Zhang Xiaosi, who came from Liangzhou, finally faced off against each other.
Although the two of them still called each other affectionately like sisters as before, in fact, only Feng Junhou knew the changes best.
"Tap, tap, yes, right, right here, oops, oops..."
Feng Junhou was lying on the couch, moaning and groaning.
Amei was half-kneeling on the couch, massaging his lower back vigorously.
Li Mu was holding the boiled Dali Kidney Decoction, blowing it gently, and sometimes putting it into Feng Junhou's mouth.
The prescription for the medicinal decoction was robbed by General Guan from the goddess of heaven, and the effect is quite good.
However, no matter how powerful the medicine is, it cannot stop the fierce tigers and cunning foxes in your house.
Anyway, these days, Feng Junhou has been tortured by the tiger girl and the fox girl in turn, and the iron man has almost turned into a scum.
“I can’t survive. I can’t stay in this house.”
Feng Junhou drank the last mouthful of the medicinal soup and complained incessantly:
“I will leave the house today.”
Putting his head on Li Mu's lap, Feng Junhou closed his eyes and asked:
“I have left the house, will you follow me?”
Li Mu opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she felt someone coming in from the corner of her eyes. She turned around and quickly closed her mouth again.
General Guan walked to the couch, bent down, leaned into Feng Junhou’s ear, and whispered:
“Where is Alang going?”
"You 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 again?”
Feng Junhou was chattering and looked outside subconsciously.
The sun is just right, it is daytime.
Bai Ri is good, Bai Ri.
“I heard that Alang had no appetite for breakfast today, and I was worried, so I came back to have a look.”
General Guan's face was rosy, like a flower carrying dewdrops in the morning, unbridledly blooming with the **** charming charm of her age.
General Guan held down the sword hanging on his waist with his left hand and said softly:
"Alang wants to go out? I have nothing to do these two days, so I just want to accompany you."
“Going out?”
"Yes, let's go out." General Guan looked at Feng Junhou innocently, "When I was at the door just now, I heard Alang saying that he wanted to go out."
“Oh, yes, yes, going out.”
Feng Junhou responded subconsciously and rolled his eyes a few times:
"Isn't it the end of April? It's the time to plant millet in Guanzhong, so I want to go out to inspect and supervise the cultivation."
General Guan nodded:
“Alang is right, farming is a big deal and should not be taken lightly.”
The spring plowing in Guanzhong this year was actually not very good.
the reason is simple.
The war ended only at the beginning of winter last year, and before I could catch my breath, spring plowing began again.
Supplying the Guanzhong army with food and grass is a huge expense.
In addition, a large army will be sent to quell Shangdang.
You should also pay attention to the famine among the people and provide seeds to the people...
After all the planting, even with Dongfeng Express and Longyou Hanzhong’s grain 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 to survive the winter this year.
“Where are you going, brother-in-law?”
Zhang Xingyi walked in from the door and saw the people in the room, his face full of vigilance.
It was as if the people in front of her were about to elope and she caught them.
Feng Junhou lay back on the couch and sighed:
“Go to inspect the summer plowing.”
"I also need to go!"
"Okay, okay, you go too." Feng Junhou said weakly, "Then who will take care of the children at home?"
There are six children, big and small. The older ones need to practice martial arts and literacy, while the younger ones have to be looked after carefully.
There is also a lucky Ashun. When his teeth are growing, he will grab the dog's tail and bite it whenever the adults don't pay attention.
Just the wet nurse cannot suppress these little devils in the house.
The two ladies looked at each other, and then looked at the two concubines in tacit understanding.
Amei and Li Mu bowed their heads: Alang was originally going to take them out...
It’s just that concubines have no human rights.
That's how it was 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 blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo's call comes 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 beside the fields and ditches. They seem very light, so light that they are almost lonely. Especially when set against the surrounding dense green, they look even more late-flowering.
The wheat in the fields turned light yellow unconsciously, seeming to announce the arrival of the harvest.
Unfortunately, such scenery is rare. Most of them are bare fields without crops.
However, there are quite a few farmers working in the fields.
“Alang, where are we going?”
“Go over there.”
Feng Junhou pointed to the east.
The group of people walked along the official road. Whenever there was a cultivated field, there would always be farmers busy.
Feng Junhou turned to Secretary Zhang and said:
“The farming near Chang’an seems to be doing well.”
Secretary Zhang has learned to ride a horse long ago in Liangzhou.
At this time, she was wearing a girdle riding uniform, disguised as a man like General Guan.
Just because she doesn’t have much experience, 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 it near Chang'an, but further away, there aren't enough people to even re-divide the fields."
“Also, as long as you are far away from the army, there are many rebels and bandits. The county magistrates and magistrates we send out sometimes lack manpower and need to go into battle to kill the bandits ourselves.”
It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s that I can’t do it.
Like the current situation, you want to collect local taxes quickly, unless you give up some grassroots power to local snakes and entrust them with help.
The initial chaos is basically this state.
Suffice the bold to death and starve the timid to death.
This is also the reason why Feng Junhou worked hard to train low-level officials.
Even so, in the entire Yongzhou, excluding Longyou, there are dozens of counties left, except for some key counties.
For the rest, we can basically only appoint a county magistrate to go there, and for those who are closer, we can send twenty or thirty guards, and for those who are further away, we can only send thirty or fifty guards at most.
As for the county captain or something like that, there is none, nothing.
When you get to a place, you don’t want to be able to carve out a niche, but just want to have a firm foothold. No matter who you recommend later, they will basically be approved.
What is grassroots innovation? This is grassroots creation.
Of course, it is not without surprises.
In the past few months, there has been no news about the new county magistrates in three counties. No one has been seen alive or dead.
General Guan Guan has been leading troops on patrol outside in the past few months precisely because he needs to deter those with bad intentions.
Those three counties were swept again by General Guan personally leading his troops.
The bandits alone captured seven or eight hundred people in disorder.
Feng Junhou was so angry that he sent them directly to Bingzhou, where a wonderful life in the mines would be waiting for them.
Hearing Secretary Zhang’s words, General Guan had already spoken before Feng Junhou opened his mouth:
“There is insufficient food and grass. The most important thing at the moment is to ensure that General Zhenbei has enough food and grass to pacify Shangdang’s army.”
“Otherwise, many of the generals under the monarch, each leading one or two thousand people, will patrol various places. I believe that it will not take half a year to restore peace to Guanzhong for a long time.”
Grain roads between Guanzhong and Hanzhong, Hanzhong and Jincheng are still too restricted.
Obviously there is a large amount of grain that can be transported from Jiangzhou to Jingzhou, but the grain shipped from Hanzhong to Guanzhong has always been in a tight situation.
Feng Junhou sighed:
"You can't just rely on Hanzhong and Longyou. Otherwise, the grain road in Hanzhong will be difficult to pass, and Longyou will have to raise horses."
“If too much grain is transferred from Longyou, it may affect the horse farms in Longyou.”
Eating so much territory in one go seemed very satisfying, but now I feel extremely stretched.
The aftermath is a headache.
To put it bluntly, years of war have led to a sharp decline in population and created too much arable land.
In addition, the Han Dynasty had leading farming tools and farming technology.
There is also a relatively developed animal husbandry industry, which provides a large amount of livestock power for transportation.
Feng Junhou’s idea of mule support back then had no chance of being applied to the battlefield, but now it has been used for post-war recovery.
Horse and mule teams 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 maintain the situation in Guanzhong.
The group followed the official road all the way east until they came to a stop 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 Ba River for a long distance, I saw an old farmer on the edge of the field. Feng Junhou stepped forward and saluted:
“This old man invites you.”
The old farmer who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and resting, opened his eyes and saw the extraordinary-looking Feng Junhou and others. He stood up quickly:
“I don’t dare, may I ask, what does this gentleman do for you?”
Feng Junhou pointed to the ground under his feet and asked:
“These lands belong to my husband’s own family?”
Hearing this, the old farmer showed a smile on his face and said repeatedly:
“Exactly, exactly! The government just allocated the land this year!”
Feng Junhou pointed to the empty field:
“My father-in-law is planning to grow millet, not wheat?”
The old farmer looked at Feng Junhou and his party and asked:
“Is Mr. Lang from Shu?”
Feng Junhou had a look of surprise on his face:
“How did my father-in-law know?”
The old farmer showed a clear look, and there was even a hint of yearning in his expression:
“Sichuan, probably only people from that place would ask such a question.”
Feng Junhou was really surprised this time:
“What do you mean, my father-in-law?”
“I heard that there has been no famine in Shu for more than ten years!”
The old farmer shook his head, seeming to feel emotion and envy, and looked at Feng Junhou again:
“I’m afraid Mr. Lang doesn’t know how to farm, right?”
"ah?"
Feng Junhou was a little stunned.
"Although wheat can be harvested in large quantities, it still has to pick up the land!" The old farmer pointed to the field, "These fields have not been cultivated for several years, and they are all overgrown."
"There is no way to grow wheat on raw land. Not to mention some beans first, at least we must first plant durable millet."
“Otherwise, if we sow the wheat and harvest the empty shells, how will we survive next year?”
Hearing these words, Feng Junhou, who was born in Diannong School Wei Cheng, blushed.
Indeed, it seems that I haven’t farmed for at least ten years.
He squatted down regardless of etiquette and asked:
“My father-in-law is so wise! I am short-sighted. Is the land allocated by the government enough to support my family?”
“Enough is enough! As long as we serve these lands with heart, we will be able to eat more than half of our food in the first three years. In this world, do you want to be full?”
"After these three years, the raw land has become mature land, and there is no need to worry anymore."
The father-in-law’s eyes were shining with hope:
“I heard that the Han government only collects tithes. If it is true, even if you pay the tax, you may not only have enough to eat, but also have a surplus of food..."
Speaking of this, the old farmer looked at Feng Junhou again:
“This husband, I want to ask you something, is it possible?”
“My father-in-law, please speak.”
“I heard that in Shu, not only can every family have enough to eat, but they can also have enough food to raise some poultry and livestock. It’s like a prosperous time on earth. Is this true?”
Looking at the old man who is nearly fifty years old, his face has the innocent fantasy that only a child can have, and there is even a bit of prayer in his eyes.
Seems to be begging Feng Junhou not to break his illusion.
Feng Junhou felt a little excited in his chest for some reason:
“Why does my father-in-law think so?”
The old farmer smiled:
"Ouch! If the people in Shu can live in the prosperous times, then our place can be regarded as under the rule of the Han Dynasty, right?"
As he spoke, he looked towards the field on the other side, his eyes full of hope:
“I don’t expect to have enough food to raise some chickens and ducks at home by then. Even if I can have enough to eat, that’s fine!”
“Who did you hear this from, my father-in-law?”
“Well, that’s what those little kids said when they were measuring the land for us.”
“Do you believe what they say so much?”
When the old farmer heard what Feng Junhou said, he stared and said:
“The land has been divided, why don’t you believe it?”
He patted his chest: "The land deed is still here with us! No one can take it away!"
“In other words, everyone hopes to live under the rule of the Han Dynasty?”
“Whoever gives you land will follow you!”
It’s so down-to-earth!
(End of this chapter)