Chapter 168 Chapter 0168 The Queen is so majestic
After sending Zhao Guang away, Feng Yong began to recall how sugar cane was grown in later generations and how to squeeze sugar cane into cane sugar.
After writing and drawing for two days, after writing down all the processes, Feng Yong sighed while holding the drawings.
After confirming that the Han Dynasty is now suitable for growing sugar cane, and that the only place where sugar cane can be grown is Nanzhong, following the tea incident, Feng Yong once again complained about the rebellion in Nanzhong.
It's okay. Are you so stuffed that you're so stuffed? It can't be a climate, alas, it really doesn't make people live in peace.
Of course, there is good news.
After some time passed after Zhuge Qiao’s last visit, he directly sent someone to bring straw over.
Even though the visitor didn’t tell Feng Yong, Feng Yongcai could guess that these straws were probably collected from unnaturalized refugees around Nanzheng.
It seems that Zhuge Qiao was not just distributing grain and grass in Hanzhong, he also had a good grasp of many local conditions on weekdays.
As for how it was collected, and what would happen to the refugees without the straw, Feng Yong didn't bother to care - anyway, he didn't grab it personally, 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. Now, what's wrong with you being asked to light straw? What's the matter?
If you are not convinced, go and register your household registration, pay grain and taxes. In this case, you are a common people. According to Zhuge Lao Yao’s temperament, Zhuge Qiao probably wouldn’t dare to rob it.
Since you are afraid of paying taxes and grains and do not want to register as a household registration, if something goes wrong, who will care about your life and death?
In any case, Feng Yong doesn’t care about it, at least for now, because he can’t do it even if he wants to.
The late autumn sun was a little warm. Old Lu was half lying on a small mound of dirt at the intersection, squinting and basking in the sun.
In recent days, people have been wandering around the camp.
These people came with the straw trucks at the beginning and did not dare to get close to the camp. They only dared to spy from a distance.
Their clothes are very tattered, and many of them are even wearing coir raincoats made of thatch. It can be seen that they are all wandering wild people living in the world.
“They are all pitiful people.” Mr. Lu muttered.
"How many people in the world are not pitiful?" The lame man lying next to Old Lu asked, "If we hadn't met the master's family, we wouldn't be much better by following them."
"Maybe he can be stronger, but after all he has been beaten down on the battlefield. If he is forced to do anything, he can even pick up a knife and do some business without capital."
Lao Zu Lu yawned and seemed to be enjoying the autumn sun.
"Then they haven't been forced to a dead end." The old lame man looked at the figures looming in the distance, "How long do you think they can endure?"
“I think I can survive a month or so. I heard that winter in Hanzhong is not as cold as in Nanzhong. I don’t know if it will freeze to death.”
“It’s too late to freeze people to death. Why don’t they have any understanding and have to suffer like this?”
"It's not necessarily that people don't understand, it's just that they are used to it and have not been forced to the end. Who doesn't want to take advantage all the time? Besides, once you register, you will be controlled by others. Who knows whether you are safe or not? Just like when you decided to follow Master, aren’t we also guilty?”
The two of them were talking about something confusing when they saw a group of people coming along the main road from the direction of Nanzheng.
“I dare to ask the old man, is this the place where Wei Cheng, the Dian Nong School of Hanzhong, is in charge?”
There were seven or eight people coming, led by a young man on horseback. When he saw two old men standing at the intersection, he quickly dismounted and held his hands in greeting.
Lao Lu and Lao Lai turned sideways to show that they did not dare to accept the courtesy, and said with a smiling face: "Exactly. Who are you, Mr. Lang?"
Going down from this intersection, it only leads to the camp. When this group of people get here, they can basically determine their destination.
“I’d like to trouble you, the elder, to send a message to Feng Langjun, saying that Huo Yi, the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Co., Ltd., is visiting.”
"It turns out to be Huo Jianling, please come quickly. The master has already said that as long as Huo Jianling comes, just move forward. Huo Jianling, please follow the old servant."
The happier Mr. Lu smiles, the scarier the scars on his face become.
“May I ask the old man who the master is?”
Although Huo Yi heard the scarred old man in front of him calling himself an old servant, he could tell at a glance behind the door that he was an old **** with blood on his hands.
“The master is the Feng Langjun that Huo Jianling mentioned.”
"Okay, then I'll bother the old man." Huo Yi said with a smile, "This is the right person to ask."
Lu Laozu immediately asked someone to notify the master's family first, and then he took Huo Yi to the camp.
Following Lao Lu all the way, Huo Yi saw many people busy around the camp, and most of them were Qiang people.
However, whether it is feeding cattle and sheep, cutting firewood, or carrying things, everything is orderly and there is no trace of chaos.
At that moment, he couldn't help but secretly marveled, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this powerful person who can actually make the Hu people become so obedient? I see that most of these Qiang people are women, but they have the vague appearance of being in the military. It’s really strange!”
After hearing this, Old Man Lu smiled and narrowed his eyes, as if these words were a compliment to him.
“To be honest with Mr. Huo Lang, this kind of planning came from my own hands.”
Although he had already suspected it, Huo Yi could not help but marvel when he heard the old soldier in front of him admit it: "I have heard that Feng Langjun is known as a young hero. Judging from the actions of these Qiang people in front of me, it is true."
“What’s so surprising about this?”
It was rare to show his face in front of a noble man, so Old Man Lu boasted: "This method is simple to say. It just divides the Qiang people into multiple teams according to their heads, and each team has a captain. On weekdays, the work is assigned, and the captain just listens. As for how to do it, that is a matter for them to discuss among themselves. If they do well, they will have a full stomach. If they do not do well, they will eat half full. Think about the Qiang people, how could they have a full stomach in the past? In order to be full, they would Don’t you have to risk your life?”
Isn't this somewhat similar to the military system?
Huo Yi was startled, and at the same time he thought to himself, if the Imperial Village did the same thing, divided into multiple teams, each competed with each other, and each had rewards and punishments, wouldn't it be faster than before when people gathered together to work?
"Oh! I've been waiting for Huo Jianling for a long time! If it weren't for the inseparability, I would have gone to visit Huo Jianling a long time ago!"
After receiving the news, Feng Yong stood at the gate of the camp, smiled and saluted Huo Yi who came over.
“How dare you let Feng Langjun come to visit you?”
Huo Yi saw a young gentleman standing at the gate of the camp, and heard him say these words. He knew in his heart that this seemed to be the rightful owner of his trip.
“I am able to obtain the position of Supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry, thanks to Feng Langjun. I have not yet thanked Feng Langjun for this matter.”
“It’s because of your Majesty’s wisdom that you established Hanzhongye. In addition, Huo Jianling is favored by Your Majesty. It has nothing to do with me.”
Feng Yongke didn’t dare to take credit, although, these smelting supervisors came to life in his own hands, and the establishment of Hanzhongye was also because of his eight oxen plow.
But in front of Adou's close friends, it is better to talk about this kind of merit to the emperor.
“Your Majesty is naturally wise, but Feng Langjun also made great efforts in it. Your Majesty also praised Feng Langjun several times in the palace!”
I thought that Huo Yi was the only protagonist in this group, but I never expected that a person standing behind Huo Yi suddenly interrupted.
Although the words were good, the voice made some people feel uncomfortable because it was too sharp.
“My slave, Huang Hao, is now the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Co., Ltd. I will ask Feng Langjun for your advice in the future.”
The visitor performed a blessing ceremony.
eaten!
Feng Yongdeng subconsciously wanted to find Guan Ji.
There is no other reason, because Guan Ji always carries a long knife with her, and now Feng Yong wants to draw the knife and stab the guy named Huang Hao in front of him to death!
In the late Shu Han Dynasty, the country was exhausted and its people were exhausted. Apart from Jiang Wei's excessive use of troops and Adou's enjoyment, there was another person who had to bear a big responsibility.
That is the hermaphrodite **** who claims to be Huang Hao.
Specializing in the government, playing with authority, eliminating dissidents, and making a court into a place where the court became dark, even Jiang Wei was so scared that he couldn't dare to return to Jincheng because of this Huang Hao.
“It turns out to be Huang Jiancheng, forgive me for my blindness, I’m so rude, I’m so rude!”
Although Feng Yong's eyes flickered and he wanted to kill this guy with one blow, he still had to forcefully greet him with a smile.
“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. Speaking of which, I didn’t inform Feng Langjun in advance and took the liberty to come here. Please don’t mind Feng Langjun.”
Huang Hao half-covered his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.
The maidservant who slaves to your sister is a dead eunuch!
Feng Yongqiang smiled and said: "Huang Jianling is in the palace. He must be a popular person in front of His Majesty. Feng Yong is not even late to welcome him, so why would he mind? Please come in."
Letting guests stand outside is not the way to treat guests. Although the inside is also simple, after these days of hard work, we finally made some tables and stools.
“The place is shabby, I hope you two don’t mind.”
Welcoming people into the big thatched house that was used as a meeting hall, and sitting down separately for host and guest, Feng Yong said apologetically.
"It's easy to talk about. Where is there in Hanzhong that is not a start-up? Even in Nanzheng City, it's not much better."
Huo Yi naturally didn't care about the poor conditions, but Huang Hao actually sat there calmly, without any unnatural look on his face, and agreed with a smile, "We all work for His Majesty, Feng Langjun, please stop being polite. "
No wonder this guy was able to gain Adou's trust in the future. He never left your majesty, and at least on the surface, he didn't even care about such hard conditions for Adou.
"Huang Jiancheng said it well. We are all doing this for Your Majesty. Let me speak bluntly. Let me ask you boldly, how much land is allocated to the Imperial Mansion in Hanzhong?"
“Your Majesty took the lead in the reclamation of Hanzhong, so he naturally had to put in more effort, so he naturally enclosed more land, about a thousand hectares.”
Thousand hectares, isn’t that a lot? Approximately how many acres is it?
Feng Yong counted on his fingers and suddenly looked at Huo Yi with wide eyes.
Huo Yi lowered his head to drink water with some embarrassment.
eaten!
This Adou has such a big appetite, a whole hundred thousand acres!
How much farmable land is there in Hanzhong?
Feng Yong thought hard again. At the university, he drew a map of Hanzhong for a semester. The recorded area seemed to be about 200,000 square kilometers?
Is this data correct?
Forget it, even if you discount this data, there are still 1.5 million hectares. It seems that Adou’s account is not too much!
In addition, this era will definitely not be able to compare with the farming technology of later generations, so just erase the fraction, one million hectares, well, one thousand hectares is not too much for one million hectares, no wonder Zhuge Lao Yao can agree. Adou Circle is such a big place.
After all, he is the emperor, and he is reclaiming wasteland from scratch. In addition, he has taken away the smelting supervisors that were originally their profits, so giving so much is probably meant as compensation.
It's just that Adou seems to be quite good at business. Seeing that Zhu Yejian can't get it back, he actually thought of setting up a Hanzhong Ye in Hanzhong and took this opportunity to encircle such a large piece of land. Zhuge Laoyao can't say anything. , this mind can!
But when Feng Tibi thought of himself, his heart suddenly became unbalanced.
My cheap dad worked his **** off to get 600 acres of land, and he worked so hard to get another 500 acres... How can this be justified?
"I got a letter from the palace two days ago, saying that it is a matter of this imperial village, and I need Feng Langjun to give me more advice. Whether the servant can complete the palace's instructions still has to fall 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 it is most likely the queen who has spoken.
"How can I not give any advice?" Feng Yong immediately became energetic and said tentatively in a low voice, "It's just that I can't listen to the instructions from the palace, right? How can I help Huang Jiancheng?"
Huang Hao covered his mouth and smiled again: "The things the queen has given us have made it clear that only Feng Langjun can do it."
It’s confirmed, it’s about the pasture.
Feng Yong smiled and said: "The queen has an order, how dare you not obey it?"
Huo Yi coughed slightly and said, "What the queen means is that even the thousand hectares of land in the imperial village is not enough for Feng Langjun's pasture. If it is not enough, we can think of another way."
One hundred thousand acres of grassland?
Feng Yong was trembling in his heart. This star color is really grand!
At the beginning, I had said in my letter that I wanted to borrow some land in the imperial village to grow fodder to feed cattle and sheep. I never thought that the queen would acquire 100,000 acres as soon as she took advantage of it. She frightened Feng Tibi to death on the spot.
Why did Feng Yong have to borrow the land of Huangzhuang to grow alfalfa? Is it not because of the damned farming policy of feudal society?
When I was in Jincheng, if I wanted to use a little bit of cultivated land to plant cuttings and plant tea seedlings, I would be fined. If I used it to grow grass, wouldn't I be sprayed to death?
They don’t care what kind of grass you plant, let alone what you plant it for!
Anyway, not cultivating the land properly is a heinous crime!
As for the use of Huangzhuang, it is different. Hanzhong Ye, to put it bluntly, is a department that specializes in supplying the royal family. What people grow and how they provide it are all private matters of the royal family and cannot be controlled by others.
Back then, during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to feed the royal horses, didn't a special area be opened up to grow alfalfa?
Now Hanzhongye, in order to raise cattle and sheep on the royal pasture, what’s the matter with planting some fodder? What's the matter?
“You don’t need so much!”
Feng Yong waved his hands hurriedly, and at the same time thought to himself, if he really wants to use 100,000 acres of land to grow alfalfa, is Zhuge the old demon afraid that he will be chopped up alive? Even if Zhang Xingcai is the queen, her reputation will be affected, right?
"Feng Langjun, don't worry. This imperial village can be on flat land or on a slope. It has not yet been reclaimed, so it can be renovated."
Oh, I understand. It seems that everyone has not escaped from the blind spot of the Hu people's grazing. They feel that even if Feng Yong's pasture has green material, it is estimated to be quite large.
It would not be a waste if the Imperial Village had sloped land.
I received a threat today...I was scared. I wanted to update it today, but it was too late. I will update it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)