Liu Chengzong didn't plan to go to Luhuo too early. Nang Qian still had one very important thing to do - land reclamation.
He promised Zhang Yuanheng that the next Sichuan farmer would give him 200 acres of land, in order to attract people and increase the number of Han people in Kangning Prefecture.
This is naturally because Kangning Mansion only has 200,000 people. What does 200,000 people mean? Just the population of Yanzhou and Luochuan before the drought was insignificant compared to the vast land of Kangning Prefecture.
But then again, the land that can cultivate highland barley and vegetables in the entire Kangning Prefecture is currently less than 283,000 acres. The statistics have not been completed yet, but the general number has been fixed. Even if there are ten acres of land, Liu Chengzong It is estimated that it will not increase too much.
Among the more than 280,000 acres of land, there are still more than 30,000 acres of land in the hands of nobles.
Liu Chengzong believed that in an environment where the average yield per mu was 80 to 90 kilograms, and this yield included seeds, coupled with the exploitation of the nobles, the actual per capita annual ration may be less than 40 kilograms, which is not enough to support a person. People live.
But he also understood very well that the imperial court in Yuhebao could not give him much food in a year, and he could not survive by relying on primitive instinct.
After these 200,000 people are raised, people like him who are accustomed to starving can do great things.
It just depends on who it is.
In the war with Baili, the armies of both sides worked together to wipe out religion and slavery. After ruling this land, Liu Chengzong realized belatedly that the nobles were not fools.
Everyone knows that the productivity of the slave system is low, and everyone knows that the aristocratic system built by many feudal people also affects the development of productivity.
But these two magic weapons have suppressed the contradiction between man and land here for a long time.
When this fig leaf was torn away, the two figures of 300,000 acres of fields and 200,000 people became extremely terrifying.
The biggest problem before Liu Chengzong was that even if these 300,000 acres of land were allocated to Basang's slave camp, it would not be enough to meet his expectations.
But in addition to the slave camps, there were 190,000 people under his rule.
It would not be a big problem to drive them all to become herdsmen, but without the food provided by the farming population, he would not even be able to develop his handicraft industry.
Another memory of Liu Shizi has an almost paranoid pursuit of industry, but for him personally, the path to developing industry is very clear. First, agriculture must be self-sufficient, and at least half of the agricultural products must be surplus. This means that two people You can support one more person doing other things.
The extra person can participate in commerce or handicrafts locally, and then pursue industry.
But in the era and environment he lived in, half of the agricultural products per capita were surplus, which was too luxurious.
In this simple thinking framework, the problem before Liu Chengzong was very simple. In order to maintain long-term peace and stability, he wanted to immigrate from Sichuan and Shaanxi to the Second Prefecture of Xikang.
A large number of immigrants with a scale of more than 10,000 people can speed up the progress of unifying books, vehicles and tracks, and unifying weights and measures.
And immigrants need land, and the per capita cultivated land here is less than two acres.
It is imperative to reclaim the land.
During this period, Liu Chengzong led transporters and guards around Nangqian, inspecting the boundaries of many small-headed territories in the past, and the conclusion he reached was not bad.
Nangqian is poor, but poverty is not the result of the geographical environment.
The low productivity of the multi-feudal aristocratic system and the slave system meant that this place was far from reaching the limit of the population that the land could support.
Fields, land, mountains, swamps, forests, pastures, salt, and mines have all been developed, but the degree of development is not high.
This situation made Liu Chengzong very happy. More and more refugees happened to be gathering near Nangqian, which made him feel numb.
Today, near Nangqian, there are still more than 2,000 people without land in the Basan camp, and the number of refugees gathered has exceeded the number of people in the Basan camp.
Ever since they learned about the tsampa being distributed outside the Zaqu Manor, groups of people stopped buying it and gathered near Nangqian to form a new market town.
Because many people have no homes, some are monks who have lost their temples, and many more people ran away during the war, hiding in the mountains, and only ran out when the war was over. The manor could not return and the owner was left, so they just ran away in confusion. Go to the foot of the mountain at Nangsuo Qianmo Palace to find food.
Although the rations of one Lion Army can feed eight people, Liu Chengzong felt numb when there were more people. After the long winter, there was still next spring, and he had to find food for these people quickly.
So the people from Basang and the male refugees were gathered together and organized into a Xifan camp with more than 5,000 people, including nearly 10,000 family members, and they were ordered to work in teams in Nangqian.
In the end, there were more than 400 elderly and disabled people who had no families and no ability to cultivate fields. Basang did not want them and considered them useless people.
Liu Chengzong did not give up on them. He inherited the fine tradition of respecting the old and loving the young. He set up a nursing home on the bank of the Zaqu River and sent several teachers, both men and women, to teach the elderly, children and scholars with tongue and eyes. If you want to teach someone with hands how to make felt.
There were two old men who were physically unable to learn anything, so they sent a lion soldier and a kind-hearted local woman to raise them. Their rations were provided by the government office.
After finally finishing the hard work, Liu Chengzong handed over the work of cultivating the fields to Chengyun: "You can cast Marshal Tongbao here, make the defective weapons in the loot into farm tools, and lead people to plan the irrigation canals and field locations, and provide them to Xifan." The soldiers of the battalion inspect and record the progress according to the reclamation progress.”
Chengyun had done the work of reclaiming wasteland in northern Shaanxi, and he knew this very well, so he responded readily: "No problem, brother, should you be responsible for the rules of recording merit?"
"Well...many people in Xifan camp have families. They are organized according to Qianzong, Bazong, Baizong, and teams. Then when you plan the reclamation area, you can go down to the captain. The captain will plan the large area to If an individual, for example, a team of fifty people cultivates five hundred acres, the team leader will divide the five hundred acres into fifty ten acres."
Liu Chengzong said, "I will give you another general lion soldier. At first, the farm tools can't keep up, and the progress will definitely not be good. When we start working, we will work on a household basis, and let their family members also work. Every five acres of land will be reclaimed." If you have land, you will be rewarded with three acres of land and a reward of two hundred coins."
Chengyun laughed as he listened and memorized it, thinking that his second brother was really stingy. He wanted two acres of government land to cultivate five acres of land, and only gave him a reward of two hundred coins.
When there was a drought in northern Shaanxi, one acre of land would cost three to four hundred cash to sell.
"After you have finished cultivating, you can open another ten acres. Then, if you have cultivated fifty acres, you can reward one sheep. If you have cultivated one hundred acres, you can reward one cow. Then there is no need to cultivate. You can find them a sixty-acre company." Make a piece of land, give them two sheep, one cow, and four thousand coins, let them settle down, and withdraw from the camp of Zifan."
Liu Chengzong calculated in his mind as he spoke, and when he was almost done, he said: "It is estimated that the land has been cleared enough and it will be time to plant seeds next year. After leaving the Xifan camp, you will no longer care about food. You can sell grain and seeds in Nangqian. By the way, Let’s promote our Dou and Sheng products and let them buy them.”
"You can discuss the land tax with Mr. Yang and decide how much is appropriate. I suggest it be higher, ten taxes three to two taxes one, and then the head tax and other things are exempted, especially how much does it cost to have a boy and a girl?" You have to make it clear to the camp soldiers that the money will be waived; I will accept money but not food, because I don’t want to train dendrobium kicking experts in the yamen.”
Speaking of this, Liu Chengzong emphatically said to Chengyun: "So when you divide the fields, consider the road matters. After the autumn harvest, the government will set up several points to buy grain from the people at the official price."
After that, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "But I haven't thought these things through carefully. Except for the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes collected by the nobles in the past, which can be exempted, other matters need to be further considered. I won't make a decision until the land reclamation is completed in the spring of next year." It’s not too late.”
Cheng Yun turned away from his usual nonchalant and relaxed look, nodded heavily and said: "The bad governance of those nobles who drove people to bankruptcy must be eliminated. I heard that there is a way to get money based on the eyelids of giving birth to a baby. Is it like buying a donkey?"
Liu Chengzong just sighed and shook his head slightly. The two brothers were silent for a long time. It was not until the baby's cry came from the third floor of the manor that they looked towards the stairs.
I saw Fan Sanlang coming up with a child in his arms.
Liu Chengzong stood up involuntarily, looked over there and asked, "Sanlang, where did you get a baby?"
Fan Sanlang was holding the child in a hurry, fearing that Liu Chengzong would be displeased by the baby's cry, so he hurried forward and said very quickly: "Commander, this is the child left behind in Xifan Camp."
"Abandoned child?"
Liu Chengzong shook his head and said, "I don't remember that there are children in the almshouse."
"It's not in the almshouse, it's in the refugee camp. After the newly established Xifan camp, all the people left. If this baby hadn't been crying in a pile of rags, the guards wouldn't have known about it."
Fan Sanlang said: "I asked around and found out that this baby was left in the camp without anyone for several days. It was fed with clear tsampa soup and little water. Whoever saw it gave it a mouthful and survived until now."
As she said that, she looked at Liu Chengzong in embarrassment: "The guards said that the baby should be sent to the almshouse, but I think there..."
Fan Sanlang couldn't tell the whole story. She knew that in this era of war and chaos, Liu Chengzong was able to set up an almshouse in Nangqian to support useless people, which was a great kindness.
But in the final analysis, there are hopeless people there. Even if the people there take good care of themselves, they will probably all be dead in two years. To put it bluntly, in today's Nangqian, it is a place waiting to die.
Anyway, Fan Sanlang didn't believe it. Liu Chengzong really expected that the old widower in his 40s and 50s could learn to speak, let alone that a man without legs and tongue could live long enough to learn how to make felt.
In her opinion, the greatest significance is to allow those people to have someone to take care of and accompany them before they die, so that they will not freeze to death on the street immediately.
The significance of humanistic care is far greater than its actual effect.
No matter where you put such a child, I'm afraid he won't live to be an adult.
"Stop talking, I'll take care of you." Liu Chengzong took a few steps towards him and found that the baby was not as dirty as expected. He reached out and hugged it and said to Fan Sanlang: "Have you washed it? Is it a boy or a girl?"
Fan Sanlang was very generous about this matter: "The boy, I was afraid that the handsome man wouldn't like it, so I washed it in advance. He looks like he is two years old."
"Hey, two years old, I picked up another son."
Liu Chengzong hugged Hehe and said happily, "When are you going to have a baby? I've been married for several years and I already have two sons."
As if he had eaten a fly, Chengyun tilted his head and snorted angrily: "Our family has done a lot of great things in the past few years. I have been so busy that I have been running around in northern Shaanxi to help the people and follow the army. There is no time to give birth to a baby when we are preparing the luggage, let alone how to give birth to a baby when my brother is quick to pick up the baby!"
Liu Chengzong was so amused that he laughed and said sternly to Chengyun: "Don't be in a hurry to give birth. You will have to regenerate when you get off the plateau. It is dangerous to have a baby on the plateau."
Fan Sanlang shook his head and said: "The commander-in-chief also said that your baby in Xining still doesn't have a name yet. He said that he is your son. Since he picked it up, he has been raising it with General Cao's wife. If you don't care about it, who will?" I don’t dare to give it a name.”
Liu Chengzong was surprised and said: "It's been several years, and I haven't given his grandson a name since he was a kid?"
"Get up, call me King Qin." Fan Sanlang said angrily: "I always call him King Qin. The baby Zhuangzi picked up will be called King Qin."
"Han Xiaowang can call my son brother."
Liu Chengzong laughed from ear to ear at this title: "Grandpa has found a fiefdom for his grandson. Good guy, I will conquer Xi'an in the future. I don't want to be called King of Qin... I'll name one. It's just right. I can give it to these two." The baby has a name."
When the name was mentioned, both Cheng Yun and Fan Sanlang became interested.
Fan Sanlang clenched his fist: "Liu Feng Liu Chan!"
Cheng Yun shouted at the side: "Liu Emperor Liu Emperor!"
Liu Shizi laughed directly, these two are geniuses at naming: "Do you think they sound like personal names? It's not easy to raise a baby these days, and names can kill you."
"I took that big baby in Xining out of his mother's arms. If his mother was still here, she would have begged me to raise the baby. My mother also wants me to be safe. Let's call him Ping An..."
The expression on his face became deep, and he looked at the two of them and said, "I hope we are all safe."
After saying that, Liu Chengzong looked at the baby in his arms, his face gradually becoming firmer: "I also participated in Nangqian Baili's war. The people were displaced due to the war. This will continue for many years in the future, until the world is unified. I hope the locals will embrace it." Virtue fears prestige, and Xikang is at peace. He is called Tingjing, how about it?"
Cheng Yun had little stars in his eyes: "As expected, I still want my brother to name me. It's good. When the baby grows up, he won't be laughed at. If he is called Liu Huang and Liu Di, hahaha!"
Fan Sanlang was very surprised by the two names. She never expected that Liu Chengzong, who had been marching troops for several months to annex thousands of miles, would name the baby Ping An Ningjing.
But this kind of name entrusts good wishes, but also makes people like them who are in disaster and war feel sad... It would be great if she was still called Du Qiaoer.
Liu Chengzong looked at her expression and guessed that the two names made Sanlang sad, so he asked: "Sanlang misses his family?"
Seeing the questioning look, Fan Sanlang nodded slightly, and then smiled and said: "Ning Jing is good, I thought the marshal would name him Liu Wenzhong."
"Liu Wenzhong?"
Liu Chengzong was stunned for a moment, then he thought of Li Wenzhong, the founding governor of the People's Republic of China, and couldn't help laughing.
At this moment, Cheng touched him with his elbow and said, "Brother, when do you plan to get married?"
"marry?"
Liu Chengzong shook his head blankly and took two steps towards Sanlang. Fan Sanlang, who had just stepped forward, was so frightened that his face turned red to the root of his neck, but he saw him stretching the baby in his arms forward: "Here, keep it. "
Fan Sanlang was dumbfounded and took the doll: "Huh?"
"Ah, what, if you don't support me, why should I support you? Are you going to rebel?"
Only then did Liu Chengzong turn to look at Chengyun: "Let's settle down and let's talk after we get off the plateau...get married early and worry a lot."
Liu Chengyun clapped and laughed: "According to what my brother said, wouldn't it be nice to capture Chengdu Mansion next, get married and then return?"
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