He Baozheng was driving the bullock cart in front of him. This old bull was getting old. He thought he could enjoy his old age in peace this year, but He Baozheng put it to death. It drove dozens of miles every day, and he had to pull it at every turn. What the hell, the old cowhide on my butt was whipped so hard that I almost lost consciousness.
The speed of this bullock cart is simply crazy. Zuo Qiuhong has a violent temper, and his style of doing things is fiery and fiery. Slowly swallowing water is even more uncomfortable than torture. This old immortal is really hateful. He drove the ox cart slower than a snail, and the wheels of the cart were about to fall apart. The old ox was not willing to give two whips to its buttocks. The situation was worse than before when people fed the nail ox. Once upon a time. It suppressed the speed at the front, and the entire cavalry could only stick to the rear. The tall horse in the north can take three steps ahead of the old cow. Such ink marks are really heartbreaking.
Zuo Qiuhong didn't dare to get angry. The nobleman in the carriage had no objection at all. Why was he, a servant, making such noise?
Looking at Cao Qiansong again, this officer directly under him may serve as the military commander of Quanzhou Prefecture in the future and be in charge of the military affairs of a state. We are distantly related to Cao Bin, the founding general of the People's Republic of China. A few generations ago, we were still a family in the same compound. Passed down from generation to generation, we are now a side branch. Fortunately, we love each other and follow our master through life and death. The two families can be said to be free. Small things play big, but the status gap is getting bigger and bigger.
The use of troops in the northwest of the court was originally a time to make achievements, but this general later said that Taizu had been so kind to the Cao family in the past that he had to repay it. As a personal general, he went south without any regrets. The good things behind the general's door don't talk about the hardships, but if you say it yourself, it will only make you laugh?
The windlass is making noise, He Baozheng is walking in front so majestic! The people in the three villages had seen Sun Houpu's formation before and had raised eyebrows. At that time, they didn't know what the convoy had to do with He Lu. But today it was clear that the person leading the way at the front was not He Lu's Lao Baozheng. He was besieged by Xianshui's people a few days ago. Such a man refused to bow his head. In the end, his bones were broken, but it is said that He Lu's Sanlang quickly avenged him and beat Chihe and Liangan together.
What kind of noble person is coming to Helu today? This tall horse, this luxurious car. I have never seen so many fairy-like figures in my life. They are all dressed so gorgeously and have weapons on their waists. What is this? Only people dare to be so public.
The most flamboyant one was He Baozheng, who was dressed in cold clothes. However, these old men would politely go up to him from time to time and ask about the route. A hundred battles, but life is a strange place, and the master's body of gold cannot tolerate any mistakes.
The middle-aged man in the car also felt that the journey was too long. From time to time, he lifted the car curtain and looked out. This place was much poorer than the other side of the stream. The people were all disheveled and looked at it with dull eyes. own fleet.
Since Taizu established the Central Plains, everything except the border areas has been peaceful. If the people are given three to five years of peace, they will be able to restore their land and wealth. Food and clothing will not be a problem. Looking around here, the people are still in the water and fire. Where Fujian and Yue are rich, the people are not as good as the wheat-growing prefectures in the Central Plains.
Such a harsh environment could produce such a talented person as Liang Chuan. He couldn't help but think of Lu Mengzheng, the great prime minister of the previous dynasty. If the court had such talented people, there would be no need to worry about the Song Dynasty not being prosperous and the foreign captives not being able to be controlled.
Outside the window is a dry land, with crops hanging powerlessly in the ground. Since the beginning of spring this year, there has been a severe drought across the country. In the Song Dynasty, from the south of the Huanghuai River to the south of Lingnan, people were plagued by disasters. All kinds of crops failed to harvest and yields were reduced. The lives of the people were miserable, and many local profiteers Taking the opportunity to stock up on food, the situation was grim.
Memorials flew to Bianjing like a snowflake, either asking the court to allocate funds for disaster relief, or asking the court to reduce or reduce taxes this year. There are no paddy fields here, and the people cultivate dry farming. Although the water consumption is small, it is not completely free of water. Under the red sun, the skin of the farmers who draw water from the stream to irrigate the fields has become red and peeling from the sun. But the seedlings still couldn't be lifted up, and they were still hanging weakly in the field.
The hardships of people's livelihood cannot be understood by the nobles in the court unless they go to the fields.
"Not far ahead is the little old man's territory. The old man has been in charge of Baozheng for more than twenty years. Our Helu has been a beautiful place since ancient times. There have been no big shots, but there have been no big troubles. We deserve to be punished. Eat..." He Baozheng introduced his small village to himself. The people behind him were almost there as soon as they heard it, and they felt relieved. As for his village that He Baozheng touted, it was not a run-down village. What was wrong with it? The difference is that in their eyes, they are like ants, with nothing to take seriously.
The middle-aged man was sitting in the car. Although the car was cushioned with thick soft futons, the weather was hot after all. In addition to the small windows for ventilation, the car was also extremely stuffy. People didn't want to stay for a moment longer. The boredom made him keep asking. Go out to explore, eh? What kind of world is this place? How come the people have a completely new look, their energy is radiating from the inside out, and everyone's face is filled with vitality and joy.
This middle-aged man has a pair of observant eyes. He looked far into the distance and saw that there was still a large area of dry land, but there was not a single farmer in the land at this time. Unlike other places, farmers struggled to carry water but it was not enough to irrigate the land. What's even more strange is that the crops in the unwatered fields are growing very happily, and the moist leaves are shining. It is obvious at a glance that these crops are well taken care of and will not be short of fertilizer or water.
What is this planted in the ground? The roots grow straight toward the sky, a bit like bamboo, and are very dark in color and do not bloom. Could it be that the people here knew that there was a severe drought this year and planted this kind of drought-resistant crop? This thing is connected to the fields, and as far as the eye can see in this area, they are all covered with this kind of crops. But it doesn't look like it. Between the crop fields, there is water everywhere. The water is clear, and it seems that it has just been irrigated.
"Qiansong, help me ask Baozheng here, what crops are grown in this field?"
"Yes, sir." Cao Qiansong rushed to He Baozheng and asked in detail.
The people along the way now know, especially the villagers in this landscape, that all the passing convoys, merchants, rich and powerful officials must be heading to He Lu. If not others, they are looking for He Lu Sanlang. Look, even He Jialuo, who didn't dare to talk back when his wife was mean to him before, is now talking to these uncles.
"This is the sugar cane planted by Sanlang and the eldest daughter of the local Zheng family." He Baozheng said with a smile. Now Sanlang is He Lu's signature. He must be mentioned in everything. This is a good thing. Besides, this is the truth and cannot be lied to.
Cao Qiansong told the middle-aged man truthfully. The middle-aged man said curiously: "It turns out that we only eat green sugarcane in Bianjing. I didn't expect this sugarcane to be black. I've never seen it before. It's an eye-opener. Haha." It's just that this good land does not grow crops or food. Planting this sugarcane is not a waste. Good farmland? .
If you plant so much sugar cane, you won't have to eat it all. If you plow hundreds of acres of land, you can get a lot of harvest in a year. The middle-aged people suddenly felt a little dissatisfied with Liang Chuan. What they hated most was that the rich were wasting the land at will. The poor had no land to stand on, but the rich had land but planted sugar cane?
The cane sugar in the fields does not need to worry about water. Looking from a distance, there is a black shadow spinning leisurely by the river. Is this a waterwheel? Agricultural tools such as waterwheels are common only in Yanghuai, Huhang, and the two lakes, because these places are densely covered with water networks, making it easy to obtain water. It is extremely difficult to make, and what many craftsmen make is extremely crude, making it difficult to actually use it in agriculture. This water truck collects water from the river and pours it into the sink, which is extremely efficient. Is it possible that this water tanker was also made in Liangchuan?
There is a crouching dragon in Jielu in Nanyang, isn't there a phoenix chick in Fengshan?
When the convoy arrived at Helu, the middle-aged man couldn't stay in the car any longer. The temperature was too high and the steam was making him uncomfortable, so he got down for a walk. He saw a scene of a paradise. The houses were almost the same. Whether they were farmers in the fields or women and children in the countryside, they looked completely different from before. Everyone's face was as bright as spring, but the number of people seemed to be a little smaller. . Where have they all gone?
He Baozheng asked everyone to wait, then he pulled the ox cart home, then trotted back. "Now the women in our village are making bamboo weaving in the ancestral hall. The bamboo weaving in your shop at Fengshan Road intersection is made by women in the village. Dozens of women are now working with Sanlang to make a living. Once the work is done, Sanlang is responsible for selling it. , come back and give everyone money, not to mention, I learned all my craftsmanship from Sanlang." Li Erhua eats from Sanlang's family, and her craftsmanship comes from Liang Chuan, which is right. He Baozheng was quite proud. He had done his little bit to facilitate this matter at that time, which could be regarded as a contribution to the villagers' search for a way out.
"Oh? This Liang Chuan is so generous." The middle-aged man wanted to uncover the mystery of Liang Chuan more and more.
"You are from the north, right? You can tell that you come from a wealthy family. Before Sanlang's accident, our village was very miserable. The little old man didn't even have a regular job. Sanlang saw that the old man was having a hard time, so he gave the old man an idea. Now he sells mosquito coils every day. You can also make a few bucks. Hey, have you seen that old man? The old widower has worked hard all his life. In the end, the family only has one old cow. Saburo asked him to go see the tea garden, otherwise he would have starved to death, and I am so unsatisfactory. My son-in-law has been working hard all his life, and now he has come back in despair. He is not Sanlang yet, so let him cook the stove..." He Baozheng was just like accompanying the leader on an inspection, reporting on Liang Chuan's personal progress along the way. He hated Liang Chuan cannot be blown to the sky.
Zuo Qiuhong listened to Liang Chuan on his left and Liang Chuan on his right, and his ears were about to get calloused. It was really noisy and he wished he could shut up this old Baozheng's mouth.
The middle-aged people don't think so. There are heroes in the wild who wish they could be promoted. Such a hero can help the entire village live, and he is no better than other wealthy landlords who exploit the tenant farmers. Several other villages are still in dire straits. The appearance of these people is different. Although everyone is wearing shabby clothes, they are clean. Villages with this kind of appearance are rare in the world. If every village in the Song Dynasty looked like this, the world would be unified!
