Chapter 112 Summer Harvest and Farming

Style: Historical Author: Mi MuliWords: 2362Update Time: 24/01/18 12:31:07
At dawn, Liu Chengxun woke up from his sleep, and the accompanying chamberlain prepared hot water towels for him to wash up early. After one day and two nights of adjustment, the fatigue of marching over mountains and rivers was relieved a lot, but the initial difficulties were still unavoidable.

Liu Chengxun was also a self-disciplined person on weekdays. He washed up as usual, had some breakfast, read for a while, and then left to find Liu Chengyou as if he was seizing the time. After a night of consideration, he decided to support his brother, but planned to talk to Liu Chengyou again.

The surroundings were quiet, and the sky was not too bright yet, but still had the gloom of morning. It wasn't until the courtyard where Liu Chengyou lived that he learned from the guards that Liu Chengyou had already gone to the front hall to work. When they got to the front, they were told that before dawn, Liu Chengyou was taking people out of the city to inspect the summer harvest work.

As the summer solstice passed, almost as expected by Liu Chengyou, the wheat grown on the Jizhong Plain could finally be harvested. It borders Taihang to the west and is mostly mountainous to the northwest. Therefore, most of the acres in Zhenzhou are concentrated in the east and south directions.

The endless wheat fields are golden, the wheat stalks are bent down by the heavy ears of wheat, and the summer wind blows, setting off waves of wheat. The farmers hunched over, waved their sickles, and harvested hard, with happy smiles on their simple faces...

There is no such picture.

The damage to crops in the war fields was too serious. Wheat fields were scattered on the Great Plains. For example, in Luancheng, there was not much land suitable for farming. Coupled with the insufficient population, there were not many crops to grow. After that battle, there were only three or four wheat fields that were not destroyed after that battle.

However, Chengde Jiedu has jurisdiction over the four prefectures of Zhen, Shen, Hebei and Zhao. The territory is large enough and the land is fertile enough. In addition, Liu Chengyou stabilized the situation in time and waited for the summer grain to be put into the warehouse, which can greatly alleviate the food shortage at this time.

To show his concern, Liu Chengyou has sent several envoys with the army to lead troops to various states to provide military supplies, but in fact they are also to supervise food supplies. Liu Chengyou was really frightened by the lack of food.

In the wheat field, Liu Chengyou was dressed in linen, with a straw hat on his head to protect him from the sun. His sleeves were rolled up on his arms. He was holding a stalk of wheat in his hand, full and thick, shining in the sun. If Liu Chengyou shows a smile from the bottom of his heart, then the advertising effect will be achieved.

"The wheat is growing very well, but it's a pity that it was destroyed too much due to the war!" Li Gu, the official of the Prefecture of Punishment, walked along the field ridge and walked to Liu Chengyou's side on the straw, saying with a little pity.

"Man-made disasters have already happened. Fortunately, there are no natural disasters to join in the fun!" Liu Chengyou said.

Wheat is winter wheat, grown in the past ten months. During this period, the Khitan destroyed the Jin Dynasty, and the Central Plains and Hebei were in chaos. It was not easy to still produce something under such a chaotic situation.

When they reached the ridge of the field, Liu Chengyou took a sip of water, handed it to Li Gu who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How is the harvesting speed?"

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Li Gu thanked him, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied: "A man can harvest about one and a half acres a day. At this rate, both men and women can harvest twenty in summer in Luancheng." The day can end.”

"What's the yield per acre?"

"My subordinates have asked the old farmers, and the ones with the most harvested about two dendrobiums, and the few with only one dendrobium!" Li Gu said.

"It's a little short!" Liu Chengyou sighed, and then said: "Recruit some young men from Luan City and send them to various states to help with the harvest and end the summer harvest as soon as possible!"

After hearing the order, Li Gu reminded: "Your Highness, the output is not much, the local people's strength is enough!"

A sly look flashed in Liu Chengyou's eyes, and he actually said a little philistinely: "Of course the help is not in vain. The food must be taken care of, and the commission must be collected..."

These farmlands are all owned by owners.

Li Gu was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized and couldn't help but laugh. Looking at Liu Chengyou's darkened face, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Who would have thought that the prince would be so "careful" that he would even take advantage of such a small advantage. While sighing, there was an inexplicable touch in my heart.

In Li Gu's eyes, although the prince Liu Chengyou was young, he was both benevolent and caring for the people. He started working as an official at the age of thirty. After more than ten years, nobles from the Tian family like Liu Chengyou are really rare.

"The summer harvest is over, summer planting should be organized as soon as possible!" Liu Chengyou continued to give instructions.

Li Gu concealed the slight emotion in his eyes, took a sip of water, wiped his mouth, and replied: "The official has ordered people to survey. There are a lot of unowned wastelands in Zhenzhou, and there are even more in Shen, Ji, and Zhao. And it will be more fertile. At that time, it can be distributed to the refugees in various places, and they can open up wasteland for farming. Concentrating a large number of refugees in Zhending is not an option after all!"

After listening to Li Gu's answer, Liu Chengyou couldn't help but look at him, his eyes full of approval. Originally, Liu Chengyou hired him because he had made outstanding contributions after the war, was a former Cizhou governor, had some reputation, and was recommended by Xiang Xun. However, after this period of time, Liu Chengyou discovered that this person was really capable. He was a Jinshi, a man of literary and military skills, an excellent strategist, and had rich experience in military and political affairs.

"I've had this intention for a long time!" Liu Chengyou nodded.

Seeing this, Li Gu took advantage of the situation and asked Liu Chengyou: "But if we want to implement it, we need His Highness's support."

"speak."

"Nowadays, many acres of land are abandoned, and there are refugees to support them. The land and people are not a problem. After the summer harvest, corn should be grown in rotation, but seeds and farming tools are scarce. I hope that Your Highness can allocate part of the money and grain for purchase. In addition, in Luan Those cattle seized by the city..."

"You've been thinking about those seizures for a long time, right?" Liu Chengyou interrupted him.

Li Gu cupped his hands and showed a smile.

After thinking for a while, Liu Chengyou said: "After returning to true samadhi, I will distribute some of them. Farming tools, there are a lot of scrapped weapons that have been collected before, you can find a blacksmith to smelt them. As for the farming oxen, how many do you want?"

After receiving Liu Chengyou's feedback, Li Gu's brows became happy. He made a silent calculation in his mind for a while, raised his head and said: "The refugees are happy to be 70,000, and they will be resettled in various places. I want eighty households to share one ox. No more, I only ask for 200 oxen." Just head!"

Li Gu is indeed a capable minister. When Liu Chengyou heard this, he also calculated silently, and then raised his eyebrows: "Based on a household of six, according to your statement, one hundred and fifty cows are enough for use. How did you get two hundred cows?"

"This..." Li Gu was a little surprised. He didn't expect Liu Chengyou to count so quickly. He was a little embarrassed and immediately explained: "This is just a rough calculation for a low-ranking official, and the refugees are not full households and full mouths, so - —”

"Okay!" Liu Chengyou waved his hand and interrupted him: "I have one hundred and eighty cattle with you. Although there are many seizures, in addition to being intercepted and used in Hebei, they have to be sent to Tokyo. The Central Plains states, through the Khitan people The search is in urgent need of support!"

Liu Chengyou's tone and eyes at this time were short of the words "worry about the country and the people." Li Gu also felt something, and bowed respectfully: "Yes."

"By the way, the distribution of the harvest from the fields between the government and the people still needs to be decided by His Highness!"

"Huh?" Liu Chengyou thought for a moment and asked, "What do you think?"

"How about seven officials and three civilians?" Li Gu said.

"Isn't it, too much..." Liu Chengyou couldn't help but touch his chin, squinting at Li Gu. Unexpectedly, his consideration was so ruthless. According to this ratio, one can imagine how those villagers were squeezed.

But Li Gu said: "Land, cattle, hoe tools and even seeds are all provided by the government. There is nothing wrong with this distribution method!"

Liu Chengyou thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

"Your Highness is merciful. Once everything is stable, we can gradually reduce the amount year by year!" Li Gu said again.

Listening to what he said, a whole set of policies that made the villagers willingly accept exploitation suddenly flashed through Liu Chengyou's mind...

"Then let's do this. You will be solely responsible for the farming affairs. Then you can draw up a charter and submit it to me!" Liu Chengyou said.

"yes!"

After explaining, Liu Chengyou also felt a little emotional. In troubled times, farming is always a "big killer". It has never gone out of style and has proven successful time and time again.

"Go somewhere else!"

Nearby, there were several hectares of wheat fields. Looking at the carts of golden wheat ears being pulled to the threshing floor in the countryside, Liu Chengyou had never felt the joy of a good harvest so clearly as at this moment.