Spring has begun, and it’s time to plow the fields. Although the imperial court will definitely ask Li Hui of Nanzhong to send the surrendered prisoners here, everyone came to Hanzhong in a swarm, and the few people were there twelve hours a day. It cannot be used for farming.
Besides, Li Hui is on the defensive at this time. How many people can he get? Two or three thousand people can hold up to the sky.
How much can two or three thousand people do if they are placed in Hanzhong?
The last glance will definitely fall on the head of the Qiang Di man.
An anxious rabbit can still bite people, but a barbarian can't farm? It doesn't matter, just study hard. If you can't learn, just eat a few hungry meals, and you will definitely be able to plant.
This winter, it is estimated that many people will be a little restless.
"By the way, brother, I also saw an acquaintance in Yang'an Pass."
"Acquaintance? What acquaintance?"
Feng Yong was surprised, wondering if Zishi would have any acquaintances here? Could it be that you used to fight here with Wang Ping and met someone else?
"It's Zhuangzi next door to my brother Zhuangzi, and the owner of the village is Taigong Li."
"who?"
Feng Yong raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "Tai Gong Li of Li Zhuang? Did you read that correctly?"
The foundation of the sixth house of the Li family is over there in Jincheng. If Taigong Li doesn't stay in Jincheng, what is he doing here?
"How could I get it wrong? At that time, Taigong Li even said a few words to me. He also asked my brother if he had decided on a place to live. From what I heard, he wanted to visit him at home."
The head of the sixth room of the Li family, although he is not the eldest family member, he still wears the skin of Shu Zai. He comes to visit a young boy like me?
"Why did he come to Hanzhong?" Feng Yong seemed to be talking to himself or asking.
"I heard that the Li family also spent a lot of money and food to cultivate this land in Hanzhong."
I never thought that Wang Xun would still know the answer.
"A lot?" Feng Yong thought for a while, nodded and said, "It should be a lot. Otherwise, even the head of the family would not have followed."
But where are they going to get this plow?
It's not that Feng Yongyong believes in the energy of the family, they can definitely get it, but when they can get it, that is a question that must be considered.
Being able to get it in a year or two and getting it before spring next year have completely different meanings.
Farming is busy, why is it called farming?
It’s because there is only so much time for farming. If the season is missed, the harvest of that season will be gone.
Therefore, farmers will be very busy at specific times.
If the Li family had not obtained the eight-niu plow before spring plowing, all the manpower and material resources they invested would have been wasted.
The fact that Taigong Li is here shows that they are fully confident and are bound to win. Otherwise, the owner of the house is already here, is it just for a visit?
But where do they put Old Demon Zhuge?
How could Old Demon Zhuge let those aristocratic families safely use the eight-ox plow to cultivate land?
Hanzhong is now the only grain-producing place that the Han Dynasty can control, and anyone who dares to reach out can chop it.
However, this world is still the world of the Han Dynasty after all. When it comes to the reclamation of Hanzhong, Zhuge Lao Yao cannot clearly say that only nobles can come, but no one else can come.
But if you don’t have an eight-niu plow, why don’t you start a furrow?
In the past, Hanzhong was all uninhabited land, and the imperial court was unable to cultivate it. However, the aristocratic families had the ability, so why didn't anyone think of it?
Is it possible to reclaim wasteland just by digging around?
Look at those two oxen carrying a plow in the past. Even if you were plowed to death, you wouldn't be able to plow much ground.
According to the previous standards, coming to Hanzhong for reclamation meant throwing money and food into a bottomless pit. At least it was a bottomless pit in the past few years.
Everyone knows that Hanzhong is the barrier of Shuzhong. If one day the north comes again, won't Hanzhong be in chaos again?
The manpower invested is nothing. After all, which aristocratic family doesn't have more or less people hidden in its manor?
But the money and food invested were wasted, and no matter how big the family was, they couldn't withstand such losses.
In other words, with the Eight Ox Plow, the imperial court had the confidence to dare to colonize Hanzhong.
A plow with eight oxen can push it flatly, which is better than a hundred experienced farmers.
Farmers want to eat and drink, but what about the cows? Just eating grass is enough!
How much grass can eight cows eat?
How much food do one hundred farmers need to eat?
Let Zhao Guang do the math for this multiple-choice question, and everyone will know which one to choose.
This is called advanced productive forces promoting social progress.
Feng Yong knew the importance of Hanzhong, and Old Demon Zhuge knew it even more.
Therefore, Feng Yong expected that the old demon Zhuge would definitely block the Eight Niu Plow, leaving the family to just stare.
I never thought that this branch of the Li family could have such great energy, and it looked like it could get a plow.
This makes people feel very strange.
After thinking about it, I seemed to owe that Taigong Li a big favor, so if he wanted to see me, it would be best to meet him.
"That's done. I still need to trouble Zishi to go and tell General Ma about my intention. This matter can't be careless. Then by the way, I'll find Mr. Li again and tell him that I've been thinking about it all these days. When you have time, you are welcome to come to your home for advice at any time, and you don’t have to look for him specifically, just look for him if you can find him, and forget about it if you can’t find him.”
That man like Taigong Li knew how to invest when he was just a salted fish. It is estimated that before Wang Xun goes to find him, he will come to his door.
Although Taigong Li is older than him, he is still an official, so he might as well forget about taking the initiative to visit him.
After all, my identity is a bit sensitive, and my family is a thorn in Zhuge Lao Yao's side, so I'd better be calm.
Wang Ping traveled day and night and rushed back to Jincheng.
Looking at the tatters and dirt on his body, he thought that if he went to see the Prime Minister in this condition, it would be extremely rude. He originally thought of going back to his courtyard to wash himself off. body.
But then he remembered that Feng Langjun had told him before he left that he would go to the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as he arrived in Jincheng. He hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had already bet his family's future on Feng Langjun. Are he still afraid of this time?
At that moment, he mustered up his courage, and under the vigilant eyes of the guards at the Prime Minister's Mansion, he uneasily handed a greeting card to the concierge.
The concierge didn't mean to look down on anyone, but he just couldn't tell what kind of status the refugee-like person in front of him had, who dared to come to the Prime Minister's house to deliver a greeting card?
At that moment, I picked up the greeting card and took a look at it casually, and my eyes widened immediately.
Then he looked at Wang Ping with eyes full of disbelief.
To be a concierge, of course you need to have a good eye, but you also need to have a good memory. You need to know who can enter, who cannot enter, who can enter directly, and who has to wait to enter.
One of them is named Feng Yong, who is named Mingwen, and is very special.
Although this person has not been here a few times, he is a person who can directly enter the inner courtyard.
Madam even personally issued an order a few days ago that if any news related to this person comes, it must be reported as soon as possible.
