The words "everyone needs to work together" are probably Zhuge Lao Yao secretly reminding himself that he must put national affairs first and work together.
Let's just be united. Feng Yong doesn't have any objections.
If you want to live a small life, you have to let the old demon Zhuge live well first.
When he is better, the man will be better off, and when the man is better, he will be better off.
Jiang Wan, on the other hand, was slightly startled when he saw Feng Yong's nonchalant expression. He didn't know whether the prince really didn't know the meaning of this, or whether he was pretending not to know.
It's just that this is a matter between the prime minister and the prince, so Jiang Wan can't say too much.
"Your Majesty, Wan actually has one more thing to do when he comes here this time."
"There's more?" Feng Yong almost shouted, "Isn't it over?"
This is not the way to pluck wool. If you really pluck the wool in the pasture like this, the sheep will be bald by you!
Jiang Wan seemed to know that his request was a bit too much, and he looked a little embarrassed: "You know, Lord, a few days ago, there were rioters in Guanghan County roaring in the mountains and forests, and even the Northern Expedition military supplies transported by the Prime Minister to Hanzhong were plundered."
Feng Yong naturally knew that there was civil unrest in Guanghan County, because someone within the Xinghan Association had already spread the news. The price of food in Jincheng suddenly rose sharply because of the civil unrest in Guanghan County.
Jincheng belonged to Shu County, which was equivalent to the northern capital in later generations, while Guanghan County was just north of Shu County, which was equivalent to Hebei in later generations.
There was turmoil in Guanghan County, which directly affected the stability of people's hearts in Jincheng. What followed was a sudden surge in food prices.
A few days ago, Feng Yong was jumping around and cursing for a while, saying that there would be no chaos in the morning and no chaos in the evening, but it happened to be chaos when the Xinghan Association was buying a large amount of grain. For this reason, I don’t know how much more money should be paid.
At that time, Feng Yong realized that the civil unrest in Guanghan County was not only a protest against the imperial court by aristocratic families in central Shu, but they even took the opportunity to raise the price of food in Jincheng and shed some blood on themselves.
Why doesn't this make a certain country brat fly into a rage, completely forgetting that he has tricked people into bleeding out many times before?
This time, the most I can get is a little interest.
Now that Feng Yong heard Jiang Wan take the initiative to bring up this matter, he asked curiously, "How many hidden people did the imperial court find, and are they worthy of such a big fight by those aristocratic families?"
"So far, more than 300,000 people have been found." Jiang Wan looked solemn. "Everyone can guess that the family has hidden a lot of people, but they didn't expect there to be so many people."
"Hiss!" Feng Yong inhaled as if he had toothache, "Only 300,000?"
"Talent?" Jiang Wan was really shocked this time, "Three hundred thousand is already a lot. Does the Lord know how many people there were in the Han Dynasty before this?"
"How many?"
"When the late emperor ascended the throne, he checked the books in the treasury and found that there were 200,000 and 900,000 households. However, in recent years, there have been many more people in the counties of Hanzhong and Shuzhong, with a total of two One hundred and twenty thousand households, one million people.”
"Now that the imperial government's treasury is abundant, it is possible to reorganize the number of people and acres of land. Unexpectedly, there will be three hundred thousand more people. Lord, this is three hundred thousand people, not thirty thousand. It is nearly 30% more than before."
Jiang Wan said with excitement, "Among them, the monarch really made a great contribution! If not..."
Can you speak? Can you speak?
If you say that to someone who doesn't know what's going on, it will be misunderstood that it took me three years to create 300,000 people!
So, why do you need money? Because you can do whatever you want with money.
Otherwise, according to Zhuge Lao Yao's previous search efforts, how could he have the capital to put in effort to conduct population census?
Just worrying about the family's backlash was enough for the court to compromise.
Like now, if you rebel, you rebel, and you just suppress them directly. Anyway, you have money and food in your hands.
Feng Yong curled his lips, waved his hands carelessly, and interrupted Jiang Wan, "What's this? The counties in Nanzhong haven't checked yet. If they do, wouldn't there be more?"
Zhuge Lao Yao's Northern Expedition is a topic that will be talked about for generations to come and will never fade away.
Because in the 1,800 years since then, there has never been a regime that separated itself from Shu and was able to take the initiative to attack the north, and it was able to fight so vigorously.
And this involves the comparison of the economy and population between Shu and Wei: at that time, Shu's registered population was about one million, while Wei's was about 4.5 million.
Moreover, Cao Wei also occupied the most elite area in the world, while Shu was a remote place at that time.
So this is the reason why later generations admire the old demon Zhuge.
But as far as the population issue is concerned, there is a controversial point, that is, after Jin unified the country, he began a comprehensive inventory, and the country suddenly had a population of 25 million.
This is enough to illustrate the large number of people who have gone into hiding due to war.
Therefore, based on the statistics of the Western Jin Dynasty, later scholars inferred that the real population of Shu at that time was 4 million, and that of Wei was 13 million.
Feng Yong thinks this is closer to the real situation.
But now that the imperial court has conducted a population census, only 300,000 people have been found?
Just this made Jiang Wan excited. Judging from this, Old Demon Zhuge was probably overjoyed as well.
After all, there are nearly 30% more people. Based on the ratio of soldiers to civilians of one to ten, at least 30,000 more people can be recruited.
Unfortunately, for Feng Yong, it is boring and meaningless: where is the remaining two million?
I have worked so hard to increase productivity, and I am even willing to share the profits so that aristocratic families can benefit from it. How can you be worthy of me if you are so stubborn in hiding the truth from the population?
Just to clear out 300,000 hidden people, a riot broke out, and they even took the opportunity to drive up food prices. How much more blood did I have to shed? What a bunch of gluttons!
Thinking of this, Feng Yong felt his heart bleed: a lot of small money was spent just like this!
"Your Majesty, Nanzhong... At this time, there is no way to check the population. After all, the Yi people of various tribes in Nanzhong can only be regarded as the property of the barbarian king Yishuai, and they are beyond the control of the big man."
Jiang Wan was excited to talk about this matter, but when he saw Feng Yong looking dissatisfied, he was shocked. Looking at Junhou's appearance, he seemed to think that the number of people identified was too few?
"What about Shu and Hanzhong? The Prime Minister is going to stop here and not continue the investigation?
Feng Yongyong asked reluctantly.
"The civil unrest in Guanghan County has shown that it is not appropriate for the court to continue the investigation." Jiang Wan explained, "After all, the top priority is to prepare for the Northern Expedition as early as possible, and the Prime Minister also needs stability in Shu."
"The limitations of the feudal landlord class..."
Feng Yong muttered something that Jiang Wan could not understand, and then said to Jiang Wan, "The Yuexun people, I have also conducted an inventory these days, and there are about 150,000 people."
"The specific data is with Bo, the leader of the Yue clan. When Jiang joins the army and returns to Jincheng, you can ask him for the book."
"How much?!" Jiang Wan unexpectedly heard this and screamed, "Ten...hundred and fifteen thousand?"
"Yes, 150,000. Two hundred years ago there were 400,000."
Feng Yong looked at Jiang Wan's expression and said disdainfully.
"This moment and that moment, this... how can this compare?" Jiang Wan stammered, "Your Majesty, is this serious? This kind of thing is not a joke."
"The number of registered people refers to those who can pay taxes, not those tribesmen, slave laborers, etc., let alone those barbarians who cannot be ordered by the imperial court."
"I know, I'm not a coward!" Feng Yong glanced at Jiang Wan angrily, "I have stayed in Nanxiang for that long after all. According to the old rules, the horse farm and other people will be paid by the horse farm. Taxation and corvee levy.”
"As for those who are willing to farm, they will be taxed according to ten taxes, and not even a penny will be lost."
In ancient times, in addition to paying land taxes, people also had to pay poll taxes, and they also had to perform corvee services from time to time.
Ranches and textile workshops were new things, so Feng Yong set a precedent, which was a very bad precedent for those rich and aristocratic families who desperately sucked blood: uniformly helping employees pay taxes.
So this is why so many people try their best to squeeze into Nanxiang Ranch and Workshop.
Because as long as you become a formal employee and work with peace of mind, not only will you not have to worry about food and clothing, but you will also have someone to take care of your life, old age, illness and death.
Even the government's corvee work will be handled by the ranch workshop - because the workshop has a dedicated engineering team and a dedicated nursing team.
Feng Yong's actions not only made the employees grateful, but Zhuge Laoyao also expressed satisfaction: after all, the professionalism of the engineering team and the nursing team cannot be matched by those temporarily transferred civilian workers.
As for farming, it's even simpler.
These days, there are many people but little land. As long as they are given enough farmland, coupled with a curved shaft plow suitable for small households, and advanced farming technology, Feng Yong can even rent cattle from the pasture to them for farming.
According to this situation, the life of a homesteader may not be considered prosperous, but it is definitely enough nourishment.
So the big families who endlessly annex land should be damned!
The demise of feudal societies in the past dynasties was ultimately a question of land.
The most important thing now is to find ways to strengthen the strength of the Han Dynasty, rather than to carry out agrarian revolution.
The military system of the Sui and Tang Dynasties supported the country's prosperity for nearly a hundred years.
For Feng Yong, a hundred years is enough.
The problems a hundred years from now can be solved by expansion, because the world is so big, why don’t you go and see it?
Of course, it can also be solved through various methods such as continuing to develop productivity. Those are all issues that will be considered in the future.
The main problem at present is the issue of unification.
To unify, we must have sufficient military resources and economic strength.
Feng Yong is confident in his economic strength.
Enough troops are enough.
That's why when he heard that Old Demon Zhuge had obtained 300,000 people from the Shuzhong family, he stopped with satisfaction, feeling that it was really a toothache - the limitations of the feudal landlord class!
"Your Majesty, your Majesty is really capable of running an army on the horse, and can manage the people under his horse. He is truly a great talent!"
Jiang Wan received Feng Yong's affirmation and was so excited that he reached out again and wanted to hold Feng Yong's hand tightly.
Feng Yong trembled with fright, took a few steps back without leaving a trace, coughed, and pretended to pull the hanger holding the millstone, as if to see if the knot was strong, and did not let Jiang Wan hold his hand again.
At the same time, his mind was racing and he was sweating slightly on his forehead, "Ahem, Chiang Kai-shek is joining the army. There is civil unrest. I just said civil unrest!"
When Jiang Wan heard Feng Yong mention this, he remembered the topic he originally talked about and was stunned.
I originally wanted to bring up the topic of civil unrest, so why did I miss it for so long without realizing it?
Thinking about it again, wasn't it Feng Junhou who led him astray?
When he looked at Feng Yong, his expression became a little strange: Mr. Feng, the clever talker, really lived up to his reputation.
After such a interruption, Jiang Wan quickly said, "Yes, yes, civil unrest, Wan almost forgot."
At the moment, he forgot about stepping forward to hold Feng Yong's hand.
"That's it. Didn't the Lord say a few days ago that the Yue, Han and Yi were not equal? Although the rebellious people in Guanghan County violated the imperial decree, they were instigated by others after all."
"The prime minister's intention is to move them to Yuexi, firstly as a punishment, and secondly, to fill up Yuexun. What do you think?"
"Immigration to the real border?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he immediately understood.
"Exactly."
"Well, how many people are there?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he finally heard good news.
There are many ways of population migration, and immigration to the real border is one of them. The particularity of this type is that it is officially organized.
The origin can be traced back to the pre-Qin Dynasty. In the early Warring States period, the Chu State moved its nobles to the border to open up wasteland, develop the border economy, and strengthen national defense.
In the era of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, he was the most ambitious, immigrating more than 700,000 people to the north at one time.
Strictly speaking, in recent years, there have been several sporadic official immigrants from the Han Dynasty to Hanzhong.
As for the dark activities of the militia...that is called capital's bloody activities.
"Thirty thousand people."
Jiang Wan held out three fingers and said, "The Prime Minister is afraid that if he accepts so many people rashly, the prince will not be able to take care of them, so he asked Wan to come over and inform him that the prince should prepare as soon as possible."
Thirty thousand people are nothing!
I can eat another 100,000 people.
Just thinking about the price of food in Jincheng, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter. Now the government in Yuexi is organizing reclamation. They are not afraid of too many people, but afraid of not having enough people. When will these people arrive?"
Damn it, misfortunes never come singly. Rich man Feng Dadu's heart bleeds again: Shuzhong family, let's take note of this account first.
"The first batch is already on its way."
"Okay, I understand."
Today's reclamation is centered on Qiongdu and goes north along Sun River, supplemented by Suqi and Taideng counties. Just these three counties are enough trouble.
Not to mention the Sunshui River Valley plain area outside these three counties, Feng Yong simply does not have the manpower to develop it.
Thirty thousand people would not even be able to make a splash if they were thrown into it - provided there is sufficient food supply.
After discussing with Jiang Wan, someone arranged to take him down to rest. Feng Yong went to inspect various places non-stop until the sun was about to set, and then he turned back to the city.
Although he was tricked by an aristocratic family and suffered a heavy bleeding, Feng Yong was still very happy about the upcoming population of 30,000.
Although there are 40,000 Han people in Yuexun, most of them are located in Anshang County, which is close to Jianwei County. In nearby places like Qiongdu, if you don't count the soldiers and Dongfeng Express employees who come and go, there are not many Han people at all.
The coming of these 30,000 people was a timely help.
Enlightenment, enlightenment, and enlightenment must have a model. If there is no model, who knows how to Chineseize it?
Now that Jiang Wan's arrival has finally solved Feng Yong's biggest problem, he finished his day's work and returned to the small courtyard humming a song.
"I have a little donkey, and I never ride it..."
I washed my hands and feet in the yard and walked into the living room. I was about to find a drink of water when I saw a person sitting quietly at the top.
This man's face was extremely handsome, but also extremely cold, expressionless, and his body stood as straight as a golden sword. He just sat there quietly and stared at Feng Yong.
It was getting late, and even the dim sunset couldn't shine into the room, and there was no light on. The flickering light, coupled with Guan Ji's appearance and aura, made Feng Yong almost shout "Ghost!"
"Xi...Xi...you have a small leather whip in your hand..." Feng Tubao's heart was so frightened that he even changed the lyrics unconsciously. He stammered and asked, "How are you, Mr. Xi?" Sit here?"
Guan Ji, who was like a wooden figure, finally had an expression on her face and a smile bloomed, "I'm waiting for Alang!"
"Oh, oh," Feng Yong patted his chest, "Xijun is interested."
Guan Ji stood up slowly and walked towards Feng Yong with a graceful manner. Her momentum became more and more compelling, "Alang, thank you."
