Compared with the Wei State, which had to first think about fighting for power in times of crisis, the Han Dynasty seemed much quieter.
Whether it is Shangshutai or the emperor in advance, they have been ready to take over the power of the prime minister's office in the past few years.
Li Ping, the only one who can suppress Adou in name, has been suppressed by the prime minister for many years.
Adou has a woman standing behind him. With the previous lessons, it is impossible to release Li Ping again.
Before his death, the prime minister personally wrote a memorial to propose marriage to the royal family for someone Feng.
It can be said that the calmness before the big man's eyes took nearly ten years to arrange.
As long as Feng Junhou can stabilize the newly recovered Guanzhong and prevent the front from affecting the rear.
Then it is possible for the big man to make a smooth transition.
On the contrary, if Guanzhong is gained but lost again, the Han Dynasty may not only face the situation of the Battle of Yiling for the second time, but even Longyou and even Guanzhong may not be safe.
Regarding this, the two women standing behind Adou and Feng Junhou could see clearly.
Therefore, Adou not only sent angels to Guanzhong as quickly as possible to calm people's hearts, but also formally agreed to the marriage between Feng Junhou and the Zhang family's young lady.
Even the Guan family, who were deeply involved in the matter, did not raise any objections.
At present, not only the Han and Wei countries are walking on thin ice, but also the various domestic forces in the two countries are also watching carefully.
The only exception was Feng Junhou, who was at the center of the storm.
After General Guan came back from his inspection tour, he confronted the fourth king Zhang Xiao who came from Liangzhou.
Although the two of them still called each other affectionately like sisters as before, in fact, only Feng Junhou knew the changes best.
"Easy, gentle, yes, right here, oh, oh..."
Feng Junhou lay on the couch, moaning and groaning.
Amei was half-kneeling on the couch, massaging his lower back vigorously.
Li Mu was holding the prepared vigorous kidney-tonifying soup, blowing it gently, and sometimes putting it into Feng Junhou's mouth.
The prescription for the medicinal soup was robbed by General Guan from the goddess of heaven, and the effect was quite good.
But even like this, he can't stand up to the fact that there are tigers and cunning foxes in his house.
Anyway, these days, Feng Junhou has been tortured by the tiger girl and the fox girl in turn, and the iron-clad man has almost turned into a scumbag.
"I can't survive. I can't stay in this house."
Feng Junhou drank the last mouthful of the medicinal soup and complained endlessly:
"I will leave the house today."
Resting his head on Li Mu's lap, Feng Junhou asked:
"I ran away from the house, will you follow me?"
Li Mu opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she felt someone coming in from the corner of her eyes. She turned her head to look, and quickly closed her mouth again.
"Where is Alang going?"
General Guan walked to the couch, bent down, leaned into Feng Junhou's ear, and asked quietly:
"Where are Alang going?"
"You can go anywhere..." Before he finished speaking, Feng Junhou sat up like a frightened rabbit, and his waist seemed to regain strength all of a sudden.
"Xijun, you, why are you back again?"
Feng Junhou chuckled and looked outside subconsciously.
The sun was just right, it was daytime.
"I heard that Alang didn't have the appetite for breakfast today, and I was worried, so I came back to take a look."
General Guan's face was rosy, like a flower bearing dewdrops in the morning, blooming unscrupulously with the damn charm of her age.
General Guan held down the sword hanging on his waist with his left hand and said softly:
"Alang wants to go out? I have nothing to do these two days, so I just want to accompany you."
"Going out?"
"Yes, going out." General Guan looked at Feng Junhou innocently, "When I was at the door just now, I heard Alang say that he wanted to go out."
"Oh, yes, yes, going out."
Feng Junhou responded subconsciously and rolled his eyes a few times:
"Isn't it the end of April? It's the time to plant millet in Guanzhong, so I want to go out to inspect and supervise the cultivation."
General Guan nodded:
"Alang is right, farming is a big deal and should not be taken lightly."
This year's spring plowing in Guanzhong is actually not very good.
the reason is simple.
Last year, winter came to an end and the war ended. Before I could catch my breath, it was spring plowing again.
Supplying food and fodder to the Guanzhong army is a huge expense.
In addition, a large army must be sent to quell Shangdang.
We should also pay attention to the famine among the people and provide seeds to the people...
After all the planting, even with Dongfeng Express and the grain reserves of Longyou Hanzhong over the past few years, it can barely maintain stability.
It is simply impossible to restore people's livelihood on a large scale.
Therefore, this year’s summer plowing has become even more important.
It is related to whether the people in Guanzhong can have enough food to survive the winter this year.
"Where are you going, brother-in-law?"
Zhang Xingyi walked in from the door and looked wary when he saw the people in the room.
It was as if the people in front of her were about to elope but she caught them.
Feng Junhou lay back on the couch and sighed:
"Go and inspect Xia Geng."
"I also need to go!"
"Okay, okay, you go too." Feng Junhou said weakly, "Then who will take care of the children at home?"
There are six children, big and small. The older ones have to practice martial arts and literacy, while the younger ones have to be looked after carefully.
There is also a lucky Ashun. When his teeth are growing, he will grab the dog's tail and bite it whenever adults don't pay attention.
The wet nurse alone cannot suppress these little devils in the house.
The two ladies looked at each other, and then looked at the two concubines in tacit understanding.
Amei and Li Mu bowed their heads: Alang was originally going to take them out...
It’s just that concubines have no human rights.
That's how it was decided.
On a sunny day in early summer, the blue sky wall is inlaid with marble-like clouds, and swallows happily cut through the silence of the sky.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo's call comes from time to time, telling the world that "spring has returned" and early summer has arrived.
As the saying goes, the green is dark and the red is sparse. There are a few small red flowers blooming dotted beside the field ditch. They seem to be very light, so light that they are almost lonely. Especially when set against the surrounding dense green, they look even more late-flowering.
The wheat in the field turned light yellow unconsciously, seeming to announce the arrival of the harvest.
Unfortunately, such scenery is rare. Most of them are bare fields without crops.
However, there are quite a few farmers working in the fields.
"Alang, where are we going?"
"Go over there."
Feng Junhou pointed to the east.
The group of people walked along the official road. Whenever there was a cultivated field, there would always be farmers busy.
Feng Junhou turned to Secretary Zhang and said:
"The resumption of production near Chang'an seems to be doing well."
Secretary Zhang has learned to ride a horse long ago in Liangzhou.
At this time, she was wearing a girdle riding outfit, disguised as a man like General Guan.
It’s just that she doesn’t have much experience, so people can tell at a glance that she is a girl.
After being praised by Feng Junhou, Zhang Xiaosi was a little dissatisfied:
"It's not enough. It's easy to talk about Chang'an, but further away, there aren't enough manpower to even re-divide the fields."
"Also, as long as you are far away from the army, there are many rebels and bandits. The county magistrates and magistrates we send out sometimes are short of manpower and need to personally go into battle to kill the bandits."
Why was it said before that imperial power did not go to the countryside?
It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s that I can’t do it.
In a situation like this, if you want to quickly raise local taxes, you can only give up part of the grassroots power to local cowards and entrust them with help.
The initial stage of chaos is basically this state.
The bold ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death.
This is why Feng Junhou worked hard to train junior officials.
Even so, in the entire Yongzhou, excluding Longyou, there are dozens of counties left, except for some key counties.
For the rest, we can basically only appoint a county magistrate to go there. For those who are closer, we can send twenty or thirty guards. For those who are further away, we can send thirty or fifty guards at most.
As for the county captain or something, no, nothing.
As long as he arrives at a place, he does not seek to create a new world, but only seeks to gain a firm foothold. Whoever he recommends to come forward will basically be approved.
Grassroots, this is grassroots.
Of course, it's not without surprises.
In the past few months, there has been no news about the new magistrates in three counties. No trace of their lives or corpses.
General Guan has been leading patrols outside for the past few months precisely because he needs to deter those with bad intentions.
Those three counties were swept again by General Guan personally leading his troops.
The bandits alone captured nearly a thousand people when they invaded the army.
Feng Junhou was so angry that he was sent directly to Bingzhou, where a wonderful life in the mines would be waiting for them.
After hearing Secretary Zhang's words, before Feng Junhou opened his mouth, General Guan had already spoken:
"There is insufficient food and grass. The most important thing right now is to ensure that General Zhenbei has enough food and grass for his army to pacify Shangdang."
"Otherwise, many of the generals under the lord, each leading one or two thousand people, will patrol various places. I believe that it will not take half a year to restore peace to Guanzhong for a long time."
Between Guanzhong and Hanzhong, Hanzhong and Jincheng, the grain roads are still too restricted.
Obviously there is a large amount of grain that can be transported from Jiangzhou to Jingzhou, but the grain shipped from Hanzhong to Guanzhong has always been in a tight situation.
Feng Junhou sighed:
"We can't just rely on Hanzhong and Longyou. Otherwise, Hanzhong's grain road will be difficult to navigate, and Longyou will have to raise horses."
"If too much grain is transferred from Longyou, it may affect Longyou's horse farm."
It seemed very satisfying to eat so much territory in one go, but now I felt extremely stretched.
The aftermath is a headache.
To put it bluntly, years of war have led to a sharp decline in population, leaving too much arable land.
In addition, Dahan has leading farming tools and farming technology.
There is also a relatively developed animal husbandry industry, which provides a large amount of livestock power for transportation.
Feng Junhou's idea of mule support had no chance to be applied on the battlefield, but now it is used for post-war recovery.
Horse and mule teams continuously transported supplies from Longyou into Guanzhong. It can be said that Guanlong Avenue is now an important lifeline of Guanzhong.
The group of people followed the official road all the way east until they stopped near Baqiao.
Feng Junhou asked the accompanying guards to camp on the spot, and then he took General Guan, Secretary Zhang and others down the official road.
After walking along the Ba River for a long distance, Feng Junhou saluted an old farmer:
"This old man invited me."
The old farmer who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and resting, opened his eyes and saw the extraordinary-looking Feng Junhou and others, and stood up quickly:
"Don't dare, may I ask, what does this gentleman do for you?"
Feng Junhou pointed to the ground under his feet and asked:
"These lands belong to my husband's own home?"
Hearing this, the old farmer showed a smile on his face and said repeatedly:
"Exactly, exactly! The government just allocated the land this year!"
Feng Junhou pointed to the empty farmland:
"My father-in-law is planning to grow millet, but not wheat?"
The old farmer looked at Feng Junhou and his party and asked:
"Is Mr. Lang from Shu?"
Feng Junhou showed surprise on his face:
"How did my father-in-law know?"
The old farmer showed a clear look, and there was even a trace of yearning in his expression:
"Sichuan, probably only people from that place would ask such a question."
Feng Junhou was really surprised this time:
"What do you mean, father-in-law?"
"I heard that there has been no famine in Shu for more than ten years!"
The old farmer shook his head, seeming to feel emotion and envy, and looked at Feng Junhou again:
"I'm afraid Mr. Lang doesn't know how to farm, right?"
"ah?"
Feng Junhou was a little stunned.
"Although we can harvest a lot of wheat, it has to pick up the ground!" The old farmer pointed to the fields, "These fields have not been cultivated for several years, and they are all overgrown."
"How can we grow wheat on raw land? We must first plant some beans, or at least the durable millet."
"Otherwise, if we sow the wheat and harvest the empty shells, how will we survive next year?"
Hearing these words, Feng Junhou, who was born as Wei Cheng in Diannong School, blushed.
Indeed, it seems that I have not farmed for at least ten years.
He squatted down and asked:
"My father-in-law is so wise! I am short-sighted. Is the land allocated by the government enough to support my family?"
"Enough is enough! As long as you serve these lands with your heart, you will be able to eat most of your food in the first three years. In this world, do you want to be full?"
"After these three years, the raw land has become mature land, and there is no need to worry anymore."
The father-in-law’s eyes were shining with hope:
"I heard that the Han government only requires tithes. If it's true, even if you pay the taxes, you might be able to eat enough in the future and still have some food left over..."
Having said this, the old farmer looked at Feng Junhou again:
"This gentleman, I want to ask something, is it okay?"
"Master, please speak."
"I heard that in Shu, not only can every family have enough to eat, but they can also have enough food to raise some poultry and livestock. It's like a prosperous time on earth. Is this true?"
Looking at the old man who is nearly fifty years old, his face actually has the innocent fantasy that only a child can have, and there is even a bit of prayer in his eyes.
It seemed that he was begging Feng Junhou not to break his illusion.
Feng Junhou didn't know why, but his eyes felt hot and his throat felt a little blocked:
"Why do you think so, father-in-law?"
The old farmer chuckled:
"Hey! If the people in Shu can live in the prosperous times, then our place can be regarded as under the rule of the Han, right?"
As he spoke, he looked towards the field on the other side, his eyes full of hope:
“I don’t expect to have enough food at home to raise some chickens, ducks, etc., but if I can have enough to eat, that’s fine!”
"Who did you hear this from?"
"Well, that's what those little kids said when they were measuring the land for us."
"Do you believe what they say so much?"
When the old farmer heard Feng Junhou's words, he stared and said:
"The land has been divided, why don't you believe it?"
He patted his chest: "The land deed is still here with us! No one can take it away!"
"In other words, everyone hopes to live under the rule of the Han Dynasty?"
"Whoever gives the land will follow!"
How down-to-earth!
