In the hot weather, the crops in the fields gradually turned yellow in the hot weather. Seeing that the harvest season was coming, Zhang Sheng's heart began to get hot.
Food is the most important thing for the people!
Tens of thousands of people depend on this harvest for a year's rations, and there is no room for carelessness. The wheat harvest has become the top priority of Guangchang's work at this time.
In the era before large-scale harvesting machinery or transportation machinery, all the crops in the fields relied on the people to manually harvest, dry, and thresh the crops, and then carry them back to the granary one by one.
Soldiers stopped training; children stopped learning.
In Guangchang City, except for the necessary defensive forces, the rest of the people went to the fields.
Zhang Sheng wants to return the grains to the warehouse after the crops are mature.
The sickles are flying, the wheat sheaves are running, the adults are having fun, the children are laughing, and the harvest fields are filled with happy people.
Young and old men cut handfuls of golden, ripe wheat; women and old women carefully gathered and tied handfuls of wild wheat into bundles; and sensible older children moved lightly. They picked up the sheaves of wheat and sent them off to the wheat field. They were so afraid of the noise that they shook off a grain of grain from the ears of wheat. The young children, either carrying broken baskets or bags, stuck out their little buttocks and lowered their heads. He could almost touch the ground, picking up the wheat grains scattered in the fields.
On the wheat field, the spreading ears of wheat were shelled under the cheerful beating of flails; small handfuls of corn were piled up under the careful beating of the old woman. The plump wheat and golden corn reflected the redness of the old farmer's dark cheeks, and also reflected their deep feelings. The ravines on the face.
The disheveled mouth didn't want to close since seeing the piles of wild rice; the few remaining teeth trembled endlessly since seeing the piles of golden rice.
"Thanks to Junhou, it's so good...hehe...hehehe..."
"Haha, Uncle Sun, it's better that you serve me well..."
"Good millet... Hahahaha... Junhou, this old man has been farming all his life and has never seen such good corn. Come on, Ah'er, kowtow to Junhou, thank you..."
"Uncle Li, you can't help it. From now on, we can see each other every year..."
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
My feet are steaming and rustic, my back is scorching with the scorching sky,
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
Again there was a poor woman with her son beside her,
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I never did farming or mulberry farming.
The salary of an official is three hundred dan, and there is a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
Looking at the scene in front of him and feeling the simplicity and sincerity of the people, Zhang Sheng's "Viewing the Harvesting of Wheat" suddenly appeared in Zhang Sheng's heart. Bai Dashen, a realistic old angry young man, had feelings for the people when he was the captain of Zhouzhi County. Despite the hardships, he used his full talent to write this poem.
In Bai Dashen's pen, what actually appears on the page is that in addition to the wheat reaper, there is also a wheat gleaner. Moreover, Dashen Bai's concern is also more focused on those who pick up the wheat. At present, the degree of happiness and joy of the wheat cutters and the wheat gleaners are different between the rich and the poor, but their destinies are closely related. Bai Dashen used his full talent to imply that today's miserable and pitiful wheat gleaners may be yesterday's hard-working wheat plowers. Of course, who knows that today's hard-working wheat cutters will become miserable and miserable wheat gleaners tomorrow?
As for the internal cause of this change, Bai Dashen also gave the answer in his poem: as long as heavy taxes exist, working people will never be able to escape the fate of bankruptcy.
Sharp, sharp!
In his previous life, Zhang Sheng did not understand this masterpiece by Master Bai. Now, looking at the joyful scene in front of him, he suddenly understood.
I just followed the previous agreement that after the summer harvest, the harvest on the land would be divided equally with the people, and there was no additional donation. The kind-hearted people sent me blessings and thanks, forcing them to The child gave himself a noisy head one after another...
Day after day, Zhang Sheng led his guards from east to west, from south to north, and visited several major grain-producing areas in Guangchang, dealing with waves of enthusiastic people with a smile on his face. People, these days, he feels extremely comfortable. He knows why the people are so happy, and he also knows why the people are so happy, because according to the agreement, half of the piles of wheat and bags of corn can be divided. into the hands of the common people...
"Brother, is Zhang Sheng really that willing?"
Zhao Yun picked up the rice that his elder brother was supposed to be carrying and put it on his shoulders. Looking at the people happily carrying the materials home, he couldn't help but ask his elder brother.
Are you willing?
Abandon?
Guangchang County has more than 200,000 acres of cultivated land, with an average yield of about three shi per mu, 600,000 shi of grain, and 300,000 shi distributed to the people.
have to?
After this season, Zhao Feng believed that the nearly 30,000 people in Guangchang would not go west if Zhang Sheng said east.
"Ayun, the sages have something to say." The people of the region do not use the boundaries of sealing words, the country does not rely on the test of mountains and rivers to consolidate the country, and the power of the world does not rely on the benefits of military revolution. Those who have attained the truth will receive much help, while those who have lost the truth will receive little help. When little help comes, the family will be intimidated; when there is much help, the world will obey. "Zhang Sheng has already understood the essence of this. Now, do you still think he won't let it go?" Zhao Feng glanced at his younger brother and turned around silently.
After hearing the elder brother's words, Zhao Yun blushed, picked up two bags of rice and followed the elder brother's footsteps.
Is it a house? Yes?
Just look at the people around him and you will know that he shouldn't have asked such a stupid question...
Guangchang City became lively again, and there was once again a long queue in front of the high platform outside the south gate, which became very lively.
However, what was different from the last time was that last time, the common people carried baskets, earthen pots, and torn bags, and eagerly received the liters of millet from the hands of the soldiers. Now, the common people also carry baskets and backpacks, but they happily pour the corn in the baskets and pockets into the soldiers' aerial light buckets, and send blessings or thanks.
"Lang Jun, come back, the sun is too strong." The old slave reminded him gently when he saw the fine beads of sweat coming out of his husband's forehead.
Cold, cold heart!
Looking up at the sun hanging high in the sky, his eyes returned to the high platform below the city again. Jushou felt his heart become cold.
Day by day, we didn't wait for the soldiers and horses of the state to encircle and suppress Zhang's thieves, nor did they wait for Zhang's thieves to drain Guangchang. Instead, they waited for hordes of refugees to arrive. Guangchang became better and better day by day. The lively atmosphere also brought smiles to the faces of the people.
Jushou didn't know what would happen if he continued to wait. However, one thing he knew clearly in his heart was that from now on, Guangchang, good or bad, had nothing to do with him, Ju Shou Ju Gong Da...
