Chapter 1057 Problems in the development process

  In Guanzhong in the first month of April, there are mixed peanut trees and birds flying through the forest.

  The spring scenery is pleasant, light and thick, the flowers in the southern mountains are blooming in the northern mountains, the poplar branches are blown into thousands of lines, and the oriole is calling for the morning breeze.

  In the depths of the flowers, there are groups of rhododendrons, flying here and there, arguing endlessly, embellishing the spring very well.

   "It's really a good year, beautiful scenery!"

   Feng Junhou stood on a mound outside Chang'an City, looking at the busy crowd in the distance, he couldn't help sighing.

  Under his feet, the Wubao that Sima Yi ordered to build was originally pushed into a mound of earth, ready to be bulldozed by civilians at any time.

  Large and small fortresses and fortresses, in winter, many refugees who had been gathered together dismantled them and used them to burn fires for warmth.

  When spring came, facing hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting to be fed, Feng Junhou didn't panic at all.

  With the help of Secretary Zhang, coupled with the rich experience in Liangzhou's work-for-relief.

  The things outside Chang'an City that were originally used to stop the Han army are being demolished one by one.

   Flatten what should be flattened, and fill in what should be filled.

  If the trenches are connected according to the terrain, many of them are just suitable for use as canals to divert water for irrigation, which saves the trouble of building water conservancy.

  Of course, it is not just the issue of being able to eat a full meal that arouses the great enthusiasm of the people.

   Instead, every time a pre-marked construction site is cleared, a piece of arable land can be obtained on the plain north of the Wei River.

  Over the years, Sima Yi has cultivated a large number of farmland in Guanzhong.

  The specific quantity is still under intense measurement.

   And a considerable part of these farmlands were reclaimed by Deng Ai himself, who was indeed a master of farmland.

  Thinking of this, Feng Junhou couldn't help feeling a little regretful: It's a pity for this person's talent.

   "The grassroots personnel are seriously insufficient, and the speed of resuming production is far lower than the set target."

  Secretary Zhang followed Feng Junhou with the folder, and said in a serious tone:

   "We must find a way to increase more grassroots personnel as soon as possible. Otherwise, except for the area around Chang'an, other places in Guanzhong may fall into the hands of local tyrants again in a short time."

  After giving birth, Secretary Zhang has a more feminine charm.

  If it is paired with a pair of glasses, it will be a proper favorite of the big boss.

  Guanzhong is the capital city after the Great Han Dynasty, and such things as rampant rightists are absolutely not allowed to happen.

  Feng Junhou sighed:

   "I understand the truth, it's only a short while, where can I find so many people? I can't send soldiers from the east side of the river, can I?"

  The east side is also extremely important.

   There is also Tongguan.

   Before Tongguan was repaired, it was impossible for his little fat brother-in-law—Feng Junhou to sneak a glance at Secretary Zhang—to leave for Chang'an.

   So it is extremely important to repair Tongguan as soon as possible.

   After aiming at Secretary Zhang, Feng Junhou immediately turned his gaze to the south again, and murmured:

   "It doesn't make sense. They said they arrived today. Why is it already past noon and I haven't seen anyone yet?"

  Secretary Zhang also tiptoed to look at the south side, and said angrily:

   "I don't care, you promised me anyway, if you don't send me another man today, I won't forgive you."

  Feng Junhou heard the words and quietly glanced around.

  The guards scattered in a circle to keep out the idlers.

   Plus the surrounding noise.

   Well, no one should be able to hear your whispers.

  But seeing Feng's face is sanctimonious, but his tone is extremely wretched:

   "Oh, I don't know why Xijun can't spare me?"

  When Secretary Zhang heard this, her face flushed slightly. She glared at Feng Junhou, and suddenly felt her legs go weak.

   It shouldn't be, when he was about to leave Liangzhou, he was obviously begging for mercy.

  How has it been more than a year, and how has the situation turned around?

  How does this old thing grow flowers from dead trees, and spring on old trees?

   "Bah! Shameless! I'm talking about business, I'm not good at it!"

  Secretary Zhang reprimanded Feng Junhou righteously.

   "Oh, it's business, here, is that here?"

  Feng Junhou didn't care, he pointed forward suddenly and said something.

  Secretary Zhang took a closer look, and saw a faintly visible thin snake appearing on the official road to the south.

   Look carefully, the front of the team is still holding the flag high.

   When it got closer, there was even a faint loud shout.

  Zhang Xingyi listened carefully, and after hearing it clearly, a smile appeared on his face: "Here we come!"

  Singing while marching is an old tradition of the Nanxiang Department.

  Army, civil servants, students, etc., without exception.

   This team that is coming in a hurry is just the senior students who were transferred from the Royal Academy in the beginning of spring.

   Guanzhong is initially decided, and a lot of waste is waiting to be done, and a lot of manpower is needed.

  The Royal Academy students who were preparing to take the exam were all transferred to Guanzhong by Feng Junhou.

  Even the tradition of going to Nanzhong for an internship every year was forced to be interrupted this year.

  Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, each of them wore leggings and leather belts around their waists.

  Kettles, towels, rucksacks, etc. are all available, and they look very capable.

  Although their faces were full of exhaustion, they couldn't hide their high spirits, with yearning for the future in their eyes.

  The various legends handed down by the seniors who went to Liangzhou to take the exam filled them with desire and passion.

  The guard captain who escorted them along the way saw Feng Junhou standing on a high place early on.

   Immediately slapped the horse's ass, kicked up a cloud of dust, rushed to the front of the mound, and dismounted: "Meet the king!"

   "Get up, you've worked hard. Is this journey going well?"

  Feng Junhou walked down the mound and asked.

   "It's okay to return to Junhou. Except for five people who twisted their feet and seven people who fell ill, the rest can keep up."

  The captain looked at Feng Junhou with reverence in his eyes:

   "The son who came out of the academy knows military orders quite well, and I am afraid that ordinary military troops can't compare with them."

  Looking at the standing posture of the captain in front of him, Feng Junhou smiled and asked:

   "Which battalion did you belong to before?"

  Escorting college students here, ordinary people are not qualified to undertake this task.

  All are directly appointed by Dongfeng Express.

   Moreover, there are certain requirements for the escorts, and they must pass the political review.

   Not only do you need to know how to organize a march, but you also need to have the force to fight against rebellious soldiers and bandits.

  The retired soldiers of the Nanxiang Department are the top priority.

   "Junhou, I joined the army in Jianxing for seven years and was selected into the Modao camp. Later, I followed Junhou to Anding to fight against the bandits. I was wounded in Xiaoguan and had to be discharged from the army."

   "Where does it hurt?"

  The captain grinned and raised his left hand, with five fingers, only the ring finger and little finger remained.

  The rest of the palm is bare, which makes people feel a little shocking.

  It was in stark contrast with the captain's bright smile, as if this was the medal he got when he followed the prince.

   Feng Junhou laughed and patted him on the shoulder:

   "How did life go after returning home?"

  The captain smiled:

   "It's okay, Saburo in the family is quite promising, and he was recommended to enter the Royal Academy."

   Then pointed to the team behind:

   "Sanlang is there, so I applied for an **** this time. Thanks to Junhou, I can look forward to it in the future!"

   No wonder he laughed like he ate magpie droppings.

  Feng Junhou also heaved a sigh of relief:

   "It's good to have hope, I'm afraid that after everyone shed blood and sweat, they will cry again."

  Other people, Feng Junhou, can't take care of that much, but within the Xinghanhui system, he must take care of his own people.

   "No, no!" The captain waved his hands again and again, "Everyone is thinking of you."

   "Is there any difficulty?"

   "No...uh..." The captain hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Junhou again.

   Feng Junhou's heart sank.

   “Speak up when you have difficulties.”

  Although Xinghanhui is still in the stage of rapid growth, the forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds.

  According to Secretary Zhang's bedside wind, Feng Junhou knew that this time he led the troops out, and something happened in Liangzhou.

   Although it has been processed, the beginning and the end have not been processed cleanly.

  One of the most important reasons is that there is no way to dig deeper—this seems to involve the corruption of Xinghanhui's internal staff.

  This kind of problem can only be dealt with by Feng Junhou himself.

   Corruption is inevitable.

  But if this kind of corruption has begun to affect the grassroots, it must arouse Feng Junhou's serious attention.

   "Uh, Junhou, it's like this. A few years ago, didn't Junhou say that if you give birth to a child in Liangzhou, Longyou, even if you are a Hu girl, you can get the land?"

   "Yes. There is such a thing."

   "The villain had been away from home for a long time at that time, and he couldn't bear it for a while, so he followed suit and hired a bearded girl."

  The captain's face was a little red, and he said, "That Hu girl is also a good child, she gave birth to a son and a daughter within a few times."

   "It's just that after returning to the hometown, the family... um... um..."

   It's over!

   didn't fully explain it clearly, and Feng Junhou also knew that this guy was finished.

  Nanxiang woman, who manages the family well, is well-known among all the big men.

   "Does the elder wife disagree?"

   "Not really, after all, under the name of the villain's concubine and children, there are some acres of land in Liangzhou, and they can get a lot of bonuses from the meeting every year."

  The captain said a little coyly, "It is the daughter of my concubine, she is quite intelligent. My concubine often persuades the villain at night, saying that she wants her to go to the textile school in the future."

   "It's just that their household registration is recorded in Liangzhou. To Nanxiang, they are considered foreigners, so it may be difficult to go to Nanxiang's textile school."

   "According to the custom, they are all married into our family, how can they be considered foreigners? So, so the villain wants to ask the king, this matter..."

   Feng Junhou heard this, and secretly laughed in his heart that this guy was still a concubine.

   Unexpectedly, Secretary Zhang next to him asked with a serious expression:

   "Does this kind of thing happen a lot among soldiers returning home after returning from the army?"

  The captain was not nervous when facing Feng Junhou, but when he saw the fairy-like person beside Feng Junhou speak, he immediately stammered nervously:

   "This, this, I... villain, there are several around me."

   "In order to integrate the Hu people as soon as possible, we made great efforts to promote the custom of lieutenant soldiers marrying Hu women."

   Feng Junhou opened his mouth and said, "Even if there are not many now, there will definitely be more and more in the future."

  After all, the area in Liangzhou, Longyou, now has lush water and grass and fertile land, which is not the appearance of soil erosion after the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

  As long as they are willing to marry a Hu girl, both of them can share the land in Liangzhou.

   The love of the farming people for the land is absolutely fiery.

   There is no better thing in the world than having a woman who can still divide the land.

  Secretary Zhang nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

  The serious imbalance of educational resources will lead to various problems and phenomena.

   Coming out of the school in Liangzhou, and coming out of the school in Nanxiang, the starting point of the two is definitely different.

  Looking at the cleverness hidden in the longing eyes of the captain, Feng Junhou still doesn't understand his thoughts.

  At the moment he smiled:

   "The matter you mentioned seems simple, but it is actually of great importance. But you reminded me, so let me give you another convenience."

   "In a situation like yours, I will ask Nanxiang Academy to open a special channel in the future. As long as you pay an extra copy of Shuxiu, you can let children who are not registered in Nanxiang study in Nanxiang."

   Nanxiang has long implemented such things as borrowing tuition fees among wealthy families.

   It's like Xu Ci, that pious old fellow, who goes to pester Wei Rong every year.

   If you don't get places in some colleges and even textile schools, you will definitely not give up.

  These quotas are either big favors or a lot of money, and ordinary people really have no way to get them.

  But this time, it is possible to expand the range of people who enjoy this policy.

   After all, it was his own decision to let the soldiers marry a Hu girl, and he must wipe his **** for this matter.

  But in order to avoid excessive crowding out of the resources of Nanxiang children who support me the most, there must be a threshold.

   Didn’t get the result he wanted the most, the captain was a little disappointed, but he was happy again when he heard that Junhou was able to spare everyone:

   "Thank you, Junhou, thank you, Junhou."

  Feng Junhou waved his hand, signaling him to back down.

  At the same time, he casually ordered Secretary Zhang to record this matter, and then go back and study it carefully, how to formulate policies.

   "Students meet with the head of the mountain."

   Leading the students to arrive, Wei Rong straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and bowed deeply.

  The students following him also saluted together:

   "Meet the head of the mountain!"

  The voice was uneven, and Feng Junhou even heard the sound of a male duck mixed with a voice change period.

  Feng Junhou laughed and said loudly:

   "There is no need to be polite, I have been waiting for you for a long time here! How, the scenery in Guanzhong is very different from Hanzhong?"

  Many students heard Feng Junhou's words, and couldn't help but squeeze forward, with excitement in their eyes, wanting to take a closer look at this legendary figure who founded the academy with his own hands.

   Only a bold student shouted loudly:

   "Shan Zhang, we have come this way, and we have no intention of looking at the scenery. We just want to reach Chang'an as soon as possible, and follow Shan Zhang to make contributions!"

  Feng Junhou stood on the mound again, looking at the green clothes underneath, his heart was agitated, and he gave an impromptu speech:

   "No matter how great the achievement is, it needs to be down-to-earth and start from practice. Without practice, the so-called meritorious deeds are nothing but illusions."

   "Shan Chang, I came to Nanxiang at the beginning of the year, but I lived in a thatched cottage and worked hard with like-minded comrades to build Nanxiang bit by bit."

   "If you want to make great achievements, you have to sink your heart. You must not be disgusted with being humble and ambitious, otherwise you will end up with nothing, understand?"

  Everyone responded in unison again: "No!"

  (end of this chapter)