Chapter 1066 Rumor

  Simple ideas often mean the minimum requirements.

  The reason why the minimum requirements are raised is often because of helplessness.

  The family wants to buy land, but it is just for food and clothing.

  However, in the face of the aristocratic families who are greedy and want to embezzle even the country's land, how difficult is it to meet the minimum requirements of the people?

  Feng Junhou squatted on the field of the old farmer, feeling a little depressed in his heart. After a while, he continued to speak:

   "I heard that the people of Wei began farming decades ago. They not only recruited farmers to cultivate the fields, but also rented out seeds, oxen and plows."

   "Isn't this a good thing? Why does the old man say that he can't get enough to eat?"

  The old farmer smiled, but he didn't know whether it was a sneer or a sneer.

   "Mr. Lang, when that Cao Aman started farming, do you know how he did it in the first place?"

   "I don't know."

  The old farmer smiled again:

   "Do you think he wanted to spend his time on reclaiming wasteland at the beginning? At the beginning, he set his sights on those small families with fields and land."

   "Want to return everyone's fields to the public, let us farm for him."

  The old farmer sighed:

   "At that time, anyone who had a little land at home was not in a panic."

   "Fortunately, the Cao thief saw that people's hearts were unstable, so he ordered to stop expropriating fields, and then recruited refugees to cultivate them."

   As the old farmer said, his bright eyes dimmed:

   "It's just suffering for those families whose land was expropriated from the beginning, but the family land can never come back."

   This is an old man with a story.

  Feng Junhou reached out his hand to feel in his arms, and found out an oiled paper package. After opening, there were pickled dried apricots inside.

   "Old man, here, moisten your throat, you continue to talk."

   "Mr. Lang still likes to hear this?"

  The old farmer was a little surprised by Feng Yong's reaction, but he stretched out his palm to catch the dried apricots, and put them in his mouth regardless of the mud on his hands.

   "Sweet!"

   "Shudi brown sugar pickled, it must be sweet."

   With dried apricots in his mouth, the old farmer smashed his mouth a few times, his eyes narrowed, and his face looked happy.

   "Old people, even if the land has been confiscated, they can still continue to plant. For ordinary small households, where do they get the cattle at home?"

  Feng Junhou moved his feet to prevent his crouching numbness:

   "I heard that the Tuntian Hakka Mansion of the Wei people rented out cattle seeds to the Tuntian Hakka. Isn't that good?"

  The old farmer sighed a few times with dried apricots in his mouth, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then continued:

   "A serious person, who wants to be a farmer? The farmer said it nicely at the beginning, just farm the land, and share it with the guest house, and don't care about anything else."

   "But in fact, if you really want to become a farmer, you won't be your own anymore, so how can you have the final say?"

   "It is true that the local government has no control over the Tuntian Hakkas, but isn't there a Tuntian Hakka House?"

   "Those Hakka officials, why do you want to go, why don't you go?"

   Probably the dried apricots stimulated the old farmer to secrete a lot of saliva, and what he said was out of control:

   "That Wu, um, Cao Cao was fine when he was here. Most of the time, everyone really only needs to farm. Although the Hakka government took away a lot, it wouldn't cause people to starve to death."

   "But when it came to Cao Pi, it started to fail. The court only said that everything about the Tuntian Hakka was decided by the Tuntian Hakka Mansion."

   "Since then, this village has really been corrupted."

  When the old farmer said this, he couldn't help but sighed:

   "Without the supervision of the imperial court, the Hakka government will either sell the farmland to the local big households privately, or take more harvest from the farmer."

   "I do this job more and more year after year, and I don't have to be idle all year round. It is said that I don't have to serve the government's corvee, but you can also take the time to do it!"

  As the old farmer spoke, his expression became a little excited:

   "Over the years, who has the opportunity and doesn't want to escape? If there is no way out, who would want to escape?"

   Feng Junhou couldn't help sighing when he saw his appearance.

  Historical books only know that the Wei State has the largest farmland and has accumulated a large amount of grain for the Wei State.

  But how many people know that Cao Wei's farming, from its heyday to its decline, was only a short period of twenty years.

   And this kind of corruption is based on the blood and tears of how many farmers?

  The madness of Hedong Tuntian Ke is the rebound of this extreme oppression.

   No wonder, the old farmer said that he only dared to eat half full, and being able to eat enough was a prosperous life in the world.

  Feng Junhou stood up and pointed to the other side of the field:

   "How many people are there in the old man's family now? Is your grandson over there?"

  On the other side of the field, there was an old woman and a child in her teens, who didn't dare to approach them at first.

   But he kept looking this way, as if he was worried about the old farmer.

  After seeing that Feng Junhou and his party had no malicious intentions, they became curious again.

   "No, it's my son, he should be fifteen."

   Hey!

  This sentence...is it a human speech?

   How can parents not know the age of their children?

   Seeing Feng Junhou's unclear gaze, the old farmer smiled, hiding endless sadness:

   "This is a child picked up by the roadside, the old man's own child. Two died of starvation, two died of illness, and the last one was taken away by the Tuntian Hakka House to repair the river. There has been no news of it."

   "Later, the old man was transferred from Runan to Guanzhong by the imperial court. I happened to see this child on the side of the road. At that time, he was almost starved to death."

   "The old man was soft-hearted for a moment, so he fed him some of the things he had saved, but he didn't expect him to survive, so he regarded him as his own child."

  This **** world!

  Feng Junhou let out a long breath:

   "Old man, the days to come will be better."

   What the old farmer experienced personally seems to be more open than Feng Junhou:

   "Hopefully."

  Of course, it may also be numb.

"Most definitely."

  Feng Junhou said firmly.

  The old farmer's face is full of regret:

   "I heard that the people in Sichuan can eat enough and wear warm clothes. It is all thanks to the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty. If the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty is not dead, it is impossible to say that they will have a good life!"

   "It's a pity, the prime minister of the big man died just after the big man's army came to Guanzhong. Now Guanzhong is the master of Feng Junhou. Some people say that he is cruel and merciless, but I don't know if it is true."

  Feng Junhou: …

   "Old man, half of Feng Junhou's credit is for the fact that the people in central Sichuan can eat enough."

   Someone from Feng seriously explained to the old farmer:

   "Feng Junhou has taught the people of Shu a lot of farming techniques!"

  Hearing this, the old farmer had a slight hesitation on his face, and finally nodded and said:

   "I hope it's just as you said."

"ah?"

  Feng Junhou was slightly surprised, shouldn't be, there is no reason for his reputation in Guanzhong to be ruined so quickly, right?

  After thinking about it, it seems that I really didn’t do anything bad in Guanzhong!

  The thing about Hedong... What the hell, I didn't come forward, isn't that what Tuntian Ke did?

   "I think the old man seems to have heard about Feng Junhou?"

   "Who in Guanzhong hasn't heard of Feng Junhou? I heard from the old people in Guanzhong that he is the reincarnation of the ghost king and can summon ghost riders from the underworld!"

   "At that time, the 100,000 Wei army cut off his retreat, but it was broken by the 20,000 troops he led."

   "I heard that in that battle, at the last moment, he summoned three thousand ghost riders, and even a hundred thousand troops couldn't stop it..."

  The old farmer looked around as he spoke, as if talking about ghosts in broad daylight still made him a little worried.

  I wipe!

   Feng Junhou's face turned blue.

  When the old farmer talked about Feng Guiwang, there was a little worry on his face:

   "Over the years in Guanzhong, there are often rumors that this person is the most ruthless and merciless. This kind of ruthless person is in charge of Guanzhong. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse..."

  Feng Junhou's complexion began to turn from blue to black:

   "Old man, it's life and death in battle, so it's normal to be cruel, right?"

   After thinking about it, he handed over another dried apricot, hoping that the other party would be merciful.

  The old farmer chewed up the dried apricot core in his mouth before spitting it out.

  He put the dried apricots that Feng Junhou handed over into his mouth again, and smacked his lips again.

  The conversation gate was once again opened by Xinggan:

   "What Mr. Lang said is also reasonable, but I have also heard a lot about Feng Junhou from the mouths of those young men who measured the land."

   "Oh, what did those little gentlemen say?"

   "Those young men all said that Feng Junhou was their teacher. Not only did they run a school to teach them how to read and write, but they also sent them to take the maocai exam."

   "I heard from them that their family used to be a farmer, but now they suddenly became members of the government."

   "Tell me, how much ability is needed for such a thing? It would be fine if Feng Junhou could help one or two, but he can accept hundreds of students every year."

   "How much does it cost? He can't make money so fast, can he?"

   The corners of Feng Junhou's mouth twitched.

   Minting money is a fart!

  What if someone prints money?

  The old farmers who survived the war and moved from Kanto to Kansai, and are still alive and kicking, must have a lot of knowledge and have their own understanding.

  At this moment, he didn't even notice that Feng's face had turned black.

  The old farmer looked like he had seen the world, and said earnestly:

   "Lang Jun, to tell you the truth, there was a major event in Kanto in the early years, and you must have never heard of it."

   "What's the big deal?"

   "In the early years, the emperor of Wei State dismissed many officials and arrested many people. Do you know why?"

   "Why?"

   "Because those people can only brag and can't do practical things, saying that if they are allowed to enter the government, they will only talk and make mistakes."

  The old farmer said, shaking his head:

   "That's why I was worried when I heard those young gentlemen describe Feng Junhou as a rare hero in the world!"

  Feng Junhou was a little surprised:

   "A rare hero in the world, isn't that good?"

  The old farmer continued to shake his head:

   "Lang Jun, you are still young. How can there be such a hero in this world? In my opinion, he is just a braggart, and I don't know if he can do practical things later."

   "If the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty is still there, then maybe the people in Guanzhong will be able to eat enough."

   "Now that Feng Junhou is replaced, he can still share the land with everyone. Of course it's not bad. Let's see what happens in the future!"

  This old man just ate two dried apricots, and he said everything.

   Originally, I wanted to give him all the dried apricots in my hand.

   I didn't expect Feng Junhou to be depressed while talking.

   In a fit of anger, he simply wrapped up the dried apricots and put them back in his arms:

   "Old man, I heard that the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was buried in Lantian. If you have the heart, you might as well go to worship if you have the opportunity. Maybe you will be able to fulfill your wish?"

  He was speaking in a fit of anger, but the old farmer stood up with a look of excitement on his face:

   "Hey, when Lang Jun said that, I remembered it. There is indeed such a thing."

   After thinking about it, he seemed to have made up his mind:

   "If in the future Guanzhong really knows no famine like Shuzhong, I will definitely go to worship."

   Gan!

  Feng Junhou didn't want to talk to this ignorant old man anymore, so he turned and left.

   "Alang, where are we going now? Are we going home?"

  Back on the official road, Zhang Xiaosi opened his mouth to Feng Junhou and called A Lang, which was Hong Guoguo's provocation.

  Feng Junhou really wanted to go back home, but when he saw the expressionless General Guan, his calves trembled:

   "Is it child's play to inspect the cultivation? Send someone back to the house to say that we will not go back for two days."

   "Then where are we going?"

   "Lantian!"

  Go straight along the Bashui River, and you will reach Lantian.

  From the former Qin Dynasty to the former Han Dynasty, Lantian has always been the place where Guanzhong garrisoned troops.

  Because this is the only way to Wuguan.

  Passing Lantian, the rolling mountains make the road rough.

   Moreover, Wuguan cannot station a large army all year round.

   After all, it is not an open place. Only when there are police in Wuguan, the army stationed in Lantian will go to support it.

  Even if there is a loss in Wuguan, Lantian's army can also block the enemies who invade the pass here.

  Compared to Guanzhong, Wuguan to Nanyang is not only much farther, but also difficult to travel.

  So when the Wei army in Chang'an withdrew from Guanzhong, they did the same thing as Sima Yi, destroying all of Wuguan, and then withdrew.

  Different from Tongguan, which is blocked by the entire plateau, Wuguan is located between two mountains, blocked by a river.

  At this time, Feng Junhou didn't have enough manpower at all. While repairing Tongguan, he also repaired Wuguan.

  So at this time, Wuguan is completely unguarded.

  The leader of the army stationed in Lantian to guard against Jingzhou was Jufu who was specially transferred from Longyou by Feng Junhou, and at the same time he sent Meng Yan as his deputy.

   Knowing Feng Junhou's arrival, the two rushed to greet him:

   "Meet the king."

   "No need to be polite."

  Feng Junhou dismounted from his horse, instead of entering the camp, he walked to a high ground and looked in the direction of Wuguan:

   "Is there anything unusual over there in Jingzhou?"

   "Back to the king, everything will be the same as before."

   Calculating the time, if that **** Yang Yi really surrendered to the enemy, then he should have arrived in Jingzhou by now.

   "If you have any news, you must report it in time."

   "No."

   "Forget it, you don't have to follow, I'll go and see the prime minister."

  The tomb of the prime minister is on a mountainside, and there is a mountain road leading there.

  There are soldiers guarding the mountain, and Feng Junhou saw some remaining sacrifices by the road at the foot of the mountain.

  He couldn't help being a little puzzled, and the soldiers who summoned the guards pointed to the sacrifices on the ground and asked:

"what happened?"

   "My lord, there are people who came to sacrifice without permission. They didn't go up the mountain, but worshiped at the foot of the mountain. It's not easy for us to drive them away."

   "Who are they?"

   "Most of them are business travelers from Hanzhong. They said they worshiped the three sworn brothers at the Zhongyi Temple in Hanzhong. Now when they arrive in Guanzhong, they will pay homage to the prime minister and pray for safety."

  …

  Is this the worship belief with Chinese characteristics?

  (end of this chapter)