Chapter 1067 Bargaining

   "Nonsense, it's just nonsense!"

  Feng Junhou was furious on the spot when he heard that someone was privately worshiping the prime minister by the side of the road at the foot of the mountain.

  He said "nonsense" a few times, and then kicked the remaining sacrifice.

   Then he turned his head and said to the soldiers guarding the prime minister's tomb:

   "The Ancestral Hall of Loyalty is the Ancestral Hall of Loyalty, and the Tomb of the Prime Minister is the Tomb of the Prime Minister. The Ancestral Hall of Loyalty is a place where the imperial court allows worship. The tomb of the Prime Minister has not yet been approved by the imperial court."

   "Besides, they are still worshiping on the side of the road. If we really have to investigate, this is a wild sacrifice, an adulterous sacrifice!"

  Before there was the "Witch Gu Disaster", and later there was the Yellow Turban Rebellion. The management of sacrifices to various gods and ghosts in the Han Dynasty was relatively strict.

  Unless it is approved by the government, it will be regarded as a wild sacrifice.

   It’s okay not to pursue this kind of thing, but once it is investigated, it is related to the height of political correctness.

   At that time, let alone ordinary people, even princes and ministers may not be able to bear this charge.

  Not to mention the far away, Cao Hong who is closer is a good example.

  In the early years, Cao Pi borrowed money from Cao Hong, but Cao Hong refused to borrow money, so Cao Pi recorded this matter in his notebook.

  Later, Cao Hong's disciples went to worship wild gods privately and were reported.

   Cao Pi, who has become the emperor, still remembers clearly the trivial matter of borrowing money many years ago.

  So overjoyed, he immediately ordered Cao Hong to be arrested in prison, planning to take the opportunity to kill him.

  If it wasn’t for the fact that the Bian family hadn’t died and tried their best to help Cao Hong, maybe Cao Hong would go down to catch up with Cao Cao because of this incident.

   It can be seen from this that the matter of private sacrifice is really big or small.

   If you are not held accountable, it is a small matter, but if you are held accountable, it is a big matter.

  Although the prime minister has a special status in the big man, and the little fat man may be more practical, but there is still a woman surnamed Zhang in the palace.

  Even if the royal family doesn't say it clearly, it's not good to have a grudge in your heart.

  Feng Junhou's face was full of anger, and his eyes quietly glanced at Zhang Xiaosi a few times.

   "Remember, in the future, if anyone sacrifices at the foot of the mountain privately, they must be driven away!"

   "Really, one or two don't think much about it. You are asked to guard the tomb, not to lie on the mountain and sleep!"

  The leader Shi Chang had a look of embarrassment on his face, he hesitated to speak.

  How can the common people take the initiative to come to sacrifice to the prime minister, but they will be driven away?

   Isn't this reputation bad?

   It's just that when he saw Feng Junhou was angry, he could only bow his head and be trained.

  Feng Junhou scolded the soldiers all over his head and face, and his eyes began to drift towards Secretary Zhang again unstoppably.

  Secretary Zhang kept a straight face, pretending to be watching a play.

  Feng Junhou scolded for a long time, but didn't see Zhang Xiaosi's reaction at all, so he could only shut up resentfully, and led the way up the mountain.

  The soldiers guarding the tomb put up new sacrifices, and Feng Junhou personally worshiped them.

  After the worship was over, the group went down the mountain again, and the sun was already westward.

  Feng Junhou came down from the mountain, supported his waist and couldn't help sighing:

   "Old and old, I feel exhausted after going up and down the mountain."

   As he spoke, he turned his head, looked behind him, and said with emotion:

   "I'm considered the Prime Minister's disciple, and it's only natural to go up the mountain to worship, but the people in Sichuan have received a lot of favor from the Prime Minister, and they want to worship, but they are not qualified to go up the mountain."

   "The prime minister doesn't know how much less incense he will receive. The prime minister has been burdened by the big man all his life, but in the end he can't even enjoy this little incense. It's really unreasonable..."

  Feng Junhou said in a rambling manner, while sighing unceasingly.

  Secretary Zhang finally couldn't stand it anymore, and just flew over, glaring:

   "I can't say a few words less!"

  Feng Junhou immediately shut up.

  Secretary Zhang looked at him angrily:

   "What's the relationship between my concubine and A Lang? You can't just say what you want to do, but you need to say it in such a vague way?"

   Isn’t that what you are waiting for?

  Feng Junhou immediately said:

   "I want to build an ancestral hall at the foot of the mountain so that the people can have a place to worship the prime minister."

   "I know." Secretary Zhang gave him a contemptuous look, and then refused straight away: "No!"

"Why?"

   "Not now!" Secretary Zhang glared at him, "You are not allowed to say such things again."

"Why?"

   Feng Junhou asked in pursuit.

   "I said just now that I am the prime minister's disciple. After setting up a temple for the prime minister, your status as the prime minister's disciple is enough to bluff people."

   "In addition, the chief of the festival is in charge of the central government. He holds a heavy army and controls nearly half of the territory of the Han Dynasty. If you are the first to write a letter to the prime minister and build a shrine, what do you make others think?"

   Want to be self-reliant?

  Secretary Zhang said so much in one breath, and finally came to a conclusion:

   "I don't care who wants to write a letter to the prime minister, but you must not write this letter."

   As he spoke, he glared at him bitterly:

   "Don't the royal family want to lose face? You can't bully the royal family to be easy to talk, just want to make progress."

   Feng Junhou was a little helpless: "Public opinion..."

   "Then let them worship at the foot of the mountain, at worst, build a shed, but they can't publicize it, otherwise it will be a violation of the system, unless the emperor orders it."

   (Note: Since the Han Dynasty, both public and private institutions have established temples for courtiers. It does not mean that temples cannot be built for courtiers.)

   (A Dou has never agreed to build a temple for the prime minister. There is an important reason that he originally proposed to build a temple for the prime minister in the capital.)

   (However, building a temple in the capital is against the rules of etiquette, because there is the Ancestral Temple of the Son of Heaven in the capital, and if another temple of the ministers is built, it will force the ancestral temple, so it is not appropriate)

  The Son of Heaven has just been in power now, and judging from various signs, the move to take power is quite obvious.

   Otherwise, why did you give Wei Yan the number of General Zhendong if you gave your family, Alang, the number of General Zhendong?

   Isn't it just wanting to check and balance?

   It’s not that you can’t build a temple for the prime minister, but it’s too sensitive for my family Alang to write a letter to build a temple for the prime minister at this time.

  Secretary Zhang's words have come to this point, Feng Junhou is unwilling, but he can't say anything more.

  Seeing his appearance, Secretary Zhang slowed down and said:

   "Don't worry, the Prime Minister has shown great kindness to the people of Sichuan. If the people are really grateful, someone will represent the people's opinions and represent the emperor, but that is also a matter of the court."

   "You are far away in Guanzhong now, what are you worrying about? You don't want to come forward about this matter. I'm afraid there are people in the court who are more anxious than you."

  When the prime minister passed away, all the ghosts and ghosts wanted to jump out and plot something.

  Secretary Zhang didn't want his family, Alang, to get involved in this kind of thing.

   "The most important thing for you right now is to quickly find a way to stabilize the situation in Guanzhong and appease the people. If you do this well, it will be a great achievement."

  Secretary Zhang stared at him and said:

   "Just like now, if you come out to inspect the cultivation and understand the people's conditions, you will do a good job. Don't think about other things."

  Feng Junhou rarely saw her like this, and was slightly taken aback.

  But Secretary Zhang has always been the woman standing behind Feng Junhou and giving advice.

  Although she is considered a member of the royal family, she will definitely not harm her own Alang in this kind of matter.

   Seeing her admonishing herself with such a serious expression, Feng Junhou suddenly reacted:

  The great man is now at the time of power transition. Strictly speaking, this situation can be regarded as the most sensitive moment in all dynasties.

   In addition, he holds a lot of power and leads the army outside.

  Even the simplest letter may be over-interpreted by some people.

   Not to mention building a temple for the prime minister.

  Feng Junhou figured this out, so he nodded to Secretary Zhang:

   "Since that's the case, then according to what Siniang said, we will continue to patrol."

   Fishing, isn't that easy?

  The so-called eight waters surround Chang'an, after seeing the south side, isn't there a north side?

"Cangwu on the left, west pole on the right. Danshui is further to the south, and Ziyuan is to the north. It ends in Bachan, enters and exits Jingwei; , opposite and different.”

  This gorgeous text is a description of the eight waters around Chang'an.

  The seven waters all flow into the Weihe River, and finally flow into the Yellow River together from the Weishui River.

   (Note: Due to changes in waterways in later generations, some of the eight waters no longer directly meet the Weishui.)

  So Guanzhong is roughly centered on the Wei River and divided into two parts, the north and the south.

   Now that we’ve seen the south side, isn’t there a north side?

  The eight waters surround Chang'an, bringing abundant water sources around Chang'an, and at the same time bringing great convenience to farming.

   But after crossing the Weishui River and heading north, the topography and landforms gradually differ from those to the south of the Weishui River.

  Before the opening of the Zhengguo Canal, there were a large amount of swampland and a considerable amount of saline-alkali land between the Jingshui and Luoshui in the north of the Weishui River, and water conservancy was inconvenient.

  For these reasons, it is difficult to effectively use the large amount of wasteland north of the Weishui River.

  After the opening of the Zhengguo Canal, which runs from east to west and connects Jingshui River and Luoshui River.

   With the Weishui, Jingshui, Luoshui, and Zhengguo canals as the main arteries, and the large and small water flows north of the Weishui River as the capillaries, a cobweb-like water irrigation system is formed.

  This project, which required hundreds of thousands of manpower and took more than ten years to complete, added more than one million mu of cultivated land to Guanzhong.

  Based on this foundation, the former Han continued to make repairs to further expand the arable area, laying a solid foundation for the heyday of the former Han.

  It is a pity that because the later Han Dynasty established Luoyang as its capital, the attention paid to Guanzhong was far less than that of the former Han Dynasty.

  In addition, in the late Han Dynasty, the Qiang and Hu rebellions in Liangzhou lasted for more than a hundred years, and even spread to Guanzhong during the period. The water conservancy that had been used for thousands of years has gradually been abandoned.

  Although it has been more than 20 years since Cao Cao pacified Guanzhong, he did not have much manpower and material resources to restore production in Guanzhong.

   That is, Sima Yi has only reclaimed part of the cultivated land in the past few years, but it is only near Chang'an, and he has not even crossed the Weishui River.

   "This canal must be repaired!"

  A few days later, Feng Junhou stood in front of a large puddle, looking at the surrounding weeds, he couldn't help but said with some worry.

  The big puddle in front of me is not so much a puddle as a pond.

  There are a total of seven such ponds along the Zhengguo Canal, which are specially dug out to buffer the water flow of the canal and also to store water on weekdays.

  Although the cistern in front of me looks very large, it can be clearly seen that the water inlet and outlet have been silted up a lot, and the surrounding area of ​​the pool has also collapsed.

  All this shows that because of no care for a long time, this water conservancy project is constantly declining.

   "How to fix it? It's not a trivial matter."

  General Guan has a way of killing the enemy in battle, but when dealing with such matters, all she can think of is to replace the knife in her hand with a hoe.

   But no matter how big the **** is, how many holes can it dig?

   "It took more than ten years in the former Qin Dynasty, and the manpower and material resources were innumerable. I am afraid that the big man does not have this ability at this time."

  Feng Junhou is confident:

   "It's not digging, it's just rebuilding. It doesn't take much effort, it depends on whether you want to work hard."

   He sighed a little while speaking, "Now even the Hu people in Guanzhong are counted. I'm afraid it's not even a million. I dare not do it like the former Qin Dynasty. So I can only take it slowly."

  Secretary Zhang glanced at Feng Junhou, and suddenly said: "Huangzhuang also has a share."

"What?"

   "The fields that can be cultivated in Guanzhong are probably all in Weinan, right?"

  Secretary Zhang gestured to the south, "This is close to the north, and you can often see Hu people. How can anyone come to plow the land?"

   "So do you want Xinghanhui to handle this matter again? At that time, you can follow your wishes and enclose the land. If you are exhausted, no one will care."

  Feng Junhou let out a "squeak", "When did Xinghanhui do staking?"

   "We didn't intervene in Juyan County, did we? Isn't it all distributed to the common people?"

   "Tonozawa..."

  Feng Junhou sneered:

   "Dunozawa is a gathering place for Qiang and Hu. Let the people go and see if anyone dares to go? Xinghan will worry about the country, is it wrong?"

   "Let's talk about it," Feng Junhou pointed to the surroundings, "you can walk a hundred steps now, and weeds can block you."

   "In this situation, in this kind of place, if you don't give me some benefits, who is willing to do it? You can't want the horse to run away, but don't let the horse eat grass?"

  Secretary Zhang stretched out three fingers: "Thirty to seven."

  The heart-wrenching woman turned her elbow outward!

  Just said a few days ago that she knows how to think for herself!

  Feng Junhou had a dark face: "There is a kind of herbal medicine in Nanzhong called Sanqi, which is a high-grade blood tonic. Are you planning to use Xinghanhui as Sanqi to restore blood to the court?"

   "After Guanzhong, the capital will be located!" Secretary Zhang pouted, "The imperial court must always keep some land in its hands, otherwise how will it divide the land for the common people?"

   "During the former Han Dynasty, the population in Guanzhong was overgrown, and the imperial court had to transport grain from all directions, and even Longyou had to send people to open up wasteland."

  Feng Junhou gave another "tsk".

   That's at least two generations away.

  After two generations, if the imperial court still counts on this land in Zhongguanzhong to make a living, it will be social regression, and this kind of imperial court is not worth mentioning.

   "Fifty five points."

   "No, just Sanqi."

  No matter how clever Zhang Xiaosi is, he still cannot escape the limitations of the times.

  The obsession with the land made her, representing the court at this time, not give an inch.

   "Alang, please listen to my advice, let me help you handle this matter. Xinghan will be in the border area, and you can enclose the land in any way."

   "The imperial court will only be happy to see it, but this is Guanzhong, where the future capital will be located. It cannot be compared with the border areas."

  Feng Junhou was full of displeasure:

   "First Nanzhong, then Liangzhou, the Xinghan Association has done a lot of practical things anyway? Why are they driving us to Bianjun?"

   "Then this time, are we going to put us on the side of Jiuyuan again, or the side of Pingcheng in Bingzhou (that is, Datong in later generations)?"

  Zhang Xiaosi covered his mouth and smiled:

   "What a good grazing land, how good is it to open pastures there? I don't believe you don't want it."

  Feng Junhou squinted at the fox as if he had stolen a hen:

   "Sanqi is also fine, but it's agreed, Jiuyuan and Pingcheng, let us enclose the land, and the court will not take it back under any excuse in the future."

   Seeing Feng Junhou being so forthright, Zhang Xiaosi was a little bit unsure.

  She looked at the big pond, then at Feng Junhou with a relaxed face, and emphasized with some worry:

   "It is to repair the whole Zhengguo Canal, not just this section."

   "Don't worry, I'm talking about the whole Zheng Guoqu."

  Zhang Xiaosi suddenly "thumped" in his heart.

not good!

  With this demeanor and tone, I must have fallen for King Feng's trick!

  Zhang Xiaosi's face changed slightly when he thought of a certain far-sighted rumor.

  Although I don’t understand what else Jiuyuan Hepingcheng can do besides opening pastures to collect wool.

  But after sleeping with Feng Junhou for so many years, Zhang Xiaosi instinctively felt something was wrong.

   It can’t be that the grain grown there is better than that in Guanzhong, right?

  (end of this chapter)