Chapter 1105 Strategic Rolling

  In the first year of Yanxi in the Great Han Dynasty, as soon as spring began in Guanzhong, Feng Junhou began to inspect the spring plowing in various places.

  Spring plowing is one of the most important tasks of the government, which is related to the stability of the local people.

  The spring plowing in Guanzhong this year is particularly important.

  When the news of the emperor's decision to change Yuan Yanxi reached Guanzhong, Feng Junhou knew that his brother-in-law was coming to Guanzhong this year.

  If the work in Guanzhong is done well, the capital will be moved directly this year.

   If you are not prepared, then the emperor will patrol the border.

   Both left and right are to welcome the emperor, which is the most important task in Guanzhong this year.

  So Feng Junhou estimated that he would not have much time to manage the place in the second half of the year.

  Everything that needs to be done must be done in advance, and time is tight.

  The field registration in the south of the Weishui River is still going on.

   Now that there are fewer people and more land, the land sorted out by the government does not mean that all of them will be distributed.

   Instead, the land is divided according to the principle of one person and fifty acres. Now that the population is sparse, a family of three can get one hundred and fifty acres.

  A family of five manages a field of a hundred acres without losing the right time and without hunger.

  This is still in Guanzhong. If it is Liangzhou, a Han citizen can get 100 acres, and a Hu person can get 50 acres.

  If there is a new population, they can continue to be allocated fields from the government.

  According to this method of division, the fields in Guanzhong can be continuously divided into two or three generations.

  After two or three generations, if you still count on this land to make a living, then this dynasty can rest comfortably for another generation at most, and it will inevitably decline.

  The continuous annexation of land, the continuous differentiation of the rich and the poor, and the lack of food to support more people often mean the arrival of turmoil.

   This is the self-adjustment process of ancient human society.

  Through actively or passively reducing the population, the purpose of restoring the stable operation of society again is achieved.

  The superimposition of the climate of the Little Ice River has reduced food production even more, and the Hu people are forced to continue going south, which will only make this change more drastic.

  So if Feng Junhou wants to avoid the darkest period in Chinese history, it is far from enough to unify the world.

  He also needs to find a way to reverse the cycle of the Little Ice River to increase food production, so that the output of China's land can support more people.

   At the same time, we must find ways to fight against the severe weather of the Little Ice Age, especially to improve people's ability to resist cold.

   Even have to find a way to domesticate the barbarians who keep going south.

  The further north you go, the more you feel the malice of God when she came to my aunt.

   In Jinyang City, over two hundred people froze to death last winter, including men, women and children.

   This is only in Jinyang city.

  In Bingzhou, how many people will freeze to death in one winter is beyond imagination.

  If Deng Zhi hadn't stayed in Longyou, he couldn't have imagined that the winter in the north would be so cold.

  Feng Junhou finished inspecting the spring plowing in Guanzhong, and crossed the Dahe River again to Bingzhou.

  This time, Deng Zhi, governor of Bingzhou, followed Feng Junhou through the Yanmen Fortress.

  He was a little anxious.

   "Your Majesty, you should dig coal faster!"

  Last year, so many people froze to death. It can also be said that Bingzhou has just recovered, so there is too little time to do a lot of work.

  But if so many people freeze to death again this winter, let alone go back to the court to fight for the position of the three princes, whether they can keep their current position is a problem.

  Xinghanhui chose two locations, one in Pingcheng and the other in Mayi City (that is, Shuo County in later generations) not far from Yanmen Fortress, and planned to dig coal in these two places.

   Of course, it can also be said that a large amount of coal was found in these two places.

  Feng Junhou sighed, and said to Deng Zhi:

   "Uncle Deng, I'm also in a hurry. I still have a lot of things to do in Guanzhong. After searching for so long, I haven't found any iron ore."

   "If you go to war easily, if you find iron ore elsewhere, wouldn't it be a waste of money and food?"

   "The people under these things can't make decisions, so I have to find time to come and have a look."

  In the late spring season, there was still a little chill outside the Great Wall. Feng Junhou and Deng Jieshi rode tall horses side by side on the pasture outside the cold, letting the cool wind blow on their faces.

  Deng Zhi couldn't help raising her voice when she heard Feng Junhou's words:

   "Don't waste it! How could it be wasted? This winter, the people of Bingzhou are pointing at these coals to spend the winter!"

  In the south, it’s okay to say that even if there is no kang and coal stove, as long as there is food, the family can survive by gritting their teeth and huddled in the haystack.

   But in the north, especially in places like Liangzhou and Bingzhou, it is not something that can be squeezed.

   But if there is no fire to keep warm, it will definitely freeze to death.

   People live in this world, they need food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there is nothing less.

  Why does King Feng Gui employ so many barbarians as laborers, but the barbarians on the grassland still regard Feng Junhou as a god?

   Isn't it because he helped the barbarians solve their basic necessities?

  In each workshop, there is a batch of badly woven wool every year, that is, the leftovers that cannot be sold.

  But these leftovers, if taken to the Hu people, are also treasures to keep out the cold.

  Liangzhou Workshop Grassland Fur Workshop, etc., distribute this kind of wool free of charge to handyman weavers every year, and it can also make people grateful.

  The ones at home are more handy, and change them into winter robes. Don’t say that they are ugly or not, comfortable and uncomfortable, and the greatest comfort is not being exposed to cold.

   Liu Bao, commander of the Xiongnu army, and others, even the blankets used by the caravans to wrap their goods, were willing to pay for tickets.

Why?

   It was really because I was afraid of the cold.

  The milk tea that was popular in Longyou in the early years has gradually become popular in Liangzhou.

   I heard that this is a good thing made by Feng Junhou himself.

  Wealthy barbarians drink a bowl of hot milk tea made from tea bricks, and their whole body is warm.

  If there is a small coal stove at home, it is most convenient to burn some coal for heating and boiling water for cooking.

  What is this called? This is called a good day that gods don't change.

  In the desert before, that would have been unimaginable.

  Why did Zhao Sanqian lead the iron cavalry to destroy several families of Liangzhou wealthy families, but the whole Liangzhou remained calm?

   Isn’t it because people are determined?

  Who would let go of a good life, and instead go to the business of tying his head to the waistband of his trousers?

   Isn’t this sick?

   Now don’t say that you are dragging the Hu people to rebel. If the Hu people know about it, it would be good if you don’t put a sack on you and go to the government to receive the reward.

  Happiness is all based on comparison. As long as the living standards of the people under the rule continue to improve, does it matter whether you are a thousand daughters of the night or three thousand of the sun?

   That is, 10,000 a day is up to you—as long as you don’t touch my wife and daughter.

   Unless you add money!

  Deng Zhi has been in Longyou for so many years, but he has seen with his own eyes how Feng Junhou governs the land where Han and Hu live together.

  Even if you don’t understand other things, don’t you understand everything?

   It was Feng Junhou, who couldn't help laughing when he heard Deng Zhi's slightly hasty tone:

   "It turned out that Uncle Deng was worried about this, but rest assured, as long as Uncle Deng is willing to give Xinghan a convenience, the people of Bingzhou will definitely not be frozen this year."

  Received Feng Junhou's assurance, Deng Zhi was relieved, and laughed:

   "I also know that Xinghan will be in Bingzhou mainly to find iron ore."

   Now Deng Zhi, no matter what, can be regarded as one of the bigwigs in the court - mainly because of his seniority and long life.

   And he also has a son in Xinghanhui.

  Xinghan will exchange the interests of Guanzhong for the iron smelting rights of Bingzhou. It can be said that this is somewhat of a gamble in nature.

  So in his view, finding iron ore is the primary goal of Xinghanhui.

  However, Feng Junhou has always been generous to himself, and promised not to let the people of Bingzhou suffer from the cold before he found the iron ore.

  The implication is that the supply of coal will be guaranteed.

  After receiving the guarantee, Deng Zhi also patted her chest and promised:

   "As for the matter of the iron mine, as long as I stay in Bingzhou for one day, I will definitely open the door to Xinghanhui, but please rest assured, nephew."

  The two big brothers of the big man were engaged in some kind of dirty power and money transaction, when suddenly there was a muffled rumble of thunder in the distance.

  Deng Zhi looked towards the direction of the thunder, which was the direction where Xinghan would enclose the land.

   "I heard from the people below that since the beginning of spring, even on sunny days, there will be thunder from time to time."

  Deng Zhi seemed to think of something, and turned to look at Feng Junhou with some doubts:

   "Nephew, will nothing happen?"

  Feng Junhou smiled:

   "Don't worry, Uncle Deng, what can happen? Even if there is something to do, it's in a barren mountain, and it won't get in the way."

   "By the way, Uncle Deng, it's best to warn the local people not to run there if there is nothing to do. There will always be some strange things in mining places."

   "I remember when I was digging coal in Nanxiang, a three-foot-long worm was dug up in the mountain. Some people said it was about to become a dragon."

   "So if someone sneaks in out of curiosity and sees something rare, when rumors spread, it will make the people panic."

  Looking at Feng Junhou's determined look, Deng Zhi only said that he had little experience and didn't know much about mining and other things.

   Nodding now:

   "Since my nephew said so, I'll draw people's attention."

  The capital of the Xinghan Society didn't care, so naturally Deng Zhi wouldn't worry about him either.

  To put it bluntly, even if someone was actually killed by thunder, it would not be a big deal.

  Because apart from the people from the Xinghan Society, the rest are either laborers, criminals assigned by the government, and some Hu people from Bingzhou.

   "There is one more thing, please pay attention to Uncle Deng. Taiyuan County still needs to pay attention to farming." Feng Junhou held a horsewhip and pointed to the large grassland in front of him, "It is not suitable to grow food outside the Great Wall."

   "So in the future, the food here will still have to rely on Uncle Deng to transport it from Taiyuan."

  With Yanmen Fort as the boundary, although some food can be grown in the Datong Plain in the north, the output is not too high, and part of it must be supplied by the fortress.

  The Taiyuan Plain to the south of Yanmensai is the real core of the essence of Bingzhou, and it is also the main grain-producing area of ​​Bingzhou.

  Every base of Xinghanhui will have a food supply base.

  Full-time workers need to consume a lot of calories. In an era when protein supply is not sufficient, the demand for food is even stronger.

  Taiyuan Plain is the food supply base planned by Feng Junhou.

   "Nephew, don't worry, the Xinghan Society brought a lot of agricultural tools and grain seeds to Taiyuan as soon as the spring started this year."

   "Speaking of which, this time, the old man has really gained too much honor from his nephew. If he can't even do this well, how can he have the face to occupy the position of governor of Bingzhou?"

  Deng Zhi replied with emotion in her heart:

  Relying on Xinghanhui, everything is very convenient.

  Others have to use a lot of strength to do things. If Xinghan will help, they only need to use three parts of strength, and they are already much stronger than others.

  The two were talking, but saw a group of people galloping in the distance.

  When Deng Zhi saw the appearance of the people and horses clearly, he said to Feng Junhou:

   "The old man has other things, so I won't bother you."

  Feng Junhou cupped his hands: "Uncle Deng, please do it yourself."

   At this time, it was none other than Guan Xiaojunhou who was leading the people over.

  In this team of carriages and horses, there is not only one carriage, but also several carts pulled by mules.

  The wheels of the cart are much taller and larger than ordinary carts. At the same time, the entire cart has been specially designed and reinforced. Although the structure is simple, it is convenient to pull goods on the grassland.

   This kind of cart is exactly Feng Junhou's improvement of the Lele cart that has been handed down for thousands of years in the grasslands of later generations.

  Guan Xiaojunhou rode a horse and walked up to Feng Junhou. The car behind him opened the window, revealing Amei's pretty face.

   In Amei's blinking eyes, there was a light called joy.

  Feng Junhou was overjoyed when he saw her small appearance, and looked at Guan Xiaojunhou again.

   Guan Xiaojunhou, who was always cold in front of outsiders, couldn't hide his excitement between his brows at this moment.

   "Camp and rest!"

  Following the dispersal of the guard camp, Feng Junhou looked at his two wives and concubines: "How?"

   "Alang, it's really, really, really amazing!"

  Guan Xiaojunhou, who has always been calm, couldn't wait to give a thumbs up, "It's really amazing! That big mountain was blown up in half..."

   "Exaggerated, how can it be so powerful?"

  Feng Junhou smiled and shook his head, "At most, a big hole will be blown up."

  How big is the equivalent of TNT in later generations before we dare to say that it can blow up half a mountain?

   Not to mention that what is used now is only black gunpowder—after years of testing by Amei, it should be the best formula.

  The most important thing is to master the equivalents used in various situations.

  The purpose of coming to Bingzhou this time is to test all types of equivalents, and finally compile them into practical guidance materials.

   But even if it is the best formula, if you have mastered the equivalent, there is no way to compare with TNT.

   "Almost almost!" Guan Xiaojunhou didn't care so much, but seeing her was full of joy, "According to my concubine, blowing up the city is enough."

   There is a big difference between blowing up half a mountain and blowing up a city.

  Most of the current cities are built of rammed earth, and even the counterweight trebuchets cannot stop them.

  But Feng Junhou is not easy to attack Guan Xiaojunhou who is imagining leading an army with explosives to blow up the world.

  He looked at Amei and asked another thing:

   "How, the coal there, may burn sulfur?"

  Amei shook her head:

   "The quality of the coal there is considered to be good, but it is not good enough to refine sulfur."

   "It's okay." Feng Junhou said with a smile, "The quality of the coal is good, it's a good thing."

   "From Pingcheng to Mayi, the underground is full of coal. There must be some suitable for sulfur refining. Let's go to Pingcheng tomorrow to have a look."

  Hearing what his family Alang said, Guan Xiaojunhou suddenly remembered something:

   "Ah Lang, Pingcheng and Mayi are now considered lands beyond the Great Wall, and there are thieves to the east, so we need to be more careful."

   "Don't worry, Mr. Xi, the eyes of the world are now only looking at Luoyang, the city of Yehe in the east of the river." Feng Junhou smiled mysteriously, "I am interested in Youzhou."

   "Youzhou?"

  Feng Junhou smiled slightly:

   "Yes, Youzhou. There are places in the world that can produce high-quality war horses, but there are three places in Liangzhou, Bingzhou and Youzhou. Now Liangzhou and Bingzhou are under the control of the big man."

   "The current horses of the Wei thief are all produced in Youzhou. If there is no horse from Youzhou, within a few years, the cavalry of the Wei thief will be useless."

  The lifespan of horses in later generations is about 30 years, but this is in the case of scientific breeding.

  But in this era without scientific animal husbandry, it is almost enough to live for twenty-five years.

   Horses are the earliest and the earliest, and they have to be three years old before they can be selected to enter the army.

  After entering the army, it needs to be trained for another one to two years before it can be ridden on the battlefield.

  If it survives on the battlefield and the battles are not frequent, it can serve until it is about twelve years old.

  Because that is its peak period, after that age, it will start to decline, and forcing it to charge will only drag it back on the battlefield.

   At this time, it can basically be transferred to the logistics department to carry grain and grass.

  But this is an ideal situation, but the actual situation is often:

  Most of the war horses died or were injured on the battlefield before they were twelve years old, and could no longer become war horses.

  Or because of too frequent battles and riding too much, it caused it to enter aging early.

  Wei State already ruled the world with fine cavalry, and with the secrets brought by Yang Yi, I believe that Wei State's cavalry will have a huge improvement.

   But now, Feng Junhou smiled evilly, he no longer intends to play cavalry against cavalry with Wei Guo.

  Ghost King's gaze was directed towards Youzhou, intending to draw on the bottom line.

   Horseless Cavalry, do you want to play?

  (end of this chapter)