Chapter 169 Chapter 0168 The queen is so majestic

  After sending Zhao Guang away, Feng Yong began to recall how later generations planted sugarcane and squeezed sugarcane into sucrose.

   After writing and drawing for two days, after writing down all the processes, Feng Yong held the drawings and sighed.

  After confirming that Dahan is suitable for growing sugarcane and that the only place where sugarcane can be grown is Nanzhong, after the tea incident, Feng Yong once again complained about the Nanzhong Rebellion.

  It's okay, are you so overwhelmed? It can't be a climate, alas, it really doesn't make people feel safe.

   Of course, there is good news.

  After Zhuge Qiao came here last time, after a while, he sent someone to bring straws of all ages over.

  Although the person who came did not tell Feng Yong, Feng Yong could guess. It is estimated that these straws were collected from the unnaturalized refugees around Nanzheng.

  It seems that Zhuge Qiao didn't patronize the distribution of food and grass in Hanzhong, and he also grasped a lot of local conditions on weekdays.

  As for how it was collected, and what would happen to the refugees after they lost their straw, Feng Yong didn't bother to care about it—it wasn't him who grabbed it himself anyway, so what does it have to do with him?

   Besides, when farming in Hanzhong, you have never been asked to hand over a grain of grain, that is, now, I will take some straw from you, what's the matter? What's the matter?

  Unconvinced, go to the household registration, go to pay food and taxes, then you are the people of the big man, according to the temper of Zhuge old demon, Zhuge Qiao probably would not dare to grab it.

  Since you are afraid of paying food and taxes and don’t want to register for household registration, then something goes wrong, who will care about your life and death?

  Anyway, Feng Yong doesn't care, at least for now, because he can't control it if he wants to.

  The late autumn sun was a bit warm, and Lu Laozu was half lying on the small mound at the intersection, basking in the sun with his eyes squinted.

  In recent days, there have been people wandering around the camp.

  These people, at the beginning, followed the carts delivering straw, and they didn’t dare to approach the camp, only dared to spy from a distance.

   Their clothes are very tattered, and many of them even wear thatch woven capes. It can be seen that they are all wild people living in the world.

   "They are all poor people." Lu Laozu murmured.

   "How many people in the world are not pitiful?" The lame old man lying next to Old Lu continued, "If we hadn't met the master, I'm afraid it wouldn't be much better to follow them."

   "Maybe I can be stronger, but at least I rolled down on the battlefield. If you are in a hurry, you can do some free business with a knife."

  Old soldier Lu yawned, as if enjoying the autumn sun very much.

   "Then they haven't been driven to a dead end." The old **** looked at the faint figures looming in the distance, "Tell me, how long can they endure?"

   "I guess it can last for another month. I heard that the winter in Hanzhong is not as cold as that in Nanzhong. I don't know if it can freeze people to death."

   "I'm afraid it will be too late when people freeze to death. Why don't they understand anyone and have to suffer like this?"

"It's not necessarily that there are people who don't understand, it's just that they are used to being comfortable, and they are not forced to the end. Who doesn't want to keep taking advantage? Besides, after getting a household registration, they will be controlled. Who knows if they will be safe? Just like the original decision to follow Master, aren't we also guilty?"

  The two of them were talking some confusing things when they saw a group of people coming along the main road from the direction of Nanzheng.

   "Dare to ask the old man, the front is ruled by Wei Cheng of Hanzhong Diannong School?"

   There were seven or eight people coming, and the leader was a young man riding a horse. Seeing two old men standing at the intersection, he quickly got off his horse and bowed his hands to salute.

  Old soldier Lu and Lao Lai turned their sides to show that they did not dare to accept the ceremony, and accompanied by a smiling face: "Exactly. Dare to ask who is the gentleman?"

  Going down this intersection, it only leads to the camp. This pedestrian can basically determine the destination when he walks here.

   "Please tell the elder to send a message to Feng Langjun, saying that Huo Yi, the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgy, is visiting."

   "It turned out to be Huo Jianling, please hurry up, the master has already said that as long as Huo Jianling comes, just go ahead. Huo Jianling, please come with this old servant."

   The happier Lu Laozu smiled, the scarier the scar on his face became.

   "Dare to ask who is the old man's head?"

  Although Huo Yi heard that the scarred old man in front of him claimed to be an old servant, he behind the gate could tell at a glance that this was an old soldier with blood on his hands.

   "The host is exactly Feng Langjun that Huo Jianling said."

   "Okay, then I will trouble the old man." Huo Yi said with a smile, "This is the right person to ask."

  Old soldier Lu immediately asked someone to notify the master's house first, and then he took Huo Yi to the camp.

  Following old soldier Lu all the way, Huo Yi saw many people busy around the camp, and most of them were Qiang people.

  But whether it is feeding cattle and sheep, cutting firewood and carrying firewood, or moving things, there is order without a trace of chaos.

Immediately, he couldn't help but secretly marveled, and couldn't help asking: "Who is so powerful that he can make Hu people so obedient? I see that most of these Qiang people are women, but they seem to be in the army. It's really weird!"

  Old soldier Lu smiled and narrowed his eyes when he heard this, as if the words were just a compliment to him.

   "To tell you the truth, Mr. Huo Lang, this kind of planning is exactly from the hands of the master."

  Although he had guessed for a long time, Huo Yi couldn't help but marvel when he heard the old **** in front of him admit it: "I heard that Feng Langjun has the name of a young hero, and the actions of these Qiang people in front of me can be seen to be true."

   "What's so amazing about that?"

It was rare for him to show his face in front of the nobleman, Lu Laozu boasted: "This method is also simple. It just divides the Qiang people into teams according to their heads, each team has its own captain, and assigns work on weekdays. Just talk to the captain. As for how to do it, that is a matter for their own discussion. If you do well, you can eat a full stomach, and if you don’t do it well, you will eat half full. Thinking about the Qiang people, how could they eat their stomachs in the past? Do you have to fight for your life?"

   Isn't this somewhat similar to the military system?

  Huo Yi was startled, but at the same time he thought to himself, if Huangzhuang did the same thing, divided into multiple teams, each competing with each other, each with rewards and punishments, wouldn't it be faster than before when all the brains gathered together to work together?

   "Oh! I've been waiting for Huo Jianling for a long time! If it weren't for being inseparable, I would have gone to visit Huo Jianling a long time ago!"

   Feng Yong, who got the news, stood at the gate of the camp, smiling and bowing to Huo Yi who came over.

   "How dare you let Feng Langjun come to visit?"

  Huo Yi saw a young gentleman standing at the gate of the camp, and when he heard him say this, he understood in his heart that it seemed that this was the right person for his trip.

   "I am able to get the position of supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Corp., thanks to Feng Langjun. I haven't thanked Feng Langjun for this matter."

   "That's His Majesty's wisdom, and that's why Hanzhong Metallurgy was established. In addition, Huo Jianling won His Majesty's favor, and it has nothing to do with me."

  Feng Yong didn’t dare to take the credit, although he did, Zhuye Jian was brought back to life by himself, and the establishment of Hanzhongye was also because of the eight ox plows he donated.

  But in front of Adou's confidantes, it is better to mention the emperor for this kind of credit.

   "Your Majesty is naturally wise, but Feng Langjun also made great efforts in it. Your Majesty also praised Feng Langjun several times in the palace!"

  I thought that Huo Yi was the only protagonist in this group of people, but I never thought that a person standing behind Huo Yi would suddenly interject.

  Although the words were good, the voice made some people uncomfortable and was too sharp.

"Who is this?"

   "The servant girl Huang Hao is currently serving as the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgy, and I will ask Feng Langjun for advice in the future."

  The visitor performed a blessing ceremony.

   Nima!

  Feng Yongdeng subconsciously wanted to find Guan Ji.

   There is no other reason, because Guan Ji always carries a long knife on her body, and now Feng Yong wants to stab the guy named Huang Hao to death with the knife!

  In the late Shu Han period, the country was exhausted and the people were exhausted. Apart from Jiang Wei’s excessive use of troops and Adou’s only focus on pleasure, there was another person who had to bear a lot of responsibility.

   That is the hermaphrodite **** who claims to be Huang Hao.

  Specializing the government, playing with power, eliminating dissidents, and turning the court into a smoky place, even Jiang Wei was too scared to go back to Jincheng because of this Huang Hao.

   "It turned out to be Huang Jiancheng, forgive me for being blind, I'm rude, I'm rude!"

  Although Feng Yong's eyes flickered and he really wanted to kill this guy, he had to forcefully greet him with a smile.

   "It's okay, it's okay, speaking of it, the slave girl didn't report to Feng Langjun in advance, and came here boldly, please Feng Langjun don't mind."

  Huang Hao half covered his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.

  Your sister's maidservant, dead eunuch!

  Feng Yongqiang said with a smile: "Huang Jianling is in the palace. I think he must be a celebrity in front of His Majesty's eyes. Feng Yong is too late to welcome him. Why would he mind? The two of you please."

  It is not the way to welcome guests to stand outside. Although the inside is also crude, after these days of hard work, I finally made some desks and stools.

   "The place is shabby, I hope you two don't mind."

   Welcoming people into the big thatched hut that is regarded as a meeting hall, and sitting down as host and guest, Feng Yong said apologetically.

   "It's easy to talk about. Now Hanzhong, where is it not a grassroots? Even in Nanzheng City, it is not much better."

Huo Yi naturally didn't care about the poor conditions, but Huang Hao sat there calmly, without any unnatural look, and echoed with a smile, "Everyone is working for His Majesty, Feng Langjun, please don't be polite. "

   No wonder this guy will be able to gain the trust of Adou in the future, and he will never leave His Majesty, and at least on the surface, for the sake of Adou, he doesn't even care about such a hard condition.

   "What Huang Jiancheng said is good, everyone is for His Majesty. Then I will be blunt. Here I dare to ask, how much land is allocated to the Huangzhuang in Hanzhong?"

   "Your Majesty will take the lead in reclaiming Hanzhong, so it is natural to put in more effort, so naturally the enclosed land is a bit more, about a thousand hectares or so."

  Thousands of hectares, not too much, right? About how many acres?

  Feng Yong counted with his fingers, and suddenly looked at Huo Yi with wide eyes.

  Huo Yi bowed his head to drink water in embarrassment.

   Nima!

   This Dude has such a big appetite, a whole hundred thousand mu!

  How much arable land is there in Hanzhong?

  Feng Yong thought about it hard again. At that time, he drew a map of Hanzhong for a semester at the university, and it seemed that the recorded area was about 200,000 square kilometers?

  Is this data right?

  Forget it, even discounting this data, there are still 1.5 million hectares. It seems that A Dou’s occupation is not too much!

In addition, this era is definitely not comparable to the farming technology of later generations, so just erase the odds, a million hectares, um, a thousand hectares is not too much for a million hectares, no wonder the old demon Zhuge agreed A Douquan is such a big place.

   After all, he is the emperor, and he started reclamation from scratch, and took away the Zhuyejian that originally belonged to other people's income, so giving so much probably means compensation.

It’s just that this A Dou seems to be quite good at doing business. Seeing that Supervisor Zhuye couldn’t get it back, he could think of setting up a Hanzhong Metallurgy in Hanzhong, and took this opportunity to enclose such a large piece of land. , this mind can!

  But when Feng Tubie thought of himself, he felt unbalanced.

  My cheap father worked so hard to get 600 mu of land, and I worked so hard to get 500 mu of land... How can this be reasonable?

   "Two days ago, I got a letter from the palace, saying that it was about the matter of the Huangzhuang, and I still need to ask Feng Langjun for advice. Whether the servants can complete the explanation in the palace still has to fall on Feng Langjun."

  Huo Yi was embarrassed to speak, but Huang Hao opened his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.

  Well, not long after Guan Ji came back, you got a letter from the palace. It seems that the queen spoke in all likelihood.

   "How can there be any advice or no advice?" Feng Yong immediately regained his energy, and said tentatively in a low voice, "It's just that I can't listen to the palace's explanations, right? How can this help Huang Jiancheng?"

  Huang Hao covered his mouth and smiled again: "What the queen told me, but it is clear that Feng Langjun can do it."

   Sure, it's about the ranch.

  Feng Yongjian smiled: "The queen has an order, how dare the villain not obey?"

  Huo Yi coughed lightly, and said, "What the queen means is that the thousand hectares of land in Huangzhuang is not enough for Feng Langjun's ranch? If not, you can think of a way."

   One hundred thousand acres of grassland?

  Feng Yong trembled in his heart, this star color is really magnificent!

  At the beginning, I said in my letter that I wanted to borrow a little land in Huangzhuang to grow fodder to feed cattle and sheep. I never thought that the queen would sell 100,000 mu of land, so Feng Tubie was terrified on the spot.

  Why Feng Yong must borrow Huangzhuang land to grow alfalfa? Isn't it because of the **** farming policy of the feudal society?

  When I was in Jincheng, if I wanted to use a little bit of arable land to plant tea seedlings, I would be fined. If I used it to grow grass, wouldn’t I be sprayed to death?

  People don't care what kind of grass you plant, let alone what you plant it for!

   Anyway, not farming well is a heinous crime!

   As for the use of Huangzhuang, it is different. Hanzhong Metallurgy, to put it bluntly, is a department dedicated to supplying the royal family. What people plant and how to supply them are all private matters of the royal family, and no one else can control them.

   Back then, during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to feed the royal horses, didn’t they open up a special area to grow alfalfa?

  Now Hanzhong Metallurgy, in order to raise cattle and sheep for the royal family’s ranch, what’s the matter with planting some fodder? What's the matter?

   "It doesn't take so much!"

  Feng Yong hurriedly waved his hands, and at the same time thought to himself, if he really wanted to use a hundred thousand mu of land to grow alfalfa, the old monster Zhuge might cut himself alive? Even if Zhang Xingcai is the queen, this reputation will probably be affected, right?

   "Feng Lang-jun don't have to worry, this Huangzhuang can be flat land or **** land, if it hasn't been reclaimed yet, it can be changed."

   Oh, I see. It seems that everyone has not escaped the blind thinking of the barbarian grazing grass. I think that even if Feng Yong's pasture has green materials, it is probably not small.

  If Huangzhuang has sloping land, it is not a waste.

   I was threatened today... I was frightened. I thought about adding an update today, but it was too late. Let’s add it tomorrow.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)