Chapter 535 Population Issues

  The words "we need everyone to be united" is probably the old demon Zhuge secretly reminding himself to put state affairs first and work together.

  Let’s be united, Feng Yong has no objection.

  If you want to live a happy life, you have to let the old demon Zhuge live well first.

  When he gets better, the big guy gets better, and when the big guy gets better, he gets better.

   Jiang Wan, on the other hand, was slightly taken aback when he saw Feng Yong's expression of indifference. He didn't know whether this gentleman really didn't know the meaning, or pretended not to know.

   It’s just that this is a matter between the prime minister and the prince, Jiang Wan can’t talk too much.

   "Jun Hou, there is actually one more thing for Wan to come this time."

   "There is more?" Feng Yong almost cried out, "Is it over?"

   Sweeping wool is not like this. If you really want to squeeze the wool of the pasture like this, the sheep will be bald by you!

  Jiang Wan also seemed to know that his request was a bit too much, and his face was a little embarrassed: "You know, a few days ago, there were rioters in Guanghan County roaring among the mountains and forests, and even the Northern Expedition military supplies transported by the prime minister to Hanzhong were plundered."

  There are rioters in Guanghan County, Feng Yong naturally knows, because someone from the Xinghan Association has already sent the news that the food price in Jincheng has suddenly risen sharply, and the reason is that there are riots in Guanghan County.

  Jincheng belongs to Shu County, which is equivalent to the northern capital of later generations, while Guanghan County is just to the north of Shu County, which is equivalent to Hebei in later generations.

  There was turmoil in Guanghan County, which directly affected the stability of people's hearts in Jincheng, followed by a sudden spike in food prices.

  A few days ago, Feng Yong jumped up and down and cursed for a while. He didn’t mess up in the morning and didn’t mess up in the evening. He happened to mess up when Xinghan was buying a lot of grain, so he didn’t know how much more money he had to post.

  At that time, Feng Yong realized that the civil unrest in Guanghan County was not only a protest from the aristocratic family in central Shu to the imperial court, but they even took the opportunity to raise the price of Jincheng grain and spilled blood on themselves.

  Why didn't this make a certain soil turtle fly into a rage, and he didn't even remember that he had tricked others into bleeding several times before.

  This time, at most, they got back a little interest.

   Now that Feng Yong heard that Jiang Wan brought up this matter, he asked curiously, "How many hidden people have been found by the imperial court, and it is worth such a big fight against those aristocratic families?"

   "So far, more than 300,000 people have been detected." Jiang Wan looked solemn, "Anyone can guess that the family has hidden a lot of people, but it is unexpected that there are so many people."

   "Hiss!" Feng Yong sucked in a toothache, "Only 300,000?"

   "Talent?" Jiang Wan was seriously astonished this time, "300,000 is already quite a lot. Do you know how many registered members of the Han Dynasty were there before this?"

"How many?"

"When the first emperor ascended the Great Treasure, he checked the books in the treasury. At that time, there were 200,000 to 900,000 households. However, in the past few years, the counties in Hanzhong and Shuzhong have increased their population by a total of two 120,000 households, millions of people."

   "Nowadays, the imperial treasury is well-stocked, so we can reorganize the number of people and fields, but I didn't expect it to be 300,000 more. Junhou, this is 300,000 people, not 30,000, which is nearly 30% more than before."

  Jiang Wan said a little excitedly, "Among them, Jun Hou really contributed a lot! If it wasn't for..."

  Can you speak? Can you speak!

  If you say that, if people who don't know what's going on, it will be misunderstood as if it took me three years to create 300,000 people!

  So, why do you need money, because you can do whatever you want if you have money.

  Otherwise, according to the search efforts of the old Zhuge demon in the past, how can he have the capital to put in effort to track down the population?

  Just the backlash from the scruples family is enough for the court to compromise.

  It’s not like now, if it’s reversed, it’s reversed, just suppress it directly, anyway, you have money and food in hand.

  Feng Yong curled his lips, waved his hands indifferently, and interrupted Jiang Wan, "What's the matter? The counties in Nanzhong haven't checked yet. If they did, wouldn't there be more?"

  The Northern Expedition of the Old Demon Zhuge is a topic that later generations will talk about, and it will last forever.

  Because in the 1,800 years since then, there has never been a regime that separatized central Shu and was able to take the initiative to attack the north, and it was able to fight so vigorously.

  And this involves the economic and population comparison between Shu and Wei: at that time, the registered population of Shu was about one million, while that of Wei was about 4.5 million.

   Moreover, Cao Wei also occupied the most elite area in the world, while the Shu land was a remote place at that time.

  So this is why later generations admire Zhuge Old Demon.

  But as far as the population issue is concerned, there is a point of contention, that is, after Jin unified the country, it started a comprehensive inventory, and the country suddenly had a population of 25 million.

  This is enough to explain the large number of people who have been hidden due to war.

  So scholars of later generations, based on the statistics of the Western Jin Dynasty, inferred that the real population of Shu at that time was 4 million, and that of Wei was 13 million.

  Feng Yong thinks this is closer to the real situation.

  But now the imperial court has checked the population, but only found 300,000?

   Just this made Jiang Wan look excited. Judging from this, it is estimated that Zhuge Old Demon is also very happy.

   After all, the population has increased by nearly 30%. According to the ratio of one to ten soldiers and civilians, at least 30,000 people can be recruited.

   It's a pity that for Feng Yong, it is boring and meaningless: what about the remaining two million yuan?

  I have worked so hard to increase productivity, and even willing to share the profits to let the big family get rich together. You are so dead to the population, are you sorry for me?

   It was just clearing out 300,000 hidden people, and then there was a turmoil, and even took the opportunity to drive up food prices, so how much blood did I spill? Nima's is really a bunch of gluttonous!

  Thinking of this, Feng Yong felt blood dripping in his heart: A lot of small money was just taken out like this!

   "Junhou, Nanzhong... At this time, there is no way to check the population. After all, the Yi people of various tribes in Nanzhong can only be regarded as the property of the barbarian king Yishuai, and they are beyond the control of the big man."

  Jiang Wan was very excited to talk about this matter, but when he saw Feng Yong's dissatisfied appearance, he was shocked at the moment. Looking at Junhou's appearance, he seemed to think that there were too few people found out?

   "What about Shu and Hanzhong, the prime minister intends to stop there, and doesn't plan to continue the investigation?

   Feng Yong asked unwillingly.

   "The civil unrest in Guanghan County has already shown that the court should not continue to investigate." Jiang Wan explained, "After all, the most urgent task is to prepare for the Northern Expedition early, and the prime minister also needs the stability of Sichuan."

   "The limitations of the feudal landlord class..."

  Feng Yong muttered something that Jiang Wan didn't understand, and then he said to Jiang Wan, "There are only 150,000 people in Yuejuan.

   "The specific data is at Yuejuan Zhu Bo's place. When Jiang Canjun returns to Jincheng, you can ask him for the book."

   "How much?!" Jiang Wan heard this unexpectedly, and exclaimed in shock, "10...150,000?"

   "Yes, 150,000, 400,000 two hundred years ago."

  Feng Yong looked at Jiang Wan's expression and said with disdain.

   "One moment and another moment, this... how can this be compared?" Jiang Wan stammered, "Your Majesty, is this serious? You can't joke about things like this."

   "The number of registered persons refers to the number of people who can pay taxes. It is not those tribal music, slave labor, etc., and it is not those barbarians who cannot be manipulated by the court."

"I know, I'm not a coward!" Feng Yong glanced at Jiang Wan angrily, "I have stayed in Nanxiang for so long anyway. According to the old rules, the horse farm and other people will be paid by the horse farm. Taxation and corvée collection."

   "As for those who are willing to cultivate, they will be taxed at ten taxes, and there will be no less than one cent."

  In ancient times, in addition to paying land taxes, people also had to pay poll taxes, and at the same time they had to perform corvee service from time to time.

  Ranch and textile workshops are new things, so Feng Yong set a precedent, which is a very bad precedent for those powerful and aristocratic families who are desperately sucking blood: help workers pay taxes uniformly.

  So this is why so many people try their best to squeeze into the Nanxiang Ranch and Workshop.

  Because as long as you become a full-time employee, you only need to work with peace of mind.

  Even the government’s corvee will be dealt with by the ranch workshop—because the workshop has a dedicated engineering team and a dedicated nursing team.

  Feng Yong’s actions not only made the employees feel grateful, but Zhuge Laoyao also expressed his satisfaction: after all, the professionalism of the engineering team and the nursing team cannot be compared with those of the civilian workers who were temporarily transferred.

   As for farming, it is even simpler.

  In these days, there are many people and few lands. As long as there is enough arable land, coupled with the Quyuan plow suitable for small households, and advanced farming techniques, Feng Yong can even transfer cattle from pastures and rent them out for farming.

  According to this situation, the life of the self-cultivator may not be counted as rich, but the moisture is definitely enough.

  So the aristocratic families who annex land endlessly deserve to die!

  The demise of the feudal society in the past dynasties was ultimately a land issue.

  The most important thing at the moment is to find ways to increase the strength of the great Han, rather than carry out the agrarian revolution.

  The military system of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, at any rate, has supported nearly a hundred years of prosperity.

  For Feng Yong, a hundred years is enough.

  Problems after a hundred years can be solved by expansion, because the world is so big, why don’t you go and have a look?

  Of course, it can also be solved by various methods such as continuing to develop productivity, which will be considered in the future.

  The main problem at present is the problem of unification.

   To unify, we must have sufficient military resources and economic strength.

  Feng Yong is confident in his economic strength.

   Enough soldiers are enough.

  So when he heard that Zhuge Lao Yao only got 300,000 people from a family in central Shu, he stopped it contentedly, thinking that it was really a toothache-this is the limitation of the feudal landlord class!

   "Your Majesty, your Majesty is really capable of governing the army immediately, and governing the people under his horse, he is indeed a great talent!"

  How did Jiang Wan know the thoughts of Feng Yong, a time traveler?

  He received Feng Yong's affirmative answer, and he was so excited that he stretched out his hand again, wanting to hold Feng Yong's hand tightly.

  Feng Yong shivered in fright, stepped back without a trace, coughed, and pretended to pull the hanger on which the millstone was hanging, as if to check whether it was strong, and didn't let Jiang Wan hold his hand again.

  At the same time, my mind was making a sharp turn, and my forehead was slightly sweating, "Hey, Jiang Junjun, it's civil unrest, just now I said civil unrest!"

  Jiang Wan heard Feng Yong's mention, and then remembered the topic he talked about at the beginning, and was immediately taken aback.

  I originally wanted to bring up the topic of civil unrest, why did I take so long without knowing it?

   Thinking about it again, isn't it Feng Junhou's bias?

  When he looked at Feng Yong again, his face became a little weird: Feng Langjun's clever words really deserved his reputation.

   After such an interruption, Jiang Wan quickly said again, "Yes, yes, civil disorder, Wan almost forgot."

  At the moment, he forgot that he was going to shake Feng Yong's hand.

   "That's right. Didn't the lords say a few days ago that there is an uneven balance between the Han and the barbarians? The rioters in Guanghan County, although they violated the imperial court's decrees, were inspired by others after all."

   "The prime minister means to move them to Yuejuan, firstly, to show the meaning of punishment, and secondly, to fill up Yuejuan, what do you think?"

   "Immigration is real?"

  Feng Yong understood immediately when he heard it.

   "Exactly."

   "That's good, how many people are there?"

  Feng Yong listened, Xindao finally heard a piece of good news.

   There are many ways of population migration, and immigration is one of them. The particularity of this is that it is organized by the government.

  The origin can be traced back to the pre-Qin period. In the early Warring States period, the Chu State migrated nobles to the frontier to open up wasteland, develop the frontier economy, and strengthen national defense.

  In the era of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the handwriting was the largest, and more than 700,000 people immigrated to the north at one time.

  Strictly speaking, in the past few years, Dahan has also made sporadic official immigration to Hanzhong.

  As for the dark activities of the vigilante... that is called the blood of capital.

   "Thirty thousand people."

  Jiang Wan stretched out three fingers, "The prime minister is afraid that he will become a new leader, and if he hastily accepts so many people, the prince will not be able to take care of him for a while, so he asked Wan to come here and tell you that the prince should prepare as soon as possible."

   Thirty thousand people are nothing!

   Another 100,000 people can eat it.

  Just thinking about the price of food in Jincheng, Feng Yong had to grit his teeth, "It's okay, the government in Yuejuan is now organizing the reclamation, not afraid of too many people, but afraid of no one. When will these people arrive?"

  Damn it, misfortunes never come singly, the rich man Feng Datu’s heart bleeds once again: The family in central Shu, let’s write down this account first.

   “The first batch is already on the way.”

   "Okay, I see."

  The current reclamation is centered on Qiongdu, going north along the Sunshui River, supplemented by Suqi and Taideng counties not far away. Just these three counties are enough to toss.

   Not to mention the Sunshui River Valley Plain outside these three counties, Feng Yong has no manpower to develop it.

  30,000 people, throwing them in there can't even make a small splash - the premise is that there is enough food supply.

  After discussing with Jiang Wan, someone arranged to take him down to rest, and Feng Yong went to inspect various fields without stopping, until the sun was about to set, and then turned back to the city.

  Although it is estimated that the aristocratic family will take advantage of the opportunity to bleed again, Feng Yong is still very happy about the upcoming population of 30,000.

  Although there are 40,000 Han people in Yuexuan, most of them are distributed around Anshang County, which is close to Qianwei County. In places like Qiongdu, if you don’t count the soldiers and Dongfeng Express employees who come and go, there are not many Han people at all.

  These 30,000 people came here, it was like sending charcoal in a timely manner.

  Education, education, and education must have a model. If there is no model, who knows how to Sinicize?

   Now that Jiang Wan's arrival has finally solved the biggest problem in Feng Yong's heart, so after a busy day's work, he immediately returned to the small yard humming a tune.

   "I have a little donkey that I never ride..."

  Washed hands and feet in the yard, walked into the living room, was about to find a sip of water to drink, but unexpectedly saw a person sitting quietly on the top.

  This person has an extremely handsome face, but is extremely cold, expressionless, and his body is as straight as a golden sword. He just sat there silently and stared at Feng Yong.

  It was already late, the room could not even be illuminated by the dim sunset, and the lights were not lit, so the flickering light, coupled with Guan Ji's appearance, this momentum was simply incomparably weird.

  Feng Yong almost shouted "Ghost!"

"Xi...Xi...you have a small leather whip in your hand..." Feng Tubie's heart trembled for a while, and he was so frightened that he unconsciously changed the lyrics. He stammered and asked, "Why is Xijun sitting here? ?”

   Guan Ji, who was like a wooden figure, finally had an expression on her face, and a smiling face bloomed, "I am waiting for A Lang!"

   "Oh, oh," Feng Yong patted his chest, "Xi Jun has a heart."

  Guan Ji stood up slowly, walked slowly, and walked towards Feng Yong, her momentum became more and more aggressive, "Ah Lang has won the prize."

  Seeing Guan Ji like this, and thinking about throwing her to Hualan this morning, the ghost knows what happened between the two of them, anyway, Feng Tubie has a very bad feeling in his heart.

  (end of this chapter)