Chapter 215: Sacrifice and Compensation (monthly ticket plus 9 updates)
A long motorcade appeared at the end of the road.
The people in Xiangcheng who came after hearing the news stood solemnly and watched quietly.
The first thing that came was the sound of advocacy.
In the front row are eight military trumpeters, puffing their cheeks and playing hard.
The sound of the horn is desolate, with a little sadness.
In the back row are seven drummers and a panpipe player.
The sound of the drums is gentle and slow, and the sound of the flute is plaintive, seeming to guide the souls of the dead to follow them.
After walking for a while, the drummers stopped, and an elegy man composed of more than a hundred Liangxian martial arts students sang softly in unison -
"Whose land in the wormwood, there is no wise or foolish person to gather souls." ”
"Uncle Gui is urging me to do this, but I can't hesitate in my life."
Singing while walking, his spirit is sad and his voice is sad.
After the Elegy Man, there is a decorated carriage.
The pallet cart is decorated with white cloth curtains and has built-in straw mats to wrap the corpse.
Someone stood on the car, stood on the left side of the car and laid a coin.
After the first stacker truck passed by, the second and third trucks were behind it...
To the left and right of the stacker truck were sergeants of the brigade.
The shining brilliance of the weapons in the sun added an extra layer of solemnity to the funeral.
When the funeral procession passed the section where people gathered, everyone was solemn and there were even faint sounds of crying.
After crying, I looked at Shao Xun, Lu Zhi, Yang Man, Yu Liang, Wu Qian, Mao Er and other people in the team who were responsible for good and bad luck, and they all fell to the ground.
The convoy rushed forward, quickly passing through the crowd and approaching its destination: a deserted land plateau.
The crowd stood up one after another.
Some people sighed: "In the past, when Emperor Wu died, there were only a hundred and twenty elegy songs. Now the Marquis of Lu Yang personally presides over it. Thousands of officials and soldiers will bury him and pay homage. Drums and horns are blown, libations are laid on the road, and wailings are heard. Wild. The mourning and glory after the death of the soldiers and civilians are over. "
"The story of the Han and Wei Dynasties, the mourning of the ministers, and the mourning of the ministers." Someone else said: "When did this happen to the head of Guizhou? Ai Rong? "
"I am forty years old. In the past, people who traveled together, lived in the same room, and feasted in the same hall died unexpectedly, or crossed south to Wu. Looking around, they were all gone. Others sighed: "I wonder if anyone will come to bury me after I die. Or will my body be left open to be eaten by birds and beasts?"
"Marquis Lu Yang is here, why do you worry?" someone advised.
"There are many people crossing south, but not many are staying. Marquis Lu Yang rescues Luoyang several times and defeats the thieves many times, so he will be able to maintain peace."
"Bandang In the autumn, when things are boiling, a god may appear to guide the people and rescue the people. As long as Marquis Lu Yang doesn’t abandon us and wait for him to cross south, so what?”
“The world is in chaos, why not come to the world? From this? It is better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. There is no one in Luyang Hou's tent, so it is better to join him and help him expand his foundation. Even if it is inevitable that he will be destroyed in the future, so what? At worst, we will die together. My ancestors live here. But he didn’t want to cross south.”
"Yes, it is better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. Helping Marquis Lu Yang means saving yourself."
Everyone was chattering, which made the middle-aged man feel much better. He wiped his tears and said: "That's alright. After all, I can write and do calculations. I also worked as a county official in Chenliu in the past. Even though I am over forty, I can still help Lu Yanghou for another ten years with this old life. Please encourage me."< br>
“Let’s encourage each other!” Everyone responded.
On the plateau, Shao Xun looked at the buried bones one by one, scattered the commemorative coins with his own hands, and sang: "Who is not greedy for glory in this world? How can the sky and the earth be equal when I return to the spring soil... Children Weeping blood, shouting to the sky and knocking on the ground, buried in the dust, gold and jade will remain in the eternal town. "
The drummer played again.
The sound of drums and horns resounded throughout the heaven and earth, echoing endlessly.
Shao Xun swept through countless new graves one by one and said loudly: "A real man lives in heaven and earth, and there are things he can do and things he should not do. It is not my wish to go south to live in peace, wind, flowers, snow and moon. To kill thieves with a sword, It is my lifelong wish to protect Sangzi and bring peace to the people. If you have souls, please help me!"
After that, he took out an arrow, broke it in front of the new grave, and said: " If you violate this oath, there will be thunder and lightning!”
The breeze suddenly rose, and the coins danced in the wind, whimpering, and circled around him.
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The entire collection, burial, and memorial operations lasted until the end of May.
There are no commanders in the counties, but powerful elders come in droves to pay homage to Marquis Lu Yang.
Shao Xun took the time to talk to them one by one, and selected the best ones to serve as county officials. He even arranged for a few sergeants from small gentry families. After the prefect Lu Zhi took office, he wrote to the court to request the appointment of officials. ——The governor, prefect, and county magistrate can recruit subordinate officials, but they have no authority to appoint superiors in prefectures, counties, and counties.
The vacant Borderland is mainly used to house the families of the Silver Spear Army officers and soldiers.
They are semi-recruited soldiers, eating food and serving as soldiers. Theoretically, there is no need to allocate land to his family.
But theory is theory, and in fact it still needs to be divided. Even if it is a small amount, twenty or thirty acres for a family to be cultivated by the family, it can make their life better.
In this way, the living standard of Silver Spear Soldiers should be relatively good in Xiangcheng.
For this work, Shao Xun was led by Lu Zhi and Mao Er, with the cooperation of officials and assistants from various counties in Xiangcheng. It took three or four months to complete the arrangements one by one.
Along with this work, there are also the issues of pensions for fallen soldiers and incense offerings. "Do many soldiers who died in battle have heirs?" Shao Xun asked Wu Qian on the way out of Xiangcheng County.
Old Wu has always been in charge of this stall.
"Most of them are already married." Wu Qian's temples were all gray, and he was followed by several children and nephews who were specially brought here to show their faces in front of Shao Xun.
“There are not many heirs.” Wu Qian added.
"If there are no heirs..." Shao Xun pondered for a moment and said: "I will allocate a sum of money. You can find the relatives of the soldiers who died in the war and find a way to adopt one. The sons and daughters will be in Jiuyou. Next, you can also enjoy the sacrifice.”
“No,” Wu Qian responded.
This matter is very tedious and time-consuming. It also requires running around, gossiping with others, and even getting looked down upon.
He can only do it. Anyway, he is not afraid of what others will say.
"The most troublesome thing is the soldiers." Shao Xun said: "The heir must be found well, the land will not be taken back, and will be inherited by the heir when he grows up. You should go and take a look regularly. If someone embezzles these Land, by the soldiers of the village and the defense, arrests and convictions”
If it is a system of soldiers that has been operating normally for many years, this problem does not actually exist.
Historically, Fubing took shape in the late Northern Wei Dynasty, the Eastern and Western Wei Dynasties gradually developed, and the Northern Zhou Dynasty finally came into being. Theoretically speaking, the land granted to the soldiers by the imperial court would be taken back by the imperial court after the soldiers died of old age or died in battle.
But in actual operation, this is generally not done. Instead, one of the sons and nephews of the Fu Bing is selected to inherit.
Now that the Fu soldiers are first established, there is a problem, that is, the Fu soldiers have no heirs or their heirs died in battle before they grew up. How to deal with it?
We can only find a solution from the family where Fu Bing belongs.
It is actually unreasonable and too generous for Shao Xun not to take back the land of Fu Bing.
If a soldier dies in battle, the land allocated to him should be taken back and handed over to his son, nephew or other relatives who are willing to serve as soldiers. The families of the soldiers who died in the battle were raised by their families and relatives.
This is the meaning of the existence of a family or even a clan, and this is how it has been done historically.
To avoid risks, the soldiers will marry each other and become relatives so that their families can be taken care of by their relatives when they die in battle.
Over time, the atmosphere of "being close to the party and sticking together" developed. Everyone helped each other and formed a united group, forming the unique values of military people.
Now that the government troops are being established, some soldiers are even outsiders, and their families are also in other places, but there is no such a group that is married to each other and helps each other.
Then we can only be generous. Anyway, there will be a lot of unclaimed land.
After a few decades, when the government soldiers spread out and expanded their relatives, the situation would be different again.
On the sixth day of June, Shao Xun arrived in Guangchengze, and the first thing he did was to check out the "shirt field".
There are more than 1,300 hectares of land. Last year, the masters of the five counties opened up the land and planted a season of millet. The yield was impressive.
This year, it will be farmed by the prisoners of the Jisang tribe. It is still spring sown millet. It is not yet time to harvest, but some things can already be seen.
"Junhou." The person in charge of managing this area was Zhongdian Mu Lekuan. When he saw Shao Xun coming, he immediately saluted.
Le Kuan is an official of the imperial court, not Shao Xun’s private person.
However, he doesn’t have many livestock now and has more free time, so he helps and manages the fields.
There are more than a dozen people under him, all sent by the Nanyang Le family, and they are very familiar with running the farm.
Be able to read and write official documents, be able to manage accounts, and have management skills, and even formulated reward and punishment measures...
Without this group of people, Shao Xun would really not be able to manage the Shitian stall. Things - being able to manage things and managing things well are completely two different concepts.
The resources in the hands of these aristocratic families are really rich, and they can help you take care of your logistics very smoothly, so that you have no worries and can concentrate on training and fighting.
Shao Xun loves and fears them.
What I love is their management and operation ability, which can reduce the frequency of troubles and increase output at the same time - in good conscience, it is much better than him using military law to control the captives in farming.
The fear is that they will continue to penetrate into their own group and gradually grow stronger.
But there is no other way at the moment. War is the top priority and consumes most of the resources. We can only half-prevent and half-exploit.
"I came to see it last year." Shao Xun pointed to these lands and said, "The masters of the five counties cleared the stones from the fields, cut down the bamboos and trees, burned them once, and dug them again. I harvested a batch of tree roots and bamboo roots, but in the end I could not get more than two bushels of Dendrobium per mu, and some even had only five or six bushels of Dendrobium per mu. If I dig out tree roots again this year, will I be able to harvest two bushels of Dendrobium per mu?”
"Yes." Lekuan replied firmly.
Shao Xun was overjoyed when he heard that Lejia’s management team was indeed professional.
Shitian is very important as it is related to the pension of soldiers who died in battle.
If the harvest per mu can reach two bushels, after deducting the rations and rewards for the prisoners in the field, there will be almost more than 100,000 bushels of grain left. After the pensions are given, most of them can be collected as pay.
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
Farming is addictive, because the harvest can give people a great sense of pleasure and encourage you to continue farming.
Shao Xun knows this well.
Well, my attitude towards Lan Ji was not very good in the past. I need to change it in the future and be more gentle.
(End of this chapter)