Chapter 703 Damin
The wind picked up and made the woods rustle.
Withered yellow leaves fluttered and fell on the long embankment by the lake.
There was a child running under the embankment, holding a ripe melon in his arms, his face full of joy.
The old man stood barefoot in the shallow water by the lake, picking water plants and duckweed, planning to go back and feed the pigs.
A small boat floated on the lake and greeted the old man with a smile.
There were several wooden barrels placed on the boat, and several unwilling fish were struggling in them.
On this side of the long embankment, the neat farmland can be seen as far as the eye can see. It is now dyed golden and the harvest is about to begin.
Rows of mulberry trees stand between each piece of farmland, like a natural dividing line, which is very eye-catching.
Under the mulberry tree, children shouted and climbed up.
It's August, and there are not many mulberries left. The ones in the low places have been picked and eaten, and only a few are left in the high places.
A young man was very agile and climbed to the highest point. He ate more than ten mulberries and refused to come down. His companions were so anxious that they scratched their heads and urged them.
The young man stared into the distance.
The sky is blue, the clouds are light, and golden has become the theme color of the earth.
A group of knights in bright clothes and angry horses walked slowly along the path, pointing from time to time.
They were in high spirits and loud.
The leader was wearing a blue robe, surrounded by stars like a moon. He said something happy, and his hearty laughter even carried along with the autumn wind.
Wherever he passed, all the farmers in the fields prostrated themselves.
He seemed to be very kind. After getting off his horse, he started chatting with the farmer for a long time. Before leaving, some of his followers gave the farmer a piece of cloth.
The boy suddenly felt that picking mulberries to eat was quite boring.
He got down from the tree and gave up his position to others, his brows and eyes full of thoughts.
The group of knights has slowly walked to the other side of the lake.
“When we opened up wasteland, the grain harvest was so frowning.” The leader dismounted again, squatted at the edge of the field, and watched carefully.
The ears of millet are plump, golden, hanging down to the ground, and they look really good.
“Can one acre of land yield three dendrobiums and five dou?” he asked.
"Ming Gong, three dendrobiums and five buckets of dendrobium should be enough for the north and south two villages of Caiguan, and the fertilizers will be sufficient." Pei Jin, who is responsible for managing the manor, said.
"Meng Sun, you just came from Bianliang, how is the situation there?" Shao Xun stood up, looked at Zhang Bin, and asked.
"It's generally the same." Zhang Bin said: "This year's crops are abundant, and the harvest should be very good."
"Let me just say, how can we suffer disasters every year." Shao Xun smiled.
He has been numbed by the climate of this Little Ice Age.
Since the severe drought nine years ago, Henan has suffered two major disasters and one moderate disaster. The minor disasters are localized, so I won’t talk about that.
So many disasters are really hard to cope with.
It is said that after three years of farming, there will be a surplus of grain for one year. This frequency of disasters is enough to drain the common people of their surplus grain. In fact, it is even more serious, because the distribution of food is uneven. It is destined that some areas can barely survive, and some counties can only eat each other.
There is also the impact of war.
If the two-year and three-crop system had not been implemented, Henan would have collapsed more severely, fewer people would have survived, and Guangchengze would have been greatly affected. How could there be such a tranquil and nostalgic atmosphere today? scenery?
"The autumn harvest is about to be carefully collected, dried, and returned to the warehouse." Shao Xun got on the horse again, looked at the endless fields, and said: "We will use troops next year."
Zhang Bin Silently looking at the autumn wilderness.
In the past, I had only heard people mention Guangchengze, which was almost half the size of a county. There were almost no households here at the beginning, and all the able-bodied prisoners were used to cultivate wasteland. Even in the year of severe drought, they still harvested a winter wheat harvest in May.
Without that season of food, it would be very difficult for Mr. Liang.
This area has been cultivated for more than ten years. It has thousands of hectares of fertile farmland, crisscrossed waterways, mulberry orchards and fruit trees everywhere, and large pastures between hills and valleys. Although Liang Gong now has more than half of the north, the harvest of grain, fruits, vegetables, meat, and milk in Guangchengze and Liang County cannot be underestimated.
After digging a channel to Ru River, grain can be transported eastward by ship to Xiangcheng, and then connected to Ying River to reach Xuchang.
After arriving in Xuchang, you can also transport it by water to Suiyang Canal, and then go north to Bianliang.
If you go directly north from Guangchengze, you can go to the vicinity of Yique, and then walk dozens of miles by land to Luoyang.
You can go south to the northern end of Wanye, and you can transfer it by land for a short distance, and then you can transport it to Fangcheng via the Shahe River - of course, Nanyang doesn't need Guangchengze's food.
Shi Le's defeat may also be due to his inability to farm.
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"Sit on the ground." Shao Xun put down his fishing rod and said.
Hui Wan shook her head and refused.
"If it were a talisman, it would have been sitting on the ground." Shao Xun said regretfully.
Hui Wan is a little curious about this sister. If you do this, won't you get scolded?
The dull sound of horse hooves sounded in the distance.
Shao Xun had two futons brought over, and he sat side by side with his daughter, looking across the lake.
Not long after, in the shallow swamp, water splashed everywhere, and countless galloping horses circled out from behind the sparse forest, moving forward inexorably.
A few hundred steps away, there was another group of horses grazing. Seeing this, a majestic stallion jumped out of the group and rushed out.
“Ah!” Hui Wan was stunned, and inadvertently, all the wild flowers in her hand fell.
"The horses are about to fight." Shao Xun smiled. "Horses can also fight?" Hui Wan asked in surprise.
"You have lived in Suyu Palace for so long and you have never seen a horse fight?" Shao Xun asked in disbelief.
Hui Wan shook her head.
Shao Xun understood. It was normal for him to have such a strict mother. The generals of the Princess Mansion probably received strict orders not to allow Hui Wan to stray too far from Suyu Palace.
"I didn't know that horses could fight." Pei Lingyan walked over and asked curiously: "Why are they fighting?"
"Fighting for women." Shao Xun looked at Pei Lingyan and the man who was walking this way maliciously. Sima Mao.
Sima Mao looked at him with a frosty face, still unwilling to talk to him.
She is already in her forties and is gradually getting older and more beautiful. But Shao Xun suddenly became interested and insisted on reliving his old dream last night. After being kicked several times, I finally climbed up.
Sima Mao didn’t dare to get pregnant again, so at the last moment, other things naturally took on everything.
After coming back to her senses, she felt that this was a great shame and humiliation.
The daughter of the majestic Emperor Wu and the most noble princess of the Jin Dynasty, your face was abused like this?
"A horse is like a human being." Pei Lingyan chuckled, looked at Shao Xun and said: "A human is like a horse."
Shao Xun was a little unable to hold back, and awkwardly changed the subject: "Guangcheng There are dozens of large horses and countless small horses in the Ze Ranch. It seems that they are still not divided carefully enough, and they are constantly fighting." said. After finishing, Shao Xun looked at Pei Lingyan and said happily.
"All your skills are devoted to coaxing women." Pei Lingyan rolled her eyes at him, stood beside him, and asked, "Didn't you want to breed new horses before? Did you get any results?"
< br>"Do you remember this?" Shao Xun was a little surprised: "How can it be so simple to breed new horses? It depends on luck. Maybe there will be no results for decades."
He pointed at Pi The horses on the other side of the pond said, "Have you seen those strong stallions? They have been carefully selected and raised slowly for more than ten years. They are tall and strong, can run fast, and can carry heavy loads. The horses around them are The female horse is not ordinary, and it has been selected for many years. In short, the male horse cannot be bred to the female horse casually, everything has rules. "
A major core of horse politics is that horses cannot be bred at will. That would be it.
Excellent genes such as shoulder height, weight, speed, endurance, temperament, etc. must be purified in some way. Random mating cannot achieve this.
Guangchengze only maintains a small number of stallions all year round.
The stallions that were not good enough were directly gelded and sent to the battlefield in batches to serve as consumables.
The remaining stallions all have huge harems, which makes them happy, but they cannot arbitrarily choose mares to mate. The mating partners are all provided by the pasture to further breed better horses.
But in breeding, luck is too important.
Sometimes we even take a detour and directly go backwards. For example, if we find that a certain stallion that was previously thought to be excellent has a defect, we will need to eliminate it at this time. However, its defective gene may have been widely circulated. Unacceptable.
But this is how horse breeding is done all over the world. It is hard work, requires a lot of investment, and may not yield results, but it must be done. Because it is impossible for excellent horse breeds to appear in nature, a large number of excellent horse breeds used in wars in later generations were artificially bred and purified, and were more than one grade higher than naturally mated horse breeds.
“It’s only you who have spent more than ten years doing this.” Pei Lingyan sighed: “Actually, there is no shortage of horses now, right?”
“There is no shortage of horses, but there is a shortage of good ones. Horse." Shao Xun said: "But you are right, Hua Nu. You don't need a good horse to fight the Xiongnu, and their horses are not good. This is a gift I left for my descendants. I hope it will work out."
After saying that, he stood up, swung the fishing rod, and said: "If you don't want to fish anymore, you might as well shoot fish with a walking bow."
Pei Lingyan covered his mouth and smiled, for Shao Xun straightened his robes and said, "This year the crops are abundant and the horses are so strong. There are also many equipment and reserves. Should you feel relieved?"
"Don't worry." Shao Xun said: " We will invade Pingyang next year and snatch Liu Cong's queen back."
Pei Lingyan looked at him reproachfully.
This man, who recently accompanied her everywhere to relax, moved her heart a lot. She felt that her impulse back then was right, but now he is deliberately talking about it. She really doesn’t know how to express it.
"Actually, this is not what I am most relieved about." Shao Xun took her hand, climbed a high slope, pointed to the endless wilderness and villages below, and said: "Since entering Xiangcheng, Since Luonan, I have seen something that makes me very happy.”
“What’s the matter?”
"Children are running all over the ground." Shao Xun said: "Every time we go to a village, there are children everywhere. Many are three or four years old, and the most are five or six years old. When peasant women are hoeing, they often carry babies on their backs. There are too many children. , It means that the people's lives can go on, how can I not be happy? "
Seeing the slightest thing.
There is a brewing industry in the countryside and there are more children. You can see a lot from these details.
Official reports can deceive people, but these details cannot.
"You are now a bit like a hero." Pei Lingyan hugged him lightly and said.
Noisy shouts suddenly sounded from the bottom of the mountain.
The two went out in search of reputation, but saw many bankers coming out, excited and running around telling each other.
"What's wrong with them?"
Shao Xun laughed, hugged Pei Lingyan hard, and said: "I have become rich, have great power, and have a beautiful woman in my arms, how can I forget the old person? All the land in the two villages in the south and north will be distributed to the villagers, and they will be divided into households. From now on, they will all have family properties that can be passed down to future generations. "
The cheers at the foot of the mountain became more and more enthusiastic. .
Pei Lingyan looked at it blankly, and even Sima Mao's eyes were attracted.
In August of the second year of Shengui (318), Damin, Henan.
The people rejoiced and finished harvesting and drying quickly.
In September, Yongjiacang City, located in the middle of Guangchengze, could hardly hold any food. So 500,000 husks of dendrobium, millet and wheat were allocated and shipped to Dongyangmen Taicang in Luoyang for storage.
On September 15th, Shao Xun ended his inspection here and headed to his last destination: Yiyang.
Huwei General Shao Shen personally led the Zhongwu Army to Gancheng to greet him.
(End of this chapter)