Du Yu rode his horse slowly forward, and his horse's hooves stepped on the wide trade road paved with gravels, making a crisp tap sound, followed by the lame financial officer Statuenko, the stubborn old man Jones and a dozen guards in light mail.

This tour was a temporary tour for Du Yu. He expected to come to the vicinity of Samor Fortress to see the upcoming spring plowing situation. The Grand Duke Jones, who was unwilling to go to the city of Zhevading, was boring in Samor, and insisted on following the fat man out to see the south*

I saw large areas of freshly reclaimed fields on both sides of the wide business road. The dark blocks of soil turned over with iron plows exuded the fragrance of soil. Rows of newly reclaimed ditch fields were like chessboards drawn on the earth.

In early spring of April, on the phosphorescent Samoli River, farmers from nearby villages were driving ten-meter boats to fish in the just thawed river water.

The silver Samoli River water dug out irrigation channels along the dry winter water flow into the fields waiting for irrigation. Some of the land has already exposed green buds.

Du Yu took a deep breath with his nose. The just-stop spring rain mixed with the humid and fishy smell of earth in the air.

Du Yu was basically satisfied with this progress. The stubborn old man who followed him showed a novel expression. For the Grand Duke Jones who had been in the snow-capped mountains in the northern region for many years, he saw the southern water town once*

Du Yu knew that this was the beginning of his governance of the three counties. Whether he could stabilize the people's hearts that were floating in the war, whether he could gather strength to dominate the south for himself, and whether he had sufficient food security was the most critical issue.

180,000 northern refugees who fled from the north to the south were newly organized by Du Yu, including 40 households and 400 households as a new village, and were placed in two counties, Samor and Satdo, where the originally vast and sparsely populated barren hills and tidal flats.

The refugees who had settled down began to reclaim their new fields, which made the two county lords, which were originally deserted and desolate because most people fled, rejuvenated.

According to Fatty's vision, the interior officer Statunko re-divided the wastelands of the two counties into eighteen areas, each of which was placed in 25 towns.

This is a complicated task involving land measurement, woodland division and other contents. It made Statuenko, the financial officer in charge of internal affairs, so he was so busy that he almost vomited blood. The originally fair noble face was also sucked.

Finally, under Du Yu's instruction, all refugee camp leaders were summoned from the refugees to discuss. After a full month of negotiation, the land boundaries were newly divided, and finally completed before the end of the spring plowing and rainy season.

In late April, the air is fresh and the rainy season has just stopped.

The ponds and gullies are full of water, and the land is nourishing and plump, which is the most important spring plowing time of the year

Lord Lord’s new “Farming Act” has been issued to the 1348 villages of three counties one month in advance.

This new bill is completely different from the fact that farmers used to sow seeds in the soil at will, and then let them live without any hesitation and fend for themselves.

Not only are all spring plowing land strictly required to go through more than ten procedures such as soil turning and irrigation, but also strictly stipulate the soil depth and density of sowing of the cultivated land.

This made many farmers dissatisfied because it greatly increased their workload. However, after the new "Rural Tools Rental Act" was promulgated before the start of spring plowing, such opposition almost disappeared.

Rewards for merit, punishment

Carrots and sticks, force and temptation coexist, and rewards are ahead, and everyone strives for the first

All the same in ancient and modern times

According to the newly promulgated "Agricultural Tools Lease Act", villages willing to implement the new farming Act can not only divide five horses for farming land,

Moreover, the grain tax paid during autumn harvest only needs to be paid one-third of the grain according to the new regulations.

Those who hand over the top ten can not only receive 1,000 gold lukes from Marquis Dustan, but also receive 5 more horses.

For those poor villages, this is simply a fortune, shocking all the farmers

Even the richest local rich man in the village may not necessarily have a stable horse in his family. The richest old rich man Sin still stood in the field with his butt sticking out his head and sowing seeds.

How many people have never stepped out of the village in their entire lives, and at the farthest they can go to the back mountain to play wild game and pick wild vegetables

If you can walk around the town and take a look at the lord's towering castle from afar, it is a pride worthy of recitation, and it is a synonym for seeing the world

Not to mention seeing a horse, even a donkey, let alone the dazzling golden light in the legend

Now who dares to jump out and sing a counter-tone with Lord Lord’s new “Farming Law”?

The poor and yelling poor households in the village will use the ploughing tools in their hands to let him know what the bravery of farmers is.

Of course, villages that do not follow the new farming laws will not only be less than five horses, but also need to pay half of the original food for autumn harvest.

The voices that had originally complained to the lord quickly became support for the new bill

Before the spring plowing time came, every village was already busy and began to turn the ground.

Du Yu remembered that he had seen a classic quote that pointed directly at the heart of the people in his previous life. His two preparations fully confirmed this sentence.

"People don't worry about poverty, but are uneven"

This is how the poor peasants in their territory are. Everyone is so poor that they have nothing to do. They are so poor that they can see at a glance. They are so poor that they even starve to death.

Of course no one is willing to spend more time on farming.

Anyway, everyone is the same, no one laughs at anyone

Suddenly one day, an opportunity to make a fortune is placed in front of everyone, that is another matter

The most I think of when I see the opportunity in front of me is not how to grab it, but the most I think of

"If you want to be poor together, you will be rich, and if you want to be rich, I can't make a fortune, so don't think about it."

This is the origin of "red eye disease"

The Grand Duke Jones pointed at several farmers in the fields beside the road and drove their horses to plow the soil in the fields, and asked in confusion.

"Mr. Dustan, do you need to dig so deeply in your land? Horses are very precious materials. You actually sent them to farmers to plow the fields. In our place, just find a piece of wasteland and sow the seeds and sprout. In the cool autumn, it will naturally grow into golden wheat. When the wheat is harvested, we will have enough food to go up the mountain to hunt.

It is a waste of manpower to use horses like adults to work hard. If so much manpower is sent to do some logging at this time, the fishing work is not better! It can also be sold to merchants to make some money."

The grand Duke of Jones showed a generous smile from the northerners, and there was no awareness of being a guest of Samor.

Tell your own point of view without hesitation, and even occasionally point out Du Yu's shortcomings and inappropriateness.

This cool and arrogant personality has long made the fat man useless

The fat man was not in the mood to explain the meticulous cultivation of ancient China with a stubborn old warlord.

Looking at the arrogant look of the old man Jones in front of him, the fat man quickly responded with an embarrassing look.

"We have no choice. Our place is a barren southern mountainous area, and naturally it cannot be compared with the fertile northern snow under the rule of the Duke. Especially since we lack the most basic farm tools. In order to resist the Kujits, all the iron tools were cast into weapons by Samor. I can't let the farmers below dig the soil with their hands,

Samor's original large amount of grain stocks was consumed to redeem all the adults. In order to ensure that all of us have enough food to spend the winter, even the horses in our army had to be sent to the farmers to cultivate land. Such embarrassment made the Duke laugh!"

This is the fat man reminding this stubborn old man

"I took the grain and redeem you from the Kujits! It's not my grain, you are still gnawing the skins of the Kujits."

Hearing the fat man's answer, the face of the Grand Duke Jones, who was still arrogant just now, turned slightly red.

Thinking of the grievances he suffered from the Kujits, his face became dim and he said unwillingly

"It's a pity that the Kujits now block the road to the north, otherwise I can compensate you Samor's losses."

"compensate?"

The fat man looked a little surprised, and even Statuenko next to him looked like he didn't hear him.

It turns out that this arrogant Duke Jones doesn't know that his family is still arguing with the surrounding few little lords. Thousands of farmers mobilized in his territory are still screaming hungry.

In order to solve the problem of the temporary recruitment of thousands of farmers for dinner, the Jones family was selling their money, and the already exhausted territory and property made it even worse. It is said that it is almost time to go bankrupt

"Why? Don't believe me? I am the Grand Duke of Jones, one of the three great dukes in the north! I guarantee that with my great duke of Jones, as long as the road to the north is clear, I will hand over the most precious things of the Jones family to you as my compensation for you Samor."

Seeing the fat man and others with disbelief, the stubborn old man became anxious and shouted with his thin arms,

"As long as the road to the north is clear, I will use the title of the Great Duke of the North as my compensation!"

"hiss"

A sound of gasping in front of the Grand Duke of Jones

"This old man is so TMA-like and bachelor spirit!"

Even the fat man who was just a run for the Grand Duke did not expect such a big bomb to pop out of the stubborn old man's mouth. He even dared to take the last fig leaf on his body to give it to someone

There are only five titles of hereditary grand duke in the entire kingdom.

Three in the north and two in Kyoto have always been hereditary, and they are responsible for important defense tasks in the north and Kyoto.

This prominent title also possesses many privileges that other ordinary lords cannot obtain,

The right to govern the military and autonomy alone does not require the payment of the king's authorized tax, and the king has no right to interfere with the appointments in the territory. It is simply an independent little kingdom.

This stubborn old man seemed to have seen through his weaknesses long ago.

That is, without the king's permission, he sent troops to occupy the two counties without authorization.

Thinking that he had the title of Grand Duke on his head, he could completely eliminate the consequences of his own possession of the three counties, and could very well push the king's orders back, and he could also add a fertile duke's lord.

I will be the co-lord of the four kingdom counties

At that time, I grabbed a lot of beautiful women in front of me. I didn’t like anyone else. With a wave of my hand, I naturally had my younger brother come up and chopped me up with a big blow.

Fat man's eyes glowed and he swallowed his greedy saliva

Also seeing a fat man who was happy in front of me, the dark and thin Duke Jones showed a cunning curve at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled secretly in his heart.

"Silly fat man! Five hereditary grand dukes, do you know what hereditary is? If you want to eat meat, show some sincerity!"
Chapter completed!