In March of the fifth year of Jianxing, Feng Yong, the governor of Yuexun, decided to inspect the three counties of Qiongdu, Suqi, and Taideng. He was accompanied throughout the trip by Yuegufu, the capital of Yuexun, who had been transferred from Dinglu, and the governor of Youguan Suo.

When Zhang Ni, the magistrate of Qiongdu County, heard that Feng Yong was not only inspecting farming, but also inspecting soldiers from each county, he suggested, "Now is the time when the wheat is about to ripen. If too many soldiers are deployed, it will probably affect farming."

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Feng Yong explained, "Nowadays, Qiongdu has a population of nearly 60,000, and there are 3,000 soldiers. During this inspection, only half of them will accompany them after the review. Magistrate Zhang does not need to worry."

"Besides, earlier, the imperial court transferred half of Yuexun's soldiers, and now it's time to make up for the shortfall."

In the military system of the Han Dynasty, the central guard was the strongest combat power of the Han Dynasty.

Zhuge Lao Yao gave Feng Yong the right to recruit troops in the three counties. At the same time, he withdrew half of the three thousand Yuexun troops in his hand. The half left to him was due to the serious rebellion of Yuexun Yi.

Otherwise, according to usual practice, local military forces are generally conscripts recruited by the county.

Of the remaining 1,500 people, 500 were sent down to the grassroots level by Feng Yong.

Now he only has about a thousand people in his hands, which can barely maintain public order in the area.

But the Northern Expedition was imminent, so Feng Yong naturally had to make preparations early.

When Zhang Ni heard that Feng Yong had no plans to recruit conscripts on a large scale, he felt relieved and went down to arrange various matters.

Among the three counties, Qiongdu is the most cultivated. Many of the fields opened last summer were filled with water and fish were raised for a season. The fish can not only eat weeds, but also use fish manure to fertilize the fields.

Because of the pasture, a lot of fertilizer can be accumulated in the spring of this year, and fertilizer is added to the ground again.

Therefore, although the land is newly cultivated, the wheat growth is not too bad. The wheat ears filled with pulp have begun to bend down, and the breeze blows, setting off waves of green waves.

Standing at the edge of the field and looking far into the distance, the vast wheat fields are like green carpets, giving people the urge to roll.

The unique smell of crops and soil in the fields is assimilating to your nostrils, making you feel a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of your heart.

"How much food can be harvested from such a piece of land?"

Feng Yong bent down, stretched out his hand to count the wheat grains, and asked.

If it was rice, he might still have a rough estimate in his mind, but as for wheat - he only knew that wheat could be used to grind flour.

Guan Suoju helped Zhang Yi follow behind. Standing next to Feng Yong was the chief of the 13th District. He wore narrow sleeves and tight clothes, and wore a pair of leather boots on his legs. He looked neat and fresh.

"Hui Langjun, if you can harvest two stones from such an acre, it would be great."

The people who can be called Lang Jun are basically the old people who followed Feng Yong for the first time. It seems that the seniority of this manager is quite old.

"Although this land has been used to grow food, it is now being reclaimed. It would be good if you can get two stones. Don't be dissatisfied. If it were a land reclamation a few years ago, if you can recover the food seeds in the first year, it is a good land."

Feng Yong listened and smiled.

The head of the village was a little embarrassed after hearing this, "I have been following Lang Jun for the past few years, and I am used to seeing three or four stones per acre. I don't even care about this kind of harvest."

Although Li Chang's words sounded a bit bragging, Feng Yong still felt comfortable after hearing this. He pointed at Li Chang and said, "What year are you from?"

"Back to Langjun, it was the second year of Jianxing."

Li Chang's face turned slightly red, and he subconsciously straightened his chest and abdomen, and with a "ba" sound, he stood up straight.

"Oh, that's the earliest batch."

Feng Yong nodded with satisfaction, "We're not in a military camp, so there's no need for this."

"yes!"

From the beginning, Feng Yong deliberately disrupted the distinction between Han and Hu in Nanxiang, emphasizing only whether there was household registration or not.

Nowadays, in the group that follows Feng Yong, it is becoming popular to talk about seniority rather than distinguish between Hu and Han.

The oldest ones are none other than the group of people who followed Feng Yong when he first went to Nanxiang in the second and third years of Jianxing. Many of them were even prisoners of war at that time and registered as household registrations.

The most representative one is Duanmuzhe, who changed his surname to Han and is now a famous dog steward in Nanxiang.

The dog farm under his control not only delivers good dogs to ranches, workshops and mines, but also sent a batch of military dogs to Zhao Guang in Juxian County a few days ago.

These dogs are much easier to use than people when on alert at night, and their tracking abilities are also good.

Feng Yong continued to take the lead and walked forward, crossing the fields and heading towards the residential area. "How many Yi and Han people are there in this area?"

"Hui Langjun, there are 421 Yi people and 198 Han people, a total of 619 people. Most of the Yi people here belong to the same tribe called Po Shi tribe."

The district chief knows his jurisdiction well.

"What is the attitude of the leader of the tribe towards the recruitment of conscripts?"

The ultimate goal of trying to move the Yi people from the mountains and forests to the plains was to civilize them and turn them into farming Han people.

Only in this way can they be considered to be under the management of the government and become real registered Dingkou, who can collect taxes and collect corvees.

This involves the issue of how to strengthen management without causing a backlash from tribal leaders.

The social forms of the Yi people are different. Some tribal villages are similar to those of the Han people. They live together as a bond of clan, and the leader is equivalent to the clan leader.

These are basically experienced people, just like Amei's village, they are the easiest to manage. As long as they are given land, they can be made to do corvee labor.

Some are still in semi-slave form, and the leader has absolute control over the barbarians at the bottom.

Even if the land is divided on a per-capita basis, the land is still counted in the name of the leader, but the leader himself organizes people to cultivate it, similar to collective farming in the slave era.

If this kind of tribe wants to recruit conscripts, they need to communicate with the leader in advance and ask the leader to send a certain number of soldiers. This will put the leaders who are devolved to the grassroots to a greater test.

However, because there is a notorious ghost king suppressing him above him, and as long as he doesn't beat people too much and affects the leader's harvest of food from the fields, generally speaking, the leader is more sensible.

Seeing that the Northern Expedition was imminent, Feng Yong took the opportunity to inspect the three counties and naturally wanted to learn more about this sensitive issue.

"The villain discussed with the leader, and he agreed to draw thirty strong men."

"Thirty people? So generous?"

Feng Yong was startled. For a tribe with only about 400 people, this was not a small number, and they were still strong men.

The leader chuckled and said quickly, "That guy is very good, after all, the King of Ghosts..."

Having said this, he glanced at Feng Yong and saw that Feng Yong didn't mind, so he scratched his head and continued, "Who dares to disobey the Ghost King's order?"

"Moreover, most of the Yi people used to dig the land by hand, and the harvest was poor. It's not like now. The government rents out oxen and eight-oxen plows. The land they plow in one day can equal the work of their tribe in ten days ago, not to mention the amount of work in the field.

The harvest is also much better than before.”

"So now he doesn't need so many people, so he naturally doesn't want to feed idle people. I heard that he is now trying to save some money and food to buy an eight-oxen plow and a few cows."

After listening to the chief's explanation, Feng Yong nodded, "This leader seems to be a visionary."

Sure enough, developing productivity is fundamental!

If this tribal leader can always be so sensible, then he will have the opportunity to accumulate a substantial wealth, and then find a way to change his identity. His next generation will basically be considered a local wealthy family.

If the descendants are promising, can gain a good background, and have political capital, then they can change their skin and claim to be Han Chinese from a poor family.

Thinking of this, Feng Yong smiled strangely: Although it cannot be seen in a short time, it is obvious that this kind of semi-slave tribe may be quickly disintegrated in the future.

After all, as long as they enter the military group of Nanxiang, Han and Hu will be forcibly kneaded together. In addition, the food and clothing are much better than before. It is almost impossible for those slaves who have been transferred to serve to want to go back to the previous days.

It's just a guess.

At that time, whether the government will come forward and directly redeem personal freedom or something will depend on how big the appetite of the tribal leader is.

"Mr. Sir, please look, the leader is in front."

The chief suddenly pointed forward with his finger.

I saw a group of people standing in front of me. The one at the front was a small black Yi man wearing a brocade robe. He looked a little nervous. He was holding a silverware in his hand. It looked like a container. I didn't know what was inside.

Before he could get closer, he hurried over.

Feng Yong gave a brief signal to Bu Qu, and the leader ran up to Feng Yong smoothly, and then suddenly knelt down, holding the container with both hands, and stammering something in his mouth.

Feng Yong could only understand the words "Sir...send...".

The chief explained in a low voice, "Abo's Chinese is not good. He is saying that he would like to greet Lord Feng..."

The meaning of "adult" in Chinese is very different from that of "adult" in Yi dialect. When Li Chang translated it, he started to stutter.

"I also sent good things to Mr. Lang. This pot is filled with good wine that their tribe found on the trees in the mountains."

Feng Yong nodded, reached for the wine bottle, helped him up again, nodded and smiled.

Abo looked at the high-ranking Han officials in front of him. They were all dressed in gorgeous and exquisite clothes. He couldn't help but feel a little inferior and subconsciously pulled on his clothes.

Feng Yong handed the wine bottle to Bu Qu and asked A Bo to follow him with a smile.

When I passed the crowd that came to greet me, I realized that they were all women.

"Is it possible that this tribe also respects women?"

Feng Yong asked a little strangely.

The lieutenant showed a smile on his face that every man would understand, "Hui Langjun, Abo carefully selected this woman, the most beautiful woman in the Poshi tribe. If Langjun catches his eye... Ouch!"

Before Li Chang finished speaking, he suddenly flew out and lay on the ground, taking a mouthful of mud.

Feng Yong coughed and said, "Why are you walking so carelessly? Why don't you get up faster?"

As he spoke, he walked directly past the group of women without squinting, and muttered at the same time, "It's dark, small, and ugly. What's there to see?"

After speaking, he glanced at Guan Suo beside him, who had no expression on his face.
To be continued...