Early in the morning, before dawn, Wang Zeng led his people out of Guzang Fort and headed all the way to Taozhou. Instead of entering Taozhou City, they chose a hillside outside the city and immediately climbed up to Taozhou.
The current situation immediately came into his eyes.
Wang Zeng sat leisurely on his horse with a meaningful look on his face: "These farmers got up earlier than us. It seems like they haven't slept all night."
Spring plowing started in Taozhou today. The farmers got up early. The men rushed to the fields without eating. Smoke was rising from the village. The women were cooking at home and sending it to the fields soon.
Although Wang Zeng stood far away, he seemed to be able to hear the bustle in the village.
"It's really different."
Wang Zeng has been in Guzangbao for several years, and it is the first time he has seen such a lively spring plowing. The people in Fengxia Village were very noisy before, and eventually more than 2,000 households followed them to farm. It sounds good, but in the end it is not
If not, it depends on how the work goes, but now everything seems to be in order.
"All the nearby villages are working with them," Wang Zeng said, stroking the riding whip in his hand. "Song Zhuangyuan also led his men to go out early and return home every day, busy in the government office."
Speaking of which, Wang Zeng couldn't help but smile: "It's a pity that people can be gathered so easily. If we did something else, it would probably be possible."
The other thing Wang Zeng said was naturally to hoard soldiers and horses. It had only been a short time since the immigrants arrived, and the nearby farmers were willing to listen to them. If this was an ambitious general, he would raise an army of soldiers and horses in a short time. Among the farmers,
There are many men, what can't they do with their strength?
After practicing for a while, he might suffer a loss if he suddenly attacks his Guzang Fort.
Of course, Wang Zeng knew that these people did not have this intention. Sheep and wolves are different. These farmers are sheep, waiting for him to harvest in the end.
Seeing that everything in front of him looked quite impressive, the deputy general beside Wang Zeng couldn't help but said: "They have surveyed so much wasteland, can they still cultivate it?"
Wang Zeng didn't know whether it would be successful or not, but this year the most lively place for spring plowing in Daqi must be here. Not only was the number one scholar sitting in charge, but there were also imperial envoys from Beijing accompanying him.
Wang Zeng still doesn't understand why Xie Chen hasn't returned to the capital for so long, and who asked him to stay? It stands to reason that the case of Sun Ji and the Feng family steward has been taken over by the Beijing Central Yamen, and it's time for Xie Chen to return to his job.
Is it possible that we are here just to see land reclamation?
Waiting until daybreak, Wang Zeng lazily turned his horse's head. The people in Taozhou were busy, and he didn't have to keep his eyes on these people all day long.
Wang Zeng ordered: "Let's all go back and have a rest!" He had to start communicating with the Tibetan side, and at the right time, he would charge the village with treason and collaboration with the enemy.
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Xie Chen was standing on the ridge of the field, watching the plowing cattle plowing the fields.
There were farming tools made by Taozhou himself on the cattle. He took a look and found that they were really useful. He knew that Fengxia Village had a group of people making these things, but he didn't expect that there were so many when he took them out.
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Xie Chen saw Zhao Xueyi and reached out to pat Zhao Xueyi's shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work these days."
Zhao Xueyi smiled naively, stretched out his hand and touched his head: "I didn't do it, but... Luo Yang helped."
Xie Chen knew that many things were arranged by the girls of the Zhao family, especially Mr. Song. He had been in Taozhou for so long, and he knew how powerful the Song family and his son were. However, Mr. Song had a weird temperament. Although he knew a lot, he knew very little.
He mentioned to outsiders that he went to see Mr. Song for tea several times, but he couldn't find anything to say.
The things that Mr. Song carries in his belly will only be told to his young apprentice. Sometimes Xie Chen feels that it is a pity. He hopes to recommend Mr. Song to study in Beijing Central Government, so that Mr. Song can teach many students. Unfortunately, Mr. Song does not even have his own son.
The son ignored it.
Zhao Xueyi didn't know what Xie Chen was thinking about, and Xie Chen didn't understand what Zhao Xueyi said. It was indeed because of Zhao Luoyang that the recent farm tools were so successful.
There are always one or two parts of the farm tools they made that needed to be made very finely, and Zhao Xueyi spent a lot of effort on this. One day, Sister Luo suddenly said that she could help. She could find someone who specialized in making those fine things, so that
It can help him save time to make more farm tools.
Later, Luo Jie'er handed over the things made by others to his hands. Zhao Xueyi was surprised. The person who made those things must be much more skilled than him. Not only were they polished smooth, but each one was the same, without any defects.
This was a secret between Zhao Luoyang and her fourth uncle and could not be known to others, so Zhao Xueyi mentioned it vaguely and did not go on.
Zhao Xueyi and others drank water and continued to the fields. Xie Chen wanted to go elsewhere to take a look, but couldn't help but feel a little dizzy while walking.
"grown ups."
Zhao Luoyang stretched out his hand to support Xie Chen: "You have worked too hard recently, so you should go back and take a rest!"
Xie Chen felt better after sitting on the ground for a while: "It's okay, I just felt a little anxious when I moved around."
"Your Majesty, are you worried about our spring plowing?" Zhao Luoyang asked in a low voice. After Mr. Xie came to Taozhou, he became more and more desperate, and was even busier than the local officials in Taozhou.
Zhao Luoyang heard what Xie Chen said to Mrs. Bai, and knew that Xie Chen stayed in Taozhou to compensate the village. Logically speaking, since he had thought about how to compensate, Xie Chen's heart should be opened, but every time he saw
Xie Chen, she always felt that Xie Chen's worries were deeper.
Is there any secret that Mr. Xie has not revealed? He has not revealed it to Granny Bai, and he has not mentioned it even a word in front of Jiang Wei's grave.
Zhao Luoyang put the recorder on Xie Chen again. During these days, her recorder was basically kept by Mr. Xie for her. She didn't know when she would be able to record the answer she wanted. Before that, she couldn't give up.
When Old Mrs. Yang saw the movement here, she immediately came over with Old Mrs. Cao.
"Sir, eat some cheese," Mrs. Yang handed the wrapped cheese to Xie Chen, "This stuff is good and strong."
Xie Chen was embarrassed to eat, but Mrs. Cao smiled and said: "You can eat it, we still have a lot."
They bought some cheese from the village and, in Zhao Luoyang's words, kept some ready in case anyone felt unwell.
Mrs. Yang would not put such a precious thing in her mouth when making it, but now that her granddaughter said it, what else could she do? Just do it.
"You should go and have a rest," Mrs. Yang said with a smile and thanks Chen, "You don't have to watch what happens in the fields. We all have ten percent of our strength and we won't use eight percent of it."
Mrs. Cao also nodded: "We have spent all our money on spring plowing, and we still hope to earn money back from spring plowing. If we don't work hard at this time, we can only wait to starve."
Everyone has had enough days of starvation. It cost so much to transport seeds and rent livestock. Unless you have a bad brain, you will be holding back at this time.
Besides, even if someone thought so, Mrs. Yang and the others would not agree.
Every village has people like Mrs. Yang patrolling the village. Anyone who sees someone cheating or cheating will be penalized and their work points will be deducted.
To put it bluntly, farmers are more afraid of Mrs. Yang than Xie Chen.