In Guanzhong in April, there are scattered peanut trees and birds flying through the forest.
The spring scenery is pleasant, and the flowers in the southern mountains are blooming in the northern mountains. The poplar branches are blowing into thousands of lines, and the orioles are calling the couple to catch the morning breeze.
Deep among the flowers, there are flocks of cuckoos, flying here and there, chirping incessantly, embellishing the spring scenery very well.
"What a wonderful year, beautiful scenery!"
Feng Junhou stood on a mound outside Chang'an City, looking at the busy crowd in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.
Under his feet, the fortress originally built under Sima Yi's order has been turned into a mound and is about to be demolished by civilians at any time.
In the winter, many of the large and small fortresses were dismantled by the refugees who had gathered them and used them to make fires to keep warm.
At the beginning of spring, when faced with hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting for food, Feng Junhou did not panic at all.
With the help of Secretary Zhang and Liangzhou’s rich experience in providing relief services.
The things outside Chang'an City that were originally used to block the Han army were being demolished one by one.
What should be bulldozed will be bulldozed, and what should be filled in will be filled in.
If the trenches were connected according to the terrain, many of them would be suitable for use as canals to divert water for irrigation, which would save the trouble of building water conservancy projects.
Of course, it is not just the issue of having a full meal that arouses the great enthusiasm of the people.
Instead, every time a construction site that has been designated in advance is cleared, a piece of farmland can be obtained on the plain north of the Weishui River.
Over the years, Sima Yi cultivated a large number of farmlands in Guanzhong.
The specific quantity is still being measured intensively.
And a considerable part of these farms were cultivated by Deng Ai himself. This man was indeed a master of farming.
Thinking of this, Feng Junhou couldn't help but feel a little regretful: What a pity for this person's talent.
"There is a serious shortage of grassroots personnel, and the speed of resuming production is far lower than the set goal."
Secretary Zhang held the folder and followed Feng Junhou, saying in a serious tone:
"We must find ways to add more grassroots personnel as soon as possible. Otherwise, except for the area near Chang'an, other places in Guanzhong may fall into the hands of local powerful people again before long."
After giving birth to a baby, Secretary Zhang has some feminine charm in her body.
If you add a pair of glasses, it will be a real favorite for the big boss.
Guanzhong was the capital of the Han Dynasty, and such things as right-wingers running amok were absolutely not allowed to happen.
Feng Junhou sighed:
"I understand the truth. It's just a short while. Where can I find so many people? I can't send soldiers from Hedong over, right?"
The east side of the river is also extremely important.
There is also Tongguan.
Before Tongguan was repaired, his little fat brother-in-law Feng Junhou secretly glanced at Secretary Zhang and it was impossible for him to leave for Chang'an.
Therefore, it is extremely important to repair Tongguan as soon as possible.
After taking a look at Secretary Zhang, Feng Junhou immediately turned his gaze to the south and murmured:
"It doesn't make sense. I said I arrived today, but it's already past noon and I haven't seen anyone yet."
Secretary Zhang also stood up on tiptoes and looked south, and said angrily:
"I don't care. You promised me anyway. If you don't send me some help today, I won't be able to spare you."
After hearing this, Feng Junhou quietly looked around.
The personal guards formed a circle and kept out all the other people.
Plus the noise all around.
Well, no one should be able to hear your whispers.
But seeing someone Feng being sanctimonious on the surface, his tone was extremely vulgar:
"Oh, I wonder why Mr. Xi can't forgive me?"
When Secretary Zhang heard this, her face turned slightly red. She glared at Feng Junhou and suddenly felt her legs were a little weak.
It shouldn't be. When he was preparing to leave Liangzhou, he was obviously begging for mercy.
How come more than a year has passed and the situation is reversed?
How does this old thing grow flowers from dead trees and spring from old trees?
"Bah! Shameless! I'm talking about business, I don't care!"
Secretary Zhang rebuked Feng Junhou righteously.
"Oh, it's business. Here, is that coming?"
Feng Junhou didn't care, and suddenly pointed forward and said something.
Secretary Zhang looked carefully and saw a thin snake appearing on the official road to the south.
If you look more carefully, you will see that the leader of the team is holding a flag high.
As we got closer, there was even a faint sound of shouting.
Zhang Xingyi listened carefully. After hearing clearly, a smile appeared on his face: "Here he comes!"
Singing while marching is an old tradition of Nanxiang people.
Military personnel, civilians, students, etc., without exception.
This team that is rushing in is the senior students who were transferred from the Royal Academy at the beginning of spring.
Guanzhong has been initially settled, and many wastes are waiting to be revitalized, and a lot of manpower is needed.
The students of the Royal Academy who were preparing to take the exam were suddenly transferred to Guanzhong by Feng Junhou.
Even the annual tradition of going to Nanjing Middle School for internship has been interrupted this year.
Each of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys wore leggings on their legs and a cowhide belt around their waists.
There is no shortage of kettles, towels, backpacks, etc., and it looks very capable.
Although their faces were full of exhaustion, they could not conceal their high spirits and longing for the future in their eyes.
Various legends passed down by the predecessors who went to Liangzhou to take the exam filled them with desire and passion.
The guard captain who escorted them along the way saw Feng Junhou standing at a high place early.
He immediately slapped the horse's butt, stirred up a burst of dust, rushed to the mound, turned over and dismounted: "Greetings to the Lord!"
"Get up, you've worked hard. Has it been smooth sailing along the way?"
Feng Junhou walked down the mound and asked.
"Back to the Lord, everything is fine. Except for five people sprained their legs and seven people fell ill, the rest can keep up."
The captain looked at Feng Junhou with reverence in his eyes:
"The men who came out of the academy know military orders very well, and I'm afraid even ordinary soldiers can't compare with them."
Looking at the standing posture of the captain in front of him, Feng Junhou asked with a smile:
"Which battalion did you belong to before?"
Escorting college students, ordinary people are not qualified to undertake this task.
All are directly delegated within Dongfeng Express.
Moreover, escorts also have certain requirements and must pass the political review.
Not only do you need to know how to organize a march, but you also need to have the force to fight against rioters and bandits.
Soldiers from the Nanxiang Department who have been discharged from the army are the top priority.
"Junhou, I have been in the army for seven years in Jianxing. I was selected into Modao Camp. Later, I followed Junhou to pacify the bandits. Finally, I was wounded in Xiaoguan and had to retire."
"Where is it hurt?"
The captain grinned and raised his left hand with five fingers, only the ring finger and little finger remaining.
The remaining palms were so bare that it was a bit shocking.
In stark contrast to the captain's bright smile, it seemed as if this was the medal he received when he followed the prince.
Feng Junhou laughed and patted him on the shoulder:
"How has your life been since you returned to your hometown?"
The captain chuckled:
"It's okay. Saburo in my family is quite promising, and he was recommended to the Royal Academy."
Then he pointed to the team behind:
"Sanlang is right there, so I applied for an escort this time. Thanks to Junhou, I have hope for the future!"
No wonder he smiled as if he had eaten magpie shit.
Feng Junhou also breathed a sigh of relief:
"It's good to have hope, but I'm afraid that after everyone bleeds and sweats, they will shed tears again."
Feng Junhou cannot control others so much, but within the Xinghanhui system, they must take care of their own people.
"No, no, no!" The captain waved his hands repeatedly, "Everyone is thinking of you."
"Are there any difficulties?"
"No... uh..." The captain hesitated for a moment and looked at Junhou again.
Feng Junhou's heart sank.
"If you have any difficulties, just speak up."
Although Xinghanhui is still in the stage of rapid growth, the forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds.
According to Secretary Zhang's bedside manner, Feng Junhou knew that something had happened in Liangzhou this time when he led the troops.
Although it has been processed, the beginning and end have not been completely processed.
One of the most important reasons is that there is no way to dig deeper. This seems to involve the corruption of internal personnel of the Xinghan Society.
This kind of problem can only be handled by Feng Junhou himself.
Corruption is inevitable.
But if this kind of corruption has begun to affect the grassroots, then Feng Junhou must pay serious attention.
"Well, Junhou, it's like this. A few years ago, didn't Junhou say that if a child is born in Liangzhou, Longyou, even a Hu girl can be assigned a field?"
"Yes. Such a thing does exist."
"The villain had been away from home for a long time at that time, so he couldn't help it, so he followed suit and took in a bearded girl."
The captain's face turned a little red, and he said in a huff, "That Hu girl is also very child-bearing. She gave birth to a son and a daughter in a short time."
"It's just that after returning to my hometown, the person at home... um... um..."
It’s over!
It was not fully explained, and Feng Junhou also knew that this guy was finished.
Nanxiang women are famous among all men for their good housekeeping skills.
"The lady in the family doesn't agree?"
"That's not true. After all, the villain's concubine and children also have some land in Liangzhou, and they get a lot of dividends from the association every year."
The captain said with some trepidation, "My concubine has a daughter who is quite smart. I often persuade the villain at night, saying that I want my daughter to go to a textile school in the future."
"It's just that their household registration is recorded in Liangzhou. To Nanxiang, they are considered foreigners, so it will be difficult for them to go to Nanxiang's textile school."
"According to custom, this person has married into our family, how can he be considered a stranger? Therefore, I want to ask the Lord about this..."
After Feng Junhou heard this, he secretly laughed in his heart that this guy turned out to be a doting concubine.
Unexpectedly, Secretary Zhang next to him asked seriously:
"Is this kind of thing common among soldiers returning home from the army?"
The captain was not nervous when facing Feng Junhou, but when he saw the fairy-like person next to Feng Junhou speaking, he immediately stuttered nervously:
"This, this, I... villain, there are several of them around me."
"In order to integrate the Hu people as quickly as possible, we made great efforts to promote the custom of marching army lieutenants to marry Hu women."
Feng Junhou opened his mouth and said, "Even if there are not many now, there will definitely be more and more in the future."
After all, the area in Liangzhou, Longyou, now has luxuriant water and grass and fertile land, but it is not the soil erosion seen after the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
As long as they are willing to marry Hu Nu, both of them can get land in Liangzhou.
The love that farming people have for the land is absolutely passionate.
Secretary Zhang nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.
A serious imbalance in educational resources will lead to various problems and phenomena.
Coming out of a school in Liangzhou and coming out of a school in Nanxiang are definitely different starting points.
Looking at the cleverness hidden in the captain's eager eyes, Feng Junhou still didn't understand what he was thinking.
At that moment he smiled:
"The thing you mentioned seems simple, but in fact it is of great importance. But you reminded me, so let me make it easier for everyone."
"In a situation like yours, I will ask Nanxiang Academy to open a special path in the future. As long as you pay an extra contribution, children with non-Nanxiang household registration can be borrowed to study in Nanxiang."
Nanxiang has long implemented the issue of borrowing tuition fees among wealthy families.
Just like that sanctimonious old guy Xu Ci, who goes to pester Wei Rong every year.
I will definitely not give up until I get a place in some colleges or even textile schools.
These quotas are either favors or a large amount of money, and ordinary people really have no way to get them.
But this time, we can expand the scope of those who enjoy this policy.
After all, it was his decision to let his soldiers marry Hu Nu, and he would definitely have to deal with this matter.
But in order to avoid overly squeezing the resources of Nanxiang children who are most supportive of them, there must be a threshold.
The captain was a little disappointed when he didn't get the result he wanted most, but he was happy again when he heard that Junhou had spared no effort for everyone:
"Thank you so much, Your Majesty, thank you so much, Your Majesty."
Feng Junhou waved his hand and motioned for him to retreat.
At the same time, he casually told Secretary Zhang to take note of this matter and study it carefully when he went back to determine how to set the threshold.
"Students pay homage to the mountain leader."
Wei Rong, who had already arrived with his students, straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and bowed deeply.
The students following him also saluted in unison:
"Meet the mountain leader!"
The sounds were uneven, and Feng Junhou even heard the sound of a drake mixed with the voice-changing period.
Feng Junhou laughed and said loudly:
"No need to be polite, I've been waiting for you here for a long time! What, the scenery in Guanzhong is very different from that in Hanzhong?"
When many students heard Feng Junhou's words, they couldn't help but squeeze forward, their eyes filled with excitement, wanting to take a closer look at this legendary figure who founded the college with his own hands.
I only heard a bold student shouting:
"Shan Chief, we have come all the way and have no intention of viewing the scenery. We just want to reach Chang'an as soon as possible and follow the Chief to make great achievements!"
Feng Junhou stood on the mound again, looking at the people in Tsing Yi below, and felt a little excited in his heart:
"No matter how great your achievements are, you must start from practical work. Without practical work, this so-called achievement is nothing but a mirage."
"Captain Shan, when I first arrived in Nanxiang, I lived in a thatched house and worked with others to build Nanxiang bit by bit."
"If you want to make great achievements, you must be able to calm down. You must not be tired of being humble and aim high. Otherwise, you will only achieve nothing. Do you understand?"