Simple ideas often mean the lowest requirements.
The reason why we put forward the minimum requirements is often out of helplessness.
The family wants some land, just to have enough food and clothing.
But in the face of the aristocratic families who are so greedy that they even want to embezzle the country's farmland, how difficult is it to meet the people's minimum requirements?
Feng Junhou squatted on the old farmer's field, feeling a little depressed. After a while, he continued:
"I heard that the Wei people started farming decades ago. They not only recruited farmers to cultivate the fields, but also rented out seeds, cattle, plows and other equipment."
"Isn't this a good thing? Why does my father-in-law say that he can't even get enough to eat?"
The old farmer smiled, not sure whether it was a sneer or a sneer.
"Lang Jun, when Cao A'man started to farm, do you know what he did in the first place?"
"I don't know."
The old farmer smiled again:
"Do you know that he originally wanted to spend his time cultivating wasteland? At the beginning, he was interested in small families with land and fields."
"If you want to return everyone's land to the commonwealth, let us farm it for them."
The old farmer sighed:
"At that time, anyone who had a little bit of land at home was in a state of panic."
"Fortunately, the thief Cao later saw that people's hearts were unstable, so he ordered to stop expropriating the land, and then recruited refugees to settle the land."
As the old farmer spoke, his originally bright eyes dimmed:
"It only hurts those families whose fields were expropriated from the beginning, but their fields will never come back."
This is an old man with a story.
Feng Junhou reached into his arms and took out an oil paper bag. After opening it, he found pickled dried apricots inside.
"Old man, here, moisten your throat, and you continue talking."
"Lang Jun still likes to hear this?"
The old farmer was a little surprised by Feng Yong's reaction, but he stretched out his hand to take the dried apricots, and put it directly into his mouth regardless of the mud on his hands.
“So sweet!”
"It's pickled with brown sugar from Shu. It must be sweet."
The old farmer held the dried apricot in his mouth and smashed it several times. His eyes narrowed with a look of happiness on his face.
"Old man, even if the land is expropriated, you can still continue farming. Ordinary small families don't have the cattle to farm at home."
Feng Junhou moved his feet to prevent him from getting numb from squatting:
"I heard that the Wei people's farming communities rented cattle seeds to the farming communities. Isn't that good?"
The old farmer licked the dried apricots in his mouth a few times, swallowed a few more mouthfuls of saliva, and then continued:
"Who among the serious people would want to be a farmer? The farmers said nicely at the beginning that they would only farm the land and divide it into 40-60 shares with the Hakkas. There was no need to worry about anything else."
"But in fact, if you really become a farmer, the people will no longer be yours, so how can you still have the final say?"
"It is true that the local government has no control over the farmers, but isn't there still a government for farmers?"
"Why do the officials of the guest house ask you to go? Why can't you go?"
Probably because the dried apricots stimulated the old farmer to secrete a lot of saliva, he got out of hand after saying:
"Wu, well, it was fine when Cao Cao was there. Most of the time, everyone just had to farm. Although the Hakkas took away more, they didn't starve to death."
"But when it came to Cao Pi, things started to go wrong. The court only said that anything that happened to the Tuntian Guests would be decided by the Tuntian Guest House."
"From that moment on, this farmland became truly corrupt."
When the old farmer said this, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Without the supervision of the imperial court, the Hakkas would either sell their farmland privately to local large households, or they would take more harvests from the farmers."
"This work is becoming more and more difficult every year. It is said that you don't have to serve as a corvee, but you can still find time to do it!"
As the old farmer talked, his expression became a little excited:
"In all these years, who has had the opportunity and not wanted to escape? If there is no way to survive, who would be willing to escape?"
Seeing his appearance, Feng Junhou couldn't help but sigh.
History books only know that the Wei State had the largest scale of farming and accumulated a large amount of grain for the Wei State.
But how many people know that Cao Wei's farmland went from its peak to its decline in just twenty years.
And this corruption is based on the blood and tears of how many farmers?
The madness of the farmers in Hedong was a reflection of this extreme oppression.
It’s no wonder that the old farmer said that he only dares to eat half full, and if he can eat enough, he will be prosperous in the world.
Feng Junhou stood up and pointed to the other end of the field:
"How many people are there in the old man's house now? Is your grandson over there?"
On the other side of the field, there was an old woman and a ten-year-old child, who did not dare to approach at first.
But he kept looking over here, as if he was worried about the old farmer.
After seeing that Feng Junhou and his party were not malicious, he became curious again.
"No, he is my son. He must be fifteen years old."
Alas!
Is this... a human word?
How can any parent not know the age of their child?
Seeing Feng Junhou's confused look, the old farmer smiled, hiding endless sadness:
"These are children picked up by the roadside. They are my biological children. Two died of hunger, two died of illness, and the last one was taken away by the villagers to repair the river. There has been no news."
"Later, I was transferred from Runan to Guanzhong by the imperial court. I happened to see this child on the roadside. By that time, he was almost starving to death."
"I felt soft-hearted for a moment, so I fed him some of the food I saved. Unexpectedly, he survived, so I treated him as my own child."
This fucking world!
Feng Junhou stood up and took a long breath:
"Old man, life will get better in the future."
The old farmer's own personal experience seems to be more open-minded than Feng Junhou:
"I hope so."
Of course, it is also possible that he has become numb.
"Most definitely."
Feng Junhou said firmly.
The old farmer's face was full of regret:
"I heard that the people in Shu can have enough food and clothing, and it is all thanks to the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty. If the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty had not died, there is no doubt that they would have had a good life!"
"It's a pity that the Han army just came to Guanzhong, and the Han prime minister died. Now the person in charge of Guanzhong is Feng Junhou. Some people say that he is ruthless, but I don't know if it is true."
Feng Junhou:......
"Old man, the people in Sichuan are able to have enough to eat, and half of the credit is due to Feng Junhou."
Feng explained to the old farmer seriously:
"Feng Junhou taught a lot of farming techniques to the people of Shu!"
Hearing this, the old farmer showed a slight hesitation on his face, but finally nodded and said:
"I hope it will be as good as what Mr. Lang said."
"ah?"
Feng Junhou was slightly surprised. It shouldn't be. There is no reason why his reputation in Guanzhong has been ruined so quickly, right?
After thinking about it, it seems that I really haven’t done any bad things in Guanzhong!
What happened in Hedong... I didn't even come forward. Wasn't that done by farmers?
"I think the old man seems to have heard about Feng Junhou?"
"Who in Guanzhong has not heard of Feng Junhou? I heard from the old people in Guanzhong that he is the reincarnation of the Ghost King and can summon ghost knights from the underworld!"
"At that time, one hundred thousand Wei troops cut off his retreat, but they were defeated by the twenty thousand horses he led."
"I heard that in that battle, he summoned three thousand ghost riders at the last moment, and even a hundred thousand troops couldn't stop him..."
As the old farmer spoke, he looked around, as if talking about ghosts in broad daylight still made him a little worried.
I wipe it!
Feng Junhou's face turned green.
When the old farmer talked about King Feng Gui, a look of worry appeared on his face:
"Over the years in Guanzhong, there have been rumors that this person is the most ruthless. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for such a cruel person to be in charge of Guanzhong..."
Feng Junhou's face began to turn from green to black:
"Old man, it's life and death in battle, so it's normal to be ruthless, right?"
After thinking about it, he handed over another dried apricot, hoping that the other party would be merciful.
The old farmer chewed the dried apricot core in his mouth and then spit it out.
He put the dried apricots handed over by Feng Junhou into his mouth again and smacked his lips again.
The floodgates of his words were once again opened by dried apricots:
"What Lang Jun said makes sense, but I also heard a lot of things about Feng Junhou from the young Lang Jun who measured the land."
"Oh, what did those young men say again?"
"All those young men said that Feng Junhou was their teacher. Not only did he set up a school to teach them how to read and write, but he also sent them to take the Maocai examination."
"I heard from them that their family used to be farmers, but now they suddenly became members of the government."
"Tell me, how much ability does this kind of thing require? If only Feng Junhou could help one or two people, that would be fine. He can actually accept hundreds of students every year."
"How much does it cost? He can't even make money so fast, can he?"
Feng Junhou's mouth twitched.
Minting money is nothing!
What if someone prints money?
The old farmers who survived the war, moved from Kanto to Kansai, and are still active must be very knowledgeable and have their own set of understandings.
At this time, he didn't even notice that Feng's face had turned dark. He looked like he had seen the world and said seriously:
"Mr. Lang, to tell you the truth, a major event happened in Guandong in the early years. You must have never heard of it."
"What's the big deal?"
"In the early years, the emperor of Wei State dismissed many people from their offices and arrested many people. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because those people can only boast and cannot do real things. If they are allowed to join the government, they will only talk and ruin things."
The old farmer said and shook his head:
"That's why I was worried when I heard those young men talking about Feng Junhou as a rare hero in the world!"
"If the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty is still here, then maybe the people in Guanzhong will have enough to eat."
"Now that I have replaced Feng Junhou, he can also share the land with everyone. Of course it is not bad."
"But it's a pity that he likes to brag. I don't know if he can do practical things later."
This old man just ate two dried apricots and he said everything.
I originally wanted to give him all the dried apricots in my hand.
Unexpectedly, as he talked, Feng Junhou became depressed.
In a fit of anger, he simply wrapped the dried apricots and put them in his arms again.
Then stood up:
"Old man, I heard that the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was buried in Lantian. If you are serious, you might as well go and pay homage when you have the chance. Maybe it will make your wish come true?"
He was speaking out of anger, but the old farmer stood up with a look of excitement on his face:
"Hey, when Mr. Lang said this, I remembered it. It is indeed such a thing."
After thinking about it, he seemed to have made up his mind:
"If Guanzhong can really be as ignorant of famine as Shuzhong in the future, I will definitely go to worship."
Gan!
Feng Junhou didn't want to talk to this ignorant old man anymore, so he turned and left.
"Alang, where are we going now? Back home?"
Back on the official road, Zhang Xiaosi opened his mouth to Feng Junhou and called Alang, which was Hong Guoguo's provocation.
Feng Junhou really wanted to go back home, but when he saw the expressionless General Guan, his calves trembled:
"How can it be a child's play to inspect the farm? Send someone back to the house to tell us that we will not go back in the next two days."
"Then where are we going?"
"Lantian!"
If you keep walking along Bashui, you will reach Lantian.
From the former Qin Dynasty to the former Han Dynasty, Lantian has always been the place where troops were stationed in Guanzhong.
Because this is the only way to Wuguan.
After passing Lantian, the road begins to become rugged due to the rolling mountains.
Moreover, Wuguan cannot station a large army all year round.
After all, it is not an open area. Only when there are police at Wuguan will the army stationed in Lantian go to support.
Even if Wuguan fails, Lantian's army can still stop the enemies invading the pass here.
Compared with Guanzhong, the journey from Wuguan to Nanyang is not only much farther, but also difficult to travel.
So when the Wei army in Chang'an withdrew from Guanzhong, they did the same thing as Sima Yi, destroying all Wuguan, and then withdrew their troops.
Unlike Tongguan, which is blocked by the entire plateau, Wuguan is located between two mountains and blocked by a river.
At this time, Feng Junhou simply did not have enough manpower to repair Wuguan while repairing Tongguan.
Therefore, Wuguan at this time was completely undefended.
Leading the army stationed in Lantian to guard against Jingzhou was Jufu, who was specially transferred from Longyou by Feng Junhou. At the same time, he sent Meng Yan as his deputy.
Upon learning that Feng Junhou had arrived, the two people quickly came to greet him:
"Greetings to the Lord."
"No need to be polite."
Feng Junhou got off his horse and did not enter the camp. Instead, he walked to a high ground and looked in the direction of Wuguan:
"Is there anything unusual over there in Jingzhou?"
"Back to the king, everything will be as before."
Calculating the time, if that bitch Yang Yi really surrendered to the enemy, he should have arrived in Jingzhou by now.
"If you have any news, you must report it in time."
"promise."
"Forget it, you don't have to follow me. I'm going to see the Prime Minister."
The prime minister's tomb is halfway up a mountain, and there is a mountain road leading directly there.
There were soldiers guarding the mountain, and Feng Junhou saw some remaining sacrifices by the road at the foot of the mountain.
He couldn't help but be a little confused, summoned the guarding soldiers, pointed to the sacrifices on the ground and asked:
"what happened?"
"Your Majesty, some people came to worship privately. They did not go up the mountain, but worshiped at the foot of the mountain. It is not easy for us to drive them away."
"Who are they?"
"Most of them are business travelers coming from Hanzhong. They said that they worshiped the three sworn brothers in Zhongyi Temple in Hanzhong, and now they have come to Guanzhong to pay homage to the prime minister and seek peace."
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Is this worship belief with Chinese characteristics?