After sending Zhao Guang away, Feng Yong began to recall how sugar cane was grown in later generations and how sugar cane was squeezed into sucrose.
After writing and drawing for two days and writing down all the processes, Feng Yong sighed while holding the drawings.
After confirming that the Han Dynasty was suitable for growing sugar cane and that the only place where sugar cane could be grown was Nanzhong, Feng Yong once again complained about the rebellion in Nanzhong following the tea incident.
It's okay, you're so stuffed that you're so stuffed? It won't be a problem. Alas, it really doesn't make people live in peace.
Of course, there is good news.
After Zhuge Qiao came here last time, some time passed and he sent someone to bring straw over.
Although the visitor did not tell Feng Yong, Feng Yongcai could guess that these straws were probably collected from unnaturalized refugees around Nanzheng.
It seems that Zhuge Qiao was not just distributing food and grass in Hanzhong, he also had a good grasp of many local conditions on weekdays.
As for how it was collected, and what would happen to the refugees without the straw, Feng Yong didn't bother to care - anyway, he didn't grab it personally, so what does it have to do with him?
Besides, when I was farming in Hanzhong, I never asked you to hand over a grain of grain. Now, if I ask you to light some straw, what’s the matter? What’s the matter?
If you are not convinced, go and register your household registration and pay taxes and grains. In this case, you are a common people. Judging from Old Demon Zhuge’s temperament, Zhuge Qiao probably wouldn’t dare to rob it.
Since you are afraid of paying taxes and don't want to register as a household registration, if something goes wrong, who will care about your life and death?
Anyway, Feng Yong doesn't care, at least for now, because he can't do it even if he wants to.
The late autumn sun was a little warm, and Old Man Lu was half-lying on a mound of dirt at the intersection, basking in the sun with his eyes squinted.
In recent days, people have been wandering around the camp.
These people, who had followed the straw trucks at first, did not dare to approach the camp and only dared to spy from a distance.
Their clothes were very tattered, and many even wore coir raincoats made of thatch. It could be seen that they were all wandering wild people struggling to survive in the world.
"They are all pitiful people." Old Lu murmured.
"How many people in the world are not pitiful?" The lame man lying next to Old Lu took over, "If we hadn't met the master's family, I'm afraid we wouldn't be much better by following them."
"Maybe he can be stronger. After all, he has been fighting on the battlefield. If he is forced to be anxious, he can even pick up a knife and do some business without capital."
Lu Laozu yawned and seemed to be enjoying the autumn sun.
"Then they haven't been forced to a dead end." The old lame man looked at the figures looming in the distance, "How long do you think they can endure?"
"I guess it can last for another month. I heard that winter in Hanzhong is not as cold as in Nanzhong. I don't know if it can freeze to death."
"It's too late to freeze people to death. Why don't they have any understanding, so they have to suffer like this?"
"It's not necessarily that people don't understand, it's just that they are used to it and have not been forced to the end. Who doesn't want to take advantage all the time? Besides, once you register, you will be controlled by others. Who knows whether you are safe or not? It's just like when you decided to follow
Master, aren’t we also guilty?”
The two of them were talking about something confusing when they saw a group of people coming along the main road from the direction of Nanzheng.
"I dare to ask the old man, is the front office governed by Wei Cheng of the Hanzhong Dian Agricultural School?"
There were seven or eight people coming, led by a young man on horseback. When he saw two old men standing at the intersection, he quickly got off his horse and held his hands in greeting.
Old soldier Lu and Lai Lai turned sideways to show that they did not dare to accept the courtesy, and said with a smiling face: "Exactly. Who are you, sir?"
Going down this intersection, it only leads to the camp. By walking here, the group can basically determine their destination.
"Excuse me, elder, please send a message to Feng Langjun, saying that Huo Yi, the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Co., Ltd., is visiting."
"It turns out it's Huo Jianling, please come quickly. The master has already said that as long as Huo Jianling comes, just move forward. Huo Jianling, please follow the old servant."
The happier Old Soldier Lu smiled, the scarier the scars on his face became.
"May I ask the old man who his family is?"
Although Huo Yi heard that the scarred old man in front of him claimed to be an old servant, he could tell at a glance from behind the guard that he was an old pawn with blood on his hands.
"The master is exactly the Mr. Feng that Huo Jianling mentioned."
"Okay, then I'll bother the old man." Huo Yi said with a smile, "This is the right person to ask."
Following Old Soldier Lu all the way, Huo Yi saw many people busy around the camp, and most of them were Qiang people.
However, whether it is feeding cattle and sheep, cutting firewood, or carrying things, everything is orderly and there is no trace of chaos.
At that moment, he couldn't help but secretly marveled, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this powerful person who can actually make the Hu people become so obedient? I see that most of these Qiang people are women, but they have the appearance of being in the military.
It’s really strange!”
After hearing this, Old Soldier Lu smiled and narrowed his eyes, as if these words were a compliment to him.
"To be honest with Huo Langjun, this kind of planning came from my own hands."
Although he had already suspected it, Huo Yi couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard the old soldier in front of him admit it: "I have heard that Feng Langjun is known as a young hero. Judging from the actions of these Qiang people in front of me, it is true."
"What's so surprising about this?"
It was rare for him to show his face in front of a distinguished person, so Lu Laozu boasted: "This method is simple to say. It is just to divide the Qiang people into multiple teams according to their heads, and each team has a captain. On weekdays, the work is assigned, and you just talk to the captain.
As for how to do it, that is a matter for them to discuss among themselves. If they do well, they will have a full stomach. If they do not do well, they will eat half full. Think about the Qiang people, how could they have a full stomach in the past? In order to be full, they would
Don’t you have to risk your life?”
Isn't this somewhat similar to the military system?
Huo Yi was shocked, but at the same time he thought to himself, if Huangzhuang did the same thing, divided into multiple teams, each competed with each other, and each had rewards and punishments, wouldn't it be faster than before when people gathered together to work?
"Oh! I've been waiting for Huo Jianling for a long time! If it weren't for the inseparability, I would have gone to visit Huo Jianling a long time ago!"
After receiving the news, Feng Yong stood at the gate of the camp, smiled and saluted Huo Yi who came over.
"How dare you let Feng Langjun come to visit you?"
Huo Yi saw a young gentleman standing at the gate of the camp, and heard him say these words. He knew in his heart that this seemed to be the rightful owner of his trip.
"I am able to obtain the position of supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry, thanks to Feng Langjun. I have not thanked Feng Langjun for this matter."
"It is because of His Majesty's wisdom that he established Hanzhongye. In addition, Huo Jianling has favored His Majesty. It has nothing to do with me."
Feng Yongke didn't dare to take credit, although, the various smelting supervisors came to life in his own hands, and the establishment of Han Zhongye was also because of his eight oxen plow.
But in front of Adou's close friends, it would be better to talk about this kind of merit to the emperor.
"Your Majesty is naturally wise, but Feng Langjun also made great efforts in it. Your Majesty also praised Feng Langjun several times in the palace!"
I thought that Huo Yi was the only protagonist in this group, but I never thought that a person standing behind Huo Yi suddenly interrupted.
Although the words were nice, the voice made some people feel uncomfortable because it was too sharp.
"Who is this?"
"My slave, Huang Hao, is now appointed as the Supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Co., Ltd. I would like to ask Feng Langjun for your advice in the future."
The visitor performed a blessing ceremony.
Damn it!
Feng Yongdeng subconsciously wanted to find Guan Ji.
There is no other reason, because Guan Ji always carries a long knife with her, and now Feng Yong wants to draw the knife and stab the guy named Huang Hao in front of him to death!
In the late Shu Han Dynasty, the country was exhausted and its people were exhausted. Apart from Jiang Wei's excessive use of troops and Adou who only cared about having fun, there was another person who had to bear a big responsibility.
That is the hermaphrodite eunuch in front of him who claims to be Huang Hao.
He specialized in government affairs, played with power, excluded dissidents, and turned the court into a smoky place. Even Jiang Wei was so scared that he did not dare to return to Jincheng because of this Huang Hao.
"It turns out to be Huang Jiancheng, forgive me for my blindness, I'm rude, I'm rude!"
Although Feng Yong's eyes flickered and he wanted to kill this guy with one blow, he had to force himself to smile at him.
"It's okay, it's okay. Speaking of which, I didn't inform Feng Langjun in advance and came here without warning. Please don't mind, Feng Langjun."
Huang Hao half-covered his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.
The maid who slaves to your sister is a dead eunuch!
Feng Yongqiang said with a smile: "Inspector Huang is in the palace, so he must be a popular person in front of His Majesty. Feng Yong is too late to welcome him, so why would he mind? Please come in."
Letting guests stand outside is not the way to treat guests. Although the inside is also simple, after these days of hard work, we finally made some tables and stools.
"The place is shabby, I hope you two don't mind."
Welcoming people into the big thatched house that was used as a meeting hall, and sitting down separately for host and guest, Feng Yong said apologetically.
"It's easy to talk about. Where is there in Hanzhong today that is not a start-up? Even in Nanzheng City, it's not much better."
Huo Yi naturally didn't care about the poor conditions, but Huang Hao actually sat there calmly, without any unnatural look on his face, and agreed with a smile, "We all work for His Majesty, Feng Langjun, please stop being polite.
"
No wonder this guy was able to gain Adou's trust in the future. He never left your majesty, and at least on the surface, he didn't even care about such hard conditions for Adou.
"Huang Jiancheng said it well. We are all doing this for Your Majesty. Let me speak frankly. Let me ask you boldly, how much land is allocated to the Imperial Manor in Hanzhong?"
"Your Majesty took the lead in the reclamation of Hanzhong, so he naturally had to put in more effort, so he naturally enclosed more land, about a thousand hectares."
Thousand hectares, isn’t that a lot? How many acres is it approximately?
Feng Yong counted on his fingers and suddenly looked at Huo Yi with wide eyes.
Huo Yi lowered his head to drink water with some embarrassment.
Damn it!
This Adou has such a big appetite, it covers a hundred thousand acres!
How much farmable land is there in Hanzhong?
Feng Yong thought hard again. At that time in college, he drew a map of Hanzhong for a semester. The recorded area seemed to be about 200,000 square kilometers?
Is this data correct?
Forget it, even if you discount this figure, there are still 1.5 million hectares. It seems that Adou’s account is not too much!
In addition, this era will definitely not be able to compare with the farming technology of later generations, so just erase the fraction, one million hectares, well, one thousand hectares is not too much for one million hectares, no wonder Zhuge Lao Yao can agree.
Adou Circle is such a big place.
After all, he is the emperor, and he is reclaiming the land from scratch, and in addition, he has taken away the various industry supervisors that were originally his income, so giving so much is probably meant as compensation.
It's just that Adou seems to be quite good at business. Seeing that Zhu Yejian can't get it back, he actually thought of setting up a Hanzhong Ye in Hanzhong and took this opportunity to encircle such a large piece of land. Zhuge Laoyao can't say anything.
, this mind can do it!
But when Feng Tubiao thought of himself, his heart suddenly became unbalanced.
My cheap father worked hard to get 600 acres of land, and he worked hard to get 500 acres... How can this be justified?
"I got a letter from the palace two days ago, saying that it is a matter of this imperial estate, and I need Feng Langjun to give me some advice. Whether I can complete the palace's instructions or not, it still has to fall on Feng Langjun."
Huo Yi was embarrassed to speak, but Huang Hao opened his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.
Well, not long after Guan Ji came back, you got a letter from the palace. It seems that it is most likely the queen who has spoken.
"There is no point in giving advice," Feng Yong immediately became energetic and said tentatively in a low voice, "It's just that I'm not very good at listening to the instructions from the palace, right? How can I help Huang Jiancheng?"
Huang Hao covered his mouth and smiled again: "The things the Queen has told me, I have made it clear that Feng Langjun can do it."
OK, it’s about the ranch.
Feng Yong smiled: "The queen has an order, how dare I not obey it?"
Huo Yi coughed lightly and said, "What the Queen means is that even though the land of the Imperial Manor is thousands of hectares, I don't know if it is enough for Feng Langjun's pasture. If it is not enough, we can think of another way."
One hundred thousand acres of grassland?
Feng Yong was trembling in his heart, this star color is really grand!
At the beginning, I had said in my letter that I wanted to borrow some land in the Imperial Mansion to grow fodder to feed cattle and sheep. I never thought that the Queen would acquire 100,000 acres as soon as she took advantage of it. Feng Tubou was frightened to death on the spot.
Why did Feng Yong have to borrow the land of Huangzhuang to grow alfalfa? Is it not because of the damned farming policy of feudal society?
When I was in Jincheng, if I wanted to use a little bit of cultivated land to plant cuttings and plant tea seedlings, I would be fined. If I used it to grow grass, wouldn't I be sprayed to death?
People don’t care what kind of grass you plant, let alone what you plant it for!
Anyway, not farming properly is a heinous crime!
As for the use of Huangzhuang, it is different. Hanzhongye, to put it bluntly, is a department dedicated to supplying the royal family. What they grow and how they supply it are all private affairs of the royal family and cannot be controlled by others.
Back then, during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to feed the royal horses, didn't they open up a special area to grow alfalfa?
Now, Hanzhongye, in order to raise cattle and sheep for the royal family’s pasture, what’s the matter? What’s the matter?
"You won't need so much!"
Feng Yong waved his hands hurriedly, and at the same time thought to himself, if he really had to use 100,000 acres of land to grow alfalfa, the old demon Zhuge was afraid that he would be chopped up alive? Even if Zhang Xingcai was the queen, his reputation would be affected, right?
"Feng Langjun, don't worry. This imperial village can be on flat land or on a slope. It has not yet been reclaimed, so it can be renovated."
Oh, I understand. It seems that everyone has not escaped the blind spot of the Hu people's pastures. They feel that even if Feng Yong's pasture has green material, it will probably need a lot of space.
If Huangzhuang has a slope, it wouldn't be a waste.