Besides, most of Hanzhong can be regarded as unclaimed land nowadays. Just look at Huang Wudie. Even the rewarded fields have been abandoned due to lack of manpower.
Therefore, it is not a big deal if the emperor encircles more land.
These days, we are not afraid of too much land, but of too few people.
"You don't need so much, just plant 10,000 acres first."
"Then I'll get 20,000 acres first."
Huo Yi said cheerfully and made a decision on the spot.
Feng Yong:……
In fact, Huo Yi was relieved in his heart. After receiving the letter from the palace, he thought that he was really going to take away the 100,000-acre imperial estate to this Feng Langjun, and he felt really guilty.
This Huang Hao is shameless, but he still wants to be shameless.
If someone really caught him, the most Huang Hao can do is to go back to Jincheng, hide in the palace and continue to be his Huangmen, but he will have to hang out in the officialdom in the future. How many years will it take for him to become such a notorious black spot?
Wash it clean?
Of course, if you are determined to become a close minister of your superior, it is not impossible, and even compared to most people, you will still have a lot of glory.
But if this is the case, then you will basically have to be His Majesty's messenger for the rest of your life. If you want to make achievements, there is no hope.
But my lord is a famous general of the Han Dynasty, so how can I humiliate my ancestors?
As for Feng Yong, he also breathed a sigh of relief. The Queen is willing to take this title, which is the best thing. Otherwise, where would he find so much land to plant grass?
One acre of land can raise fifteen sheep, but that will be in later generations.
Fold it in half, raise seven or eight sheep per acre, use 20,000 acres of grassland, and use the harvested grass to make green fodder. You can raise 100,000 sheep, plus some cattle, horses, etc., which is not a problem.
One hundred thousand sheep, how much wool can they produce? Just thinking about it makes me drool.
If you want to trade wool with barbarians, Old Demon Zhuge will take it. It's not a big deal!
Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing, this is the way to go.
"Twenty thousand acres of fodder is really too much. In fact, ten thousand acres is almost enough."
Although the things on paper are very attractive, Feng Yong knows that, let alone whether there will be enough alfalfa seeds next year, even the number of sheep will not be so large. He can only grab some and exchange them with woolen cloth.
Some, and then breed some more, taking your time.
All of a sudden, 20,000 acres is indeed a bit of a waste.
"Not much, Feng Langjun." Huo Yi disagreed with Feng Yong's words, "As soon as spring comes next year, we will open up wasteland for farming. This eight-ox plow is a good thing, but it is in short supply. All year round, Huangzhuang will probably
If we can’t open up 100,000 acres of land, we might as well leave some wasteland to grow grass and raise cattle and sheep.”
"But the fodder I want to plant is a bit special. It's best to plow the ground, otherwise it won't grow well. How can it be made into cattle and sheep feed? Besides, doesn't Hanzhongye have the right to make the eight-ox plow? Why?
Are you afraid that the eight-niu plow is not enough?"
"Feng Langjun doesn't know something. Although Hanzhongye can make eight-oxen plows, Hanzhongye also has to supply not only the imperial village, but also the families of officials in the court. As the lord of the people, how can you
You should take care of yourself first, and naturally you should also think of your subordinates. Therefore, it is normal that the eight oxen in the Imperial Village do not have enough plows."
Huo Yi talked nonsense seriously.
Although there are not enough tools for cultivating the land, so part of it is left uncultivated and used for planting grass. That is normal!
So if you are good at being an official, no wonder you will become a high official in the future.
But Feng Yong paid more attention to another thing, "Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry also wants to make eight-niu plows to supply the nobles who come to Hanzhong to colonize?"
Aren't you taking food from the mouth of Old Demon Zhuge? When did Adou become so bold?
"There is nothing we can do about it. Although some of the supplies from Jincheng are supplied to Hanzhong, more are sold to large families in Shuzhong who need eight-niu plows. After all, Hanzhong Metallurgical Industry Co., Ltd. is located in Hanzhong, which is better than Jincheng.
It will be more convenient for Zhuye Jian to supply Hanzhong."
"Sold to a big family in Sichuan?"
Feng Yongdeng was a little confused. Isn't this the old demon Zhuge he knows?
Shouldn't he try his best to drain those wealthy families? When did the style of painting change so drastically?
Selling the Ba Niu Plow to those aristocratic families can indeed get some benefits from them now, but from the perspective of longer-term interests, it has helped them in disguise.
why is that?
"Is this... what the Prime Minister means?"
Although he knew it was rude to ask, Feng Yong still asked hesitantly.
"Of course it's the Prime Minister's wish. Without the Prime Minister's approval, who would dare to act like this?"
Huo Yi seemed to understand Feng Yong's doubts, and his expression was not unnatural at all.
Instead, Huang Hao glanced at Feng Yong thoughtfully.
What does this old demon Zhuge want to do?
Feng Yong always felt that this matter was a bit weird. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what the use of doing it was, so he finally gave up.
After sending Huo Yi and Huang Hao away, Feng Yong rushed to his thatched cottage and started drawing assembly drawings.
The problem of land for fodder has been solved. Now Zhuge Qiao is buying wool on a large scale in Ju County, so there is no problem with the source of materials for the time being, but the processing equipment has become a bottleneck, so Feng Yong needs to draw up improvements to the spinning wheel as soon as possible.
But God probably couldn't stand this country bumpkin's illegal crossing, so he found something to do for him before he could stay quiet for two days.
On this day, Feng Yong was racking his brains to think about how to change the loom into a pedal-operated loom. Suddenly, there was a "thumping" knock on the door outside the house, and the sound was rapid. It could be heard that the person was in a very bad mood.
It was because of his anxiety that the inspiration he had finally come up with was immediately destroyed.
"Who?"
Feng Yong felt a little irritable.
But at this time, there were only three people who were qualified to knock on his door.
One is Amei, one is Wang Xun, and the other is Guan Ji.
Amei and Wang Xun generally would not come to disturb him unless necessary. As for Guan Ji, Feng Yong was really eager for her to come over. Unfortunately, he didn’t know if Feng Yong was too hasty when she first came back.
I have been hiding from myself for the past two days.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, Li Langjun has brought many people here. I heard that there is a general, and I want your Majesty to go and greet him quickly!"
As soon as the door of the house was opened, Amei didn't even finish the ceremony before she spoke hurriedly.
"Li Langjun? Which Li Langjun?"
Feng Yong didn't turn around for a while, and just when he was about to ask, Old Soldier Lu appeared immediately and reported to Feng Yong: "Master, Li Langjun gave me a message, saying that General Wei personally led the people.
coming."
"General Wei? Which Wei..."
Before I could finish my thoughts, the names Li Langjun and General Wei were linked together, and Li Yi suddenly came to mind.
Couldn't it be... Wei Yan?
At this time, a dozen people suddenly appeared in the camp, all riding tall horses. Before Feng Yongren could see clearly, he heard a voice like a bell: "Who is the baby named Feng? Come out quickly and let me have a look."