The words "everyone needs to work together" are probably Zhuge Lao Yao secretly reminding himself that he must put national affairs first and work together.
Let's just be united. Feng Yong doesn't have any objections.
If you want to live a happy life, you have to let the old demon Zhuge live well first.
When he is better, the man will be better off. Only when the man is better can he be better off.
Jiang Wan, on the other hand, was slightly startled when he saw Feng Yong's nonchalant expression. He didn't know whether the prince really didn't know the meaning of this, or whether he was pretending not to know.
It's just that this is a matter between the Prime Minister and the Lord, so Jiang Wan can't say too much.
"Your Majesty, Wan actually has one more thing to do when he comes here this time."
"There's more?" Feng Yong almost shouted, "Isn't it over?"
This is not the way to pluck wool. If you really pluck the wool in the pasture like this, the sheep will be bald by you!
Jiang Wan seemed to know that his request was too much, and he looked a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty, you know, a few days ago, there were rioters in Guanghan County roaring in the mountains and forests, and even the Northern Expedition military supplies transported by the Prime Minister to Hanzhong were plundered."
Feng Yong naturally knew that there was civil unrest in Guanghan County, because someone within the Xinghan Association had already spread the news that the price of food in Jincheng suddenly rose sharply. The reason was that there was civil unrest in Guanghan County.
Jincheng belongs to Shu County, which is equivalent to the northern capital in later generations, while Guanghan County is just north of Shu County, which is equivalent to Hebei in later generations.
There was turmoil in Guanghan County, which directly affected the stability of people's hearts in Jincheng. What followed was a sudden surge in food prices.
A few days ago, Feng Yong was jumping around and cursing for a while, saying that if there is no chaos in the morning, there will be no chaos in the evening, but it happened at the time when the Xinghan Association was buying a large amount of grain. For this reason, I don’t know how much more money will be spent.
At that time, Feng Yong realized that the civil unrest in Guanghan County was not only a protest against the imperial court by aristocratic families in central Shu, but they even took the opportunity to raise the price of food in Jincheng and shed some blood on themselves.
Why doesn't this make a certain country brat fly into a rage, completely forgetting that he has tricked people into bleeding out several times before?
This time, the most I can get is a little interest.
Now that Feng Yong heard Jiang Wan take the initiative to mention this matter, he asked curiously, "How many hidden people have been found by the imperial court, are they worthy of such a big fight by those aristocratic families?"
"So far, more than 300,000 people have been found." Jiang Wan looked solemn, "Everyone can guess that the family has hidden a lot of people, but they didn't expect there to be so many."
"Hiss!" Feng Yong inhaled as if he had a toothache, "Only three hundred thousand?"
"Talent?" Jiang Wan was really shocked this time, "Three hundred thousand is already a lot. Does the Lord know how many people there were in the Han Dynasty before this?"
"How many?"
"When the late emperor ascended the throne, he checked the books in the treasury and found that there were 200,000 and 900,000 households. However, in the past few years, the counties in Hanzhong and Shuzhong have increased their numbers of people, totaling two
120,000 households, one million people.”
"Now that the imperial government has ample treasury, it is possible to reorganize the number of people and acres of land. Unexpectedly, there will be three hundred thousand more people. Lord, this is three hundred thousand people, not thirty thousand. It is nearly 30% more than before."
Jiang Wan said with excitement, "Among them, the monarch really made a great contribution! If not..."
Can you speak? Can you speak?
If you say that to someone who doesn't know what's going on, it will be misunderstood that it took me three years to create 300,000 people!
So, why do you need money? Because you can do whatever you want with money.
Otherwise, according to Zhuge Lao Yao’s previous search efforts, how could he have the capital to spend all his efforts in censusing the population?
Just worrying about the family's backlash was enough for the court to compromise.
Like now, if you rebel, you rebel, and you just suppress them directly. Anyway, you have money and food in your hands.
Feng Yong curled his lips, waved his hands carelessly, and interrupted Jiang Wan, "What's this? The counties in Nanzhong haven't checked yet. If they do, wouldn't there be more?"
Zhuge Lao Yao's Northern Expedition is a topic that will be talked about for generations to come and will never fade away.
Because in the 1,800 years since then, there has never been another regime that separated itself from the center of Shu and was able to take the initiative to attack the north, and to do so with such vigor and vigor.
And this involves the comparison of the economy and population between Shu and Wei: at that time, the registered population of Shu was about one million, while that of Wei was about 4.5 million.
Moreover, Cao Wei also occupied the most elite area in the world, while Shu was a remote place at that time.
So this is the reason why later generations admire Zhuge Lao Yao.
But as far as the population issue is concerned, there is a controversial point, that is, after Jin unified the country, it began a comprehensive inventory, and the country suddenly had a population of 25 million.
This is enough to illustrate the large number of people who have gone into hiding due to war.
Therefore, later generations of scholars, based on the statistics of the Western Jin Dynasty, inferred that the real population of Shu at that time was 4 million, and that of Wei was 13 million.
Feng Yong thinks this is closer to the real situation.
But now when the imperial court conducts a population census, only 300,000 people are found?
Just this made Jiang Wan excited. Judging from this, Old Demon Zhuge was probably overjoyed as well.
After all, there are nearly 30% more people. Based on the ratio of soldiers to civilians of one to ten, at least 30,000 more people can be recruited.
Unfortunately, for Feng Yong, it is boring and meaningless: where are the remaining two million?
I have worked so hard to increase productivity, and I am even willing to share the profits so that the wealthy families can benefit from it. How can you be worthy of me if you are so stubborn in hiding the population?
Just to clear out the hidden population of 300,000, a riot broke out, and they even took the opportunity to drive up the price of food. How much more blood did I lose? What a bunch of gluttons!
Thinking of this, Feng Yong felt his heart bleed: a lot of small money was spent just like this!
"Your Majesty, Nanzhong... At this time, there is no way to check the population. After all, the Yi people of various tribes in Nanzhong can only be regarded as owned by the barbarian kings and Yishuai, and cannot be controlled by the big Han."
Jiang Wan was excited to talk about this matter, but when he saw Feng Yong looking dissatisfied, he was shocked. Looking at Junhou's appearance, he seemed to think that the number of people traced was too few?
"What about Shu and Hanzhong? The Prime Minister is planning to stop here and not continue the investigation?
Feng Yongyong asked reluctantly.
"The civil unrest in Guanghan County has shown that it is not appropriate for the court to continue the investigation." Jiang Wan explained, "After all, the top priority is to prepare for the Northern Expedition as early as possible, and the Prime Minister also needs stability in Shu."
"The limitations of the feudal landlord class..."
Feng Yong muttered something that Jiang Wan could not understand, and then said to Jiang Wan, "The Yuexun people, I have conducted an inventory these days, and there are about 150,000 people."
"The specific data is with Bo, the leader of the Yue clan. When Jiang joins the army and returns to Jincheng, you can ask him for the book."
"How much?!" Jiang Wan suddenly heard this and screamed, "Ten... one hundred and fifty thousand?"
"Yes, 150,000. Two hundred years ago there were 400,000."
Feng Yong looked at Jiang Wan's expression and said disdainfully.
"This moment and that moment, this...how can this compare?" Jiang Wan stammered, "Your Majesty, is this serious? This kind of thing is not a joke."
"The number of registered people refers to those who can pay taxes, not those tribesmen, slave laborers, etc., let alone those barbarians who cannot be ordered by the imperial court."
"I know, I'm not a coward!" Feng Yong glanced at Jiang Wan angrily, "I have stayed in Nanxiang for so long after all. According to the old rules, the horse farm and other people have to help pay the bills.
Taxation and corvee levy.”
"As for those who are willing to farm, they will be taxed according to ten taxes, and not even a penny will be lost."
In ancient times, in addition to paying land taxes, people also had to pay poll taxes, and they also had to perform corvee services from time to time.
Ranches and textile workshops were new things, so Feng Yong set a precedent, which was a very bad one for those wealthy and aristocratic families who were desperately trying to suck blood: they uniformly helped employees pay taxes.
So this is why so many people try their best to squeeze into Nanxiang Ranch and Workshop.
Because as long as you become a formal employee and work with peace of mind, not only will you not have to worry about food and clothing, but you will also have someone to take care of your life, old age, illness and death.
Even the government's corvee work will be handled by the ranch workshop - because the workshop has a dedicated engineering team and a dedicated nursing team.
Feng Yong's actions not only made the employees grateful, but Zhuge Laoyao also expressed satisfaction: after all, the professionalism of the engineering team and the nursing team cannot be matched by those temporarily transferred civilian workers.
As for farming, it's even simpler.
These days, there are many people but little land. As long as they are given enough farmland, coupled with a curved shaft plow suitable for small households, and advanced farming technology, Feng Yong can even rent cattle from the pasture to them for farming.
According to this situation, the life of a homesteader may not be considered prosperous, but it is definitely sufficient for nourishment.
So all the aristocratic families who endlessly annex land should be damned!
The demise of feudal societies in the past dynasties was ultimately a question of land.
The most important thing now is to find ways to strengthen the strength of the Han Dynasty, rather than to carry out agrarian revolution.
The imperial military system of the Sui and Tang Dynasties was able to maintain its prosperity for nearly a hundred years.
For Feng Yong, a hundred years is enough.
The problems a hundred years from now can be solved by expansion, because the world is so big, why don’t you go and see it?
Of course, it can also be solved through various methods such as continuing to develop productivity, but these are issues to be considered in the future.
The main problem at present is the problem of unification.
To unify, there must be sufficient military resources and economic strength.
Feng Yong is confident in his economic strength.
Enough troops are enough.
That's why when he heard that Old Demon Zhuge had obtained 300,000 people from the Shuzhong family, he stopped with satisfaction. He felt that it was really a toothache - the limitations of the feudal landlord class!
"Your Majesty, your Majesty is really capable of running an army on the horse, and can manage the people under his horse. He is truly a great talent!"
Jiang Wan received Feng Yong's affirmation and was so excited that he reached out again and wanted to hold Feng Yong's hand tightly.
Feng Yong trembled with fright, took a few steps back without leaving a trace, coughed, and pretended to pull the hanger holding the millstone, as if to see if the knot was strong, and did not let Jiang Wan hold his hand again.
At the same time, his mind was racing, and he was sweating slightly on his forehead, "Ahem, Chiang Kai-shek is joining the army, there is civil unrest, I just said there was civil unrest!"
When Jiang Wan heard Feng Yong mention this, he remembered the topic he originally talked about and was stunned.
I originally wanted to bring up the topic of civil unrest, so why did I miss it for so long without realizing it?
Thinking about it again, wasn’t it Feng Junhou who led him astray?
When he looked at Feng Yong, his expression became a little strange: Mr. Feng, the clever talker, really lived up to his reputation.
After such a interruption, Jiang Wan quickly said, "Yes, yes, civil unrest, Wan almost forgot."
At that moment, he forgot about stepping forward to hold Feng Yong's hand.
"It's like this. Didn't the Lord say a few days ago that there was inequality between the Han and the Han people? Although the rebels in Guanghan County violated the imperial decree, they were instigated by others after all."
"The prime minister's intention is to move them to Yuexi, firstly as a punishment, and secondly, to fill up the Yuexun. What do you think?"
"Immigration to the real border?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he immediately understood.
"Exactly."
"Well, how many people are there?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he finally heard good news.
There are many ways of population migration, and immigration is one of them. The particularity of this type is that it is officially organized.
The origin can be traced back to the pre-Qin Dynasty. In the early Warring States Period, the Chu State moved its nobles to the border to open up wasteland, develop the border economy, and strengthen national defense.
In the era of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, he was the most ambitious and immigrated more than 700,000 people to the north at one time.
Strictly speaking, in recent years, there have been several sporadic official immigrants from the Han Dynasty to Hanzhong.
As for the dark activities of the militia...that is called the blood of capital.
"Thirty thousand people."
Jiang Wan held out three fingers and said, "The Prime Minister is afraid that if he accepts so many people rashly, the monarch will not be able to take care of them, so he asked Wan to come here to inform him that the monarch should prepare as soon as possible."
Thirty thousand people are nothing!
I can eat another 100,000 people.
Just thinking about the price of food in Jincheng, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter, the government in Yuexi is organizing reclamation now. They are not afraid of too many people, but afraid of not having anyone. When will these people arrive?"
Damn it, misfortunes never come singly. The heart of the rich man Feng Dadu once again bled: "Family in Shuzhong, let's take note of this account first."
"The first batch is already on its way."
"Okay, I understand."
Today's reclamation is centered on Qiongdu and goes north along the Sun River, with Suqi and Taideng counties as auxiliaries. Just these three counties are enough trouble.
Not to mention the Sunshui River Valley plain area outside these three counties, Feng Yong simply does not have the manpower to develop it.
Thirty thousand people would not even be able to make a splash if they were thrown into it - provided there is sufficient food supply.
After discussing with Jiang Wan, someone arranged to take him down to rest. Feng Yong went to inspect various places without stopping until the sun was about to set, and then he turned back to the city.
Although he was tricked by an aristocratic family and suffered a heavy bleeding, Feng Yong was still very happy about the upcoming population of 30,000.
Although there are 40,000 Han people in Yuexun, most of them are located in Anshang County, which is close to Jianwei County. In nearby places like Qiongdu, if you don't count the soldiers, Dongfeng Express employees and so on, there are not many Han people at all.
The coming of these 30,000 people is simply a timely help.
Enlightenment, enlightenment, education must have a model. Without a model, who knows how to Chineseize?
Now that Jiang Wan's arrival finally solved Feng Yong's biggest problem, he finished his day's work and immediately returned to the small courtyard humming a song.
"I have a little donkey, but I never ride it..."
I washed my hands and feet in the yard, walked into the living room, and was about to find a drink of water, when I saw a person sitting quietly at the top.
This man's face was extremely handsome, yet extremely cold, expressionless, and his body stood as straight as a golden sword. He just sat there quietly and stared at Feng Yong.
It was getting late, and even the dim sunset couldn't shine into the room, and there was no light on. The flickering light, coupled with Guan Ji's appearance and aura, made Feng Yong almost shout "Ghost!"
"Xi...Xi...you have a small leather whip in your hand..." Feng Tubao's heart was frightened, and he even changed the lyrics unconsciously in fear. He stammered and asked, "How is Xijun?"
Sit here?"
Guan Ji, who was like a wooden figure, finally had an expression on her face and smiled, "I'm waiting for Alang!"
"Oh, oh," Feng Yong patted his chest, "Xijun is interested."
Guan Ji stood up slowly and walked towards Feng Yong with a graceful manner. Her momentum became more and more compelling, "Alang, thank you."