The new wind blew by, and the towering spruce trees shook off the snow on their bodies.
A snow leopard paused for a moment, looking past the strange rocks and pines, staring quietly at the world below the mountain.
In the valley near the plain, the wind stirs the clouds and mist, and young shepherds wearing furs gather their livestock together.
The mountain walls on both sides of the valley protect them from the severe cold.
The cattle and sheep chewed the dry grass and occasionally lowered their heads to drink water.
The ice has cracked, the snow is slowly melting, and water droplets fall from the cliffs, making a sweet sound.
In the tent in the valley, the old shepherd sat in front of the fire, telling his grandchildren about the past that was about to disappear in the cold wind.
"The Tuoba family produced many heroes who fought for the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and killed the Tibetan people into rivers of blood..." The old man's memory was a little blurry, and the story was told confusingly, but his grandchildren still loved to hear it.
"Later, the Tuoba family ran out of luck and had no more heroes. But they still had a beautiful and kind-hearted princess. The new soldier married the princess. He set rules not to blaspheme the gods and not to take the neighbors' cattle and sheep. He
Go up the mountain to eat and sleep with the warriors, and tell them that if they want to live a good life, follow him..."
The curtain was opened, and the cold wind rushed in.
"There is only enough pasture for a month." The young shepherd hesitated, but finally said.
The old man stared at the gray valley outside the tent, speechless for a long time.
It will take another two months for fat and tender grass to grow in the valley. Only then can the cattle and sheep be driven to the pasture, allowing them to eat and drink to their heart's content and enjoy the joy of reproduction.
"More than a dozen families have left in the valley." The young shepherd continued: "If you plant beans and wheat on the flat land, you can harvest a lot in a year. You can harvest Dawan alfalfa three times a year, and you can also plant some turnips and pasture in winter.
You can help when there is not enough."
The old man continued to be silent.
How can you easily make changes after living a life you have been used to?
But the younger generation of shepherds has become more and more accustomed to going down the mountain to do half-cultivation and half-grazing. Not only can they raise more livestock, but they can also harvest a lot of wheat. The milk produced by cows, the meat and skins obtained from killing sheep are sold nearby.
The families of soldiers, they spend money lavishly.
The money exchanged can be used to strengthen the house, purchase household items, and buy new clothes for the grandchildren. There are so many benefits...
"If you want to go down the mountain, just go down the mountain." The old man sighed.
He stood up slowly, walked out of the tent, and looked at the trees all over the mountains and plains.
Big trees have been growing in the valley, their roots digging deep into the soil nourished by livestock dung.
The old man has grown up in the valley since he was a child and has seen flowers bloom and fall dozens of times, just like these silent pines and cypresses.
When you are old, you should live in the valley for the rest of your life. After your death, dedicate your soul to King Mi Yao and your body to the earth, so that the flowers, plants and trees here can become more luxuriant.
The grandchildren also came out of the tent. They gathered around the young shepherd and chattered about what fun places there were at the bottom of the mountain.
Not far away, a woman was milking cows by a cow pen. She looked at her children with a smile, and occasionally turned her head to look at the plain beyond the mountain.
The place was bustling with people, and there was a huge crowd. They yearned for the prosperity of the world, not the secluded fairyland.
The general trend is so majestic that no one can stop it.
Outside Lingzhou Zhongli City (formerly Lingzhou Old City) at the foot of the mountain, the carnival of the Spring Society Festival has just ended.
Zhang San was passing by a village carrying a basket.
The ground was full of potholes and there was a lot of ice, so Zhang San had a hard time walking all the way.
Perhaps he was tired, so he placed his courage outside a fence and took a rest to take a breath.
"Zhang Sanlang, where are you going, Jia Shu?" A farmer inside the fence who was cutting grass suddenly asked.
"The commander-in-chief has recruited a lot of party soldiers, and he needs some raw heads. A certain family happened to make some, and they wanted them, so he picked them up. There was also some grape wine brewed at home, which was sold together." Zhang San said with a smile. : "Don't call me Jia Shu."
"Your family doesn't farm anymore, why don't you ask Jia Shu to do it? Then I'll call you Gong Shi." The farmer straightened up, thumped his waist, and sighed comfortably.
Zhang San smiled and shook his head.
Of course his family had land, but it was all rented out to party members who moved in.
"It's really a good business to make plain headbands, shoes, socks, and quilt bags now." The farmer walked out of the fence, looked at the snow-capped peaks in the west, and said: "In the past few years, I was reluctant to buy new clothes. If they were worn out, they would be mended. It was repaired. Last year I sold a cow and bought two sets of clothes in one go."
"Has the price of cattle fallen sharply?" Zhang San opened the cowhide water bag, took a sip of water, and asked.
"It hasn't fallen, it's still more than 2,800 yuan." The farmer said, "But it will fall sooner or later."
Anyone with a little knowledge can see this.
After the three-lot system has been implemented for so many years, cattle have not yet appeared in large numbers on the market, but a long-term decline in cattle prices is inevitable.
"If it falls, let it fall. The commander-in-chief doesn't ask you to tax your cattle. He only collects taxes from grains and beans. If the cattle are no longer good, just raise horses. The price of horses is still rising." Zhang San said.
The village where the two of them were located was very close to Zhongli City.
In recent years, I don’t know why, but people like businessmen, Qiaoer, Gongren, Zhouzi, Bozhu, Qidian, florist, Laopu, butcher, cook, dancer, Baixi and the like can often do it. I see, and my life seems to be going well.
But ten years ago, it was really rare. How could ordinary people encounter it often?
It can only be said that more and more people can survive without farming.
"We have wars every year and so many horses die, why shouldn't the price increase?" the farmer said with a smile.
The two of them couldn't talk without money. They wished they had to put a price on every onion or piece of ginger in their house.
this is normal.
Suburban rural areas close to cities are often the first areas to enter agricultural commercialization, and this is also the only way to transition from a self-sufficient small farmer economy to a commodity economy.
In the Middle Ages, the most beautiful idea of mankind was probably exchange. Without exchange, there would be no business, and without business, there would be no change and progress in social form.
The most important medium for business is currency, which is the core of everything.
For some unknown reason, there are a little more copper coins among the people now. All kinds of bronze wares have also sprung up, which is dazzling. If it weren’t for the fact that the commander-in-chief didn’t like Buddhist affairs and the government strictly inspected them, it is estimated that the Buddha statues in the temple
There will also be more.
But no matter what, this is a good thing for farmers.
A bucket of rice can be exchanged for more copper coins. Although the prices of other things are slowly increasing, overall there is still a profit.
And not only the farmers, but also the people in the city are in high spirits. Tea merchants, salt merchants, book philanthropists, wine merchants, shopkeepers, bakers, etc. are earning more and more copper coins every day.
The number of people in Shiya has doubled.
It seems like everything is going up! Wages are going up, food prices are going up, vegetable prices are going up, cake prices are going up, cloth prices are going up...
This world has become less familiar to everyone. Perhaps you have to travel dozens of miles to the countryside full of pastures and farmland before you can see everything you were familiar with in the past.
The increase in farming income attracted many herding party members to settle down.
People seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and yearn for a better life. Some shepherds may find it difficult to change and want to stick to the traditional way of life, but more people are attracted by the benefits, abandon their past life, and start half-herding and half-farming.
The government took the opportunity to register them as households and enrich the Dingkou of prefectures and counties. The tribes gradually died out and the number of villages gradually increased.
There are also some children of tribal nobles who come to the county to study.
The eunuchs were full of words, saying that Liu Chongwang's ancestors were Huns and became Hanlin scholars; Yuan Zhen's ancestors were Xianbei and had been prime ministers; Wang Rong's ancestors were Uighurs and had become Jiedushi; Li Guangbi was a Khitan and was a Ping Dynasty official.
He ranked first in war, even higher than Guo Ziyi, became a county king, and so on.
These words made the young people entering school excited. They studied seriously and planned to take the exam well.
And when their generation becomes the backbone, Lingzhou Party items may also become history.
The butcher's knife cannot achieve this effect. On the contrary, it will only lead to more and more violent resistance.
But the economic baton and the jump channel of social class can achieve all this quietly and more firmly. Li Yuanhao or Zhang Yuanhao will not appear one day and tell everyone directly that the Han people bullied us in the past, but now everyone
They all cut their hair, it’s against him!
But now: I did it voluntarily, it’s none of your business!
Li Yuanhao and the others no longer have a place to live...
Zhang San had rested enough, so he set off with a basket and headed for Zhongli City.
The farmer picked some large turnips from the field and headed to the city with them.
