A group of people rushed up to Mount **, and the grassland at the foot of the mountain was green, stretching to the foot of several mountains, or spreading around the top of the mountain to the south, with a jade-belt-like river running across the middle of the grassland.
The rugged herdsman armed with a waist knife pointed to the pasture at his feet and said: "From here to the back of the mountain are all the pastures where we graze."
Li Siye turned his head to the west. The grass at the end became lighter, and there was a lot of exposed loess in the distance. He pointed with his hand and asked, "Where is that place?"
"That side seems to be the passing business roads and villages."
"Yes, yes!" said several representatives elected by the common people who cultivated land: "Master, over there is the village where we live, and behind the village are the fields."
Li Siye asked curiously: "Since there is your farmland near the village, why don't you open up wasteland on the edge of the farmland? Why do you come to this pasture?"
The herdsmen gained support, and their momentum suddenly became stronger: "The official is right, you are obviously greedy for the fertility of our pastures, so you came here to invade the pastures!"
These farmers retorted one after another: "Of course you have to choose land with good soil quality to reclaim wasteland. There is nothing wrong with that! Why are you allowed to graze but not us?"
Li Siye was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that those who farmed could be tougher than those who herded animals. In front of him, a senior official of the Tang Army, he would use such strong words.
He pointed to the farmhouse in the distance and said loudly: "There must be a plan for cultivating the land. It cannot be cultivated and occupied randomly. Since your village house is more than ten miles away, the wasteland you cultivate must also surround it."
Villages and roads are not allowed to encroach on grassland at will."
One of the settlers who had just stood up to speak out stood in front of Li Siye with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face. He raised his lips arrogantly and crossed his hands and said: "My lord, it is the decision of Jiedushi Li Zhongcheng to let the people clear wasteland and open fields. You
Now we are not allowed to open up wasteland here, but it makes us confused. Should we listen to you or Li Zhongcheng?"
"Humph," Li Siye couldn't help but laughed angrily at him. This is the real unruly people who use the decrees and notices issued by him as weapons to attack others. If he sits in the Protector's Mansion all day long and doesn't come out to inspect it in person, he will sit there
I didn't even know I was being taken advantage of at home.
Pang Yue stood up from the side and twitched his cheeks and sneered: "Diao Min, do you know who is in front of you..."
Li Siye stretched out his hand to stop Pang Yue from talking. He put his hands behind his back and raised his head and said: "Of course you listen to me. Beiting Jiedushi Li Siye only issued official documents to reward land reclamation, but did not pay attention to protecting the pastures and mountains. When someone returns, he will be ordered to do so immediately."
Re-draft the notice. What does this farmer do for food? Even a notice is so loose! Doesn’t he want to do it anymore? If he can’t do it, he can go back to the countryside of Gaoling to farm!”
Pang Yue opened his mouth in surprise and was able to scold himself. He had never seen such an operation before. It was an eye-opener.
This group of herdsmen and farmers were also very frightened. In their eyes, the military and political envoy in Beiting was already in power. If he opened his mouth casually, they would tell him to go back to the countryside to farm.
Wouldn't the official position be bigger?
He turned around and said to the farmers: "You guys should go home these days and don't open up wasteland for the time being. It won't be too late to wait for the new notice from the Anxi Protectorate to start clearing up wasteland according to the notice."
After the farmers looked at each other in disbelief, they had no choice but to fold their hands and leave, and a group of people ran down the mountain carrying farm tools.
The herdsmen wanted to express their gratitude to Li Siye, but they didn't know what to call him. They couldn't simply call him the official, so they had to bow and cross their hands and mumble.
Li Siye waved his hand to them and said: "I will leave the pasture to you, but you must not graze uncontrollably. You must plan the pasture for spring, summer, autumn and winter."
The herdsmen were surprised. They did not expect that this official from the Central Plains was so knowledgeable about nomadic herdsmen. They crossed their hands and said, "Here, we will definitely abide by your order."
After the herdsmen also left, Li Siye stood on the top of the mountain and looked up. The white clouds on the horizon were wandering westward, and there were lone wild geese fluttering their wings at the end of the yellow sand in the desert. He also decided to continue walking westward and inspect several places within the jurisdiction of Beiting.
Guard the city.
He asked Pang Yue behind him: "Judge Pang, did you bring pen, ink and paper with you when you traveled?"
"Zhongcheng, bring it with you. It's in the cowhide bag on my horse."
Li Siye looked around and said, "Just find a place here. I will write a letter to Cen Shen and ask him to issue a new notice in the name of the Protectorate."
Pang Yue didn't move his body and asked hesitantly: "Zhongcheng, why don't we go back and send a letter back?"
"Of course," Li Siye spoke very briefly, giving people an undoubted feeling. He then said: "There are still several garrison cities to the north of Luntai. Let's inspect them together."
Pang Yue crossed his hands and said "Hey," and immediately went down the mountain to get the stationery bag from the horse. Yan Xiaosi and others found a large stone, turned over the flatter side, and used it as a desk for the time being. They packed everything and
Pang Yue also came up the mountain with his stationery bag, took out the paper in the bag, and found two small stones as paperweights. Pang Yue knelt down and polished ink himself, feeling very happy that Li Siye wrote the letter himself. It was really rare to see him.
The right minister's request to have Li Siye's handwriting come true so soon.
He placed the ink and inkstone that he had polished by himself on the corner of the desk, dipped a small seal pen in the ink, and then handed it to Li Siye.
Li Siye raised his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Pang Yue, stretched out his pen and said, "I forgot that you are also a scholar, so why don't you ghostwrite this letter?"
There is no problem with Pang Yue ghostwriting. Although he is not good at writing, his calligraphy skills are pretty good. He almost blurted out "Nai". Fortunately, his external brain kept him awake. Now is the best chance to get Li Siye's handwriting.
We have to find a way to escape from the past.
An idea occurred to him, and he quickly stretched out his left hand to pinch his right wrist, and said with pretense of guilt and regret: "I originally wanted to write a letter for Zhongcheng, but I injured my wrist while riding a horse the day before yesterday. I really can't write it. Please forgive me."
Li Siye smiled happily: "It doesn't matter. After returning home, I will rest for two days and go to the military medical officer to get some gold sore medicine to treat my wrist."
Except for Pang Yue, there were all vulgar military men around him who didn't know how to write letters. He had to pick up a pen and start writing. The letter was completely written in vernacular, and the content was probably that someone was taking advantage of the imperial court's notice.
, encroaching on pastures and forests, you immediately draft a new notice, requiring people who cultivate land not to go beyond the boundaries of abandoned fields, and require farmers to register with the Governor's Office before opening up wasteland. Those who open up wasteland privately without registration will not only not be given subsidies, but also
In the second year, the rent will be forced to be collected.
He sketched out such a short one or two hundred words several times. Pang Yue peeked over to take a look, and couldn't help frowning. Li Zhongcheng's handwriting was really bad and ugly. The cursive didn't look like cursive, and the regular script didn't look like regular script.
The font is lopsided and there are a few typos in the middle, which is simply unsightly.
Pang Yue's writing skills are considered to be at the bottom. I didn't expect that there is anyone worse than him. Even the content he writes is in the vernacular. It seems that this Li Zhongcheng really does nothing but fight and kill people.
meeting.
Li Siye put down his pen and ink, lifted up the paper he had written on, blew the cool breeze from his mouth to dry the ink, folded it again and handed it to Yan Xiaosi, saying: "Xiaosi, go back and put this letter right away.
Bring it to Cen Shen and order him to immediately draft a new notice and post it everywhere in Beiting."
Just as Yan Xiaosi was about to reach out and take it, Pang Yue suddenly interrupted and crossed his hands and begged: "Zhongcheng, I forgot something important at home, so I am willing to make a trip for Captain Yan and bring this letter to Cen
secretary."
Li Siye pretended not to know his intentions and asked hesitantly: "As a Jiedu judge, how can I do this job of running errands and delivering orders? It's not in line with etiquette."
"Zhongcheng, don't blame me. Pang Yue just wants to experience the hardships of those who ordered the soldiers. Please forgive me, Zhongcheng."
"This, okay."
Pang Yue finally took the letter and rode down the mountain. Li Siye looked at the black spots that his body had turned into in the distance, and snorted from his nostrils.