Chapter 806: Fenshui

Chapter 806: Fenshui

Chapter 806: Fenshui (Part )

By August, some farmlands have already started the autumn harvest.

From this time on, the autumn harvest will last until mid-September, when it will be completed.

By the end of August, the autumn harvest in Pingyang area had basically been completed, the grain had been dried and stored in warehouses.

People in Ningshu Palace began to pack up various items in preparation for the trip.

Chunkui followed behind Fu Bao and Hui Wan, smiling and playing around.

He accidentally bumped into a palace maid and broke the celadon vase.

Shao Xun watched quietly from a distance.

Yu Wenjun's voice was faintly heard in the wind: "Okay, you can go down."

Pei Lingyan walked towards this side, holding her daughter who was not even two years old (born in the twelfth month of the fourth year of Shengui).

After the palace maid left, Yang Xianrong could not help but say to Yu Wenjun: "She made a mistake but was not punished. How can this be justified in the world? If you feel bad about it, you can find a reason to reward her in the future. If the rules and regulations are not followed, won't the harem be in chaos?"

Yu Wenjun was holding a ruler and was about to beat the three children. She was stunned when she heard the words and did not refute Yang Xianrong's words. She felt like a punching bag.

Shao Xun smiled helplessly, looked at Pei Lingyan who was walking over, and said, "Flower slave, why don't you help take care of it?"

Pei Lingyan was wearing a dark red long dress today. It was well-cut and had intricate patterns. There were no unnecessary accessories. It looked very simple, yet solemn.

Hearing this, those bright and charming eyes looked straight at Shao Xun, as if trying to see into his heart.

Finally, he seemed to understand, and with a hint of blame in his eyes, he said, "You have lived a bad life for too long."

"What's wrong with Changqiu today?" Shao Xun asked awkwardly, changing the subject.

"You ask even though you already know the answer." Pei Lingyan put her daughter into Shao Xun's arms, and then helped him straighten his robe.

Shao Xun held his daughter in one hand and held Pei Lingyan's hand with the other.

Pei Lingyan twitched slightly, but didn't twitch. She rolled her eyes at him again and said, "You are such an impudent person, I don't know why I am so tolerant of you."

Shao Xun loosened his right hand, hugged Pei Lingyan into his arms, and said softly: "Isn't this good? We have known each other for 20 years, and now we have four children. I missed you when you were away at the war."

"You think too much about others. In the past, you were worried that I would be angry, and you told me about your new wife out of guilt, but now you don't even mention it." Pei Lingyan continued to tidy up Shao Xun's robes and said, "Yang Xianrong is such a proud person. When she gets angry, she won't give in to you like I do."

Shao Xun seemed not to hear and started teasing his daughter.

The daughter stretched out her little hands and scratched Shao Xun's face.

She was very curious and seemed to be wondering why this man named father looked like this.

She gently pinched his beard with her tender white fingers, then touched her father's nose and mouth, and laughed when she felt happy.

The expression on Shao Xun's face changed, making his daughter's smile even brighter.

Pei Lingyan gently put down her hand, took two steps back, and looked at the father and daughter with a smile.

The sunlight shone through the shade of the trees onto the dark red dress. The woman stood there, her slender and graceful figure upright and incomparably tall. The golden hairpins in her hair sparkled, echoing the maternal love emanating from her.

After playing for a while, his daughter felt a little sleepy, so Shao Xun handed her to Pei Lingyan, then sat under a tree and drank tea slowly.

After a while, Yu Wenjun and Yang Xianrong arrived together.

Yu Wenjun was six months pregnant, her belly was bulging, and she looked at Shao Xun with some reluctance.

Shao Xun chuckled and stroked her face.

If Pei Lingyan is like his sister and mother, Yu Wenjun is like his daughter, and Yang Xianrong is like a serious girlfriend. Well, she is staring at Shao Xun now.

Yang Xianrong is eight months pregnant and has difficulty walking.

"You have to go." Shao Xun looked at Yu Wenjun and said, "It's the simplest thing. If you don't go and take a look, why would people believe you? Where does your prestige come from?"

Of course, it is possible to be a monarch with low prestige. After all, there is a way to live with low prestige. The consequence is that you can hardly accomplish anything and are at the mercy of others.

The social form and political system at that time were different from those in later generations.

By the time the Chinese system developed to the Tang Dynasty, it was actually less likely to usurp the throne, although the Tang Dynasty still had Wu Zetian.

But by the Northern Song Dynasty, it became really difficult, let alone later on.

There are many reasons. The system is one aspect, and the change in social structure is another. Since the Tang Dynasty, there have been no aristocratic families, only bureaucratic families, and the entire society has become more atomized.

In this day and age, low prestige is really fatal, especially for someone like Shao Xun.

All his efforts and hard work were often to make up for the shortcomings of his background. However, this shortcoming, which he would need to make up for his whole life, was something that many children of noble families were born with.

Someone was born in Rome.

Some people were born as mules and horses, and then took advantage of the chaos in the world to step into Rome.

He has a lot of things to do, and without high prestige, he cannot move forward.

"There's nothing much going on in Pingyang." Shao Xun added, "Take good care of the children, and urge the officials, both big and small, to transport the grain to Jinyang."

"After the autumn harvest, Mi Huang and Chen Yougen will dispatch soldiers to train in Shanglin Garden."

"Hundreds of Xianbei from the Duan tribe have joined the army, and the thousand strong men recruited by Su Zhongyi will soon arrive. They will join the Yicong army together. We need to distribute weapons and give their families land and houses."

"The Xiongnu may send troops to plunder from Pujin Pass, so there is no need to worry. The Southern Army General Jin is in Hedong, and Xiahou Cheng (former Pingyang governor) is also capable, so there will be no problems along the way."

"A group of disaster victims from Hebei will be relocated to various counties in Hanoi for resettlement..."

"These matters will be handled by the prime minister, the chief general, the chief guard general, the general's office, and the governor's office. You don't need to worry about them. Just take a look at them. If you have any questions, you can ask Huifeng, or you can consult Changqiu." Shao Xun looked at Yang Xianrong and said.

Yang Xianrong looked at Shao Xun with a mocking look.

Shao Xun smiled in response.

Yang Xianrong turned her head, gently stroked her belly, and then gave Shao Xun another fierce look.

As if to say, you want to do evil on me, enjoy pleasure, and ask me to help other women, how can you think so beautifully? "Husband, I will be attentive." Yu Wenjun's face was full of worry at first, and then her face was firm.

"There may be some people in the middle school who talk nonsense..." When he said this, Shao Xun hesitated. He carefully considered his words and then said, "Don't listen to them. Follow the strategy I set."

Yu Wenjun nodded, then asked cautiously, "Do you want to reprimand them?"

Shao Xun was amused by her expression.

Yang Xianrong also looked at Yu Wenjun with strange eyes, and for a moment she didn't know whether to laugh at her or feel sorry for her.

"Some of those who talk nonsense may be your close relatives." Shao Xun dropped a bombshell.

Yu Wenjun stood there in a daze, her face turning pale.

Shao Xun looked at her quietly.

After a moment, Yu Wenjun said pitifully, "Husband, I just want to help you."

Yang Xianrong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed a little dazed.

"Okay, be obedient." Shao Xun gently squeezed Yu Wenjun's hand.

When choosing between relatives, husband and son, how many women can blindly rely on their husbands?

Yang Xianrong was a little unconvinced. When she went crazy, she would even abandon her son. Why would Yu Wenjun be so stupid?
The sun gradually set, casting a shadow in the courtyard.

Shao Xun looked at the sunset and suddenly felt sentimental.

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"Brother is in the city and I am outside!" Outside the Longxiang Mansion at Sanjiao in the north of Jinyang City, Wang Wu, the sergeant of the mansion soldiers, shook the capstan hard and shouted loudly.

"The bow has no string, and the arrow has no hook!" The other soldiers responded loudly.

"How can we survive when the food is gone?" Wang Wu shouted with more effort.

"Save me! Save me!" The others shouted in unison and tried their best to turn the winch.

As they worked hard, a fishing net woven with hemp rope gradually emerged from the creek.

The fishing net is large and square in shape, with the four corners tied to four wooden stakes on both sides.

There is a winch on the pile, which drives the fishing net to float from the river bottom.

With a "splash" sound, the entire fishing net floated to the surface.

Huge fish were jumping around in the net, while shrimps, crabs, turtles and tortoises were crawling around, as if they hadn't figured out what was happening. How did they suddenly jump out of the water and into the air?
The people watching on the river bank cheered loudly.

The children ran about, overjoyed.

Some people even pulled at the corner of their mother's clothes and said they wanted to eat fish tonight.

A group of Hu people riding on horses stared at the fishing scene in amazement, they were all dumbfounded.

Is it possible to catch fish this way? Isn't it just possible to shoot fish with a bow and arrow?
In the farmland a little further away from the river, the soldiers of the government army could faintly hear the cheers and couldn't help but grin.

If the soldiers of the government could not finish eating all the fish they caught, they would share some with their subordinates. After all, it was the busy farming season, and how could they have the strength if they did not eat more?
About half of them came from Hebei and were refugees affected by the disaster. They were gathered together and sent to Jinyang to serve as troops for the 2,400 soldiers of the Sanjiao and Shiling Longxiang prefectures.

The other half came from Bianliang, with a complex composition, including Taoist priests, Hu captives, criminals' families, and refugees. Some of those who performed well and had families were fortunate enough to be sent to Taiyuan to serve as soldiers.

Strictly speaking, this was a good thing, because the palace was built in Bianliang, which was very hard. In the past two or three years, the palace was not built, and the land was cultivated in Chenliu. The grain was only enough to make a living, and most of the rest was looted by the Shaofu.

The Fubing troops were not slaves, they just had a personal relationship with the Fubing. Moreover, King Liang treated the Fubing well, and in recent years he gradually increased the land given to them from 150 mu to 170 or 80 mu, and some Fubing families even had land that reached the upper limit of 200 mu.

There is plenty of land, but what is lacking is people.

Including the family of the government soldier, there are four families in total. They cultivate 200 acres of land. They don't have to worry too much about taking care of it. They just plant a lot and harvest a little. Their life is much better than before.

To be honest, if a family has dozens of acres of land, it is impossible for you to cultivate it intensively, and it is impossible for you to do good farm management. You will be too busy to handle it, and you don't need any sophisticated farm tools. Just do your best. Anyway, the number of fields is there, and the income from planting widely and yielding little is still much better than cultivating a dozen or twenty acres of land intensively.

If you really can't plant the crops, just leave half of the land fallow.

Sanjiao and Shiling Longxiang Prefecture were established in the autumn and winter of last year. After being properly settled, spring ploughing began in February this year. Starting in August, the fields were full of golden corn, which was a very pleasing sight.

Some of the soldiers who had finished harvesting ahead of time pooled their money to make a fishing net, which they had left in the river for a long time. Today, when they pulled the net out, they reaped a rich harvest, and everyone was delighted.

When Taiyuan prefect Shao Guang saw this from afar, his eyes actually turned slightly red.

It's not easy, it's really not easy.

The year before last, there was a heavy rain in Jinyang, and the roads were muddy and difficult to travel on, which affected the expedition against the Huns.

The devastating floods the year before last caused incalculable losses, and many forts that had managed to hold out during the Xiongnu era could no longer hold out.

Last year, during the great war with the Xianbei, the area outside Jinyang city became a pasture for the Hu people. While the losses were heavy, it also indirectly reflected the extent to which Taiyuan County had become desolate.

After repelling the Xianbei, Taiyuan was devastated and even several counties were merged because there was no one left.

At the beginning of winter, King Liang ignored the opposition of many people and raised some food, farm tools and seeds from Henan. He firmly set up two Longxiang Prefectures, adding 9,600 households and more than 30,000 people to Taiyuan.

If the establishment of the government soldiers had been delayed due to pressure from the Henan gentry at that time, the situation we see today would not have occurred.

This is only the first year, so the harvest is not that good. Next year, with better preparations, the harvest will be even better.

The fertile Fenshui Valley should not be just a pasture for the Hu people.

"Follow the old rules. Each household must pay five hu of grain, and all of it must be sent to the Yangchang Warehouse." Shao Guang instructed the officials who accompanied him, "This way, this year's New Year will not be too shabby."

Everyone smiled happily after hearing this.

Jinyang County Magistrate Sun Jue stood in the crowd and felt as if he was in another world.

"The King of Liang is here!" A rider came running from the south and shouted loudly.

Sun Jue perked up, tightened the household registration book in his hand, and went over the household registration and land area figures in his mind for the last time in case of any questions.

(End of this chapter)