The autumn harvest is over.

But Zhang Wenhan, the county magistrate of Pingling County, had a headache.

This damn palace is long, the northern border army has entered Pingling Mountain to suppress bandits, and as soon as this army moves, it needs a lot of grain and grass.

I heard that the household department allocated a lot of grain and grass to Xincheng, but Pingling County, which belongs to Yongning Prefecture, was still allocated a lot of grain and grass.

Last winter, Yongning Prefecture snowed heavily, and people were Ruixue Zhaofeng year, and this Yongning Prefecture was a disaster due to heavy snowfall.

Many houses collapsed, many people were displaced, and Pingling County naturally launched a rescue, but the grain depot was so empty that even the rats did not patronize, what can this rescue save?

The palace chief took advantage of that time to recruit many displaced people.

They abandoned this shattered homeland and went to the mountains to become bandits for a bite to eat.

As a result, the number of spring ploughers has plummeted this year, and there has been a lot of wasteland in Pingling County - these fields are already barren and have very low yields, and they can only feed themselves without taxes.

The common people have a hard time haha, and those who have a little way have left, and even the former county magistrate of Pingling County has run away from the stall - this official can't be an official, don't say that if you touch a little oil and water, even your own bone marrow will be boiled dry in this broken place!

Zhang Wenhan came here in high spirits, and then wanted to do a career in high spirits, but it has only been nine months, but he has already been haggard.

used to be the head of the literati in Linjiang, and the handsome son of the big family, but now he is tortured to the point of being unhuman.

He had lost a lot of weight, and his face, which had been ruddy and white, was now dark and lackluster.

The hands that were holding the pen and writing poems were now rough, like an old peasant—when the fields were abandoned, he took the lead in leading all the officials in the yamen to plant many fields!

So, he deeply understood that this field is really not good to plant, and when it came to the golden autumn harvest season, he found that the harvest was completely disproportionate to the effort - one acre of rice produced by only a hundred catties!

Less than half of Linjiang!

But the hard work is higher than that of the farmers in Linjiang!

All he clearly realized that this place relied on farming to turn over, and that was a joke.

The imperial court has included Pingling County in the economic pilot area, but if the palace chief does not die, not to mention the businessman who attracted investment, even his own Lao Tzu, is unwilling to come to this place.

In the words that his son said to him in his letter: Son, now it is you who suffer, if the father really sets up a textile workshop in your place, I am afraid that it will be bitter!

Who would dare to come?

The real money is smashed down, and then waiting for the palace body to come to fight the autumn wind from time to time?

Therefore, the economic strategy proposed by Fu Xiaoguan is not wrong, but the palace body is not extinguished, and those strategies cannot be implemented in Pingling, or even in this huge Yongning Prefecture.

"Lord County, there are still three days before the final payment of grain and grass, this is an order from the imperial court, if you can't pay ......"

A teacher beside Zhang Wenhan whispered, he looked at Zhang Wenhan's gloomy face as if it was about to rain, and still said this:

"My lord is dedicated to Pingling, and I see it in my eyes, but this place has been in this state for thousands of years, and now it is even worse. The villain thinks that Yan Linqiu, the county commander of Quyi County, and the adults used to have an old life in Shangjing, but Yan Linqiu Yan is Yan Zai's grandson, and he still seems to have some grain in Quyi County, which is as good as ......"

Zhang Wenhan nodded, "Prepare the car, I'll go to Quyi for a trip, I have to deal with this matter first, I hope General Peng can capture the palace body alive!" ”

The teacher went down to arrange the carriages and horses, and Zhang Wenhan sat in this empty hall, thinking to himself that General Peng was now in a quagmire, and the situation was extremely bad, if this bandit was suppressed into a protracted war...... How can Pingling County afford this long-term supply of grain and grass?

Even if the proportion of grain and grass collected from Pingling County is very small, Pingling itself has long been difficult to protect, and he still wants to beg the imperial court to give him a little, where is there any surplus to support the war.

If Fu Xiaoguan's guy sat in this position, what would he do?

Zhang Wenhan thought of Fu Xiaoguan, this guy really has the talent to help the world, and the strategy of combining business and agriculture implemented by the Yu Dynasty is correct, but it is a pity that this kid died in the Wu Dynasty, and he is really jealous of the talent.

In the past, in Shangjing, I still had a lot of grievances with him, but now it seems that they are all young and frivolous jokes.

Poetic articles, non-existent.

Even the Holy Studies, Zhang Wenhan has not touched it anymore.

There is no effort, and there is no leisure.

The common people under this rule can't even eat, and they still want poetry and articles? That's not possible.

It's late September, and at the end of October, heavy snow is coming.

This winter......

Zhang Wenhan walked out of the dilapidated yamen and looked up at the blue sky, "God, don't snow hard this winter, give the people a way out!" ”

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Zhang Wenhan went to Quyi County to borrow grain, and the caravan accompanied by Fu Xiaoguan also happened to arrive in Pinglingyi.

It's just that they didn't go into the city, and they were resting in a remote village at the moment.

Fu Xiaoguan still wears a hat and a mask, and almost all of the 4,000 special forces soldiers know him.

He stood on the edge of the field and looked at the village, frowning slightly.

It was noon, but there was no smoke on the roofs of the ruined houses in the village, not even the barking of dogs.

He and Bai Yulian left the caravan and went to the village, only to find that many of the houses in the village had been deserted.

They met an uncle who was lying on a broken chair basking in the sun, so Fu Xiaoguan walked over and startled the uncle.

"Uncle, what about the people in this village?"

The uncle looked at Fu Xiaoguan and the others, these two were obviously from other places, and they were dressed so decently, they must be rich people.

"People? Last year, I ran more than half of the snow disaster, entered the mountains, became a bandit, and lived a good life, so I walked more than half of it, this Zhaojiatun originally had more than 860 people, and now there are more than 20 people left, and they are all old people......"

"What do you two sons do?"

Fu Xiaoguan said with a smile: "We are businessmen, and we happened to pass by here. ”

"Oh, business?" The uncle shook his head and sneered, "Your business is very special, you dare to come here, if someone tells the mountain, none of you will survive!" ”

"Isn't the imperial court cracking down on bandits?"

The uncle laughed, "Bandits? the fart! Even if General Gong is really suppressed, won't there still be General Zhao and General Li to rise up? ”

"I can't live this day, and I can't stop this bandit. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to leave this place when I was old, I would also want to be a bandit! ”

"Uncle, it's illegal to be a bandit!" Bai Yulian said this.

The uncle laughed, "Illegal? What law is violated? Is life or law important? ”