He Bao is driving an ox cart in front of the road, this old cow is old, I thought that I could enjoy my old age this year, but I didn't think that He Bao was using it to death, not to say dozens of miles every day, I had to pull something at every turn, and the old cowhide on my ass was pumped to the point that I was almost unconscious.

The speed of this ox cart is simply maddening, Zuo Qiu Hong has a violent temperament, and his style of doing things is to be stormy, and swallowing water slowly is even more uncomfortable than torturing him. This old immortal is really hateful, driving that ox cart is slower than a snail, the wheels of the cart are about to fall apart, and the old cow is not willing to whip two whips on the buttocks, and the situation of the cow that was fed with nails before is much worse than before. It pressed the speed in front of it, and the whole team could only cling to the back. The tall horse in the north, one step at the top of the old cow three steps, such an ink, it really makes people scratch their hearts.

Zuo Qiuhong didn't dare to attack, the nobles in the carriage didn't have any opinions at all, what did he make noise about?

Look at Cao Qiansong again, this direct commander of his own line, may worship the soldiers and horses of Quanzhou Mansion in the future, and be in charge of the soldiers and horses of a state. Cao Bin, the founding general of the People's Republic of China, is a distant relative, counting up a few generations, it is still a family in a compound, passed down from generation to generation, it is already a side branch of the side branches, fortunately to carry love, follow the life and death of the master, the two families can be said to have played big since childhood, but the status gap is getting bigger and bigger.

The use of troops in the northwest of the court was originally a time of meritorious service, but this general later said that the former Taizu had been kind to the Cao family for many generations, and he had to repay it, and as a personal attendant, he went all the way south without regrets. After the door, you don't say anything, and you can make jokes by saying it yourself?

Babbling, He Baozheng is walking in front of him so majestic! The people of the three villages had seen Sun Houpu's battle before, and they didn't know what the convoy had to do with He Lu. Today, it is clear that the one who leads the way at the front is not He Lu's old Baozheng, who was besieged by the people of Xianshui a few days ago, and a good man refused to bow his head, and finally was broken bones, but it is said that He Lu's San Lang quickly helped him avenge him, and even took Chihe and Liangan to fight together.

Today, who is the noble man driving to He Lu, this tall horse, this gorgeous car, I have never seen so many fairy-like characters in my life, all dressed so gorgeously, and wearing weapons at their waists, who dares to be so public.

The most flamboyant is He Baozheng, who is dressed coldly, but this group of uncles have to politely go up to greet him and ask about the journey, this road is getting more and more deviated, Cao Qiansong Zuoqiu Hong Even though he has experienced a hundred battles, he is a stranger in life, and the master's daughter cannot tolerate a little mistake.

The middle-aged man in the car also felt that the distance had gone far, and from time to time he raised the curtain of the car to look out, this place was much poorer than the other bank of the stream, and the people were unkempt one by one, looking at their convoy with blank eyes.

Since Taizu settled in the Central Plains, except for the borderlands, there is a peaceful scene, so that the people can restore their fields and property after three or five years of peaceful time, and wealth is not counted, and food and clothing are still not a problem. Looking at this place, the people are still in the midst of fire and water, where Fujian is rich, the people are not as good as the Central Plains wheat planting prefecture.

This kind of harsh environment can produce such a great talent as Liang Chuan, and he can't help but think of the Dazai Lu Mengzheng of the previous dynasty, the court should all be such talents, why worry about the great Song Dynasty is not prosperous, and the foreign captives are not royal.

Outside the window is a dry land, the crops are weakly hanging in the ground, since the beginning of spring this year, the whole country has been in drought, the Great Song Dynasty from the south of Huanghuai to Lingnan, the mourning is everywhere, all kinds of crops have been harvested and reduced, the people's lives are miserable, and many local profiteers have taken the opportunity to stock up grain, and the situation is grim.

Flying snowflakes to Bianjing, they either asked the court for disaster relief or asked the court to reduce taxes this year. There are no paddy fields here, the people cultivate dry farming, although the water consumption is small, but it is not completely without water, under the red sun, the peasants who take water from the stream in the field to irrigate, the skin on the neck and arms has been sunburned red and out of the skin, but the seedlings still can't be supported, and they still have the strength to hang in the fields.

The difficulties of people's livelihood will never be able to understand if they do not go to the fields.

"Not far in front is the boundary of the little old man, the old man has been licking the position of Baozheng for more than 20 years, we He Lu has also been a beautiful place since ancient times, there has been no big person, but there has never been any big mess, what should be eaten." He Baozheng introduced his small village to himself, and the people behind him were about to arrive when they heard it, and their hearts were relieved, as for He Baozheng's boasted of his own village, it was not a broken village, what was different, in their eyes, it was like an ant, and there was nothing to pay attention to.

The middle-aged man sat in the car, although the car was padded with a thick soft futon, but the weather was hot after all, in addition to the small window ventilation in the car, it was also extremely stuffy, so people didn't want to stay longer for a moment, and the boredom made him keep poking out, huh? Where is this place, how the people have a new look, the spirit radiates from the inside out, and everyone's face is full of vitality and joy.

This middle-aged man has a pair of observant eyes, and he looks far away, and there is still a large area of dry land, but at this time there is not a single farmer in the field, unlike other places, where the peasants desperately carry water is not enough to irrigate the land. What's even more strange is that the crops in the unwatered fields are growing very well, and the moist grass leaves are shiny, and you can see at a glance that these crops are well cared for, and there will be no shortage of fat and water.

What is this planted in the ground? Growing straight towards the sky, a bit like bamboo with a very dark color, and will not spread its branches and leaves, do the people here know about this year's drought, and specially planted this drought-resistant crop? This thing is even the field of Qianmo, and this area is full of this kind of crop as far as the eye can see. But it doesn't look like it, between the ridges of this crop, there is water everywhere, and the water flow is clear, obviously just irrigated.

"Qiansong, can you help me ask Baozheng here, what kind of crops are planted in this field?"

"Yes, sir." Cao Qiansong patted his horse to catch up with He Baozheng and asked carefully.

The people along the way now know, especially the villagers of this landscape, but all the caravan merchants and wealthy officials who pass by must be going to He Lu, and if they don't look for others, they will find He Lu Saburo. Look, now even this person who He Jialuo didn't dare to fight back when he was murdered by his wife before, now he has to talk to these uncles.

"This is the sugarcane that Saburo planted with the eldest lady of the Zheng family, a large local family." He Baozheng said with a smile, now this San Lang is He Lu's signboard, he has to be mentioned in everything, this light has to be touched, besides, this is the truth, this can't deceive.

Cao Qiansong said truthfully with middle-aged people. The middle-aged man said curiously: "It turns out that I only eat green cane in Bianjing, and I didn't think this cane is black. "It's just that this good land, if you don't grow crops and grain, isn't it a waste of good land to plant this sugarcane?

Planting so much sugarcane is not all about eating, but these hundreds of acres of land can also harvest a lot of wheat a year. The middle-aged people's opinion of Liang Chuan suddenly had a hint of unhappiness, they hate the rich people for wasting land at will, the poor have no place to stand, and the rich have land but grow sugarcane?

The cane sugar in the field does not worry about the water source, and from a distance, there is a dark shadow rotating leisurely by the river, is this a waterwheel? Water wheels and other agricultural tools stop at Yanghuai Lake and Hangzhou, and there are two lakes that are more common, because these places have a dense water network and are convenient for getting water. It is extremely difficult to manufacture, and many craftsmen make it extremely simple, and it is difficult to really use it in agriculture. This waterwheel takes water from the river and dumps it into the tank with great efficiency. Could it be that this waterwheel is also made by this Liangchuan?

There is a Wolong in Nanyang Jielu, and there are phoenix chicks in Fengshan?

When the convoy arrived at Helu, the middle-aged man couldn't stay in the car, the temperature was too high, and the steaming made people uncomfortable, so he got down and walked. He saw a scene of a paradise, the houses were almost the same, whether it was the peasants in the fields or the women and children in the countryside, it was completely different from the previous appearance, everyone's faces were as bright as spring, but the number seemed to be a little less. Where did it all go?

He Baozheng asked everyone to wait first, pulled the ox cart back home, and then trotted back back. "The women in our village are now making bamboo weaving in the ancestral hall, and the bamboo weaving in the shop at the intersection of Fengshan Road is made by the women in the village, and dozens of women are now following San Lang to make a living, and they are done, San Lang is responsible for selling, and he will pay everyone when he comes back, not to mention, the craftsmanship is all learned from San Lang." Li Erhua eats the food of San Lang's family, and her craftsmanship is Liang Chuan's, so it is right. He Baozheng was quite proud, and he did his best to promote this matter at that time, and he could be regarded as contributing to the villagers' livelihood.

"Oh? This Liang Chuan was so generous. "The middle-aged man wants to unveil the mystery of Liangchuan more and more.

"You are from the north, you look like you are from a rich family. Our village San Lang didn't have an accident before the accident, the little old man didn't have a serious business, San Lang looked at the old man this hard time, gave the old man an idea, and now he can make a few dollars a day by selling mosquito coils every day. Na, did you see the old man, the old widower has suffered all his life, and in the end there will be an old cow at home, San Lang asked him to go to see the tea garden, otherwise he would have starved to death, and my indisputable son-in-law, who has been mixed all his life, and now he has come back with no way to live, and it is not San Lang, let him go to the stove,。。 He Baozheng was like accompanying the leader to inspect, and he was reporting Liang Chuan's personal advanced deeds along the way, and he couldn't wait to blow Liang Chuan into the sky.

Zuo Qiu Hong listened to Liang Chuan on his left and Liang Chuan on the right, his ears were about to become calloused, he was really noisy, and he couldn't wait to close this old Baozheng's mouth.

Middle-aged people don't think so, the wild and virtuous hate to lift, such a heroic has this power to give the whole village a way to live, not better than other landlords and old wealth, the tenant farmers are extremely exploited, several other villages are still deep in the hot look, these people, the spirit is not the same, although everyone is dressed shabby, but clean, this kind of village is rare in the world, if the Great Song Dynasty is like this in every village, the world is the same!