After sending Zhao Guang away, Feng Yong began to recall how sugarcane was grown in later generations and how sugarcane was squeezed into sucrose.

After writing and painting for two days and writing down all the processes, Feng Yong took the drawings and sighed.

After confirming that the territory of Dahan is now suitable for growing sugarcane, and the only place where sugarcane can be grown is Nanzhong, after the tea incident, Feng Yong once again complained about the Nanzhong Rebellion.

Are you okay with a mess of wool? It can't be the climate, alas, it really doesn't make people live in peace.

Of course, the good news is not without it.

After Zhuge Qiao came last time, after a while, he directly sent someone to send the old and young straws over.

Although the person who came did not tell Feng Yong, Feng Yongchai could guess that it was estimated that these straws were collected from the unnaturalized homeless people around Nanzheng.

It seems that Zhuge Qiao is not patronizing the distribution of grain and grass in Hanzhong, and he also grasps a lot of local situations on weekdays.

As for how it was collected, and what would happen to those homeless people after they lost their straw, Feng Yong didn't bother to care - anyway, he didn't personally grab it, what does it have to do with him?

Besides, farming in Hanzhong, I have never asked you to hand over a grain of grain, that is, now, take you some straw, what's wrong? What's wrong?

If you are not convinced, go to the household registration, go to pay the grain and taxes, in this case, you are the people of the Han Dynasty, according to the temperament of Zhuge Old Demon, Zhuge Qiao probably did not dare to rob it.

Since you are afraid of paying food and taxes, and you don't want to be registered, if something goes wrong, who will care about your life or death?

Anyway, Feng Yong doesn't care, at least for now, because he can't manage it if he wants to.

The sun was a little warm at the end of autumn, and Lu Laoshu was half-lying on the small mound at the intersection, squinting his eyes to bask in the sun.

In recent days, people have been wandering around the camp.

At first, these people came with the cart that delivered the straw, and they didn't dare to approach the camp, but only dared to spy from a distance.

Their clothes were very tattered, and many of them were even dressed in thatched robes, which can be seen as wild people who were wandering in the world.

"It's all poor people." Old Soldier Lu muttered.

"How many people in the world are not pity?" The old lame man lying next to Old Soldier Lu took over, "If we hadn't met the master's family, I'm afraid that we wouldn't be much stronger with them." ”

"Maybe I can be stronger, but I also rolled down on the battlefield. If you are in a hurry, you can also do some businessless when you pick up a knife. ”

Old Man Lu yawned, and seemed to enjoy the autumn sun very much.

"Then they just haven't been cornered." The old lame looked at the few figures faintly revealing in the distance, "You say, how long can they endure it?" ”

"I guess I can last a month. I heard that Hanzhong is not as cold as Nanzhong in winter, and it is much colder, and I don't know if I can freeze to death. ”

"When you freeze to death, you're afraid it's too late. Why do you think they don't understand that they have to suffer like this? ”

"It's not necessarily that you don't understand people, but you're used to it, and you're not forced to the end, who doesn't want to take advantage all the time? Besides, if you get a household registration, you will be managed, who knows if you can be steady? Just like when we decided to follow the Lord's family, aren't we also weak-hearted? ”

The two were talking something confusing when they saw a group of people coming along the road from the direction of Nanzheng.

"Dare to ask the old man, is it ruled by the captain of the Hanzhong Dian Agricultural School in front?"

There were seven or eight people coming, and the first one was a young man on horseback, and when he saw two old men standing at the intersection, he hurriedly got off his horse and bowed his hand.

Old Pawn Lu and Old Lame turned sideways to show that they didn't dare to accept the salute, accompanied by a smiling face: "Exactly." Dare to ask who Lang Jun is? ”

This intersection goes down, only leads to the camp, and this pedestrian walks here, and the destination can be basically determined.

"The tired elder sent a message to Feng Langjun, saying that the Hanzhong Metallurgical Supervisor ordered Huo Yi to visit."

"It turned out to be Supervisor Huo's order, please hurry up, the master has already said that as long as Supervisor Huo comes, just move forward. Supervisor Huo ordered please come with the old servant. ”

The happier Old Man Lu laughed, the more terrifying the scar on his face became.

"Dare to ask who the old man's family is?"

Although Huo Yi heard the old man with a scar in front of him claiming to be an old servant, behind the door, he could see at a glance that this was an old pawn with blood on his hands.

"The main family is Feng Langjun in Huo Jianling's mouth."

"Okay, then bother the old man." Huo Yi smiled, "This can be regarded as the right question." ”

Following Old Soldier Lu all the way, Huo Yi watched many people around the camp busy, and most of them were Qiang.

However, whether it is feeding cattle and sheep, or cutting wages and carrying firewood, or carrying things, there is no order, and there is no chaos.

At the moment, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this powerful person who can make Hu Ren become so well-behaved and obedient?" When I look at these Qiang people, most of them are women, but they faintly have the shape of a march, which is really strange! ”

When Old Man Lu heard this, he narrowed his eyes with laughter, as if he was praising him.

"Don't hide it from Huo Langjun, this kind of planning is from the hands of his own family."

Although he had already guessed, but when he heard the old man in front of him admit, Huo Yi couldn't help but exclaim: "I have heard that Feng Langjun has the name of a young hero, and I know what these Qiang people in front of me have done." ”

"What's so strange about that?"

It was rare to show his face in front of nobles, and Old Soldier Lu opened his mouth and boasted: "This method is also simple. It's just that the Qiang people are divided into multiple teams according to their heads, and each team has its own captain, and the work is assigned on weekdays, just talk to the captain. As for how to do it, that's up to them to discuss. If you do a good job, you can eat a full stomach, and if you don't do well, you will eat half full. Thinking about the Qiang people, how could there be a time when they had a full stomach in the past, in order to be full, they had to fight hard? ”

Isn't this a bit of a military system?

Huo Yi was shocked in his heart, and at the same time thought in his heart, if Huangzhuang did the same, divided into multiple teams, competing with each other, and each with rewards and punishments, wouldn't it be faster than in the past when an ancient brain got together to work?

"Oops! I've been waiting for Prison Huo's order for a long time! If it weren't for the inseparability, I would have to visit Supervisor Huo a long time ago! ”

Feng Yong, who got the news, stood at the gate of the camp and saluted Huo Yi who came over with a smile.

"How dare you let Feng Langjun come to visit?"

Huo Yi saw a young man standing at the gate of the camp, and when he heard him say this, he understood in his heart that this seemed to be the main owner of his trip.

"To be able to get the position of Hanzhong Metallurgical Supervisor in the next place, it is thanks to Feng Langjun, and I haven't thanked Feng Langjun for this matter."

"That's Your Majesty's wisdom, that's why Hanzhongye was set up, plus Huo Jian Ling got His Majesty's blue eyes, it has nothing to do with me."

Feng Yong didn't dare to take credit, although he was alive in his own hands, and the establishment of Hanzhong Metallurgical was also because of the eight-ox plough he sacrificed.

But in front of Adou's confidants, this kind of merit is better to talk about the emperor.

"Your Majesty is naturally wise, but Feng Langjun also made a great effort in it, and Your Majesty has praised Feng Langjun a few times in the palace!"

I thought that only Huo Yi was the protagonist in this line, but I never thought that a person standing behind Huo Yi would suddenly interject.

Although the words were good, the voice made some people uncomfortable and too sharp.

"Who is this?"

"Slave Huang Hao, now serving as the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgy, I will ask Feng Langjun for more advice in the future."

The man who came made a blessing.

Nima!

Feng Yongdeng subconsciously wanted to find Guan Ji.

There is no other reason, because Guan Ji always carries a long knife on his body, and now Feng Yong wants to draw the knife and directly stab the guy named Huang Hao in front of him!

In the late Shu Han period, the country was tired and the people were lacking, in addition to Jiang Wei's excessive use of troops and Adou's only care about pleasure, there was another person who had to bear a lot of responsibility.

That is the yin and yang man in front of him who claims to be Huang Hao.

Specializing in government affairs, playing with authority, excluding dissidents, and turning a court into a place of black smoke and miasma, even Jiang Wei was so frightened that he didn't dare to return to Jincheng, it was because of this Huang Hao.

"It turned out to be Huang Jiancheng, forgive me for being clumsy, rude and rude!"

Although Feng Yong's eyes flickered, he really wanted to finish off this guy with one sword, but he had to forcibly greet him with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, speaking of which, the slave didn't report to Feng Langjun in advance, so she took the liberty to come, and asked Feng Langjun not to mind."

Huang Hao half-covered his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.

Slave your sister's maid, dead eunuch!

Feng Yongqiang said with a smile: "Huang Jian Ling is in the palace, he must be a celebrity in front of His Majesty, Feng Yong is too late to welcome him, how can he mind?" Two inside please. ”

It is not a way to let guests stand outside, although it is also simple inside, but after these days of hard work, I finally made some tables and stools.

"The place is shabby, I hope you don't mind."

The big grass hut that welcomes people into the right to enter the council hall sat down with the host and guest Feng Yong said apologetically.

"It's easy to say, now in Hanzhong, where is not grass-created? It's in Nanzheng City, in fact, it's not much better. ”

Huo Yi naturally didn't care about the poor conditions, but Huang Hao actually sat there calmly, without a little unnatural look, and echoed with a smile, "Everyone works for Your Majesty, so Feng Langjun should not be polite." ”

No wonder this guy can gain Adou's trust in the future, he will not leave His Majesty, and at least on the surface, for Adou, he doesn't even care about such hard conditions.

"Huang Jian Cheng said it well, everyone is for Your Majesty. Then I'll be blunt. I dare to ask here, how much land has been divided into this Huangzhuang in Hanzhong? ”

"Your Majesty took the lead in reclamation of Hanzhong, so naturally you have to put more effort into it, so the land enclosed is naturally more, about 1,000 hectares."

Thousands of hectares, not a lot, right? How many acres is it?

Feng Yong folded his fingers and calculated, and suddenly looked at Huo Yi with wide eyes.

Huo Yi lowered his head and drank water a little embarrassed.

Nima!

This Adou has such a big appetite, a whole hundred thousand acres!

How many places can be cultivated in this Hanzhong?

Feng Yong thought hard again, when he was in college, he drew a map of Hanzhong for a semester, and it seemed that there were about 200,000 square kilometers?

Is this data correct?

Forget it, even if you discount this data, there are 1.5 million hectares, it seems, it seems that Adou doesn't have too much!

In addition, this era is definitely not comparable to the cultivation technology of later generations, so erase the fraction, one million hectares, well, one thousand hectares is still not too much for one million hectares, no wonder Zhuge Old Demon can promise Adouquan such a big land.

After all, he is the emperor, and he is reclamation from scratch, and he has taken away the Zhuye Supervisor who originally belonged to other people's income, so it is estimated that there is also the meaning of compensation if he gives so much.

It's just that this Adou seems to be quite good at business, seeing that Zhuye Jian can't get it back, he can even think of setting up a Hanzhong Metallurgical in Hanzhong, and take this opportunity to encircle such a large piece of land, Zhuge Old Demon can't say anything, this mind can!

But as soon as Feng Tu thought of himself, his heart suddenly became unbalanced.

His cheap father worked hard to get 600 acres of land, and he was tired and tired and tired and got 500 acres...... Where does this make sense?

"Two days ago, I got a letter from the palace, saying that it was a matter of this imperial village, and I had to ask Feng Langjun for more guidance, whether the slave and maid could complete the explanation in this palace still had to fall on Feng Langjun."

Huo Yi was embarrassed to speak, but Huang Hao opened his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.

Well, not long after Guan Ji came back, you got a letter from the palace, and it seems that nine times out of ten it was the queen who spoke.

"What's the point or not," Feng Yong immediately came to his senses, and said tentatively in a low voice, "It's just that I can't listen to the explanations in this palace, right?" How can this help Huang Jiancheng? ”

Huang Hao covered his mouth and smiled again: "The things that the queen explained can only be done by Feng Langjun." ”

It's confirmed, it's the ranch.

Feng Yongjie smiled: "The queen has an edict, how dare the villain not work?" ”

Huo Yi coughed lightly, and said: "What the queen means, is the land of Qianqing Huangzhuang, and I don't know if it is enough for Feng Langjun's pasture?" If it's not enough, you can think of another way. ”

100,000 acres of grassland?

Feng Yong's heart was trembling, this star color is really atmospheric!

At the beginning, he said in the letter that he wanted to borrow a little place in Huangzhuang to grow forage to feed cattle and sheep, but he never thought that the queen would be 100,000 mu as soon as she made a move, and she scared Feng Tujiao enough on the spot.

Why did Feng Yong have to borrow the land of Huangzhuang to grow alfalfa, and it was not because of the damned farming policy of feudal society?

When I was in Jincheng, I wanted to use a little arable land to plant tea seedlings and I had to pay a fine, if I used it to plant grass, I wouldn't be sprayed to death?

People don't care what grass you plant, and they don't care what you do when you plant grass!

Anyway, if you don't farm well, it's a great crime!

As for the use of Huangzhuang, it is different, Hanzhong Metallurgical, to put it bluntly, is a department dedicated to supplying the royal family. What people grow and how they supply it are all private affairs of the royal family, and others can't control it.

Back then, during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to feed the royal horses, didn't he still open up a special place to grow alfalfa?

Now Hanzhongye, in order to raise cattle and sheep for the royal family's pasture, what happened to planting some forage? What's wrong?

"It doesn't take that much!"

Feng Yong hurriedly waved his hand, and at the same time thought in his heart, if you really want to use 100,000 acres of land to grow alfalfa, Zhuge Old Demon is afraid that he will not live to kill himself? Even if Zhang Xingcai is the queen, I'm afraid that this reputation will be affected, right?

"Feng Langjun doesn't have to worry, this Huangzhuang can be flat or sloping land, and it has not been cultivated yet, so it can be changed."

Oh, I see, it seems that everyone has not escaped the blind spot of Hu Ren's thinking of grazing by grass, and I think that even if Feng Yong's pasture has green material, it is estimated that it will be a lot of place.

If there is a slope in the Huangzhuang, it is not a waste.