Is Chinese New Year important?

Meng Lin still ignored it.

Zhao Fang said: "You are in charge of fighting, according to the meaning of the letter, one of the two Yang Cishan brothers will die, and Ezhou will take it." You can do this thing, the old man wants to go back to Xiangyang, and then arrange people to go to Wancheng, the New Year is more important than the war. I can't explain it to you in a sentence or two, but it's really a very important thing. ”

Although Meng Lin didn't understand, he was supportive: "Okay, the war is under my control, and the New Year is under your control." ”

"Very good."

Zhao Fang is a civil official, and he knows very well the far-reaching significance of the Chinese New Year that Han Jiang used fifteen pieces of paper to deliberately explain.

He wrote a very detailed official document and sent it to all parts controlled by the Wancheng army.

Xinyang City.

The new city lord is Wu Xiaoqi, who is thirty-five years old this year.

Even the idlers in the city know that Wu Xiaoqi is a pseudonym.

How could such a well-educated person not have a good name, elegant words, and a tasteful number.

But it's three simple words, Wu Xiaoqi.

This person's surname is Lu, Mr. Mengxue of the Qian family's Wuzhuang Academy, because he is from Wuzhuang, he claims to be surnamed Wu, and Xiaoqi is his age ranking in the academy.

Don't dare to leave a name.

As soon as the morning dawned, Wu Xiaoqi had already arrived at a village in the north of Xinyang.

A field review has just been completed here.

Han Jiang proposed three ways of farming. There are three modes of village joint production contract responsibility system, contract production to households, and field distribution to households.

In order to make which of these three modes is more suitable, Qian Haohuan can lose handfuls of hair.

The final decision is made at the same time.

The original site of Wancheng used the practice of dividing the fields into households, and then spread them into acres.

In the newly occupied territory, the village joint production system was used in the initial stage, and then the production was overextended to the households, and after stabilization, the plan of dividing the land into households was implemented, after all, the land was privately owned in the traditional sense.

However, for the sake of stability, it is better to take the village as a unit in the early stage.

The village of Xinyang is a village joint production.

To grow grain in the field, each family has a few plots of land with a maximum of no more than one acre in the corner to grow some of their own, and the land in front of the door grows some vegetables.

The apportionment into the mu is calculated on a village-by-village basis, and the village head is responsible for collecting this part of the tax.

This year, it is said that it is a peaceful year, but the border passes are also in chaos.

Wu Xiaoqi went to this village with less than seventy percent of the original households, and several families all made do with each other, either widows or dead mothers-in-law.

When Wu Xiaoqi arrived in the village, he did not look for the village chief first, but first went to a few lonely old and weak homes.

There are no young men in these families.

The old and the young, relying on a woman to support the family.

I want to recruit a homeless person into my home, but the homeless person is more willing to find someone with a light burden.

Wu Xiaoqi arrived.

There are not too many things, two catties of salt, half a catty of meat, five catties of rice, three catties of noodles, half a horse of flower cloth, and fifty yuan.

The family kowtowed movingly, and the ground was about to be smashed out of the pit.

When the village chief heard the news, everyone in the village came.

Wu Xiaoqi said: "The lord has a letter, saying that he wants to celebrate the New Year. There aren't many things, just to make this year a little warm. The lord often said that this man should live a good life, relying on his hands, farming, fishing, basketry, and weaving, and this day will definitely get better and better. Not much stuff, little heart. ”

"How can I say this, there are so many people that the lord can't bear even if he has a mountain of gold. Wancheng is even more in ruins, since Xinyang Mansion has let me take care of it, then Wancheng has Xinyang. ”

The village chief stepped forward: "Master Fu, the little old man has the courage to ask the name of the lord, and the village will set up an immortal tablet for the lord." ”

Wu Xiaoqi shook his head: "My name is Wu Xiaoqi, this is a fake name." I don't dare to show my real name, and I can't. I'm afraid that the world can't tolerate the monarch. Let's not mention it. I have two things to do today, one is to let the lonely old women and children be weak according to the rules, so that they can have a heart-warming year, and the other is to ask you to do your best. ”

"The winter solstice, it's over. The soldiers guarding the border did not eat dumplings, seeing that the cold was coming, although it was a little late, but the soldiers guarding the border always had to eat bowls of dumplings, and the manpower was really insufficient. It's going to trouble the villages, make dumplings, and each village can keep one percent. ”

The old village chief looked back at the other old men in the village, and then at the young people. took a step forward and slapped his chest: "Don't worry, Master Fu, I won't leave half a cent in Dagou Village, and I won't eat a single dumpling." ”

Wu Xiaoqi shook his head: "Leave some, leave some, at least give the dolls a bite." Leave some point. ”

To stay, or not to stay.

It doesn't matter anymore.

In the next three days, the cities, towns, and villages controlled by the Wancheng Army made all their efforts to make dumplings, in addition to arranging people to inspect dilapidated houses and visit the old and weak.

If you don't stay, you really don't stay.

Pigs and haggis should be marinated, and pig skins should be boiled into meat jelly.

Fortunately, Wancheng stored radishes and cabbage in advance in winter, and vegetables were also available.

It's a day, and it's cold.

Wancheng North.

Ruyang and Yichuan confronted the front line.

This is the Jin Army's Xijing Fifty Miles Fort, which can be said to be the last external defense line of Xijing.

Heavy snow has long closed the road.

There will be no war here, because the Wancheng army occupies a location that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Jin army is not completely sure that it will not go south, not to mention that they find that the Wancheng army is desperate to fight.

The Han army of the Jin State was even more reluctant to be cannon fodder.

It's cold.

There are no external outposts on the side of the Jin Kingdom, only patrol posts.

Who patrols wears thick clothes.

The Wancheng army is also suffering, but they still change their posts every half an hour, and the clothes they wear can only barely resist the cold.

But it's not very warm in the house.

In comparison, the two sides are about the same, the Jin country can be a little better, they have a fort.

The Wancheng army is a little worse, they only have wooden houses, ground holes, and earthen houses.

But morale is different.

The Jin army guarded the border because of military regulations and military salaries. The Wancheng army is guarding their own home.

At noon, the Jin and Song armies came out of the house, ran for a run, and basked in the sun, and the sun was still warm at noon.

At this time, a team appeared.

The first to discover this team was the Jin army, and they saw the continuous procession for several miles, walking very slowly, very slowly, little by little.

There weren't enough horses, six people pulled, two pushed, and a sleigh was piled full.

A woman climbed to the top of the slope and shouted to the front line of the confrontation: "Men, eat dumplings." ”

The seven-foot-tall man, the man who was killed in the sea of corpses and blood without frowning, instantly turned red in his eyes.

A large flag embroidered by the women was hung on the flagpole of the Wancheng military camp, with five big characters written on it.

Wancheng's soldiers.

Today's wind is northwesterly, and the aroma of hot dumplings will definitely not waft to the Jin Guohan military camp, but they seem to smell it. I smelled what seemed to be pork and cabbage filling, or lamb and radish filling, or pure meat.

It's a big cold today.

Snow.

It has been five days since the heavy snow closed the road, and Luoyang City has been two days late in sending supplies to the fort, and there is not much firewood, cold water, dry and hard nests.

Wancheng Army is eating dumplings.