"There's a strategy in the next place, I don't know if it's right to talk about it," Du Xi said tentatively.

"You and I are all worried about the Han royal family, all out of a public heart, what should I not talk about?" Kong Rong said: "You might as well talk about it." ”

Their gang of people, in order to make the emperor put his mind on the bed, is simply heartbroken.

"Since Zao Yi is only a capable official of Tuntian, why don't I advise the Son of Heaven and let Zao Yi take care of the home field on my behalf?" Du Xi continued: "In this way, the income from the field will be abundant, and when Your Majesty has sufficient internal funds, you don't have to worry about the supply of concubines, and you will rest assured that I will wait for the draft girl to enter the palace, and the imperial heir can be expected." ”

"That's a good idea," Kong Rong nodded, but turned worried: "However, Your Majesty has appointed Liu Gong as the Tian Ling, and I will invite Zao Yi later, wouldn't it be clear to the world that Liu Gong's Tian Ling is incompetent?"

Liu Gong, as a pioneer officer, has made great contributions to the new pacification of Wancheng, and I am afraid that Liu Gong will not be able to save face. ”

The ministers whispered and nodded yes.

In any case, Liu Ping is the order of the Son of Heaven, but they want to invite someone else to manage the field on their behalf, I am afraid that no one will feel comfortable.

However, everyone felt that Du Xian's idea was the only way out at present.

"Liu Gong is broad-minded, beautiful and beautiful, and he is already Guanglu Siqing, Pingxi General, Pingling Pavilion Hou, how can he care about Tian Ling's and other minor official positions?" Du Xi said angrily: "Besides, I am also waiting for the sake of allowing His Majesty to continue the royal bloodline as soon as possible, not for my own selfish interests, I think the Liu Guild understands." ”

"That's right, although Liu Gong is clever and martial, he is not proficient in everything, and it is an indisputable fact that he is inferior to Zao Yi in agricultural affairs, so what is there to be ashamed of?"

"That makes sense!"

Everyone nodded their heads, and finally the decision was settled.

Du Xian came forward and made it clear to Cao Cao that he asked Zao Yi to help and take care of the field on his behalf.

Zao Yi is a subordinate official of Sikong Mansion, and if you want to transfer such an official, you need the consent of Cao Cao and Zao You.

On the other hand, if Kong Rong and Xun Yue advised the Son of Heaven to remove Liu Ping's land order, or in order to maintain Liu Pingzi, not to remove him from his official position, he could be put in the air, and the specific affairs of Zao Yi and his subordinate officials who were skilled in agricultural affairs could also have the same effect.

However, it is already autumn at this time, and this season may have been abandoned, so we can only hope for the next season.

……

The autumn is crisp, and finally the season when the crops in the fields are ripe, and the jujube only begins to be harvested by the homeless.

He managed the displaced people very strictly, and when to cultivate and when to harvest were all led by Tuntian Sima, and they were uniformly arranged, and it seemed to be well arranged.

In the past few days, Cao Cao has convened civil and military affairs in Sikong Mansion every day, eager to know what the final harvest of Tuntian will be.

At first, he thought a little simple, moving the people of Pengcheng County to come to cultivate is actually far from enough, although Liu Ping later used the Son of Heaven's "Li Nong Zhao" to recruit a large number of displaced people, but he has already missed the season of farming, which is very likely to lead to a reduction in grain production.

On this day, in the meeting hall of Sikong Mansion, all the civil and military people gathered together.

"Sikong, now that the output of all counties and counties has been counted," Zao Yi held a booklet in his hand, bowed over his head, and sent it to Cao Cao.

"The average yield per mu of all fields is three stone two, and according to the proportion of the official six and the people four, a county with 100,000 mu of fields, the government gets 180,000 stone of grain, and the total calculation is 2.13 million stone of grain from Tuntian." Zao only said with joy on his face.

As soon as he said this, the entire lobby suddenly gasped.

"Two million stones? You can't be wrong with that number, right? ”

"If there are really two million stone surplus grain, then my Cao clan will no longer be short of military rations, who in the world dares to compete with me?"

"Zao Gong is really a capable official, I didn't expect the policy of Tuntian to work so well, even if you miss the cultivation season, you can still produce more than three stones per mu, which has exceeded the average yield per mu of the Han Dynasty over the years, and Zao Gong is really indispensable."

Everyone was shocked by this number, and at the same time praised the jujube.

Liu Ping sat next to him and pursed his lips and smiled silently, the success of Zao Yi Tun Tiance was expected, and it was because of this that the foundation of the Cao clan's unification of the north was laid.

It's just that Zaoyi's harsh government has led to complaints from the displaced people recruited, and it is an indisputable fact that many people starve to death even in good years.

Therefore, it is difficult to determine the merits of jujubes.

At this time, Cao Cao took the booklet, and he didn't have time to look at the statistics of each county in detail, so he turned directly to the last page, and saw the shining eyes of the string of numbers of 2.13 million stones.

Cao Cao suppressed his joy, looked at it carefully from beginning to end, and secretly calculated it in his heart, and the statistics were correct.

"Good, good!" He shouted three good words in a row, stood up excitedly, paced back and forth a few steps, and then stood still, and said to Zao Yi with an admiring face: "The public leader advocated Tuntian, and now he has obtained two million stones of grain for me, which can be described as a great contribution.

"Thank you Cao Sikong, this is a matter within the next division, and I don't dare to say anything," Zao Yu secretly glanced at Liu Ping when he said this.

After all, Liu Ping once made a big fuss with the Tuntian official office, reprimanded him and his officials fiercely, and threatened that sooner or later there would be chaos if he exploited the people.

But now that Tuntian has been a great success, and the grain has been harvested, where has there been any chaos?

Facts have proven that Tuntian is a technical job, and it is not like this son, hiding in the study and patting the door of the head, relying on power to suppress people.

"Missing the cultivation season, the public can still achieve a yield of more than three stones per mu, which shows that the public is good at farming, and my Cao's civil and military affairs are unmatched, and the canonical farmer Zhonglang will deserve his name," Cao Cao didn't notice Zao's thoughts, and still praised Zaoyi.

At this time, Zao Yi suddenly wanted to speak and stopped: "Yesterday, Du Zixu (Du Raid) came to Xiaguan and wanted Xiaguan to take care of the Son of Heaven's home field from next year. ”

As he spoke, he involuntarily glanced at Liu Ping again.

"Hmm!" Cao Cao nodded and said, "Kong Shaofu Xun Shilang also came to me and mentioned this matter to me. ”

"It doesn't hurt if you go to help, but it's just ......" Cao Cao pondered for a moment, slightly embarrassed: "Ping'er is the Son of Heaven Qin's feudal order, if you go to help, how can Ping'er deal with himself?" ”

He didn't care how much the Son of Heaven could produce, but it made his son-in-law uneasy, and the gains outweighed the losses.

Liu Ping smiled faintly and said: "Father-in-law doesn't need to worry about the son-in-law, the field is about to be harvested, if the output is not satisfactory, the son-in-law will abdicate and make way for the virtuous, and there is no need to embarrass the jujube father." ”