"Childe, this is the newly cultivated farmland. The terrain here is flat, the land is fertile, and you can expect a good harvest in no time! ”

On a hillside

Zhong Liang sat on horseback and pointed to the cultivated farmland.

Originally, it was just an overgrown wasteland, but it was reclaimed to form patches of farmland.

Nearly a thousand people are working in earnest, but these people are all moving strangely.

A closer look reveals that the men who were working were dressed in tatters and had mutilated bodies, either missing arms or legs.

In the distance, a group of sergeants in black armor patrolled.

There was also a Qin official on the field, who was patrolling with a leather whip in his hand, and when he saw that the movement was a little slower, he was whipped with a leather whip!

From a distance, the neat arrangement is very pleasing to the eye.

The land in Shangjun is vast and sparsely populated, and it is simply too easy to open up a good field, even if it is 100,000 people who have migrate, the land has already been selected, and it is waiting for the manpower to be in place.

Fusu sat on the white horse, squinted his eyes and looked at it, with a satisfied smile on his face.

smiled lightly: "These Hun captives are diligent!" ”

Zhong Liang narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Under the deterrence of the leather whip, these so-called Hun warriors also know what to fear!" However, it was just that the attrition was too fast, and in less than three months, half of the prisoners had already been reduced! ”

But then again, these Hun captives were brought in to open up the wasteland before they had fully recovered from their physical injuries, and even if they had only one hand, they had to dig the ground with a hoe, and they had two bowls of gruel every day without clothing.

As long as the movement is a little slower, the Qin officials on patrol will be whipped violently, and those who can't hold on will be beaten to death on the spot!

So, at the beginning, many of the captives fell ill from exhaustion and were thrown directly into the wild grasslands to feed the wild beasts.

When the sweet potatoes were planted and only needed to weed and fertilize every day, the captives thought they could finally make it easier.

Unexpectedly, the Qin officials who patrolled pulled them to another place and then opened up the wasteland!

In the morning, the sown sweet potatoes were weeded and fertilized, and in the afternoon, they went to another place to consume a lot of physical strength to open up the wasteland, not to mention these Hun cripples, even normal people can't bear it under this kind of insatiable and high-intensity labor!

Because Gongzi said that Daqin's grain does not feed waste, the Qin officials loyally implemented it.

Anyway, each of these Hun cavalry has the blood of the people of Great Qin standing on their hands, and they are not worthy of sympathy.

If these hadn't been for the insight into the Xiongnu's raid plan in advance and set up an ambush to defeat the captives, I'm afraid it would have been replaced by the people of Great Qin being plundered and living a life that is inferior to that of animals!

Fusu Zema walked to the farmland on the edge, reached out and gently cut the soil, and smiled with satisfaction when he saw the sweet potatoes that had grown and formed, each weighing more than two catties.

In less than a month, this batch of sweet potatoes will be ripe for Xiao He to be distributed to the people as seeds, and the rest will be used as military rations.

When the time comes, cut the sweet potatoes into small pieces and mix them in the rice, and you will be full and hungry!

The problem of food can be completely solved!

When you have food in your hands, you won't panic.

Fusu has been greedy for the 200,000 troops stationed between the two counties for a long time.

If it weren't for the lack of enough food and grass, they would have been collected for their own use!

The captives, who were watering and fertilizing the fields, said lightly: "When this batch of sweet potatoes is ripe, you can improve their food appropriately." Keeping them open up the wasteland can still solve part of the problem of labor shortage. ”

"No!"

Zhong Liang hurriedly responded, turned his head to look at the Hun captives, and muttered secretly: "Whether you can survive until the day of the harvest depends on their creation!" ”

Fusu only mentioned it, and there was no more concern about these captives.

In his opinion, these captives were all deserved, and he just didn't want to waste labor if he kept a few more.

After inspecting the cultivated fields, he moved to a paper mill.

It's different from the seemingly brutal cultivation of fertile land.

The paper mill was full of people, and a sturdy man was shuttling with a piece of wood, and when he got a small bamboo stick, he suddenly showed a happy smile on his face, and his body seemed to be more motivated.

You can even see two women carrying a piece of wood into the yard together.

Although there are no Qin officials shouting loudly with leather whips here, they seem to be full of vitality, and everyone is working actively.

Zhong Liang praised from the bottom of his heart: "It is still the benevolence of the son, so that the people can serve the son more hard!" ”

Fusu smiled slightly, but didn't say much.

But I know very well in my heart that this is all due to the payment of wages on a piece-rate basis!

When the workman has hope, he has a higher enthusiasm.

Fortunately, when I knocked on Xianyang, I sent grain and grass, so that the people could buy grain with Qin Banliang.

Anyway, there is a smelter, and if you don't have money, you can build it yourself!

After inspecting it, Fusu returned to the official office with a complacent attitude, and he was more confident about the upcoming troubled times.

Once the war starts, there is certainty that it will end within a year!

……

At the junction of the two counties, truckloads of grain and grass were sent to the barracks.

"General Qiyu, all the grain and grass have been delivered!" An officer entered the tent and spoke.

In the big tent, Wang Li and the deputy general were discussing around the sand table.

Hearing the report, he said lightly: "Well, I know." ”

The adjutant general grinned and said, "General, it seems that Gongzi let the 100,000-strong army set up camp, and he really has the meaning of being a pioneer!" ”

Wang Li's eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on his face.

The local army on the opposite side had retreated fifty miles, but the 100,000 border troops did not withdraw to the Great Wall to defend against the aliens, but set up camp on the edge of the border and stationed here.

Obviously, when the two sides go to war, the 100,000 border troops led by Wang Li will be the vanguard, and this camp will also become a bridgehead for the war!

However, Wang Li knew in his heart that although he had commanded 100,000 troops, the most trusted person in Gongzi's heart was Meng Tian!

Otherwise, Meng Tian would not still be able to command 200,000 troops to garrison the Great Wall.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, if you really turn around, Fusu still has 200,000 troops in hand, and you have the capital to protect yourself!

Moreover, since Fusu took over the military and political power, a series of policies have won the hearts of the people.

Even if he really rebelled for the sake of his family who was detained in Xianyang, I am afraid that the sergeants below would not respond.

After all, Fusu is also the orthodoxy of Great Qin, and for the soldiers at the bottom, where to be a soldier is not to eat food.

In Shangjun, not only can you eat a full meal, but you can also have a military salary, if you kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, the treatment is much better than that of Xianyang, and the fool will rebel and live a hard life!

These 100,000 troops are looking forward to going into battle as soon as possible to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, and be knighted and rewarded with land!

Wang Li also knew in his heart that even if he rebelled and returned to Xianyang, it would be impossible to be reused, and the Wang family would definitely decline.

Once on this boat, there is no way back!

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