Fangling is a county, with nine county seats, and a population of nearly 300,000.

It may seem obvious at a glance, but in fact, the composition of the population is extremely complex. Leaving aside the population in the city, the complicated ones are the peasant households outside the city.

The peasant households outside the city were divided into the original peasant households and the mountain dwellers.

Originally, peasant households referred to the peasant households who had cultivated acres of land on the flat land outside the city during the reign of the Shen brothers and Kuai Qi.

The descent of the mountain people into the mountain is much more complicated, there are ordinary black households like Zhang's family going down the mountain, and there are also 70,000 or 80,000 mountain people who were attracted by Ma Liang from the western mountains.

These 70,000 or 80,000 mountain people are divided into Han people, Ba people, and Yi people, and the composition is really complicated.

Now, in accordance with the rules, the government has made these mountain people who go down the mountain live separately in Han villages, Ba villages, and Yi villages, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, so as to reduce the contradictions between them.

At present, all the villages are all safe.

But each of them feels different, of course, the gratitude is certain, and all of them are grateful for the kindness of the people.

But in addition to gratitude, some people think differently because of what happened.

Shiqi is a foreigner, as for whether his ancestors are Ba people, Yi people, or Di people, Shiqi himself can't figure it out.

Maybe there are all kinds of bloodlines.

And Shiqi's grandmother is a Han girl, so Shiqi can also be regarded as Han.

This situation is extremely common in the areas of Daba Mountain, Qinling, Bashu, Hanzhong, and Fangling. Although the Han people nominally ruled Yizhou, they also occupied the Chengdu Plain, the Bazhong Plain, and the Liangtian City on the Hanzhong Plain.

Although Shiqi no longer knows whether he is a Ba person, a Yi person, or something else, he can speak broken Chinese and speak fluent Ba language.

However, at the beginning, 70,000 or 80,000 mountain people went down the mountain, and there were six large ethnic groups and many small tribes descending the mountain, and Shiqi was born in a small tribe.

The ethnic group of Shiqi is very small, about 100 households, 7 or 800 people. According to the rules of the Han people, the Shiqi ethnic group is divided into a li, with a li chief, a pavilion chief, and a township chief.

The days of going down the mountain, of course, are better. The government planned a piece of wasteland for the reclamation of Shiqi's location, and Shiqi and the others had their own ploughing oxen and a curved plough as a sharp blade, so it was very easy to reclaim the field.

There are new waterwheels, water storage and rice planting, which also reduces physical work and allows more fields to be cultivated.

The fields under the mountains are more fertile than those on the mountains, and the grain yield of rice is a little higher than that of sorghum. This year is another good year, and it is estimated that it will be a good year.

Now that the rice is about to ripen, before the autumn harvest, it is the time of slack. Shiqi has nothing to do at home, so he will go to the ridges of his fields from time to time to watch the rice.

The rice plants bent down, and in front of them were heavy ears of rice. Shiqi is in his thirties, but because of his perennial work, he looks like he is forty or fifty years old, and his face is densely wrinkled, which is very ugly. But when he saw the heavy ears of rice, it was as if he was smiling and blooming, and it bloomed with beautiful light.

This is the light of happiness and beauty.

Hard-earned.

Shiqi bent down to pinch a grain of rice, pinched it carefully, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it, he has been planting sorghum all year round, but it is the first time he has planted rice, and he can't judge the approximate harvest this year.

"One mu may produce two hundred and twenty-five catties?" Shiqi was looking forward to it.

Shiqi knew that he would be unable to sleep tonight, because the continuous autumn rain had stopped, and the rice harvest would begin tomorrow.

We will find out how much rice we can produce in a few days.

Because the freshly cut rice still needs to be threshed and dried.

Shiqi walked back to the village with his hands behind his back and barefoot on the muddy road, and met many people along the way, Shiqi knew that these people were the same as him, and couldn't help but come to see the rice.

Not to mention anything else, this rice, this heavy ear of rice, look at it is all happiness. Shiqi greeted many people, said something briefly, and stopped to say a few words when he met someone who was particularly familiar.

Soon after, Shiqi returned home.

It was also a new home, built while they were cultivating the fields. New house, solid and does not leak rain.

Unlike the old houses in the mountains, they leak rain all day and fall into disrepair, so they are afraid that the house will collapse when the wind blows.

Shiqi has an old wife in his family, who is also a Han girl, and has three children, two boys and one girl. They are not yet ten years old, and they can't do too heavy farm work, but they can also pull weeds and weeds, and take care of the family's cattle by the way.

At the moment, the children were not there, and Shiqi estimated that the children had gone to herd the cattle. The old wife of the family is weaving linen. The silk cloth was used by scholars or local tyrants, and the common people generally wore clothes made of linen.

Weaving this kind of thing, the old wife is as skilled as ever. Shi Qi didn't care at first, and then the sigh on the face of the old wife of the sword asked, "Why does it seem to be a little preoccupied?" ”

The old wife wanted to speak and stopped.

Shiqi said unhappily: "What are you doing, what is there to say." ”

"Too good to be kind, God bless. This year must be a great harvest year for our family, and most of the entire Fangling must be like this. Next year, our family will have a good life. But I sighed, my sister who remained on the mountain. ”

The old wife sighed.

Shiqi understood that his wife had an older sister who was married to the tribe surnamed Ma, that is, a Ba person in Ma Tao's department.

At that time, six of the seven major ethnic groups decided to go down the mountain, and only Ma Tao insisted on staying in the mountain, I don't know why.

Now, the mountain people who went down the mountain saw that the autumn harvest was coming and the harvest year was coming, but they were happy and grateful for the kindness of Taishou. The mountain people on the mountain don't know what kind of year it is.

The woman was sentimental, so she was worried about her sister's family.

"This is also something that can't be helped, who called that Ma Tao a bastard, there is good food and accommodation under the mountain, but he must stay on the mountain?" Shiqi said.

The old wife sobbed when she heard this, and began to weep: "Life on the mountain is hard. Working all year round, not human. You and I are in our early thirties, but we look like we're in our fifties. My sister has many children in her family and her in-laws, but she is even more miserable than me. ”

Shiqi also sighed, and then persuaded: "You don't have to feel too much, life under the mountain is so good." When the news spreads up the mountain, the mountain people under Ma Tao will also go down the mountain. Next year's autumn harvest will inevitably have their share. As for this year, if the days on the mountain are really sad, we will send some rice grain to help us get by. ”

"Well, that's all there is to it." The old wife could only sigh when she heard this, and stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears.

Everyone, all the people of Fangling.

Everyone who saw the rice growing in the dense rice fields outside Fangling City and the heavy ears of rice knew that this year Fangling must be a big harvest year.

In troubled times, there is nothing better than a great harvest year.

If the people can eat enough, the guards can feed the soldiers, and the civilian army is stable, it will be a good year.

As for how big a good year it is, we will only know after the autumn harvest.

Guan Ping didn't go to see how the people cut the rice, how they threshed, and how they dried the rice.

It's also a tragedy to say.

A big man like me needs to guard against assassination.

To prevent assassination by others, you need to bring more escort personnel.

Bring more guards and followers, and you will disturb the people.

The bigger the character, the more an otaku.

So the ancient emperors were basically otaku.

Sigh.

Soon after, the autumn harvest in the nine counties of Fangling was basically over. After enduring patience for a few more days, Guan Ping invited Sun Qian to inquire about the matter.

Because the nine county towns are scattered deep in the mountains, it takes time to communicate with each other, and it is not very convenient. It takes some time for the information to be received.

And Guan Ping estimated that the information was reported one after another, so he summoned Sun Qian.

It was a sunny morning.

Fangling County Shoufu, in front of the study. Guan Ping personally waited for Sun Qian to come over at the door of the study, and after seeing Sun Gan, Guan Ping warmly invited Sun Qian in.

"Mr. Gongyu."

Guan Ping hurriedly stepped forward to hold Sun Gan's hand, and the two entered the study together. Although one is too shou and the other is gongcao, this is unseemly.

But Sun Qian's other identity is Guan Ping's teacher, so he also accepted it calmly.

After the two sat down, Guan Ping couldn't wait to ask, "How is the autumn harvest going?" ”

Speaking of this, Sun Qian was also full of smiles and said: "This year is a bumper harvest, according to the official documents from the nine counties, the average grain yield per mu of rice this year is 230 catties. All counties know that this year is a bumper year, so new granaries have been built one after another, but the average grain output of 230 catties of rice per mu is still beyond the expectations of the counties. At present, the rice collected cannot be stuffed in the granary. The counties had to vacate some houses to store paddy. ”

"According to rough estimates, Jigu can supply an army of 40,000 people, and it will take about a year and a half to eat."

Guan Ping was overjoyed when he heard this, so he almost installed a tail on his buttocks and shook it vigorously.

Happy as if there were little squirrels with nuts to eat.

That's great.

Before the autumn harvest, tossing and turning, extremely nervous.

Now it's the final word. The grain can feed an army of 40,000 for about a year and a half. And Fangling County plans to recruit thirty or forty thousand elite soldiers.

After the autumn harvest, it is time to recruit soldiers. In the autumn of next year, or at the beginning of the day after tomorrow, you can send troops to Hanzhong and expand the land.

This year's bumper harvest is so important.

If this year's grain harvest fails, it will really be a dead end.

God is helping me.

Readily.

Of course, there are still some things that need to be dealt with seriously after the joy, and as for the matter of conscription, it is not too late to talk about it again. Guan Ping said to Sun Qian: "Sir." This autumn harvest is really a bumper harvest, to the surprise of the counties, the granary has been built less and smaller, which I do not blame. But the grain that cannot be stored in the granary needs to be kept safely. If anyone brings up the grain that has been harvested, because it has not been stored properly, it will become moldy and spoiled. I will hold them accountable. In addition, we will take the opportunity to publicize this matter to attract the mountain people in Daba Mountain and the surrounding mountainous areas to come down and continue to increase the population. ”

"No." Sun Qian also responded solemnly.

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