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In the spring of the forty-eighth year of Wanli.

Shouhan took a small boat along the coastline of Hejing to the mouth of the Lingjiang River and headed south, well, is it an inspection or is it looking for an excuse to give himself a chance to travel at public expense? Publicly-funded travel doesn't seem to count, and now the money and food expenses everywhere seem to be out of his pocket.

The students who graduated from the first political hall have been serving as security chiefs, inspectors or teachers for nearly a year, and the reason why they have different positions is for no other reason. Moreover, according to the inner thoughts of the Han guards, under the standards of the Han and the natives, they must be subdivided. The original subjects of the General's Mansion and the reclamation of Fujian and Guangdong should be composed in accordance with the ratio of four or six, and those who belong to the local people must also have talents of all nationalities. "If you want to eat a pot, don't figure it out." This was explained by Shouhan when he was on an errand with a few principals.

In this way, it is difficult.

It was easy to gather enough 140 guarantees, 21,000 households, and in a majestic manner, they received farm tools and rations according to the location decided by lot, and led the buffalo rented by the general's mansion to reclaim the wasteland.

The rest of the ninety or so had to act as an instructor (i.e., a mix of an agricultural technician and a literacy class teacher) and an inspector (oh, similar to a security officer or a militia company commander?). ), in each village to exert its own light and heat.

However, even so, Shouhan was still happy to open the second phase of the political affairs hall. The duration is much longer than the first period, eight months.

The purpose of this trip to the south was to inspect the situation of land reclamation in various places.

Along the way, Shouhan was in a good mood, and after a year of hard work by the people, the original Jing Hazel Caolai is now a farmland that has begun to take shape. Ditches have been dug around several of the better tunpu, bringing water to irrigate the freshly cultivated paddy fields, and occasionally small fish can be seen swimming happily in the water. People planted the early rice in bursts of laughter and exclamations.

A qiē is so vibrant.

"My lord, if nothing else, this year, we will no longer provide rations to the various guarantees of the 47th year of Wanli. Next year, these tunbao should be able to hand over public grain. ”

Zheng Quanfang, who was in charge of reclamation, was also smiling.

Shouhan couldn't laugh.

Although the news has not yet come, Shouhan is very clear that not long ago, in the forty-seventh year of Wanli, the Battle of Salhu broke out. In this battle, which determined the direction of the Chinese nation, under the indiscriminate command of the dumb civil officials, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were killed and wounded, and countless heavy food and salaries were turned into trophies for Jiannu. The situation in Liaodong began to reverse.

Time is running out!

This is the reason why Shouhan went south to various tunbao and villages to inspect and supervise.

I don't want to comb a money rat tail head shape in the future!

From south to north, hundreds of villages and tunbao are like chess pieces on a chessboard, as if they are scattered on the ground at will, from the sea to the mountain.

The newly built Tunpu is mixed with the original village, and according to the design and planning of Shouhan, the new Tunpu is basically about 150 households, and the distance between them is based on the half-day footwalk of an adult man. In this way, we can not only ensure that there is enough arable land, but also be able to quickly rush to each other's aid and help each other when something happens.

As it turned out, such a design was correct.

In the last year alone, 89 tunbao forts and more than 100 villages of various sizes were attacked by the natives in the mountainous areas, either burning crops or plundering the villages.

However, in front of the strong spears led by the chief of the tunpu, those natives who were extremely fierce in the past became vulnerable, and their villages often became the station of the new tunpu. Under the joint attack of the garrison and the strong men of the guards, the population, women and children, livestock, and grain in those villages became another round of seizures, adding fresh blood to the cause of defending the Han Dynasty.

"My lord, according to your meaning, the more than 40 Bao in the west near the mountainous areas have planted wheat on the slopes, and the 23 Xinbao in the mountains have planted sweet potatoes in the mountains, and they basically achieved grain self-sufficiency last year." Zheng Quanfang talked about reclamation and farming, like a few treasures.

"After I go back, in the name of the General's Mansion, I will give the twenty-three Bao Bao in the mountainous area and the more than forty Bao Bao on the slope land, and reward them! In addition, the chiefs of the mountains can trade with the mountain people, and as long as those people come according to our rules, we can trade with them for their products, such as wood, mountain goods, medicinal materials, gold and silver. Salt, cloth, grain, silk, iron! ”

In particular, the wood that Shouhan urgently lacked now was wood that could be used for shipbuilding, and he originally wanted to use roller kiln technology to quickly dry the wood, but, after calculating, there were two unpredictable problems in doing so: first, the life of the ship, and second, the number of qualified sailors.

Based on these two points, Shouhan still gave up the idea of rapid rioting, and honestly collected wood everywhere, dried it, and then recruited sailors for basic technical training.

"Look, my lord!" One of the guards exclaimed, pointing to the sky in the distance.

The skyline in the distance exudes brilliant colors, like a tapestry, with distinct layers. The clouds in the sky are like a mille-feuille, layered on top of each other, and under the urging of the wind, they continue to gather and surge. The mighty wind stirred not only the clouds, but also the sea, and the distant seashore, rows of huge waves crashed against the coastline, and the sky and the earth seemed to be a dim eggshell, sometimes gray, and then black again.

Shouhan's heart couldn't help but sink, it was summer, it was the summer westerly wind period, but he did not expect that the tropical cyclone formed from the South China Sea would be combined with the summer westerly wind.

A strong wind, or a typhoon, is coming!

"Quick! Everybody get on the horse! Get back! ”

The group jumped on their horses, whipped them hard, and galloped towards the nearest tunpu.

When the wind is strong, or when the typhoon in the summer comes, Yan Meier is about to go out to the sky ** (Mazu Temple) to incense.

"Madam, please slow down." Yan Mei'er's henchman Mrs. Cai, held her hand, got on the car bench steadily, lifted the curtain of the car neatly, asked Yan Mei'er to do it, and then shouted at the coachman, "Mrs. go to the sky ** incense, you have to be safe on the road." ”

Four guards, two accompanying maids, and two coachmen all sang a promise, "I will be careful to wait." ”

The coachman was about to shake his whip and set off, when several horses trotted towards him, led by the steward of the General's Mansion, Fauber.

"Where is this going, ma'am?" Fu Bo came to the front of the car and got off the horse to greet him, and Yan Mei'er saw that it was Fu Bo, and immediately ordered someone to lift the curtain of the car and get out of the car to greet Fu Bo.

"Fauber is hard."

"My wife is going to the Mazu Temple to offer incense to Mazu and pray for a bumper rice harvest this year." Mrs. Cai was articulate and told her master's whereabouts.

"My old man walked around the neighborhood, and the rice has already begun to fill, and depending on the situation, the harvest will not be bad. In several workshops, the babies are also very motivated. On the wharf, the rations distributed to the new guarantees in the south have been loaded into the ship, and looking at the appearance of this rice, those tunbao in the south this year should not need to receive rations from our house. ”

In a few words, the two of them communicated their respective things.

"Okay, the old man won't delay his wife's Chenguang, and his wife will go early and return early."

Yan Mei'er went to incense, in addition to praying for a bumper harvest and the purpose of his man's career, he also had a little selfishness in it.

That is, ask for a son!

In the blink of an eye, she has been admitted to the house by Shouhan for more than two years, but, according to the behind-the-scenes discussions of those broken-mouthed mothers-in-law in the house, "It's been so long, and the back of the butt is still bare and collapsed, and it seems that she is also a blessed and shallow life!" ”

She also discussed privately with her confidant Cai Pozi, and Cai Pozi also helped her find pills such as menstrual regulation seed pills to take, but there was still no good news.

In the middle of the house, she is still thin-faced and tender-faced, and it is not easy to tell Mrs. Cai.

"Madam, you might as well put a pillow underneath when you are happy with your adults, so that it is easy to have good news." Mrs. Cai is a person who has come over, and quietly pointed to the master.

Hearing this, Yan Mei'er blushed even more, that damn enemy! He's got a lot more shameful than that!

It seems that every time it has to be in someone's mouth,......

In his thoughts, looking out from the car, he had already seen the sky's eaves and arches and the pair of huge flagpoles in front of the door.

"Madam, the wind is blowing, shall we go to incense?" A newly-used maid outside, Xiuzhu, asked her loudly in the wind.

On the flagpole, the two big flags embroidered with "protect the people" and "national peace and security" were torn by the strong wind, almost becoming a plane, and the flagpole also moaned in a low voice in the wind.

"I have arrived at the gate of the sky, and there is no reason not to go in."

A typhoon is coming.

People ran back and forth, shouting loudly, and did a final inspection of their boats and houses to see if they were safe and could withstand the storm. The housewives struggled to collect the clothes that were drying outside, and then carried the firewood and grass into the stove. There are those who are not at ease, and they look at their own rice jars and barns.

A few old peasants, I don't know if it was rain or tears crisscrossed their faces, and the rain hit the hats, hit the clothes, and flowed down the body.

In front of them, there were patches of green rice fields, paddy that was growing happily, moaning in the wind and rain, falling down one by one in the majesty of the storm, and standing up and swaying in the wind one by one.

"It's over! This year's harvest, this season's paddy harvest, is over! ”

The downpour brought by the typhoon pierced the hearts of the elderly like sharp arrows. They looked at each other, the corners of their mouths twitching a few times, but they were speechless.

"It's fine! The general ordered that each family should have a reserve of rations for more than one year, and although the harvest was out of harvest this season, it would not be starving. "An old man doesn't know if he's reassuring himself or comforting others.

The children did not think as much as the adults thought, and it seemed to them that this was the time when they could easily reap the fruits of their labor, and the fish that swam out of the fish ponds and rice paddies along the water, were chased and intercepted by a group of teenagers in the streets and fields, screaming happily and catching their prey.

There are also those children who are waiting by the river for the trees that have ripened fruit on them, and they use long bamboo poles to remove the fruits from the branches and enjoy the gifts given to them by the wind and rain.

The children's behavior is inevitably reprimanded by the adults who are troubled by sorrow and impatience, and in the midst of the scolding, they bare their backs, kick and tread the water, and go to other places to find happiness.

People look at the rice lying in the water, and at the same time at the location of the backbone of their hearts. The General's Mansion in Ha Tinh.

At this moment, in the General's Mansion, people finally waited for the news of Li Shouhan.

Yan Mei'er and Fu Bo and the others didn't care about that much, and gathered around the four guards who accompanied Li Shouhan to the south to patrol.

Holding the brazier and roasting for a while, and pouring down almost a pot of ginger sugar tea, the faces of several people regained a trace of blood.

Huang Acheng, the head of the guard, trembled and took out a Zhaowen bag from the oilcloth bag. Carefully check whether there is water in and whether the paperwork inside is wet with water.

"How's it going?"

"What do you command?"

Several people asked one after another.

"It's good for adults! At the moment, we are checking the disaster situation in the Ujibo area. ”

"Amitabha! Mazu bless! ”

Hearing that Li Shouhan was safe and sound, and that he was inspecting the disaster in Xinbao, which was sorted by 1,000 characters, people immediately let go of their hearts that had been hanging for several days.

"What do you want you to bring back?"

After a moment of joy, Fauber turned to the point.

"If you go back to the head of Fu, you have something for us to bring back."

Huang Acheng calmed down a little, "First, after I come back, the government must inform all places at a speed of 100,000 that the lodging rice must not be lifted up, and those who violate it will not be given rations after the harvest is lost!" ”

Yes?! This one?

"Second, as soon as the rain stopped, ditches were dug everywhere to drain all the water from the fields."

"Third, the general has recently organized disaster relief in the area of Yuzibao, and ordered Er and others to report to the adults after finding out the damage of the Ha Jing disaster."

"Fourth, this thing is ordered by the general, quickly organize the Taiping Cave, the smelter and other workshops, stop the work in your hand, collect straw, lime and other things, and deploy them according to this method, and within five days, you must produce all according to the requirements of the adults. Violators, be decided! ”

This is an unprecedentedly strict order from Shouhan since he ascended to the position of general, and he can't help but make all the people present and those who heard this order feel a chill in their backs.

While the rain was still falling, the workshops of Ha Jing began to operate slowly but definitely vigorously like a huge waterwheel.

Stacks of straw and piles of sawmill scraps were piled up and burned to ashes, and then some officials and slaves braved the heat to collect the ashes, and they were also told that if the mission was not done well and the relief was delayed, although the adults would not kill their heads, the food standard would definitely be lowered.

In the fields, people dig deep ditches with shovels, oh no, shovels made of nine turns of steel, drain the water that has accumulated in the fields, and warn each other not to help the rice that has fallen into the water.

Soon, the new material produced by boiling the plant ash and lime water together was sent to the paddy fields after the disaster.

"This is it! Sprinkle it in the field, and sprinkle fifty pounds per acre of field! "The soldiers and officers at all levels of the Phoenix Garden, the Qilin Battalion, the Xuanwu Battalion, and the Guards Battalion used vehicles, horses, and people to carry them on their backs and shoulders, pulling baskets of things that seemed to be unknown to the fields." Adults have something to say! This is sprinkled in the field, and after three or five days, the rice will naturally stand up on its own. Each acre of land is sprinkled according to the standard of 100 catties! ”

For the shortage, each family paid five catties of straw for one catty to the government in exchange for this sacred object that is said to allow the fallen rice to stand on its own.

Fu Bo requisitioned almost all the vehicles that He Jing could use, and dispatched more than 1,700 official slaves to transport these supplies south to help the affected Xinbao and the newly annexed villages.

"These are the things that can make the rice stand up on its own when they are sprinkled in the ground?" Several old peasants could not say that they were skeptical of this, and they almost completely did not believe it.

Regarding their doubts, others used Shouhan's own example to counter, "Since my lord took over the throne, what thing is not incredible?" What is not the one that will benefit us greatly? Listen to adults, it's always good! ”

Get! These words make people speechless, anyway, the scene in the field is also desperate, so they simply use dead horses as live horse doctors. Since the adults let this thing be sprinkled, then it will be sprinkled.

Unexpectedly, three or five days later, when people gathered together in the fields to discuss when to replant rice, they were suddenly surprised to find that the rice that had been lying on the ground listlessly a few days ago had now straightened up and was trying to stand up straight!

"Crackling! Cracking sound! "The sound of firecrackers exploded one after another in the villages everywhere. Countless people flocked to Ha Tinh from all over the country to kowtow to the general on the school field outside the general's palace to thank him.

The hundreds of Jiangbei villages that had just been attached for less than two years, under the leadership of a cadre of villagers headed by Meng Linkan, beat gongs and drums all the way for hundreds of miles to thank them.

Since then, it has been completely used by the Han Dynasty. From Hejing to the north of the Lingjiang River, they all look forward to guarding the Han horse.

In the spring and summer of the forty-eighth year of Wanli, Shouhan made Li Tian Fen after the wind disaster, which won the hearts of the people.

As soon as this thing came out, people who had been mentally prepared for the harvest were surprised to find that many plots seemed to have increased slightly compared to previous years!

"You sue me, what is in your Litian powder?" After a fierce intercourse, Yan Mei'er crunched on the body of Shouhan Khan and asked in a coquettish voice.

"It's nothing, just plant ash and lime water to boil. Your father-in-law, I am the chosen figure of the gods, so naturally the gods help me. ”

"Whew!" Yan Mei'er laughed, "Then you say, why didn't you know that there was going to be this disaster earlier?" We lost two lucky ships in vain, as well as more than 3,000 stone of grain on board. Why didn't you say this? ”

"Oh! Oh, this, the heavenly secret must not be revealed, and it is not a blessing for Seon to lose his horse? ”

Yes, if Seon loses his horse, how do you know if it is a blessing?

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