Chapter 168 There is no one who eats idle meals

If you only look at the dynamics of these nobles, Yun Lang will definitely come to a conclusion that the Great Han Kingdom will not last for a long time.

However, he knows the history, so the Great Han Kingdom still existed steadily for a hundred years, and still maintained its strong rule.

Since the previous conclusion is wrong, another important theory can be drawn - that is, the departure and retention of the noble class may have a weakening effect on a country, but it is not a group of people who must exist.

Compared with the nobles, Yun Lang thought that the common people were the main force that made a race last for thousands of years and remain famous.

Of course, Yun Lang hopes that the Han race will exist forever, and if possible, he hopes that this ancient and noble race can last for ten thousand years.

In this case, to be kind to the people is to show a little kindness to one's race.

Yun Lang believes that the most important thing is to give birth to an efficient agricultural area, and only by improving the efficiency of agriculture to a certain level will commerce naturally prosper.

No one likes poverty, as long as a person has the ambition to become rich, and this ambition is particularly strong in the Han people.

In winter, the brickyard that Yun Lang passed by has now changed, and when he walked into the brickyard, Yun Lang didn't see the cunning old man, nor did he see the ragged brick burners.

I thought that someone had taken away his brickyard, but after asking people, I learned that the cunning old man had resold his brickyard to a rich stranger when his dragon kiln was about to reach the end of its useful life.

The strangers only burned seven or eight kiln bricks, and the entire dragon kiln was burned down.

Now, the outsider who took away the dragon kiln with the power of honor wants to cry without tears.

Yun Lang listened to this almost legendary story, and his eyebrows danced when he heard it, and he was even sure that when he walked into the brick yard in winter, the damn old man was calculating him, fortunately, he had no interest in this brick kiln, otherwise, it would be him Yun Lang who couldn't cry or laugh now.

The stories of the common people at the bottom who used their wisdom to defeat the stupid rich are always so relished, and always so pleasant.

As a representative story of the rich and the conscience and the poor, Yun Lang listened to it very much, and on the spur of the moment, he sent someone to send a pound of tea to the old guy who transferred the brick kiln.

"The man who was on the verge of bankruptcy by the poor was actually me."

Cao Xiang looked up at the blue sky and sighed: "I really want to pinch that old bastard to death, the servant sent to him was sent back, but the guy named Ying Xuelin broke his leg and sent him back."

Then, I forgot about that old bastard and began to find trouble with Ying Xuelin, and then, when I came to the door, the damn county official threw the big seal into my arms, and then said, I don't dare to be our Cao official, and I am going to go home to raise donkeys, I hope I can be gracious! ”

Yun Lang was overjoyed, waved his hand and said, "Did you touch the hob meat?" ”

Cao Xiang's white jade-like face suddenly turned red, and he said hatefully: "He is a thousand-load Zhengyin county official, chasing me to make a big gift to bow to His Majesty, you say, what are you waiting for if I don't run?" ”

Yun Lang said strangely: "A county official of a thousand stones? ”

Cao Xiang pointed in the direction of Fuguicheng and said: "The whole Han is alone with him Ying Xuelin, and my uncle took a fancy to his hob temperament, so he placed him in Fuguicheng to fight against us." ”

Yun Lang nodded and said, "So you didn't dare to take someone's big seal?" ”

Cao Xiang smiled bitterly: "I ran on a horse, but he didn't catch up." ”

Leaving the land of Cao's failed industrial acquisition, there are large tracts of farmland further on.

The rape flowers all over the mountain are blooming, and the scene of bees dancing and butterflies is intoxicating.

The wheat seedlings on the edge of the rape field also rose a foot high, and the blooming rape flowers seemed to give the green carpet a brilliant golden edge.

When he came here, Cao Xiang smiled like a fox, since he was promoted to a big farmer, as long as this guy sees crops, he will show this disgusting look.

"This is the foundation of the empire's strength!"

"A group of poor ghosts will honestly accept Lao Tzu's exploitation only when they have a full belly, you see, they have been working hard all their lives, except for the little thing they have eaten in their stomachs, the rest are all Lao Tzu.

Only those who do not have such compassion in their hearts are the ones who are truly good to them. ”

When Cao Xiang was bragging, Yun Lang suddenly found that now, the farmers working on the plains began to wear no clothes again.

I couldn't see it from a distance, but no matter how I looked at it, it was all a black lump, definitely not a clothed one.

"Do you know how much effort it took me to get the farmers and women in Shanglin Yuan to put on their clothes?"

Yun Lang's tone was low, but there was anger that could not be concealed.

For a long time, Yun Lang has insisted that a person can only be truly counted as a person if he puts on his clothes and eats enough, and if he can't achieve these two points, he is a beast and a wild man.

Cao Xiang laughed and said: "The palace slaves you pitied in the past have now become free people, people have land, and they only work for themselves, and now there is a Han person among these people who are working, all of whom are Hun slaves." ”

Yun Lang glanced at Cao Xiang suspiciously, rode over to take a look, and soon came back, Cao Xiang was right, all of them were Huns, but, judging from their skillful ploughing movements, they didn't look like Huns.

"The Huns in Crouching Tiger Land have all been trained to look like this?"

"Yes, of the 300,000 Huns, less than 200,000 are dead, and all those who can't farm are starving to death, and the rest are naturally able to farm.

People, there is no hardship that cannot be endured, under the threat of life and death, it is nothing to not be able to farm, in that case, if they all become excellent lings, they can also do it. ”

"In that case, why do you have to chain their feet?"

Cao Xiang frowned and said: "Now there is a saying that is very loud, some people say that these Huns are actually the Huns Liu Ling specially sent to the Han Dynasty, Liu Ling thinks that there are too few people in the Huns who will farm the land, and they can only shepherd sheep, and the Huns can only follow the cattle and sheep all over the mountains and fields, and there is no fixed place to live, only when they learn to farm, the Huns will appear in the city, there will be a stable territory, and there will be people who can collect taxes at any time.

When one day, the Hun army comes, these Huns can even be regarded as internal responses, and the Hun army should be combined with the outside to break through the cities of our Han Dynasty, and after plundering a batch, they will hide in the depths of the desert and wait for the Huns to become strong again. ”

Yun Lang thought for a moment and said, "This is impossible. ”

Cao Xiang shook his head and said: "Taihang, there are Huns in the Wangwu generation......"

Yun Lang continued to shake his head and said: "It's still impossible, such a thing as giving one's own people as slaves to the enemy, and then looting them back, I thought it was possible when Emperor Wen was there, but now, there is no possibility at all."

Maybe this is the news from Liu Ling again, that is, he wants us to kill all the slaves, so that we don't have enough manpower to attack Mobei. ”

Cao Xiang laughed and said: "These are none of our business, if the generals in the border areas can't resist the enemy outside the country now, there is no need for them to exist."

Even if all the slaves here start to riot, it is a matter of one night to kill them all, and if you want to make trouble in Chang'an, where there are many soldiers and horses, there is no second way to go except death. ”

"It would be nice if the second generation of Xiongnu was born on a large scale."

"It is impossible for the second generation of Xiongnu to be born, and the Xiongnu women are married to the Qiang people and other ethnic groups, but they do not give the Huns a chance to spread in Guanzhong."

"How do these aliens of the Qiang people restrain themselves?"

"Sinicization of a part, differentiation of a part, dismantling the large ethnic group into small tribes, dismantling the small tribes into villages, and living together with my Han people, this kind of thing, we don't have to worry about it, those Confucian children in the court like to do this kind of thing the most.

In their opinion, this is also a thousand years of merit, that is, the so-called bloodless soldiers to let the enemy die.

You have never seen how the local tyrants and inferior gentry in the countryside treat foreigners, as long as you set up an ancestral hall, no matter who you are, what your surname is, or what kind of clan you are, you must worship the same ancestor with them, worship the same god, wear the same clothes, eat the same food, and say the same words, after a few years, who can remember who they are?

Not all of them became their clansmen in the end, and finally became Han people.

This speed may be faster than you think. ”

And the destruction is very simple, and it can be said that there is no scum left at all.