On the banks of the Feng River.

"Mingjun? The world is big, where is Mingjun! ”

The water was too cold, and I looked around in a daze.

In contrast to the vibrancy of the south of the Yangtze River, this ancient land is no less impressive, and a dam in front of them, which was just completed this year, crosses the Feng River, forcing the river to overflow into a miniature waterfall more than half a foot high, which falls downstream and continues to flow towards the Wei River.

But the river narrows significantly.

There is a sharp contrast between the river surface with a width of more than 50 zhang in front of the barrage and the river surface that is only a dozen zhang downstream.

This contrast is not a special visual landscape, of course, but an eastward canal upstream, along which the water of the Fenghe River continues to divide into branch canals, then into more and narrower branches, and finally into the arid land. Irrigated by these rivers from the lofty mountains of the Qinling Mountains, the wheat fields that have begun to tassel are a strong dark green......

The color of hope.

A color that indicates a good harvest in the coming soon.

A few vegetable gardens not far away are also green under the irrigation of this precious rain, but instead of greens, potatoes bought from the south.

The sight of the water too cold continued along the channel.

The ancient city of Chang'an looms.

And in this ancient land, you can see countless soldiers wearing the gray uniforms of the Shun army are busy, using shovels, baskets, and small wheelbarrows to constantly dig out the dry soil and transport it away, and the dust they create is floating in the sky. The scene stretched to the end of the line of sight, and if it weren't for the narrow barrier between them and the water, the water would have continued along the channel they had just dug under their feet.

More than 10,000 Shun troops and militia worked day and night to extend the irrigation area of the canal.

A special figure can even be seen among them......

"Humph!"

Qian Qianyi sneered.

With a complicated expression, he looked at Li Zicheng, who was digging with the soldiers.

Although he also knew that the traitor was doing a good job.

Li Zicheng, with tens of thousands of soldiers of the Shun army and the militia of Chang'an, spent a year building a barrage on the Feng River, and then used this barrage to force the water of the Feng River into multiple channels along the river to irrigate both banks. The same water conservancy projects can be seen everywhere in Guanzhong at this time, except for the Jinghui Canal, which was repaired with the original Zhengguo Canal and its affiliated canals, several major tributaries on both sides of the Wei River all have similar barrage water interception irrigation systems.

This is the Fenghui Canal on the Feng River.

This barrage, together with the other six and Jinghui canals, is collectively known as the Guanzhong Bahui.

Li Zicheng is the foundation of a neutral state.

In order to build these eight channels, he even traveled thousands of miles, preferring to transport less grain and brought a large amount of cement from the south, replacing the binder of glutinous rice with cement. After the completion of this Fenghui Canal, it can irrigate 30,000 acres of fertile land in the suburbs of Chang'an, which is the best irrigated land, and the yield per mu is comparable to that of the top paddy fields in the south, and after the completion of the Jinghui Canal, it can even irrigate 600,000 acres of fertile land on the north bank of the Wei River.

"Nearly three hundred years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there have been countless famous ministers in Shaanxi, and there have been countless famous ministers, but in the end they are not as good as a rogue, it's really ridiculous!"

Gong Dingxiao, who was beside Qian Qianyi, said.

It is said that the remaining two of Jiang Zuosan's family gathered in Guanzhong like this, as for the other Wu Weiye......

Uh, dead.

Wu died two years after being in a vegetative state.

He did not create a medical miracle after all, he finally did not get up from the vegetative state, and finally died in a vegetative state, it is said that he was buried on the day of the female Taoist Bian Yujing also went, in the drizzle for him to sing a song, mourning lingering so that the listeners are all sad.

"Xiaosheng wants to assist the Holy Lord and cause peace?"

Qian Qianyi said sarcastically.

Gong Dingyu is quite favored under Li Zicheng, and Gu Hengbo, who is with him, has a great friendship with Li Zicheng's princess, and even Gong Dingyu is no longer the minister of Longxing Tianzi, but a subordinate of the Qin Palace, but just to do some copywriting, after all, Li Zicheng's cronies can't take his turn.

"Otherwise, the younger brother has been removed from the family tree by the clan."

Gong Dingxiao said.

"Besides, what's wrong with this Li Zicheng? At this time, everyone in Guanzhong has a field, every household has a house, grain is distributed according to demand, the king of Qin works with the people, men and women weave, the night does not close the household, the officials are not greedy, and the people have no lawsuits. ”

He continued.

Qian Qianyi looked at him, as if he wanted to see from his face whether this was true or false, and it was too strange for Gong Da Poet, who was a frequent visitor on the Qinhuai River, to think like this.

Li Zicheng was in Guanzhong at this time, and it was a commune.

It is said that this is still the word in his evil book, including Guanzhong Bahui, which is actually the design of that book, and the members of the commune are also militia, but unlike Yang Qing, his agricultural production here is organized by the commune, and the land is still grown by himself, but he must sell a fixed amount of surplus grain to the grain house in exchange for various other agricultural tools and other things. There is no tax, but grain is not allowed to be traded by the people, and land is not allowed to be traded, and it is a capital offense to dare to trade in Yongye Tian, and public water conservancy construction and other public ones are organized by the commune. Some of the surplus grain from the grain houses was kept for public use, and the rest was handed over to the state for distribution, and the standing army and other non-agricultural populations were supplied in fixed quantities, as well as for disaster relief, but the number of non-agricultural people here was so small that even the commune officials had to participate in labor.

Including Li Zicheng and his princess.

Li Zicheng is a princess, and there are no other women, and he himself is not good at this.

As for his subordinates and generals, he doesn't care.

But no matter how many women there are, these women must participate in the workforce.

This strange and even heretical system in the eyes of the gentry ensured that everyone in the land of Guanzhong, which was extremely short of food, could have food. Just when the conditions were far better in the Dolgon-controlled area than here, when a mutiny broke out in the capital due to famine, almost no one in Guanzhong, the poorest land among the various forces of the Ming Dynasty, starved to death.

Although not very full.

But compared to the past when they were starving all over the wilderness, the people have been very satisfied.

I have to say that Li Zicheng has created a miracle.

Of course, this also has the credit of Yang Qing's one million stones per year, and the credit of the Shun army's bloody plundering in the northwest, but in any case, Li Zicheng has achieved that everyone in this land that was starving before has food and clothing. Not to mention that he is still leading his subordinates to carry out large-scale water conservancy construction, the cultivation area of sweet potatoes is getting bigger and bigger, and potatoes have begun to be promoted in various places, and the increase in grain production in Guanzhong is already an inevitable result. Such is the advantage of the commune system, which is the easiest way to organize water conservancy projects, and the fastest way to spread new crops and new agricultural technologies.

As for the rule of officials, it is simpler.

He also has his own brocade guards who are responsible for internal supervision, especially those who are corrupt, and they are the ones who restore Zhu Baba.

Peel the grass directly.

In this era, there is no need to talk about those messy things, even if he peels the skin of corrupt officials, no one will think that he is cruel, after all, his subordinates, from soldiers to generals, are victims of persecution by corrupt officials and corrupt officials for half their lives. Even if there will be a change in mentality due to a change in status, it will not be something that can be changed in a year or two, at least at this time, the Shun army is still very resolute when carrying out Li Zicheng's orders.

Of course, the gentry ceased to exist under this system.

Land cannot be traded, grain cannot be traded, so how can the gentry still exist?

And Li Zicheng's official selection will not pass the imperial examination, all his subordinates are militarized, and the commune officials are also military positions, but some are old or disabled, and all the common people are mainly adult men, and they are all militarized, and there is no such class as a citizen at all, that is, soldiers or militia, and even women are militia. A commune is a battalion, the center of the generalissimo's office, the establishment of the 24th army generals, the generals are stationed in various places, the jurisdiction of an army is equivalent to the past prefecture, the jurisdiction of a brigade is equivalent to the past county, the brigade below is a commune, when there is no war to maintain the establishment and part of the standing army, when the war is like the Han Dynasty Taishou led the army, the conscription is full of troops.

What was looted went to the commune.

The amount of robbery is distributed within the Commune itself.

Therefore, the internal expedition has always maintained a very high enthusiasm, after all, the expedition can grab things, and how much they grab is their own commune, and the interior of the battalion is also extremely united, if someone dies on the battlefield, then others will support his family, which is no different from Yang Qing's imperial village.

Industry and commerce are state-owned.

Salt is issued according to the population, which is purchased in the commune, and other miscellaneous goods are purchased in the same state-run shops with the income from the sale of surplus grain or the income from looting, including some cane sugar, which is counted as a luxury product. Medical care and education are free, and doctors and teachers are all on public food, that is, food stamps are issued according to the population, and they are purchased with tickets, and the price of food is not high, but don't want to buy them without tickets. In addition, the foreign trade state-run is to sell goods from Jiangnan to the Western Regions and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the money earned is used to purchase grain from Yang Qing.

This system......

"Heresy, demons, Gangchang is lost, etiquette does not exist, almost like a demon domain!"

The water was too cold and said hatefully.

"It's the Demon Domain, and it's also the Peach Spring! Compared to the starvation under Dorgon's rule, who does Mu Zhai think is better? ”

Gong Dingxiao said with a smile.

"Are you really falling into it?"

Qian Qianyi said suspiciously.

"No, the little brother is very sober, I'm waiting."

Gong Dingyu said with a chattering spirit.

"Wait?"

Qian Qianyi said.

"Yes, wait!

Wait for the day when Li Zicheng's dream turns into a bubble, and wait for the day when the true nature of others is revealed!

Remember, Mu Zhaigong, one day we will win without a fight! Whether Yang Qing or Li Zicheng is useless, human nature will not change, they are just dreaming, and their dream will eventually become a bubble. But at the moment they are strong and we are weak, it is not wise to fight them, what we need to do is lie dormant among them and wait, time will judge! ”

Gong Dingxiao patted Qian Qianyi on the shoulder as he spoke, and then continued: "Mu Zhaigong, please remember that the world is ours after all, and thirty years later, we will continue to sit on the painting boat of the Qinhuai River and treat them as a joke. ”