Chapter 66 - Summer Planting and Autumn Harvest

Cao Cao was silent when he heard Guo Jia's words, and after thinking about it for a long time, he nodded, and began to say: "That's it, this year has indeed been a conquest in all directions, and the cost is huge, and it is time to go back and be busy with the autumn harvest, otherwise I am afraid that the grain and grass will be insufficient!" ”

"The lord is wise!"

Hearing Cao Cao's words, the strategists sitting below immediately saluted and responded with a salute and slapped their ass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cao Cao looked at everyone, listened to the flattering words in his ear, stroked his beard, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Don't think I can't hear that you are complimenting me, pat less sycophants and do more!" ”

"Let's all go down and get ready! Early tomorrow morning, the army will return to Xudu, as for this Wancheng...... Let's leave it to Cao Ren to be stationed for the time being! ”

After the words fell, Cao Cao waved his hand at everyone and signaled them to retreat.

After receiving Cao Cao's signal, everyone agreed and slowly withdrew from the palace hall, returned to their respective residences, and began to prepare before leaving.

Just when Cao Cao and others were still talking about returning to the capital to harvest autumn, Jiangdong, which was thousands of miles away, had already begun to harvest the rice in the farmland.

For a long time, millet was planted in the north and rice was planted in the south, but it was limited to the development of the times, and the rice at this time was only one crop a year, and only in the Jiaozhi area further south of Jiangdong did there be two crops a year or even three crops a year.

However, at this time, the Jiaozhi area was not very peaceful, and the indigenous people who had not been sinicized were still in a state of ignorance about rice planting, and more people were people who did not like to work.

What if you are hungry, just run out of the jungle and grab the Han people.

Since then, the Cochin area has been in a state of chaos for many years, and no Han people have discovered that the rice grown here can be harvested twice a year or even three times a year.

Lu Xun stood on the ridge of the field, looking at the tenants who were constantly working in his farmland, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Looking at the ears of rice that were not very grainy, Lu Xun sighed.

Although in the eyes of these tenants, this can be regarded as a bumper harvest year, but in Lu Xun's view, it is far from enough.

Because of the extensive farming method, the average yield per mu is only less than three stones, which is simply low compared to Jizhou in the north, but even Yanzhou is not comparable.

With such a grain output, how can it be qualified to dominate the world.

Seeing an old man holding the cut ears of rice aside, he slowly went up to the ridge of the field, grabbed the leech that was already full of blood on his feet, threw it directly on the ground, and stepped on it.

When he lifted his feet, the place where the leech was on the ridge was already bright red.

It was the blood that had been sucked from the old man's body.

And the family and government that are ordinary to themselves are not like this leech, absorbing the blood and sweat of these people called "mud legs" to support themselves.

Looking at such a scene, Lu Xun's heart seemed a little heavy.

This is the truest portrayal of the people of the Han family.

Thinking about it, the outbreak of the Yellow Turban Rebellion is not unreasonable, because it is only enough to live, but it also has to bear heavy taxes and forced labor.

Lu Xun slowly walked towards the old man, and Jiang Qin, who was following closely behind, couldn't help frowning.

He didn't know what Lu Xun wanted to do.

Lu Xun came to the old man's side, saluted the old man, and said slowly: "Boy Lu Xun, I saw that the old man and others had been working hard for a long time, but the yield was not high in the harvest season, I don't know why?" ”

"Since my husband has been farming here for many years, I wonder if I can solve the boy's doubts?"

The old man heard Lu Xun's words, and when he heard Lu Xun report his name, a look of panic flashed on his face.

After hearing Lu Xun's name, he clearly knew that the young man standing in front of him was the master of all the tenants who worked in this field.

Usually, when these tenants see other nobles, they can't help nodding their heads and bowing their waists, and they put their posture to the lowest, let alone their own masters.

But now, Lu Xun, as the head of these tenants, saluted the old man first, how could this not make the old man panic.

He got up from the ridge where he was sitting, and his dirty hands rubbed back and forth on the clothes he was wearing, as if trying to wipe the wet mud off his hands.

hurriedly saluted Lu Xun, and the old man hurriedly confessed: "The old man deserves a gift from the master's family, if the master's family has anything to ask, as long as the old man knows, he will definitely tell the master's family!" ”

Lu Xun heard the old man's words, his brows furrowed slightly, and he heard from the old man's words that the old man was panicked in his heart, but he couldn't remember the problem he just said.

"My Han Dynasty has ruled the country with filial piety since Emperor Gaozu, how dare the kid be disrespectful to his father-in-law!"

"It's just that I have doubts in my heart, my husband and others have worked hard for a long time, but why is the yield not high in the harvest season?"

Hearing Lu Xun's question, the old man smiled at Lu Xun and shook his head: "The master doesn't know, this is already a bumper harvest!" ”

"Harvest?"

Lu Xun looked at the golden ears of rice in the field, and his brows furrowed.

According to the old man's words, this mu yield can be regarded as a bumper harvest, so what kind of scene would it be if it was a disaster year.

"But I'm afraid that this mu yield can't even be compared to the millet in the north, how can it be considered a bumper harvest?"

"The lord doesn't know that the corn in the north is drought-tolerant, barren-tolerant, and a fine farming method, while the rice cultivation time in my southern region is much shorter than that of millet, so I don't know how to cultivate it finely, and it can only be extensive farming."

"Compared with the two, the yield of corn in the north is naturally higher than that in the south."

Hearing the old man's words, Lu Xun's heart was even more puzzled: "Then why don't you change to planting corn in the north?" ”

"Alas, the lord doesn't know, we have also planted corn in the north, but because it is rainy in the south, so every time it rains, most of the corn planted in the field will not be able to afford it, and in the end it is not as good as rice."

The old man said slowly to Lu Xun, sighed, and shook his head.

Seeing that Lu Xun was silent, after the old man confessed, he returned to the field again to harvest the rice.

Lu Xun looked at the back of the old man leaving, and his heart was filled with infinite sourness.

Squatting down, looking at the rice ears left by the old man on the ridges, Lu Xun slowly stroked the not very full grains on it, and couldn't help sighing:

"Gongyi, the people plant in the summer and harvest in the autumn, but they only have this harvest, but they also have to bear heavy taxes and forced labor, how bitter!"

"However, there are a few people in the world who can see ......"