Chapter 44 The Incident of Tuntian

Meng Zhijing and Zhang Yan looked at Gong Nian Huai pointing at the stream with a smile, not in a hurry, and when they heard Gong Nian Huai say that there were many small insects in the water, Zhang Yan squatted down and picked up a handful, and came to Meng Zhijing's eyes, "Childe, see if there are any small insects in here." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Meng Zhijing leaned forward very seriously, stared at the big eyes and touched them, and shook his head very seriously, "No." ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai shook his hand, turned around and walked towards the ox cart, "Believe it or not, there will be a day when you regret it." When I make the microscope, you'll know how rich it is. Hum. ”

Meng Zhijing and Zhang Yan followed behind Gong Nian Huai, Meng Zhijing also said, "Nian Huai, if you can prove that there are really little insects in this water, my brother will make a big splash for you." ”

Gong Nian Huai shook his head as he walked, many times seeing is not believing. What I see is the phenomenon, and the word phenomenon is so good. The present image, what the image is, the image is the appearance, the part of the macrocosm. The microcosm is invisible to the eye, but it is still real.

There is also the human heart, which is really incomprehensible just by looking at it. Isn't there an old saying that it is difficult to draw bones when painting dragons and tigers, and knowing people and faces does not know their hearts. There are also poems that test jade to be burned for three days, and it is necessary to wait for seven years to distinguish it, which shows that people's hearts are more difficult to see. Seeing is not believing, and that's true.

Gong Nian Huai didn't talk nonsense with the two of them, and walked all the way to the ox cart. The old cow was chewing on the grass, and when he heard the movement, he looked up, and with a moo, he greeted the people who came over.

"Nian Huai, are there really little insects in the water?" The more Meng Zhijing who was following behind him, the more he thought about it, the more unsteady he became, and he caught up and walked side by side with Gong Nian Huai. Zhang Yanzi went to drive the ox cart.

"Brother Meng, where are those who get malaria? What is their daily life like? ”

As soon as Meng Zhijing heard malaria, his whole body trembled, "Nian Huai, drinking cold water will get malaria?" They are on the construction site, and they usually live there. But people with malaria have been isolated. ”

"Brother Meng, what do you say, let's go to the construction site and have a look. The younger brother is very curious, now is not the time for farming, why is it in the field? ”

Meng Zhijing raised his arm and gestured around, "Nian Huai, this piece of land is very large, and what my brother sees is only a small part." Moreover, the river here is vertical and horizontal, the soil is fertile and the grass is lush, not only to tun the fields, but also to raise horses. If you can train a cavalry, why not be afraid of harassment by the golden soldiers. Even if, as my brother feared, the Mongols came, my Zaoyang army would have to fight. ”

"Raising horses?" Gong Yi Nianhuai looked around, raising horses seemed to be a luxury, at least the horse raising he saw in later generations was not a simple thing. Of course, there is no problem at all in using it as a pack horse or ploughing the field, but if it is a war horse for cavalry, this should be a different matter. As for whether horses can be raised in Zaoyang, Gong Nian Huai is not a professional, so he does not dare to make a vain evaluation.

Whether you can have the ability to fight the Mongols after having a war horse has to be said separately. Again, one or two weapons are not the decisive factor in determining the course of a war.

"Haha, the junior brother never doubted the Meng family's combat power and will to fight. It's a pity, Brother Meng, the Meng family army is only a small link in the Great Song Dynasty's combat system. ”

"Hey, hey, Brother Nianhuai, as for other links, the little brother can't be the master, wherever there is my Meng family's father and son, it will not let the foreign race run rampant."

Gong Yi Nian Huai agrees with this, from what his old boss Meng Hui said, no matter whether there are beautiful words or not, at least this Meng Hui slowed down the sinking speed of the big ship of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Moreover, after Meng Heng's death, his subordinate Wang Jian went to Sichuan, and the Battle of Diaoyu City directly changed the direction of world history. There is also a Yu Jue, who is good friends with Meng Jue, before going to Sichuan, Meng Jue also helped Yu Jue with a lot of grain and grass, oh, by the way, it is the Meng Zhijing in front of him, and he personally led the troops to Sichuan to assist Yu Jue for a period of time.

Is Yu Jue born now, and how did he establish a relationship with Meng Hui?

Gong Yi Nianhuai endured it again and again, and finally didn't ask this question. If even Meng Zhijing doesn't know this person, and he asks rashly, although it won't make people think about it, it's always a troublesome thing that is not easy to explain.

A cart of three people scurried through the greenery, and compared to this land, a cart of three people was no bigger than a grass, but they could trample the grass under their feet.

The three of them walked all the way, kicking the stones that blocked the way into the air from time to time, so that the butterfly almost broke its wings. Burrowing animals either poke their heads out to listen, or pout their butts and prepare to run into their holes.

The two-legged ones never put the four-legged ones in their eyes. It seems that the strength is not directly proportional to the number of legs.

The road changed, and suddenly a wooden bridge appeared in front of me, which was being built on the Nanchang River.

Gong Nian Huai looked at the direction of the village, and the trees blocked the ridge, blocking the view, and the actual distance was estimated to be about ten miles.

Gong Nian Huai and Meng Zhijing walked side by side on the bridge, the bridge was not wide, and it was barely possible for two ox carts to stagger through. The bridge deck is made of logs cut in half and spliced together. Underneath are bridges made of thick logs.

Thick wooden piles are dug deep into the riverbed and support the entire deck. When the river flows through the stakes, it stirs up a whirlpool, splits into two strands, bypasses the stakes, and then forms another strand and flows downstream. There was a faint booming sound.

After crossing this wooden bridge, it is the north bank of Nanchangshui.

As far as the eye can see, it is different from the South Coast. Everywhere in the puddles, the sunlight hits the water, reflecting a bright white light. Seeing that the fields are gradually decreasing, the grass is lush and the grass is deep.

It is estimated that the land within the line of sight can be reclaimed for more than 100,000 mu of land, which can increase the grain of 200,000 or 300,000 stones a year, and there is no pressure at all to feed 50,000 or 60,000 people.

If it is true, as Meng Zhijing said, this area used to be a piece of farmland, but then no one cultivated it and abandoned it, then these lands are cooked land, and if the wild grass on the ground is cleared out and leveled a little, grain can be grown. If you had been about two months earlier, you would have seen not artemisia grass, but green crops.

It seems that one is time and the other is population, which restricts the reclamation and consolidation of wasteland.

"Brother Meng, if this piece of land is to be reclaimed, the number of people needed will not be small, and it will always take 10,000 people to complete it." Gong Yi Nian Huai touched it for a while, but still did not see the scene of the crowd surging and the large-scale production movement in full swing.

"There are more than 10,000 farmers in need. The river should be dredged, the highlands should be diverted, and these water berths should be cofferdammed to create fields, none of which are small projects. This winter and next spring is the climax. After these things are completed, rice will be planted if there is more water, and wheat and miscellaneous grains will be planted if there is less water. ”

Gong Nian Huai bent down and picked a wild flower, rubbed it in his hand, and as soon as he let go, the wild flower wilted and fell down, and Meng Zhijing's words went in and out of his right ear, and he didn't take it to heart. Gong Nian Huai did not doubt the enthusiasm of Meng Zhijing, nor did he doubt the confidence of these Song people.

It is not enough to rely on enthusiasm and confidence to do things, but also to have the means and resources to support enthusiasm and confidence.

In the era of relying entirely on manpower and animal power, building water conservancy and reclaiming wasteland is not a small project, and it is difficult to imagine without a huge investment of manpower and material resources, and of course there must be scientific planning and organization. If you don't prepare enough, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Nianhuai, further north from now on, there are still dozens of miles of land waiting for us to reclaim. The piece in front of me is just a drop in the ocean. ”

"Well, there are no ten or eight years that can't be cultivated." Gong Nian Huai's mouth couldn't control it again, and the poisonous water sprayed out again.

Brother Meng didn't stare, and listened to what the younger brother said. Oh, Brother Rong asked Brother Meng a question first, Brother Meng thought it through before answering, and Brother Rong was not in a hurry to get an answer. Why Tuntian, who will come to Tuntian, and who will protect Tuntian? ”

"Haha, Nian Huai, for my brother, I'll give you the answer. Tuntian can accumulate grain and grass to enrich border defense, and it can also recruit homeless people to come to Tuntian, two problems. As for who will protect Tuntian, this is a question that does not need to be answered, of course, I am loyal to the army. How is it, is my brother's answer satisfactory? ”

Gong Nian Huai muttered a wild flower in his mouth, glanced at the complacent Meng Zhijing, and snorted lightly, "If the answer is so simple, will the junior brother take it out and ask Brother Meng?" The little brother is shallow, but he doesn't dare to insult Brother Meng's knowledge. ”

Meng Zhijing was a little stunned, "In the past, when my grandfather was in Tuntian, did he also think about such a problem?" "Meng Zhijing was messy, and even Meng Zongzheng moved out. However, it also shows that he is thinking about comparing the similarities and differences between Meng Qizongzheng's Tuntian and the current Tuntian.

It's good to be able to compare, and you can find problems by comparison.

"When Grandpa Meng was in Tuntian, the Song-Jin War was still going on, right? Now, the Song-Jin War has already ended four or five years, why has no one come to organize the tuntian in these four or five years, otherwise the good land will not become the current barren grass and green fields. The younger brother wants to ask, who is the hand of Tuntian's policy? Why do you choose this point in time, you don't want to take advantage of it again. ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai faintly felt that there was something strange about Tuntian this time, he did not question the matter of Tuntian, but why he did it at this moment.

What time and place is there for doing good deeds? This is what kind people think. But the people who promote Tuntian are not normal people, or they cannot be simply divided by kindness or unkindness.

"Hehe, Nian Huai thinks too much. The times are different and cannot be compared. Look, it's almost there. Why didn't I see my father and them, and Uncle Wang wasn't there. ”

Gong Yi Nian Huai sighed secretly, Meng Zhijing obviously understood something, so don't say it. I don't want to know anything, but I'm just a little disdainful of such a scheme.

However, those who promote Tuntian have to praise him for his accurate grasp of the current situation. Last year, the Xia Kingdom was destroyed by the Mongols, and the Jin Kingdom and the Mongols began an all-round confrontation in the north. The defensive pressure from the north on the Southern Song side was suddenly relaxed.

Whether the Jin people won or the Mongols won, for the Southern Song Dynasty, it had nothing to do with them. Moreover, it is possible to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and by the way, pick up the tuntian fields that have been abandoned for many years, so as to achieve the purpose of consolidating border defense and reducing the pressure on the inland to transport military rations.