In March, the fields are green, and the wheat seedlings have grown tall.

In the fields, there are busy figures everywhere, seeing that the crops are growing well, the faces of the people are full of smiles, look at this, the autumn is a good harvest, I heard that after the war last year, there were millions of refugees resettled, the government collected a large amount of grain, the people's granaries were empty, and they all had a sense of crisis in their hearts, hoping that there would be a good harvest this year, and more grain would be saved.

In these years, there are always endless battles, and there is no food in the granary, so my heart is very unsteady.

Fortunately, Guanzhong has not fought for a long time, and life is stable, and the people are relatively satisfied.

General Pindi's Mansion, Inner Courtyard.

Luo Zheng was dressed in civilian clothes, looked at the bamboo roll for a while, put it on the table, and looked up at the eldest son Luo Cheng who was standing in the hall.

Luo Yan is already eleven years old, and if you count it according to the imaginary age, it is twelve years old. This age is the key stage for large families to educate their children, and Luo Cheng, as Luo Zheng's eldest son, education is the top priority.

In the eyes of Xun Yu, Jia Xu and others, teaching Luo Zheng, the eldest son of the lord, is as important as dominating the world.

However, this kid was obviously a little distracted at the moment, standing loosely, and his eyes kept rolling.

It wasn't until Lao Tzu's eyes looked over that he hurriedly stood upright, his eyes did not squint, and he looked like he was listening to the teachings.

Luo Zheng couldn't help frowning, he really didn't like it in his heart, and asked