Through the vast white mist, Feng Zhen's hair was greatly wet with fog, and her palm-sized little face was also full of water droplets, looking like she had just come out of a hot spring.

It's just that the hot spring is warm, the white mist is cold, and the paleness on her face is not difficult to see that she is frozen.

"Gu Changfeng, have you seen snow in Mobei?" Feng Zhen raised her hand to wipe the water stains on her face, it was so cold that she couldn't speak, and deliberately found a topic to chat with him.

It's good to go out together, it's all laughter and laughter all the way, and she won't be lonely, and him, alas, she has to take the initiative to find a topic.

"Yes." The blood stains on Gu Changfeng's face had been wiped dry, but he didn't have any expression, and his answer was very concise and clear.

Mobei is the northernmost part of Yundian, and it snows a few times a year.

"Do you have snowball fights when it snows?" Feng Zhen asked curiously.

Although her mother is from the Su family in Mobei, she did not live in Mobei before coming to Jincheng, and had a snowball fight with her brothers and sisters in the family when she was a child.

"No, it won't." Gu Changfeng replied with a glance.

Probably realizing that his tone was too blunt, he thought about it and took the initiative to explain to Feng Zhen, "The snow in Mobei is not big, there is only a thin layer every time, except for Beishan, almost all of them fall in the morning and melt in the afternoon." ”

Before joining the army, he traveled to Tianyao, and he learned that there is such a thing as a snowball fight in winter, so he grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it in his hand, kneaded it into a round or flat shape, and then threw it to his companions, which was a bit of a taste to play.

"Well, it's hot in our clouds, and it's normal to see no snow all year round." Feng Zhen nodded.

Of course, this is also an advantage.

Most areas of Yundian can grow two crops of rice a year, and more can even grow three crops.

However, as long as there is surplus food at home, gather people to watch plays, and drink countless drinks in taverns, and only plant one season, the land will be barren.

Yundian people are scattered, this kind of talk is still what Li Yi told her in the previous life, in other words, in the sky, even if the weather is cold, the people will try to plant crops.

Feng Zhen has been thinking about issuing a new directive to make use of the land these days.

When the war breaks out one day, the people will at least have something to eat.

couldn't help but say her thoughts to Gu Changfeng, "Gu Changfeng, you said that if taxes are collected according to the season of crop planting, the first quarter is heavily taxed, the second quarter is less taxed, and the third quarter is not taxed, will more people be willing to plant more land several times?" ”

Gu Changfeng was stunned for a moment, thought seriously for a while, and then nodded heavily, "Yes." ”

"But...... How do you know if someone is planting a season one or a season two? ”

There are many people who fish in troubled waters.

"Naturally, there must be a special person to register." This is not difficult for Feng Zhen.

"Twelve months a year, every four months......"

Gu Changfeng has never farmed before, so if he knows how to deal with this matter, it won't work, although it sounds quite powerful.

So, he suggested to Feng Zhen very pertinently: "This matter has to be carefully explained to you by the farmer......