asked with a slightly expectant expression, Liu Ying looked at Zhang Aiji's gaze, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

-- This year's grain output in Weibei has been under the leadership of Prime Minister Xiao He before the beginning of spring, and the final forecast value has been obtained.

If nothing happens, such as natural and man-made disasters, the average yield per mu in Weibei this year will reach at least four stones!

Liu Ying also knew very well in her heart: in other things, the court may release satellites; But in this kind of matter related to vital interests and treasury revenue, the court will definitely adhere to the principle of 'I would rather count less than more'.

So when Liu Ying asked this question, Liu Ying already had the answer in her heart.

However, Liu Ying still chose to ask this question that she had already answered in her heart, and waited for Zhang Aiji's answer with great anticipation.

Hearing Liu Ying's question, Zhang Aiji didn't hear anything wrong, but after a little pondering, the corners of his mouth slowly grinned in the direction of the root of his ear.

"Hey."

"Hey, hey!"

involuntarily smirked twice, and on Zhang Yiji's face, there was also a little excitement and reverence for a better future.

"Don't dare to hide it from Your Highness, about forty years ago, when Qin Wangzheng repaired Zheng Guoqu, the little old man was still in his prime."

"The little old man still doesn't dare to forget: when Zheng Guoqu was repaired, all the farmers who got water from the canal and irrigated their own acres of land would get grain in the autumn harvest, which was more than six stones!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yi couldn't help but lick his lips subconsciously, and stroked his chin beard with joy.

"It's a pity that back then, the little old man was only a Qian'er, and he didn't have much martial arts, so he only sat on 20 acres of thin fields."

"However, even so, Xiao Lao'er has since thinned 20 acres of land and obtained nearly 150 stone of grain······"

Full of nostalgia to say these words of remembrance, Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh leisurely, raised his head slightly with a sigh, and looked at the still slightly barren field not far away.

And Liu Ying, who was on the side, also fell into a short period of surprise with Zhang Aiji's words.

"Twenty acres of land, one hundred and fifty stone ······ of grain"

Thinking secretly in her heart, Liu Ying couldn't help but open her eyes a little wider.

Twenty acres of land, harvesting one hundred and fifty stone of grain?

- On average, this is more than seven stones per mu!

To put it another way: forty years ago, when Zheng Guoqu was completed, Zhang Aiji's family harvested 150 stones of grain from 20 acres of land;

In the past few years, the vast majority of the people in Guanzhong have owned 100 acres of fertile land, and their harvest is only about 200 stones.

That is to say: forty years ago, Weibei only needed 20 acres of land to harvest 150 stone of grain; And now in Weibei, if you want to harvest the same 150 stone of grain, you need 70 acres, or even 80 acres of land!

To put it more simply, in the past 40 years, the average grain output in Weibei has dropped to 30 percent, or even 20 percent······

"The Zhengguo Canal is empty, but I don't know how to repair and cover ······"

"Qin, die with the second!"

Without changing his face, he deducted another basin on the grave of 'Tyrannical Qin', and Liu Ying gritted his teeth faintly and put on an angry look.

When Zhang Yi heard this, he only smiled and lowered his head, and quietly changed the conversation.

"When the Zhengguo Canal was first formed, the wasteland of salt and sand in Weibei had never been cultivated."

"It is not for nothing that the water of Zhengguo Canal is fully irrigated, and the fertility accumulated for 100 years, and the yield per mu of six or seven stones."

"The more people in Weibei Houwei, the wider the acres of land are cultivated, and after years of cultivation, the fertility of the acres is gradually lost, and finally the yield of four or five stones per mu can be described as a 'bumper harvest'······"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yiji chuckled and turned his head sideways, looked at Liu Ying's thoughtful face, and nodded with a sincere smile.

"At this age, if you have the work of repairing canals, you can get enough water to irrigate the fields in Weibei."

"And grain production, although it is not to the time of the reign of King Qin, the land with a mu yield of six or seven stones, but more than four stones, should not be difficult······"

Hearing that Zhang Aiji said this with gratitude on his face, and bowed his hand to himself slightly, Liu Ying also smiled shyly, and hurriedly raised his hand to salute.

"The praise of the old man, the kid will not dare to be."

"But my father is the king of the world, and the affairs of the world are complicated; As a son of man, the boy has his father's great trust in great things, so that he can share his father's worries a little, and only fulfill his filial piety······"

"And the trip of the little son to his father, even occasionally made the people of Weibei get more and more food, this, but the father and the emperor clearly saw thousands of miles, and Ze reached the world."

"As the son of man, and as a minister of the king, a boy, I dare not represent my father and the emperor, and I am praised by the old man······"

Listening to Liu Ying's words of self-humility without hypocrisy, Zhang Ying's face was a little stagnant, and he finally smiled and nodded again and again, but did not speak again.

- A capable prince may be enough to make people look forward to it.

But compared with 'capable', a filial prince is undoubtedly more reassuring and more steady······

"Your Majesty is benevolent and loves the people, lightly levies small taxes, and even grants the people a field lord; The prince also repaired the canal first, and then calmed down the grain price in Guanzhong······"

"Hey ······"

"Cover the Liu family to win the world, cover the Liu family, the king of the world, hundreds of millions of people, Li Shu, ah······"

With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Yiji chuckled and looked at the field, and the happiness and reverence in his expression became even stronger.

It was Liu Ying, seeing that Zhang Ying no longer spoke, but she did not enjoy this rare tranquility comfortably, and quietly opened her mouth and asked about another important matter.

"Now that the canal is completed, the farming of the people of Weibei will be fine."

As if he was muttering to himself, he let out a light sigh, and saw Liu Ying quietly retract the smile on his face a little, and turned his head slightly seriously.

"However, when the boy was in front of him, he got a common proverb in the market, saying: The grain is expensive and hurts the farmers, and the grain is cheap and hurts the farmers."

"The boy heard it and investigated it, and finally understood the meaning of this proverb, which is the reason why the grain merchants buy low and sell high, plundering the people's wealth······"

Speaking of this, Liu Ying couldn't help laughing at herself, leaned her body slightly to the side, and pointed to the wound on the side ribs.

"The boy is young, and he is not very familiar with state affairs; When I first knew the disadvantages of grain merchants to farmers, I only foolishly wanted to get rid of grain merchants. ”

"Unexpectedly, this man is extremely vicious, in order to ensure that the road to wealth is not lost, he is so bold and reckless, a hundred years after his father, outside the long tomb where the god sleeps, he brazenly assassinates the boy······"

As she spoke, Liu Ying adjusted her posture back to normal, and shook her head and smiled.

"In previous years, whenever the boy was confused in state affairs, his father had a lot of admonitions, saying: Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh; We should not ignore the trivial matters of the major things, and the trivial matters should not be taken too lightly. ”

"The boy is stupid, and he is more than ten years old, and he does not understand the teachings of his father; Once assassinated, he almost died in Huangquan, and Fang had an epiphany of his father's intentions······"

Seeing Liu Yingyun talking lightly about his assassination, Zhang Yiji's face immediately swelled with a touch of worry.

After tasting the meaning of Liu Ying's words, the worry subsided a little, and was replaced by a vague and unconcealed appreciation.

"His Royal Highness's actions, although there is a slight suspicion of being in a hurry, are ultimately for the benefit of the country and the people, and he wants to be the master of our leaders and do good deeds."

Served Liu Ying a rainbow fart without a trace, and Zhang Yiji followed Liu Ying's words.

"The grain is expensive and hurts the peasants, and the grain is cheap and hurts the peasants; This is a great calamity that cannot be exempted from the fact that farmers who have cultivated everything and continued to make a living for thousands of years. ”

"The harvest is abundant, but the grain is cheap, although the peasants get a lot of grain, but they get little money; The benefits of the harvest of grains are all seven or eight of the food of wealthy merchants. ”

"There is a lack of abundance and grain is expensive, and the peasants have little grain, and there is not enough food for themselves; If you have this shortcoming, you should buy it at a high price in the market······"

"In this way, all the leaders and peasant households who plough everything, no matter whether the grain harvest is abundant or low, will not be able to accumulate wealth through farming."

"What's more, once the five grains are not abundant for three or five years old, or when there is a drought or flood, the farmers are even more likely to be wiped out and the incense will be cut off······"

Speaking in a heavy tone, Zhang Aiji couldn't help but shake his head and sigh again and again, his eyes, which were originally quite clear, were also occupied by a layer of thick fog.

"The little old man is now seventy and three, and his children and grandchildren are around his knees; At the age of the previous year, he has already got two or three great-grandchildren······"

"However, looking at the death of the little old child, the parents, uncles and uncles, Zhongji sisters, children and grandchildren who were born later, and those who died of hunger due to the widowhood of bitter food are not ······"

"I don't know how many ······"

In the end, Zhang Aiji was already a little more swallowed, his rough palms couldn't help wiping his eyes, and his snot was sucked down, making a 'hissing' sound.

"Little old man, little old ······"

Trying to open his mouth, Zhang Yiji finally couldn't hold back the grief in his heart, raised his bent left arm, buried his face inside his left elbow, his shoulders trembled, and he kept swinging his hands.

I don't know how long it took, and when Liu Ying was a little inexplicably sentimental, Zhang Aiji finally raised his head and adjusted himself from his grief.

pinched his nose and wiped his tears on the ridge on his side, and Zhang Yiji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's it, that's it······"

"Don't mention the past, don't mention it, don't mention it······"

Looking at Zhang Aiji's face that was still wearing tears, but pretending to be strong, Liu Ying also had mixed feelings for a while.

Even if Zhang Aiji couldn't finish his words, Liu Ying could probably guess what kind of unbearable past would make Zhang Aiji, a man who was over seventy years old and had experienced war, cry silently in front of a young man himself······

——About fifty or sixty years ago, like Liu Ying at this time, Zhang Aiji, who was still a teenager, may have two or three brothers and sisters.

A hard-working father, a kind and kind mother, a jealous brother, a tender sister;

Coupled with dozens of acres of thin fields, three or two chickens and ducks, and a fairly warm farmhouse, Zhang Yaoji's happy family was formed.

But for some reason, in a year with a bad harvest, Zhang Aiji suddenly found that his sister, who loved him the most, was sent to a large family by his father, saying that she was eating fragrant and spicy food.

Soon after, the majestic eldest brother was also summoned by the government to participate in a certain war; Since then, Zhang has lost his brother.

Later, my mother fell ill, and the family had no money to take medicine, so I could only watch my mother die on the sickbed, tormented by the pain.

For the sake of her mother's posterity, Zhang Aiji's younger sister was also given by her father to a certain big man.

After that, his father gradually grew old, and the burden of the family fell on the shoulders of Zhang Aiji.

At that moment, Zhang Yi finally understood: what was bent by his father's straight backbone; Why is the beautiful face of the mother rendered in waxy yellow;

My sister and younger sister have to go to the big guys to 'eat and drink spicy', and why do my brother and younger brother have to go to the battlefield to 'soar to the sky'.

Later, his father also died, and Zhang Aiji and his younger brother also married wives and started families.

After that, it is a great reincarnation that starts with beauty, and only that starting point can make people feel a little beautiful······

When such a vague scene really appeared in her mind, Liu Ying only felt that her spine bent suddenly!

——Because at that moment, Liu Ying felt that the burden of Wanjun was suddenly pressed down on her shoulders!

Liu Bang, the son of heaven, has one last year left to live.

Starting next year, thousands of Li Shu in the world will all be pressed on Liu Ying's shoulders, which are still a little immature and look powerless.

In order to let the seriously ill mother no longer have no money to get medicine; In order for poor fathers to stop selling their daughters to others; In order to make the vigorous Huaxia Erlang no longer need to rely on fighting in the war in order to seek a glimmer of life······

"Lonely, there is still a lot to do······"

"Some things may take a lifetime, or even several generations of relay from children and grandchildren, to barely make ······"

Silently whispering in his heart, Liu Ying's face finally inexplicably swelled with a sense of sacred mission.

And in those deep, not bursting with fine eyes, Zhang Aiji could also see a kind of firmness that he was very familiar with, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and he was indomitable.

"Alas······"

With a long sigh leisurely, he finally held back all his tears and snot, and Zhang Yiji finally slapped his thigh and got up from under the roots.

After a few steps forward, I saw Zhang Aiji slowly come back to his senses, revealing a deep bend of his back towards Liu Ying, with ravines all over his face, but with a faint smile of longing.

"Your Highness repaired the canal to solve the water shortage in Weibei, and stabilized the price of grain in Guanzhong, which is Your Highness's benevolence, righteousness, love for the people, Ze and the world!"

"And in addition to the grain merchant Mi Jia, the grain market and the monopoly of grain and rice, although our Qiantou does not understand very much, but he also knows that His Royal Highness will never harm us."

"Hey······ hey"

With an inexplicable laugh, Zhang Yiji scratched his head with a stiff smile.

"What His Highness wants to do, the little old man doesn't know; But Xiao Lao'er knows that His Royal Highness must want us to live a good life with abundant food and clothing, and no worries about food and clothing. ”

"I only hope that in the future, Your Highness will not forget your heart, even if you win the world, you will also think about the livelihood of our leaders and farmers······"

After speaking, he slowly turned Zhang Aiji around and bowed his hand to Liu Ying.

When Liu Ying came back to his senses later, he saw that Zhang Aiji had already turned around again, picked up a child with a general horn on the edge of the field, and walked towards the farmhouse in the distance while teasing the young grandson in his arms.

Looking at Zhang Aiji's back, gradually disappearing into the sunset, above the farmhouse, there was a burst of cooking smoke.

At some point, there were a few more black and yellow domestic dogs at the entrance of the alley, barking at each other as if they were arguing.

"The smoke goes up and the sun sets, and the dogs bark at the countryside······"

With a leisurely whisper, Liu Ying finally stood up slowly, looking at the peaceful picture in the distance, and actually stopped and stood in place, unwilling to leave for a long time······

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