"Sacrifice for rain? At that time, Qingzhou was too obscene, and at that time, Ming Gong smashed the altar of sacrifice for the order of Dunqiu County, and distributed the sacrifices among the people of a county, I don't know how many women and children were saved! ”

"The people of Qingzhou are unruly and unruly, and most of them are still the good fate of the lord back then, but they didn't expect that the people who suffered from sacrifices back then could only hope for the ethereal ghosts and gods under the power of heaven!"

Fang Guang listened to his wife's words and sighed in his heart, and put down the last stroke.

"When people are powerless to change their predicament, what can they susten on except ghosts and gods, and they are not afraid of jokes, Yan'er promised to marry the Wei family back then, and when her husband died early and was criticized, there was only a ghost to complain about grievances!"

A hint of desolation flashed in Cai Yan's eyes, and the woman suddenly felt that her body was warm and had been taken into Fang Guang's arms.

"As long as there is water in the Yellow River, it will not be harvested for thousands of miles!"

"Madame, this thing is the key to getting water, taking water with buckets, but it's just a drop in the bucket, taking water with a car, and flooding the wheat fields is the right way!"

Cai Yan saw Guang in front of him, his face was full of spirit, and he smiled and reached out to pat his cheek.

"Just this picture, can you get water? I don't think so, are you trapped in the name of the unicorn? Xianggong, the fan you let Dian Wei operate is nowhere to be found! ”

Cai Yan teased Fang Guang and was about to explain two sentences, when outside the warehouse, there was suddenly a dull loud noise, followed by the exclamations of countless children.

Fang Guang smiled, "It's here!" ”

He took Cai Yan's hand and came to the outside of the grass house, only to see that under Juancheng, Dian Wei, who was in a state of Megatron, stood in front of Mancanglu with his hands around the giant tree.

The giant tree was more than ten feet high, and there were four planks tied to it, and the slender ox tendons attached to the planks were dragged to the ground.

The wooden pillars and planks add up to a thousand catties, and only a strange force like Dian Wei can be convinced.

"Dig a pit quickly, fix this giant tree in the deep pit, my mouth is the place where the Yellow River tuyere, and it is where this thing can be seen!"

Fang Guang's eyebrows raised when he saw Mu Zhu's joy.

Hearing Mr. Datong's order, Dian Wei made a song, and more than a dozen strong men in the yellow turban robe jumped out at the same time to dig a pit with a wooden shovel, but they were stopped by Dian Wei.

"Why bother, the lord is here to see my methods!"

"Yikes!"

Dian Wei screamed, hugged the wooden pillar, and smashed it to the ground with all his might.

The earth trembled at the grass of Cangtingjin.

came to see the lively children of the Qingzhou soldiers' families, seeing the majesty of Dian Wei, they clapped their hands and cheered together, but after a while, the ten-zhang wooden pillar stood in front of the grass house.

The Yellow River wind swept through the place, and under the rotation of the wooden planks, the cow tendons dragging on the ground also swayed and danced, and the Qingzhou refugees gathered more and more unconsciously in front of the grass house.

"Okay, the wind is ready, let's see my seven-wheel fan to cool off, Ding Huan is really a strange person, but Yan'er, you are not bad!"

Fang Guang clapped his hands and smiled at Cai Yan behind him.

A few pro-soldiers had already launched a strange huge mechanical thing from behind the grass house, and even the seven wheels were close to each other, and they were continuous!

Fang Guang was very skillful as early as when the Yellow Turban Army was a captain, the Yellow Turban was bitter and cold, and most of the equipment in the army was improvised when the city was attacked.

Fang Guang is a human being, and now it is even more rare to have leisure, and the thing in front of him is the seven-wheel fan that the craftsman Ding Shu is proud of, and Mr. Datong is an improved version.

It's just that the seven-wheel fan of Ding Slow, although when it turns, the whole house shudders, but it requires manpower to operate, and it is a cool thing to enslave the sweaty people and wealthy people.

Fang Guang's improvement was by no means the same, at this time, thousands of Qingzhou refugees had gathered before the grass house, and the old and weak women and children of Cao Jun's family watched Fang Guang skillfully tie the cow tendon and fix it on the rocking wheel.

Just as a gust of river wind blew, the blades of the seven large fans turned, and the strong wind blew, and a child who was close to him stood unsteadily and almost fell and was pulled by Fang Guang.

Where the seven wheels of fans blew, both the peasant women and the servants in the house screamed together at the same time and pulled the skirt, Cai Yan's white clothes fluttered, looking at Fang Guang with a smile on his face, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked like a person in the sky.

"Mr. Qilin, it's a great talent, this thing, this thing is so wonderful, little old man, it's the first time I've seen it!"

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that it can only blow the wind, and it would be better if the water could be blown down from the sky!"

"Mr. Datong, Mr. is the person who can speak in front of the Ming Gong, and I hope that Mr. will open his mouth, can the Mai Mi Wanhu agreed with the Ming Dynasty be extended this year!"

The status of the Qingzhou army was different from that of ordinary troops, and Cao Cao had already agreed with the people of Qingzhou to subdue millions of displaced people.

But all the soldiers in Cao's army, their families can get a share of the land, and the children and their families no longer serve in the military, but the men in the army die in battle, and the relatives should supplement them with strong men.

Or Cao Cao wants to expand the army and recruit troops, and the Qingzhou refugees must also take out Dingkou accordingly.

According to historical records, when Cao Cao later died violently, the Qingzhou Army beat the drum and scattered the soldiers by himself when the contract with Boss Cao expired, and Cao Pi was stunned and could only pretend to be smiling.

Cangtingjin in Dongjun County accommodates hundreds of thousands of displaced people in Qingzhou, that is, hundreds of thousands of grains and grass that were counted in the military rations by Cao Cao.

This kind of military household is very different from the Tuntian of later generations!

"Receiving food is a big deal, I will naturally say it when I should speak, but this matter is serious, and Fang Guang doesn't dare to boast about promising anything!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, many of the people here are first-class elders with prestige among the people of Qingzhou, Fang Guang has an idea in his heart, the people of Qingzhou re-signed the contract with the Ming Duke with the military tun farming?"

Although Fang Guang was new to Cao Cao, he was well known to all the people because of his ability to deal with the Yanzhou Rebellion and the heroic battle of Juancheng.

He settled in the cangting, and was very kind to the homeless farmers, although he lived here for only half a month, he was very popular with the people.

However, this time, Fang Guang opened his mouth, but the Qingzhou military households were silent together.

The few old men who had just spoken, were embarrassed, they didn't even cough, and they didn't dare to touch Fang Guang with their eyes, let alone make a stubble.

Seven rounds of fans, a round of wind, before the wind passed through the grass house, there was silence.

Fang Guang sighed in his heart, Tuntian seemed to be no different from imprisonment in the hearts of the people.

Even the military households that were imprisoned in fact preferred to pay for their own profits and losses rather than farming.

It's understandable to think about it, Qingzhou military households pay food, but it's only 12/12, which is what the children of Qingzhou bought for their lives for the lord.

If it weren't for the severe drought this year, this grain would have been handed over by military households easily.

Tuntian, naturally, would not be taxed so lightly.

Without consulting Cao Cao, Cangtingjin's Tuntian was just an experimental field made by Fang Guang in private.

He thought for a moment, stared at him, and spoke in a deep voice again.

"This year's drought, if I am now tuntian, I can be the main people in the tun of 50 people, and those who use private cattle to tuntian, with the official family 7 points account, the official 3 people 7, and the bull tuntian, the official 4 people and 6 can?"