In the early morning, there is no wind and is slightly cold, and the rising sun brings a fresh and bright feeling to the world, and the light illuminates the heaven and earth into a surging orange red. Diaphragm

The official road outside Luoyang City is scattered with all kinds of people, and most of the shops in the city and the apprentices in the Fang Market have begun to be busy at this time.

The pedestrians on the official road are either catching cars or walking, looking leisurely.

Most of these people had their own farms and livestock, and they were able to allocate enough free time to themselves compared to the slaves who hurried to work in the workshops.

Some people go to and from Luoyang, some people go to the towns and counties around Luoyang, some of them rush to the market to buy, some go to the market to sell, and even some people who stay up all night to wander fireworks and brothels.

On the official road, two carts drawn by pack horses met and walked side by side, and the old men driving were familiar with each other, one old man accompanied three or five young people, and the other old man followed by twenty or thirty armed villagers.

"The Xuan family, this lord is not easy to raise, you bought so many seedlings at one time, wouldn't it be a pity to raise them badly? Why don't you get two of them and let the old man feed them for you?"

The carriage moved slowly, and the old man who accompanied the village Yong pulled a cart full of sacks of feed on the frame, and two calves were tied to the car, and the village Yong next to the car gathered dozens of piglets who were curious about everything on the roadside. Diaphragm

"Haha, you old rammer, the baby in our village is angry and has entered the Hussar Mansion. Even if there is a problem with the cultivation, it is enough to apply for it again." The old man surnamed Xuan laughed and teased.

"Let me tell you, do you know the dragoons over there? I heard that those drakes were ostrich mutations. This ostrich lays eggs and meat is secondary, in case our village raises a swift dragon, it can produce dragoons." Xuan Laohan's face was prominent, and the old man surnamed Lin pouted and envied.

Liu Cang's side is not much else for the time being, but the planting and breeding have never been relaxed, and the grain and vegetable seeds need to be reported by the local government for the time being to buy.

The so-called local reporting is not so complicated, that is, in order to confirm the identity of the purchaser, the county documents are on the line, and people such as village chiefs and clan elders are generally purchased.

Feed, fertilizer, and even the mane soil transformed by "Dangkang" are the main products of Luoyang, and as these things flow into all parties, livestock breeding in various places will also follow.

Nowadays, it is still difficult to achieve regular long-distance transportation of meat, and it is most suitable for livestock breeding to radiate places.

Pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks are still the main food livestock raised in various places, and ostriches, which are also used as food livestock, have begun to be devolved, but the people who can buy breeding animals from Luoyang are all hussar army rolls for the time being, or veterans who have retired from the hussar house. Diaphragm

Generally, if there are people in the village who serve in the hussar mansion, the village will raise some ostriches, and it is up to them to decide whether to sell them to the outside world, after all, everyone is a common man, a free citizen, and not a serf of Liu Cang.

[The problem of slow update of new chapters is in the can.]

The girl's girl has great luck, and she is preparing for the selection of Tianlu Camp, laughing? When the girl enters the Tianlu camp, one day she will be favored by the generals, so that you can't climb high." Lin Laohan retorted.

"I heard that Wuhuan over there in Youzhou has entered Jizhou?" The two old men laughed and scolded for a moment, and Xuan Lao Han frowned and asked Lin Lao Han.

"It's not, Jizhou Mu is really, good Jizhou let Wuhuan go in to establish a clan, Jizhou is full of urine and noodles, if I change my Lin Cun Erlang, how can they be allowed to harm their hometown." Lin Laohan cursed in disgust.

"Yuan Shao of Jizhou has recruited a lot of cavalry, and the king of Dongping has not gone out to fight in the past two years. You look at the side of Ping County, tsk, in the early years, he went out with His Highness to make a profit, and how much wasteland was opened in the past two years, and I want to build a city." Xuan Laohan said enviously.

"A few days ago, someone from the north passed through our village, and I heard that the thieves on the other side of Taihang Mountain were about to leave the mountain." As he spoke, Xuan Laohan lowered his voice.

"Black Mountain Yellow Turban?" Lin Laohan frowned and asked.

"Which is the Shizi Yellow Turban, how many Jizhou troops have been in the mountains over the years? In my opinion, most of them will fight with Yuan Shao again. Do you think the hussars will send troops?" Xuan Laohan said expectantly. Diaphragm

"Sending troops? Who to fight? That's a matter of Jizhou, why should we interfere? Don't cross the river, it doesn't matter what Black Mountain or Yuan Shao, if you dare to cross the river and harm us, let's go to Luoyang to ask for your life." Old Lin grinned.

"Hehe, the Luoyang Forbidden Army, the Hussar Army, plus the Valley of the Wicked and those villagers in Lubei, fight with the north, how can Your Highness need righteousness." Old Man Xuan shook his head.

"However, there seems to be some movement in the south, there are children in the village who have returned from a study tour, saying that Jingzhou has a lot of opinions about the degraded people in Yangzhou, and many scholars talk about the king of Dongping playing with fire and taking risks, and some people condemn His Royal Highness for brutal slavery." Xuan Laohan continued.

"Bullshit! Those people in Jingzhou who eat mountains and rivers know what a fart!"

"After two days of school, I don't know what my last name is? How much fertile land has been cultivated in Yangzhou in recent years? Those severed finger slaves are cannibalistic beasts, and they want to be kind to them? There is a kind of taking them into their homes and raising them." Lin Laohan scolded.

"It's not like that. However, there are more scholars in Jingzhou, and one day His Highness is annoyed, do you think His Highness will attack Jingzhou?"

"Luoyang has issued a notice of relocation, giving land and giving houses, and the old man is thinking about whether to send some babies to Yangzhou to have a look." Xuan Laohan said. Diaphragm

"This.

。 There are a lot of babies in the village, and it would be nice if it was two years later." Lin Laohan seemed to be intent on moving, and hesitated.

The villagers can't talk about the ancestral inheritance, but the ancestral grave land is the so-called homeland. The so-called hometown is not just a hometown when you build a house and gather people.

There are many rumors in Yuzhou that Yangzhou is well governed, but the relocation notice from Luoyang only persuades people to go voluntarily. After all, what kind of land is guarded? What is the guarantee?

In recent years, the fertility rate of the Han region has increased significantly, and the villagers will not migrate in large numbers unless they have to, but if the baby grows up, it is normal to go there and spread the leaves.

"Let me tell you, King Dongping raised a dragon in the Immortal Ridge, Long Xiluoshui, and will dig a river for His Highness, sacred." The two old men drove and chatted and talked about each other.

"Nonsense, what is sacred, the old man heard that the dragon is very evil, and even the dragon of His Highness avoided it when he saw it."

"Nonsense, the dragon is a divine object, and it must be sacred." Diaphragm

"Tsk, it's like you've seen it, and you can't enter the Immortal Ridge, so it's not like you've heard rumors."

"The old man can't enter, but our sons and daughters can, and the old man said that the sacred is sacred."

"You.

。 Hmph, old horseman!"

Scolding, scolding, noisy, Lin Laohan turned his face from time to time to reprimand the villagers who followed him, asking them to practice martial arts and must enter the hussar army mansion.

There are many forks in the official road leading to the county, town and village, turn off the fork road, the roadside is mostly fertile land and fruit forest, the channel pond, and the villagers cultivate.

The two old men parted ways, and greeted the people resting in the fields all the way, regardless of whether they were raw or cooked. After walking a short distance, I met some pedestrians on the same road, and then I talked and laughed and scolded again, all the way back to the village.