In the first year of Emperor Xin, he was stunned.

Heavy snow fell for more than five months from the beginning of Bailu last year, which missed the winter planting time of wheat and the spring planting time.

Fortunately, at the beginning of March, the snow and ice melted, and finally it was the time for spring plowing and sowing.

The weather was still a little cold, but Meng Wei had already taken the slaves and farmers who had raised them for the winter and began to sow wheat.

Wheat is hardy and has a higher yield, but it is now troublesome to hull, and there is no technology to grind flour at all, and it gets stuck in the throat after cooking, except for slaves and lower ribas, the common people do not like to eat this thing.

Throughout the winter, Meng Wei, who was idle in the camp tent, in addition to taking the soldiers and new soldiers to practice the military formation, was tinkering with the round stone grinding plate, which he had seen in the countryside when he was a child, and later after the flour machine was popularized, the stone grinding was not very common.

For people now, grinding wheat flour, processing and drying it, whether it is steamed into steamed bread, or directly fried in a clay kettle, and brewed with boiling water, the taste is quite surprising to people at the moment.

At that time, when General Meng of Chongcheng said that he would feast the sages and nobles in the city, they thought that they had eaten the ring dog meat that they vomited.

As a result, a fist-sized steamed bun in front of each person's table, a bowl of mashed honey wheat flour tea, soft and glutinous taste, and wheat fragrant honey tea, opened the eyes of these people, and they got up and asked what it was.

After learning that these foods were the wheat they despised on weekdays, these gourmets were also completely convinced by General Meng, and they were worthy of being nobles from the big city, well-informed, and even the humble wheat could be cooked into such delicious food.

This is also the reason why Meng Wei can get the support of the major nobles in the city for spring ploughing, the folk grain seeds are not enough, they can take out the remaining wheat seeds at home to support the spring ploughing of the whole city, which is very important for the post-disaster reconstruction of the entire city.

Retracting his thoughts, Meng Wei used the plow alone to dig out a large area of land in the long field, and then let the farmer behind him be responsible for sowing the seeds.

It's not that he doesn't want to improve farm tools, he really hasn't touched farm work in his previous life, he doesn't even know what a plow looks like, and he can't make it out of nothing.

Every time he thinks of the predecessors of those who made glass, sugar, soap, and refined salt after crossing, he has no place to be ashamed.

There are also some powerful ones, who can rub gunpowder to make cannons, so that they can come to this era, which is much more useful than themselves, regardless of your gods and monsters, Dongfeng Express will send them back to their hometown directly.

What else is the battle of Shang and Zhou, the goal is lower than the unification of the whole world is sorry for this good technology, high and low transfer to a gunner, teach this group of people who do not wear obscene pants what is civilized.

At this time, I was still quite hot while doing farm work, but I didn't dare to take off my shirt and throw off my arms to work.

The soldiers were not afraid of this bit of wind and cold, but these slaves and farmers who had just recovered their bodies were not good, and as soon as the cold wind blew, a large number of them died of wind and cold.

While Meng Wei put down the farm tools and wiped his sweat with a linen cloth, a group of aristocratic ladies of warblers and swallows came over with clay pots by the wheat field.

"General, this is the honey water I brewed, the sweetest is the most, you can taste a little to replenish your strength."

"General, taste mine, this is a good oil soup made of oil flowers, and it is also filled with ginseng, wolfberry, tiger whip, epimedium ......."

Meng Wei, who was smiling with a smile on his face, asked about the aroma of the oil, and was about to dry it out in one gulp, when he heard the names of these terrible medicinal herbs, he was so frightened that he almost dropped the clay pot on the ground.

"Sledgehammer, sledgehammer!"

"Eh, here we are, taste."

Zhao Bing, who was working with his head bored, heard the shout and immediately responded.

"This can of soup stock is for you to drink, this is a good thing, tiger whip ginseng wolfberry deer antler soup. Take it and make up for it. ”

Zhao Bing's eyes lit up, is there such a good thing?

Afraid that Meng Wei would regret it, he picked up the clay pot, and finished it in one gulp in the dim eyes of the girl next to him, and spit out a long hot breath.

"Ahh Refreshing. Zhao Bing looked at the girls with satisfaction, and muttered to himself that Meng didn't know good goods.

Look at the girl of the Liu family, the appearance of the bee waist and thin buttocks and willow body, if this is in Chongcheng, marry a school captain high and low, and the daughter of the Zhang family, with a tiger's back and a big buttocks, at first glance, she is a good figure for giving birth to a son.

This kid really doesn't know the goods, and General Deng is not here, what's wrong with stealing a few bites?

This year's man, which man was not sent to his wife and daughter to borrow seeds when he went to the mountains and went to the countryside?

Their ideas are stupid, but they are very realistic, and the kind left by nobles or powerful men must be the best.

And to be able to conceive the son of a nobleman, this child will be superior to the villagers in ten miles and eight towns when he grows up, and no matter how many husbands want such a green hat, they can't ask for it.

As for Meng Wei, a handsome and upstart who has a bloodline that can be inherited downward, the major nobles will send their noble daughters over to borrow seeds with a shy face.

Otherwise, in normal times, except for the level of Hou Ye, other people want to be borrowed, and these nobles may not be able to look at it.

Meng Wei drank a few sips of his own water, a little disdainful, it's not that he is hypocritical, man, who doesn't have a lower body.

It's just that he is not ready to take them away, and he will run away after sowing the seeds, and he can't do irresponsible things.

It was his child, leaving behind an unknown bloodline, and being a stallion everywhere, which went against the values of his soul.

If you want to give birth, only give birth to your own children, and give birth to your own woman, it is a last resort to be in the wilderness, and the heart is to be civilized that is the last pride and bottom line.

Seeing that it was getting late, Meng Wei greeted everyone who was working and prepared to return to the city, so he packed up his things.

"Sledgehammer, how is the recruit drill going?"

"Harm, what else can I do, the 800 armor soldiers who have been recruited, the 700 armor soldiers of the prison and the priests, these people are okay, they can barely go out on armor."

"Those slaves you raise, just be a servant army, don't expect too much talent."

"Speaking of this, I just want to tell you that the brothers follow you from birth to death, and you have to go out to kill the ring dogs on a snowy day to find meat for these people, and we can just endure it, why do you still give meat to the slaves? Meng Wei, let me tell you, don't mess around, at least not now, you can't suppress these people. ”

The entire Dirt City is only Zhao Bing can talk to him like this, and the others will be more or less respectful and can joke with themselves.

The higher you stand, the fewer true friends, Zhao Bing is one, Bian Ji is half, speaking of that kid, these days he has been obsessed with "sowing", he can't extricate himself, and he feels like he's going to be wasted.

"Okay, okay, I know in my heart, there won't be any later, on this snowy day, there is no oil and water, this batch of slaves doesn't know how many people will die, and no one will pour dung at that time, clear water canal, sledgehammer on your own?"

"After this hurdle, you can do whatever you want, I am not the son of a slave, you are blindly worried about a hammer."

Zhao Bing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, just don't mess around, treat these slaves preferentially every day, and raise the sons of those slaves to train by his side, the whole Dirt City is very resentful, even the Chongcheng brothers in the headquarters are a little dissatisfied.

What are they born and die for? Isn't it just to be a master? This group of people is slaves, they enjoy the same treatment as everyone if they are defenseless, and the soldiers can still suppress the grievances in their hearts, but if the brothers have grievances in their hearts, the team will be disheartened.

"I'm concerned about the three thousand good families, as ordinary soldiers, are they qualified enough?"

"With me Zhao Bing, don't worry, although the blood is not enough, but all of them are qualified soldiers, so they are almost able to see blood and have the ability to grow on the battlefield."

"That's good, say hello to the brothers, let Xin Ping get ready, let's leave after the spring ploughing, Hou Chang will take five hundred armor, one thousand soldiers, and two thousand servants to defend the city. It's time for us to make a fuss. ”

"Okay, listen to you."

Meng Wei took the red rabbit, turned on his horse, and returned to the city with a large army.

It was still the south gate that entered the city that day, Wu Cheng stood respectfully at the door, bowing down to the general from afar.

Seeing this scene, Meng Wei was a little amused in his heart, this person is a talent, that is, he is a philistine, staying in the dirt city, I am afraid that the honest Hou Chang will not be able to suppress him, and when the time comes, he will still follow him, and it is excellent to be a staff member in the army.

"Where's Bian Ji?"

When Wu Cheng heard the question, he looked back, and he was also a little puzzled, he was still here just now.

The soldier next to him immediately said: "Just now, a few noble girls from the Zhang family, the Wu family, and the Liu family returned to the city, and General Bian Ji followed a few noble girls back. ”

“…………”

If this kid really dies in a woman's bed, Meng Wei really doesn't know how to explain to his father Bian Jinlong.

"Sledgehammer, this matter is left to you, don't be soft-hearted, don't care about it anymore, he will have to gasp for breath when the army goes out for a little two miles."

Zhao Bing is also helpless, the young man can't hold it, he doesn't know moderation when he first tastes it, he is young after all.

"My lord, I have informed all the merchant families in the city that in the future, when the general goes on an expedition, the guild will help transport the materials, and the goods collected and sold will be traded at market prices."

Meng Wei nodded yes, and listened to Wu Cheng's report while riding his horse.

The people passing by around them would bow down respectfully when they saw Meng Wei.

Three months is not enough time for the wounded city to fully recover, but the vitality visible to the naked eye has slowly come to the fore.

Street hawkers, crowded restaurants, and naughty children bouncing and frolicking in the city are embellished with the spring mood of March after the cold winter.

Meng Wei's hard work of besieging and killing ring dogs all the way and taking people into the mountains to hunt was not in vain.

This is just one city, and there are more than 70 cities behind it, and I have to climb over the past one by one to rescue these simple "ancient" people.

All the way to the city lord's mansion, I heard the shouts and killings in the camp, I also saw the fireworks in the market, and ate the red dates and millet dumplings sent by the owner of the restaurant.

The heartfelt smiles of these people are the best reward for him.

While the department was moving forward, Meng Wei suddenly dismounted and walked to the side of the road.

A bright yellow spring flower swayed in the wind.

The general dismounted and wanted to pick flowers, but he was afraid that the Spring Festival Gala would come.

smiled indifferently, or forget it, who can you give this flower to if you fold it?

The good mood along the way seemed to be beginning to be lonely, and he simply didn't ride a horse, Meng Wei just walked slowly, and Chitu followed obediently behind him.

"General Zhao, General Meng, what's wrong?"

Zhao Bing scratched his head, thought for a while, and replied very seriously: "Don't come forward to scold, you General Meng are thinking about a beautiful woman." ”

"Family?"

"We also miss our family, we have been out for a year, and we haven't been home, I don't know if the family is late for spring plowing this year, and the meat money sent out before the beginning of winter has not been sent to my father's hands."

Hey, they're all a bunch of fools, are you talking about family? What Naion said was......

Forget it, Naiong also misses his son a little.