In the fourth year of Dixin, the beginning of spring.

The lively ceremony of entering the city a few days ago has gradually faded away, and Meng Di Xianjun, who has been silent for more than a winter, is no longer on the lips of the city's people who are singing at this moment.

Just like the hot searches in later generations, once the popularity fades, most people will only remember the latest current events, and if there is no special stimulation, the old things will soon be replaced by new current events.

Countless news of chasing after the wind and shadows are widely circulated in the streets and alleys, and the only thing that can be talked about is Deng Jiugong's refusal to marry.

Some people say that the young Meng Bo was deeply emotionally traumatized, and he had no intention of enterprising, and he was secretly sad all day long, and the infinite Meng Wei gave up many high-ranking official positions, and had already become a big businessman, receiving the rank of general of Zhenbei, and at the same time taking the position of Nong Yin of Chaoge City.

This Nong Yin is just the Yin of a city, not the Nong Yin of the entire big business, and the person who has always been in charge of Nong Yin's affairs is Cheng Bigan, and Meng Bo, who has no match in the scenery, actually drove high and walked low, and went to the prime minister to do mud legs, which really made many people feel stunned.

Everyone thought that he would challenge Huang Feihu's position as a general, even Huang Feihu himself thought so, but others didn't.

Pepsi is prosperous, led by agriculture, there are not a few good generals of big business, and what he wants to do is not something that can be achieved between the army, so Meng Wei took Ji Dan and Wu Kang to start the agricultural and mulberry affairs of Chaoge.

Everything must be cut to the root, in order to be done once and for all, as the art of war says, the war can not be lightly started, the victory without a fight is the best policy, the battlefield is never a battle array, there is no political purpose of the war is called the poor army, and can be resolved through politics, Meng Yan is never willing to start the sword lightly.

Of course, there is also a premise that you have to have strength, empty talk can't convince others, and both soft and hard are king.

"Lord, in Mengdi, you want to do nongsang, and when you come to the court, you still have to do nongsang, so isn't this courtsong coming in vain?"

Wu Dang landed on the ground weakly, and reluctantly watched his lord and military advisor plough the land under his feet with his back to the loess like a lower riba man.

"You, it's just that your temper is too anxious, otherwise I would have let you lead the army alone to defend one side, look hard, study hard, and you will soon become the lord of a city or even a land, these are all things you can use."

Wu Dang shook his head, he didn't have the patience to follow his lord in the fields, but when he saw Ji Dan taking advantage of him to speak, he was a few positions ahead of him, and Wu Dang, who was born with strong bones, immediately gritted his teeth and was patient, and hoeed forward to open up the wasteland.

The nobleman was still like this, and the other farmers and servants saw this, and they worked hard with the ground under them.

The noble man said, if you can pioneer ten acres, it is reduced to twenty taxes, so calculated, not only the original fertile land can be reduced by half of the tax, but the new wasteland can be developed and you can make more money, there are such good things in the world?

The virtuous gentleman of Mengdi is really extraordinary, he is really a great good person.

After several days of continuous farming, many farmers outside Chaoge City have basically come to know this new farmer Yin, who is meticulous in doing things and can get along with them, and the pioneering decree that was extremely difficult to promote in previous years is especially easy this year, and this matter has also alarmed the Cheng Yuan who deals with state affairs in the city, and forcibly interrupted the government affairs and brought the officials to Wen Xun.

The backwardness of the times also has its backward advantages, the simplicity of the people is on the one hand, and the other point is that there is no such exaggerated land annexation as later generations, especially the great Shang moved the capital to Chaoge for only more than 30 years, and there is enough fertile soil outside the city for Meng Wei to open up new fields.

When Bigan arrived, Meng Weizheng and the farmers were spitting filthy words loudly on the millet soup that had not been completely shelled, mingling with them, insulting Yuan Futong, who had already broken his bones and ashes, and boasting in an easy-to-understand way about the bravery of the Mengdi soldiers in the Battle of Beihai.

Bigan couldn't help but hold his forehead a little, this Meng Bo is simply immoral, and the habit of mud legs is not completely detached, where is this the lord of a new country, it looks like a farmer.

"Uncle Meng, I heard that you have been pioneering thousands of acres in Chaoge in just three days?"

"Yo, isn't this the prime minister? Come on, Prime Minister, you came by coincidence, I happened to ask the fellow here for a bowl of millet soup, you taste it, this taste is extremely beautiful, but Meng Wei has not tasted such a delicious taste for several years. ”

The farmer who was carrying the soup bucket next to him smiled from ear to ear, and happily took out a bowl of rice soup with clear soup and little water from the bucket with his dim front teeth, and then put the pottery bowl on the side of the bucket, gently forced out the soup, and went back and forth several times, and finally handed it to the prime minister with a bowl of millet soup with obviously more rice grains than others.

"Cheng... Prime Minister, there is still here, eat this bowl, this bowl has enough rice grains. ”

Bi Gan's eyes were a little funny and not pretentious, so he took the pottery bowl and poured it into the wooden barrel, and then re-made a rice soup and drank it all.

"Uncle Meng is an old man, in the past, when I and Brother Wang persuaded the farmer, I didn't eat it in the field, how can this rice soup be as delicious as you said."

"Prime Minister, this is the food of the people, in a small bowl of rice soup, have you ever seen Zou Laohan's enthusiasm and sincerity? We live in the inner courtyard mansion, usually eat meat and drink wine, and it is rare to have the opportunity to eat these coarse foods, but they are different, this millet soup may be the most precious food in Zou Laohan's family, but he gave it to us selflessly. Zou Laohan, let me ask you, why did you invite me to drink rice soup today? ”

Zou Laohan, who has dark skin and is covered in oil, has obviously been carefully taken care of, although his clothes are shabby, they are clean and tidy, and when he hears the nobles asking, he is also a little embarrassed to scratch his head, and it took him a long time to explain.

"You are so noble, you actually came to help us people to farm the land in person, and we also reduced taxes, we are all grateful to you, so more than a dozen families gathered together some leftover millet for the New Year, thinking of using it to thank you."

Meng Wei triumphantly drank the millet soup in the bowl, crunched and bit the rice grains in his mouth, patted Zou Laohan's shoulder vigorously and said: "Okay, I also enjoy this bowl of soup, I already know your friendship, divide the rest, hurry up and work, finish hoeing early today, let's go back to rest early." ”

Watching the happy old man Zou leave, Meng Wei looked at the smiling Bigan and said, "Prime Minister, what do you think of these people?" ”

"Simple, warm, hospitable, Meng Bo is a good means, but after the winter moon, you will take all the subjects of my song to heart, and your benevolent name is well deserved. However, isn't Meng Bo afraid of the king's blame for cutting taxes without authorization? When the time comes, this year's taxes will be greatly reduced, and you will take care of these farmers, but you will be at risk yourself. ”

"Hahaha, the prime minister may be busy with affairs, and you didn't agree to Meng Yan's request for tax reduction several times, so he made a gambling contract with the king."

"What bet?"

"The king agreed to my tax reduction, and I promised him that the tax would be doubled this year! Otherwise, Meng Wei was willing to accept the king's punishment. ”

Bigan looked at Meng Wei solemnly, although the person in front of him was young, he was not short-sighted and unscrupulous in terms of internal affairs and strategy, and he should not be untargeted.

"Just this newly opened land? That can't be doubled, Meng Bo, such a big thing can't be believed. ”

"Prime Minister, the people take food as the sky, in previous years were high taxes, no matter how much they planted, how much famine, one of the ten taxes, plus servitude, oral endowment, miscellaneous endowments, under the prime minister's benevolent government, it will still reach the standard of three of the ten taxes, but Meng is different, if there is no wasteland, the acres will not be reduced, but if there is more than one acre minus one point, more than ten acres will be unified as twenty taxes one, but when there are more than twenty acres and thirty acres, do you think that the people have more grain, and the taxes of my big merchants will be reduced or increased?"

Bigan silently calculated the pros and cons in his heart, and it took a while to react: "When the people's power is limited, people are not cattle and horses, how can you make them work so hard?" ”

"My good prime minister, Meng Mou has not been out of the house for the whole winter, and he has checked the situation of the fields and acres for a whole winter, you supervise agricultural affairs, don't you know who has the most fields in this Chaoge City?"

"Moreover, this is a temporary law in itself, and whether or not there is a wasteland to be explored, won't the king increase it?"

Looking at the pensive Bigan, Meng Wei smacked his lips, and muttered silently in his heart: If there is no sweetness, how can these people take the slaves out of the mansion and mobilize their own guests and servants into the farming? Hehe, if the bait is not enough, even if it is replaced by Jiang Ziya, it will inevitably be the air force all the time.

Meng Wei led people to work hard outside the city, and at this time in Chaoge City, Zhang Zichen, the doctor of the post of Si Lile, the "young old minister" who was second only to Shang Rong in the Lile Si Yin, looked at the Taoist in front of him with a happy face, and couldn't help but admire: "Daoist Kuang came to me, I already know that I have had a long talk with the Taoist in recent days, Zichen has benefited a lot, and what you ask for, Zichen will definitely do his best to promote." ”

"Doctor Zichen praises falsely, Kuang Cheng was originally a mountain and a wild cultivator, and now he can get your praise, I would like to introduce the poor road to teach Prince Yinjiao, this is the great light, the poor road has a lot of trouble, and I hope the doctor will forgive the sin."

"Daochang Kuang is too outward, it is the duty of the minister to recommend talents for the country, how can there be trouble to bother, tomorrow morning, Daochang Kuang can come to me, I will take you into the inner court, and personally recommend you to the queen."

The nameless loose cultivator Kuang Cheng stroked his beard with a smile and left the house satisfied.

After Kuang Cheng left, Zhang Zichen excitedly picked up the wooden box and looked at the vermilion pill in the box like a treasure, his eyes were full of appreciation and greed.

"Longevity Pill, what a longevity pill, is this the legendary treasure in the Taishang furnace, a Zhu Dan into the abdomen, all diseases are eliminated and life is extended for ten years?"

After thinking about it, Zhang Zichen immediately hid the elixir in his sleeve, closed the door vigilantly, and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find a suitable place to hide things.

He is the duty of etiquette, and it happens that the prince's teaching is that he is in charge of supervising it, and everyone is eager to get close to the prince Yinjiao, because this is the eldest son of the king and Queen Jiang.

He has seen a lot of this kind of person, it is impossible to do this kind of fake public and private thing according to his temperament, but he is very helpless, the other party gives too much, Tianyu does not take the blame, he is still a new minister above the court, but the age has already entered the age of not confused, it looks the same age as the king, but it is actually far less healthy than the king, after all, not everyone can be protected by the power of the bird, and live so long.

"Just this time, I've never exceeded the rules in my life, and I should be fine."

It's the end of the month, Zhongfumen, the monthly ticket that hasn't been voted yet, please throw it to me.

(End of chapter)