After settling down in Pan Yuan, everyone launched a vigorous clean-up operation.

The house has been roughly repaired.

Weeds are removed.

The farmland was cleared.

The water mill was repaired.

The owner of the building even had a large number of livestock come in.

Everything is moving in a good direction......

In October of the second year of Yongning (302), it was sunny.

In the wilderness, hundreds of people bent over and scythe-wielded scythes to harvest forage.

Shao Xun straightened up and wiped his sweat.

In this year, the sergeant is to work. In fact, Shi Bing spent most of his life taking care of farm work.

Delayed training? Then it's good to delay.

The more you train, the more you eat, and the more you spend.

As for the combat effectiveness, it doesn't matter. Everybody is like this, it's better than bad.

Last year, the rebel thief Sima Lun, Luoyang Zuo nearly thirteen years old men were all requisitioned, do these conscripted soldiers have combat effectiveness? Apparently there are not many, and they are not the same as going to war?

Those who really don't have to work are actually some of the people of the Luoyang Praetorian Guard. They were recruits, and most of the time they spent honing their skills in killing, without having to work in the fields.

Especially the armored cavalry under the command of several cavalry governors, tsk, that is called a mighty horse. One man and three horses, all men and horses are heavily armored, charging into battle, invincible, ordinary soldiers are worth a leg hair?

"I need a nobleman's support." Shao Xun sighed silently.

Without the appreciation of nobles, this day is really difficult.

After sighing, he was about to continue his work when he caught a glimpse of blood out of the corner of his eye.

"Stay." Shao Xun pressed a young man's shoulder, looked at it carefully, and then untied the cowhide bladder from his waist and asked him to sit down.

The boy was a little overwhelmed and sat down on the ground tremblingly.

Shao Xun took water and washed it.

The boy's ankle was accidentally cut by a sickle, and it was drenched in blood, which was very scary to look at.

After cleaning the wound, Shao Xun tore off a piece of cloth from his body, and after carefully bandaging it, he said, "Go and rest under the tree over there." ”

"Team leader......," the teenager muttered.

He is only 10 years old this year, and he is thousands of miles away from home, and his heart is hesitant. When he was injured, he could only lick his wounds silently, and when he was homesick, he would secretly cry alone.

After all, it's still a child.

"It doesn't matter." Shao Xun said gently: "In my team, everyone should help each other. ”

After speaking, he called the other two teenagers and said, "Help Mao Er over, and you will take care of him today." ”

"Team leader, you still have to mow the grass...... a teenager said.

Shao Xun patted him on the shoulder and said, "There are still forty-seven people in our team, one person is even, it is easy to finish, go ahead, listen to the order." ”

"No." The two took the order and left with Mao Er in their arms.

The three of them gradually moved away, and Mao Er glanced back from time to time.

Shao Xun smiled and said loudly: "On the battlefield, there are no eyes for swords and guns, and no one wants to be abandoned. Mowing grass together, killing enemies together, eating meat together, no one can be left behind. ”

With that, he bent down and swung his scythe with all his might.

When everyone heard this, they were a little ignorant.

They are still young and generally can't understand the meaning of the words, but under the demonstration of the team leader, they all subconsciously speed up their movements.

Shao Xun laughed, and the sickle flew up and down, as fast as the wind.

This one thing alone cannot change the perception of a group of people. Fortunately, he still has time, and in the long-term relationship, he can deepen his impression through one thing after another, and finally form an unbreakable group.

The hard work continued until late in the evening.

Shao Xun asked people to pile bunches of hay on the side of the road, while he himself held the scabbard and looked at the red glow in the west.

It was Pan Yuan's Zhuang Ke who bundled the hay, and Shao Xun knew a few of them, so he greeted him with a smile.

However, these people are very wooden, and only one old man is willing to say a few words to him.

"The old man's body is quite strong." Shao Xun said with a smile.

"It's not tough." The old man sighed, and while skillfully stacking the forage, he said, "If you don't have the strength to plant and pick vegetables, you won't starve to death?" ”

Shao Xun was silent, and then asked: "Fighting every year, farming is not enough to make a living, what is the meaning of planting?" ”

"You have to plant." The old man said: "Corn, wheat, courgette, peach, busy every year. My home is here, and whoever comes will farm the land. Even if you plant less and less every year, you still have to plant the land......"

The phrase "always have to farm" swirled repeatedly in Shao Xun's mind.

He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

In just one sentence, it is both sad and desperate, but it seems to be full of indomitable vitality.

This world, this nation, perhaps it is under this tenacious words of "always farming" that we can overcome many hardships and be reborn again and again.

It's a pity that some people don't cherish it, and the troubled times will be so big, what will become of the Hu people, the homeless, and the rebellious army under the butcher's knife?

But – indeed, there is always a farming.

******

It was getting late, and in the garden, Mi Huang took people to count the forage.

After the Pan family lost power, some of them fled, some of them died in the war of the past two years, and there were only thirty or forty families left, and now they are all working in the fields to which the manor belongs.

Mi Huang can't manage these villagers, because the princess has already sent her cronies to manage it, and all he can manage is this one soldier - there are still more than 470 left.

The old is old, the little is small, and it's not easy to do it.

Mi Huang knew that he didn't have this talent, but there was a lack of talent in his pocket, so he could only bite the bullet. For the rest of the month, I was exhausted, so I simply didn't care much about it, and let the team leaders do it themselves.

He only appears at the time of the assessment.

Pan raised a group of livestock in the garden, which was about to spend the winter, and he needed to prepare forage, which was ordered by the princess, and it was a task that must be completed, so he left the meeting place and took an ox cart to supervise and count.

But when he was only halfway through the count, he was not very interested, and he chatted with the guests while watching casually.

"People don't accept stones, and things are not good." Mi Huang yawned, squeezed out two tears, and said, "I'll be tired after a while." ”

"Who told you to go so early?" Guest Pei Dun said with a smile: "Cao Shangshu rarely took out the treasure and distributed it to everyone. After taking the medicine, there are still beautiful maids singing and dancing to cheer up, tsk, but you actually ran away. ”

"Military affairs are in the body......" Mi Huang sighed: "Besides, I'm worried that after taking the medicine, it won't be beautiful." ”

Pei Dun laughed and said, "Jun Zhen is a sincere person. ”

Mi Huang smiled.

Even if you take the medicine, if you let loose the wreckage in other people's mansions again, it will be a little embarrassing, although many people do this, Cao Shangshu will not mind.

Sometimes he is also confused.

The scholars and doctors were promiscuous, talking about metaphysics, and for the sake of gatherings, they often ignored military and political affairs, and threw their hands to the people below them. As for the people's livelihood and the lives of the people, it is not within their scope of consideration......

If this continues, will the country really be good?

He was a little afraid to think about these things, and subconsciously avoided them. Moreover, everyone around him is like this, what can he do? Mi family is not a gate, if you don't fit in, you can't fit into other people's circles, and in the end it's yourself who suffers.

The way of this world, alas.

"Have you ever seen the princess?" Mi Huang asked suddenly.

Pei Dun nodded and said, "I saw you in Beijing, I brought a letter from home, and I was scolded." ”

Mi Huang was speechless.

He knew that although Pei Dun was an elder brother, he was a little afraid of this sister, maybe not only because his sister was the princess of the East China Sea, but also because there were other factors - the princess was actually a very powerful person.

Pei Dun also had a sister who was married to Jiyin Bian 壸 (kǔn).

Bian is a standard wealthy family, his father Bian Cui is now the Zhongshu Ling, the knight is named the Duke of Chengyang County, and the six brothers "and ascend to the house", known as the "Bian Six Dragons".

Bian Yan's mother is the daughter of Zhang Hua, a Zhongshu Ling who served as the prime minister, and this family is simply amazing, no wonder she married Wen Xi Pei.

He has a rare reputation, and was once conquered by Sima Yin, the king of Qi, but refused, and now he is still hanging out in Beijing, participating in various gatherings, and waiting for the opportunity.

Mi Huang is really a little envious.

The children of the scholar clan are not in a hurry to become officials at all, because they have too many opportunities, and they can refuse one after another until they are willing.

Sometimes it is not good to be an official, or I feel that my official duties are too busy, which affects my participation in the party, so I simply abandon my official position. After going back and resting for a while, it was easy to change places and become officials, as if those official positions were reserved for them.

The East China Sea Mi clan can only be regarded as a Han Su sect, but it can't be as capricious as the Shi clan, and there are many fewer opportunities.

His colleague Liu Qia has no family, so he doesn't dare to leave Sikong Mansion easily, because others may not accept him. If you change to a scholar, you can be an official in the palace of King Qi today, and go to the king of Changsha to be a staff member after a while, without too much resistance, and you can change freely.

The kings of Qi, the kings of Changsha and other nobles not only could not be angry, but also had to be deliberately wooed, because they needed to rely on the strength of the scholars to stabilize their power.

This is the reality, the bleak reality.

Fortunately, Mi Huang has a good mentality, which is less than the above, and more than the bottom. The king of the East China Sea was unavailable, and he was given this opportunity, so he naturally had to do his best and die.

It's work!

He cheered up and continued to supervise.