After leaving the Green Willow Garden, Wang Yan did not return home immediately, but took Pan Tao to Guangchengyuan in the northwest.

At the foot of Guangcheng Palace, he met Le Kuan, who had been promoted to the rank of lieutenant of the middle priest.

From the county to the top, it is difficult to say whether it is good or bad. But Lekuan had no choice, and he could only be with livestock during the Chinese New Year, and he couldn't go home.

Wang Yan and Pan Tao were not on business, but one was Situ and the other was Sima of the Taifu Shogunate, neither of which he could offend, and he soon invited a place called Zhilan Courtyard located in the west of Guangcheng Palace.

The construction of this hospital began in the second half of last year and was just completed a while ago.

The main building is built according to the topography and is a "peninsula" deep into the lake.

The place is not very large, but there are woods, bamboo gardens, courtyards, viewing pavilions, and even water pavilions built on the lake.

Decorate it again this year, move some Luoyang Zuozang utensils to lay out, and it will be almost completely completed.

Wang Yan didn't think that building such a garden would cost the people and money.

Anyway, it is the people who are requisitioned, and they need as many as they want, such as cutting down trees and building houses, digging mountains and stones, burning bricks and tiles, etc., "without trouble".

"It seems to be farmland on the other side?" Wang Yan squinted his eyes for a long time and asked uncertainly.

The farmland and the Zhilan Courtyard don't match, how to set up the scene?

Le Kuan was also a little embarrassed and explained: "There was originally a sea of bamboo, and the Marquis of Lu Yang ordered a part of it to be cut down and made bamboo for Guangchengyuan's use. After the land was burned, it was converted into farmland at the beginning of the year and planted for a season of millet. ”

"What is the harvest per acre?" Wang Yan retracted his gaze and asked casually.

"Less than two." Le Kuan replied.

This yield can be said to be very low, even if the river bottom silt is applied, the output is only about 60 catties.

"Who cultivates?" Wang Yan asked again.

"Nanyang and Shunyang two county servants."

"Where's the grain?"

"Give it something to eat, and if you have a surplus, let it take it away."

Wang Yan looked around again.

Guangchengyuan, this place, he actually paid attention to - on the map.

As far as the boundaries are concerned, more than half of the county has never been developed, and even the wheat fields in the late Han Dynasty more than 100 years ago were overgrown with wild grass.

It has been almost two years and three months since the imperial court intervened in this place on a large scale, relying on more than 60,000 masters and servants in the five counties, and built three palaces: Guangcheng Palace, Zhilan Temple, and Tangchi (natural hot spring).

In addition, more than 1,000 hectares of farmland have been developed. Although the production is laughable and can only be eaten by Tunding, this is the first year.

When the spring sowing is carried out in the second year of Yongjia (308), the mu harvest will be improved to a certain extent.

After that, it increased year by year, and finally became mature.

Guangchengze's land, that's how much or how much, as long as you are willing to work hard to transform.

Wang Yan subconsciously wanted to do something, but when he touched his body, he didn't bring divination equipment.

Quietly, he walked through the Zhilan Courtyard, which had dozens of houses, and then walked west, and saw an empty field with a foundation laid.

"What is this?" Wang Yan asked.

"Yongjia Cangcheng." Le Kuan replied: "After the spring sowing next year, the waiting list will gather before it will be officially built." ”

"What's over there?" Wang Yan stretched out his hand and asked.

Yongjia Cangcheng is built near the river, and on the other side of the creek, there are three wooden buildings scattered and scattered, which look like warehouses, but they are not exactly like them.

"That's three forage fields." Le Kuan replied: "Before the livestock survive the winter, they need to prepare hay, so build a forage yard to prepare it. After the grass returns to green in spring, it can be released in the wild. Next to the forage field, there is a pasture garden, and now there are only more than 2,000 cattle, sheep, horses and dolphins, which are owned by the imperial court. ”

Wang Yan nodded, and asked again: "I heard that Luyang Hou has thousands of horses, and they are wild in the garden, but I don't know where they are. ”

"It's a little far away from these twenty miles." Le Kuan replied: "The Marquis of Luyang sent more than a thousand soldiers to garrison and guard, and ordinary people dare not approach. ”

Wang Yan sighed and didn't say anything.

Pan Tao was also silent, but his heart was churning.

He did have closer contacts with Shao Xun, but it was impossible to get a glimpse of the full picture of Luyanghou's forces. It can even be said that he doesn't know as much as Yu Liang and Xu Lang.

Before coming to Liang County, he learned one thing: the more than 1,000 hectares of land planted by Guangcheng Zetunding this year will be handed over to the Jisang thieves to be cultivated next year, which is one of the landmark events of Shao Xun's comprehensive intervention in Guangchengze.

The fields are all from the imperial court on the surface, but who is using them, but they are very particular, anyway, the Son of Heaven doesn't know what is going on here, he only knows that he is repairing the palace.

Guangchengze this place, as long as you don't hesitate to spend money, you can also open up thousands of hectares of land, and there is no shortage of irrigation water to irrigate the land. If the rectification is completed, it will really teach people to be red-eyed, and there may be people competing for it at that time.

He thought of the proverb that "Luoshui is cut off", his heart moved, he didn't say anything, and continued to watch.

Next, several people went to the dark until dark, rested in the Zhilan Courtyard for one night, and then went to Guangcheng Palace the next day to meet the Hui Empress Yang, before returning to Luoyang.

On the way back, Wang Yan kept thinking about the state of the sheep offering Rongcai.

Compared with the time of the first emperor, it seems to be a lot better?

There are many books and picture albums in the hall, and Wang Yan is embarrassed to read them, but it should be collected by Queen Hui or even written by herself.

I heard that she sent people to Xincheng, Luhun and other places to look for farmers who are good at planting rice, and want to plant rice in Guangchengze.

In this regard, Wang Yan could only be stunned, what did the woman do with these things all day long?

But after thinking about it, Queen Hui is in her youth, and she lives in the deep palace alone, so it is good to find something to do, so as not to catch people off guard.

Pan Tao is also thinking, and the angle is different from Wang Yan.

He's good at getting along with people.

When Wang Dun was young, he gave a comment: "The eyes of the bee have been revealed, but the sound of the jackal has not sounded deafening." He shall be able to eat men, and he shall be eaten by men. ”

When I saw the Queen of Sheep this time, I just felt that something was wrong.

The sheep don't like chores very much. Pan Tao could completely see that Empress Hui was patiently doing those things, and it seemed that she was making a deal.

Trading is a big deal.

If it is a transaction between a man and a woman, in the end of the transaction, something extra will always happen, especially a single woman like Empress Hui.

Pan Tao had some guesses in his heart, and he was still a little worried, would something happen in the end that would bring shame to the Heavenly Family?

But in this current world, the world is swaying, and the heroes are competing, compared to these, Queen Hui's little thing is not worth mentioning.

He sat down and began to think about the next direction of the situation.

Lu Yanghou gave a bold guess, he was skeptical, and then he just observed silently to see if things were developing as Lu Yanghou expected.

If it happens, a lot of things will have to be re-planned.

******

After Wang and Pan returned to Luoyang, they soon ushered in the New Year's Day.

Sima Chi, the Son of Heaven, held a banquet in the palace and invited the ministers all over the world, and he was happy.

In the area of Liang County and Guangchengyuan, the atmosphere of the New Year is also very strong.

Before dawn, Shao Xun went to the main hall of Guangcheng Palace to work hard.

The cold wind on the mountain in the middle of the night is biting, and the air turns into ice.

The chilblains on Shao Xun's hands were almost all cracked, and there were hidden traces of blood oozing. But he still meticulously arranged the bamboos, and when the sky was faint, he lit the fire.

"Crackle!" The sound of firecrackers spread throughout the lonely and cold deep palace.

Yang Xianrong woke up from his sleep, and when he heard the sound of firecrackers outside, he hurriedly called the palace people to ask.

"Lu Yanghou set off firecrackers outside, saying that he would welcome the New Year for the queen." The palace man replied with his head bowed.

Yang Xianrong was stunned.

The fluffy futon slipped off his shoulder, and as it passed over his chest, he hesitated for a moment, and then fell trembling again.

The corners of her mouth gradually hooked, once, twice, three times, and gradually the whole room seemed to brighten.

"Crackle!" The voice came one after another.

Yang Xianrong quickly dressed up and walked out of the temple gate.

In the distance are snow-capped mountains.

At the foot of the mountains, courtyards, pavilions, river pools, and farmland are dotted among them, and there are hidden deer running around, and tigers and wolves howling.

Living in this place, it's like a hermit.

But Yang Xianrong is not a hermit, and she has no idea of being a hermit, she is a woman who was spoiled when she was a child and frightened when she grew up.

The palace people moved a Hu bed over, and Yang Xianrong sat there, looking quietly with his cheeks back, just like the brightness of Kim Yong Cheng's meeting.

Shao Xun got up and saluted, his face a little gray.

Yang Xianrong sneered.

Shao Xun also smiled and said, "Did the queen let go of firecrackers?" ”

Yang Xianrong shook his head.

Shao Xun picked up a piece, handed it over, and said: "Zhengdan is the day of the three yuan, when the rooster crows, it bursts firecrackers in front of the court to ward off evil ghosts." The minister came in the middle of the night and prepared such a large number of things to exorcise evil spirits for the queen. ”

Yang Xianrong's heart warmed, and he took the firecracker with some joy.

"Put it in the fire." Shao Xun pointed to the blazing fire and said.

Yang Xianrong hummed, got up and walked over. As soon as she arrived, there was a "bang" in the fire, which scared her.

Shao Xun's eyes were quick, he stretched out his hand and hugged the sheep in his arms.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Yang Xianrong struggled slightly, Shao Xun hurriedly let go and took two steps back.

"Bang!" The firecrackers exploded again, but they couldn't withstand the thumping "loud noise" of his heart beating violently.

The queen's waist is so soft.

He looked up at the sheep.

The sheep turned his back to him.

The cold mountain breeze blew, but the queen's ears became more and more red like blood.

After a few moments, she stroked the ends of her hair, picked up the bamboo, and placed it in the fire.

The flames gradually engulfed the bamboo, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little charming.

"Bang!" The sound of firecrackers resumed.

Shao Xun's heartbeat has returned to normal.

He secretly sighed that his concentration was still not enough, and he hadn't touched a woman for a year, and he began to think crankily.

"Evil ghosts avoid." The queen didn't speak, and Shao Xun could only talk awkwardly: "But I don't know when this statement started." ”

Yang Xianrong turned around, and there was still a slight blush on his face, but his expression had returned to normal.

I only heard her say: "The "Divine Sutra" cloud 'There are people in the western mountains, who are more than one foot long, one foot, and are not afraid of people. If you commit it, it will make people cold and hot, and it is called a mountain. In the fire with bamboo, there is a sound of 烞 (po) ether (bi), and the mountain is frightened. "Xuanhuang Sutra" is also called the mountain nest ghost. ”

"I see." Shao Xun continued to talk awkwardly.

Yang Xianrong has completely returned to normal, and said happily: "When I lived in the palace, there was also a court fire on Zhengdan, but I never set it off with my own hands. Today - the concubine is very happy, and she has fulfilled her childhood wish. ”

The smile on her face was completely genuine, without the slightest utilitarianism, just pure joy.

Shao Xun was also happy for her, and said: "Compared with last year, the queen's heart is much more relaxed. ”

The first course of treatment is considered a success, right?

Yang Xianrong glanced at him and didn't say anything, just turned around and looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Shao Xun silently burned the remaining firecrackers, and then saluted and took his leave.

As if he hadn't heard it, the sheep stood motionless by the wind.