Since he knew that Mr. Yang was not an idiot, and while he was escorting back, Murong Tu became more and more pleased and said everything.

"Do you often encounter this situation here in Jingnan?"

Mr. Yang asked interestingly

"Not anymore. It's like this kind of gathering for chaos. I was cleaned up by the army earlier. There were three detachments going to the countryside to settle the followers, etc., to catch and kill and exile, and to manage a large number of people. Therefore, in fact, we can deal with the most, but it was just some thieves and even committing crimes."

Murong Tu shook his head quickly and said.

"Of course, sometimes the village is suspected of committing crimes and the patrol team avoids suspicion. We will also find the investigation and handling of the people we come to. For example, if we damage theft and sell public property, or use the convenience of Zhuangzi to make profits, the anti-counterfeiting meeting will also lower the article to us..."

"You mean, someone steals the food in the farm? Isn't that a lack of supervision?"

Mr. Yang couldn't help but frown and said.

"But that's not the case, it's because the Holy Cu law specifically protects and purchases grain products in the village... and the supervision in the village has always been internal and external."

Murong Dou quickly defended.

"Are you talking about the surplus grain collection policy and the procurement method for agricultural and sideline products in exclusive Tunzhuang?"

Mr. Yang said in a little surprised.

"That's true, because there is an unlimited minimum purchase price of 15 to 18 pm per bucket in the village. So after I handed over to 15 pm for a regular exchange, some people missed the opportunity to make profits after selling surplus grains."

Murong said proudly.

"Can this still make a profit?"

Mr. Yang became more and more surprised.

"This generation took advantage of the near-ripening period to buy low grain and other products accumulated by the villagers from neighboring villages; and then used them to earn the difference between several civices. As a result, many gangs were formed where neighbors shelter and hide each other...

Murong Tu explained patiently.

Of course, he was able to grasp these situations more clearly because he actively responded to dispatch than others to the countryside, and thus obtained some side dishes and agricultural products as a habitual welfare.

"However, local opportunities to lose public and private fertility by colluding with local food to sell grain are not always available. In the case of the Little New Year or the Common Year, local output is only enough for your own food and you will not have takeout."

He continued to add.

"But I wonder if this difference can be shouted out?"

Mr. Yang asked with interest.

"Of course, there are big and small places, which depends on the quality of the fields and the convenience of irrigation. But overall, it is still far less than that of the village."

Murong Gu nodded and said.

"You should know that the collective villages in Hunan nowadays are all roughly planned regulations, good varieties and equipment, as well as newly built irrigation canals nearby. As long as the fertilizer and water are artificially effective, they can get two harvests a year, and they can also harvest one season of melon, bean and vegetable beds... But the local area is afraid that there will be no such opportunity."

"They can only get three harvests in two years at most, or plant some vegetables in addition to the harvest. If they encounter unexpected production cuts such as water, drought and locust plagues, the harvest they have won is not enough to eat by themselves, and they will have to come to the Zhuangzi to find a way to save them."

"Can the villages in various places still have the spare time to help the local area?"

Mr. Yang pondered for a while and asked again.

"Of course it's not a simple thing. Those who have the strength come and work hard. Those who don't have the strength can do other things... If people want to survive, they always have to think about some ways."

But Murong Gu said with some emotion, but he remembered the women who had seen and heard that because they could not support their families or had stutters, they all thought of ways to bring their younger siblings or children to the village. The price was only a few bags of unshelled coarse grains or a large bag of compressed dry cakes.

"What this councillor said is very true..."

At this time, a stance who was driving a mule cart in front of him couldn't help but turn his head and respond...

"Thanks to the Taiping Army that the people in the neighborhood, in addition to deducting food in the fields, can also find some livelihoods and investments by selling their energy. If it were the situation in the past few years, then there would be only the life of every household to escape from famine."

"I'm going to say that I've come here on the way to fleeing famine. That tastes really good... The government ignores our lives and death. The wealthy families also treat us as thieves to block and drive them away. Those who pass by the town are so hungry that they are so hungry, grass roots, leaves, bark and even paste. They eat whatever they see...."

"I really felt that people were not like humans, they were all hungry beasts; on the road, in the canals, they were poured into pieces; those wild dogs and black brambles could not eat them; and they were secretly arrested to eat them. There were also those sold to the city for fat chickens and pig meat, because these things were edible very strong and sturdy."

Speaking of this, his face was full of vicissitudes of life and his wrinkles seemed to bloom.

"Fortunately, the rebels came, broke the city of the government and opened a large household. We also tasted the taste of full meals for the first time. We ate half a basin in one go and stuffed it all the way to my throat, almost unable to move. But there were still people who were really reluctant to leave the meal, and they forced themselves to hold their stomachs to death. Or they were reluctant to vomit and choked to death. "

"Later, the Taiping Army also took over the ground. Our old-fashioned armies were cut off from the rebels he followed and returned to the village to participate in everyone's farming and farming. Thanks to the care of the village, I was allowed to take charge of the cart and feed the animals. I was considered to have a destiny in the rest of my life."

"We only hope for such a good day now, and we can continue to live with the blessings and longevity of the Taiping Army for thousands of years. There has been no news of starving death in the past two or three years. Many children have been born and raised in the village."

"You said that the Grand Governor of Zhou was not a person with real destiny and energy; with his blessings and blessings and the common people, there will be these good times and good weather and famines."

Listening to this heartfelt words that I couldn't stop talking when I heard the handlebars, Mr. Yang, or Yang Shigu, the former left-leaning military advisor of the rebel army, is now the most embarrassing figure in the Taiping Army; but he is a little silent and full of emotion.

He vaguely understood the relationship and reasons. Since the Taiping Army occupied these places, it has built water conservancy everywhere to build roads. It not only restored and strengthened embankments, cleared and widened rivers and induced canals to irrigate, but also implemented new measures such as strict sanitation management of human and animal separation.

Therefore, due to the relaxation and disrepair of water conservancy facilities, and the continuous disasters of various and large amounts of years, there have been no major floods, droughts and famines in several years; even the continuous epidemics that were originally held every year have almost disappeared.

However, in the eyes of ordinary and foolish women who are difficult to understand the truth and roots behind it, this is inevitably a powerful proof of the Taiping Army's destiny, or the spirit of the times; even the people in charge of the government have called for the wind and rain, praying for the great fortune and the magical methods.

Listening to the nagging in my ears and slowly embarking on the road, Yang Shigu remembered the scene again.

In fact, when he heard the news from the military palace, or a handwritten with familiar words, he could only walk back to his room with expressionless expression, and then his body hunched down, revealing a sense of sadness that was nothing more than death.

No matter what kind of hardship and reason is filled with, or how tactful and gentle words are used to modify it, it cannot change the most basic fact; as the military advisor of the rebel army and one of the right-hand men whom Huang Wang valued the most, it was betrayed and abandoned like a broken foot.

He has been assigned to the lord of the Taiping Army, who was later in the rebel army, and was also the legitimate son-in-law of Huang Wang, as a permanent co-sponsor. He came with him as the news that Huang Wang had secretly accepted the court's pleading and was about to go north to take office as Fangzhen.

However, what he cares about and feels sad was not just that King Huang accepted the imperial edicts and betrayed the demands and hopes of the vast number of soldiers of the rebel army. In fact, King Huang also asked the court for official positions several times before this, but he was able to do it after asking him for advice and carefully discussing the pros and cons.

But now this time, he and the ideals and beliefs he upholds were obviously excluded by Huang Wang and the people who encouraged him. It seemed that there was no place for him to survive except for the name of a right military advisor.

During that time, he lost most of his goals and directions at once, and was arranged to go to the countryside to patrol and observe the customs of the people, and at the same time supervised the resettlement situation in various villages in Lingnan as a temporary solution.

Then he met an unexpected man, a veteran soldier with a severe burn and full of ugly bodies. His name was Huang Cunxin, who was considered a native of Huang Wang and one of the family members of the same clan.

Therefore, he has participated in almost all the wars since the Huang King's rebellion, and is also a good man who truly follows his original intention and remains determined. Even if he suffers all the hardships in the world, he always believes that good people will definitely be rewarded, but he has not yet met him.

However, when he was fighting Xinzhou, he encountered a disaster, and was hit by the ash bottle of the defenders and handed over burning tincture oil. Because he was too seriously injured, he was sent to the back of the lack of medical treatment and medicine to wait for death. When Yang Shigu saw the other party, his body was full of pus and maggots, and his bones were rotten, but he was not dead yet, but he was breathing with the ashes he had been constantly applying.

However, such a person who was destined to give up treatment and could only wait for death under the hands of King Huang survived after encountering the Taiping Army and gained the result of continuing to be a dignified person and maintaining peace all year round

He relied on the offerings assigned by the Holy Cu to take over the family of Zong Zhaohe, and even inherited an orphan from the family of Zong Zhaohe, and was satisfied with the pleasure and family affection of raising the descendant. And there were still many people in the same situation as him, all of whom were disabled soldiers who were left (abandoned) in the ridge or along the way of the Northern Expedition of Huang Wang.

They are lacking in hands and feet or are not good at doing things. Although they live a hard and difficult life, they are still working hard and dignified, and they are all dedicated to doing their best to do something for the Taiping Army to repay.

Compared to their life that is still full of expectations in their pain and hardship, Yang Shigu suddenly felt that his self-pity and lament and loss, what can the ups and downs of his life be counted as?

All these repeated touches made Yang Shigu suddenly realize; perhaps the so-called heroes of the times, the so-called ruler of the destiny, were not just the martial arts and heroic strategies that led the people to conquer the city and destroy millions and overthrow the world;

It is not just about defeating countless opponents, but also trembling the world and the heroes bowing their heads. It should be the one who came into being in the world and can bring happiness and hope to most people who are struggling in hardships.
Chapter completed!