The area of ​​Fangling County is located in nine counties, with a population of nearly 300,000.

It seems to be clear at a glance, but in fact the composition of the population is extremely complex. Let’s not talk about the population inside the city, but the complicated ones are the farmers outside the city.

The farmers outside this city are divided into original farmers and down the mountain people.

The original farmers refer to farmers who had already cultivated acres of land on the flat land outside the city during the reign of the Shen brothers and Kuai Qi.

It is much more complicated for mountain people to go down the mountain. There are ordinary black households like Zhang's family going down the mountain, and there are also 70,000 to 80,000 mountain people who are attracted by Ma Liang from the western mountainous areas.

These 70,000 to 80,000 mountain people are divided into Han people, Ba people, and Yi people, and the components are really complicated.

Now the government follows the rules to make these mountain people who go down the mountain live separately in Han villages, Ba people villages, and Yi people villages, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, reducing conflicts between them.

At present, all villages are in peace.

But each person's feelings are different, of course, gratitude is affirmative, and everyone is grateful for the kindness of the prefect.

But while being grateful, some people have different ideas due to their experiences.

Shiqi is a foreigner. As for whether his ancestors were Ba people, Yi, or Di people, Shiqi himself couldn't figure it out.

Perhaps there are all bloodlines.

Moreover, Shi Qi's grandmother was a Han girl, so Shi Qi could also be considered a Han Chinese.

This situation is extremely common in the Daba Mountains, Qinling, Bashu, Hanzhong and Fangling areas. Although the Han people nominally ruled Yizhou, they also occupied more fertile land cities on the Chengdu Plain, Bazhong Plain, and Hanzhong Plain. In the vast mountains, there are many foreigners living in the mixed races, which is reasonable.

Although Shiqi couldn't figure out whether he was a Ba, an irresponsible person, or something else, he could speak a bad Chinese and fluent Ba language. Before that, he lived in the mountainous area of ​​the western part of Fangling with a Ba mountaineering clan.

However, when 70,000 or 80,000 mountain citizens went down the mountain, there were six large tribes and many small tribes. Shi Qi was born in a small tribe.

The tribe of Shiqi is very small, with about a hundred households and seven or eight hundred people. According to the Han rules, the tribe of Shiqi is divided into one village with a village chief, with pavilion chief and village chief on it.

Of course, it was a good time to go down the mountain. The government planned a wasteland to reclaim the place where Shiqi was. Shiqi and others had plowing oxen and curved plows as sharp blades, making it very easy to reclaim the fields.

There are new water trucks that store water and plant rice, which also reduces physical labor and can cultivate more fields.

The fields at the foot of the mountain are fertile than those on the mountain, and the grain production of rice is also a little higher than sorghum. This year is a good weather and it is probably a good year.

Now the rice is about to mature. Before the autumn harvest, it is during the slack season. Shi Qi is doing nothing at home, so he will go to the ridges of his own fields from time to time to watch the rice.

The rice plants bent down, with heavy rice ears in front of them. Shi Qi was in his thirties, but because of his years of working, he looked in his forties or fifties. His face was densely filled with wrinkles, which was very ugly. But when he saw the heavy rice ears, he seemed to be smiling and blooming with beautiful light.

This is happiness and beautiful light.

It's hard to come by.

Shiqi bent down and pinched a grain of rice, pinched it carefully, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while. He planted sorghum all year round, but it was the first time he planted rice. He couldn't tell the approximate harvest this year.

"One acre may produce 225 kilograms?" Shi Qi was quite looking forward to it.

Shiqi knew that he would be unable to sleep tonight because the endless autumn rain had stopped and he could start harvesting rice tomorrow.

I will know how much rice can be produced in a few days.

Because the freshly cut rice still needs to be threshed and dried.

Shiqi walked back with his hands behind his back and barefoot on the muddy road, and returned to the village slowly. He met many people along the way. Shiqi knew that these people were the same as him and couldn't help but come to see the rice.

Not to mention anything else, the rice and the heavy rice ears are all happy when you look at it. Shi Qi greeted many people and said something simple. When he met someone who was particularly ripe, he stopped and said a few words.

Not long after, Shiqi returned home.

This house is also a new house, and they built it while reclaiming the fields. The new house is solid and does not leak.

Unlike the old houses in the mountains, they leak all day long and are disrepaired for so long. When the wind blows, they are afraid that the house will collapse.

Shiqi's family has an old wife, who is also a Han girl, with three children, two boys and one girl. She is not even ten years old and cannot do too heavy farm work, but she can also pull weeds and take care of the oxen at home.

The children were not here at this moment, and Shiqi guessed that the children had gone to herd cattle. The old wife at home was weaving linen cloth. The silk cloth was all used by scholars or local tyrants, and the common people usually wore clothes made of hemp.

The old wife was as skilled as ever in weaving. Shiqi didn't care at first, but then sighed on his face and asked, "Why do you seem to be a little worried?"

The old wife wants to speak but stops.

Shiqi said unhappily: "What are you doing hesitantly? Just say anything."

"The prefect is kind and blessed by God. This year our family will definitely have a great harvest, and I believe the whole Fangling is like this. Next year our family will have a good life. But I sighed, my sister who is still on the mountain."

The old wife sighed.

Shiqi understood that his wife had an older sister who married a Ba tribe from Ma's surname, which was a Ba tribe from Ma Tao's tribe.

At that time, six of the seven tribes decided to go down the mountain, but only Ma Tao insisted on being in the mountain, and I don’t know why.

Now, the mountaineering people who went down the mountain saw that the autumn harvest was coming, but they were happy and grateful to the prefect for their kindness. The mountaineering people on the mountain did not know what the year it was.

The woman was sentimental and worried about her sister's family.

"This is also impossible. Who told Ma Tao to be a bastard. He has a good food and accommodation at the foot of the mountain, but he must stay on the mountain?" Shiqi said.

The old wife sobbed and began to shed tears, saying, "Life on the mountain is hard. I work all year round and it's not like a human being. You and I are both in my early thirties, but I look fifty years old. My sister has many children and in-laws at home, but she lives even harder than me."

Shiqi sighed and then advised: "You don't have to be too moved. Life at the foot of the mountain is so easy. When the news comes up to the mountain, the mountain people of Ma Tao's troops will also go down the mountain. Next year's autumn harvest will definitely be their share. As for this year, if the life on the mountain is really sad, we will send some rice and grain to help us survive."

"Oh, that's all." The old wife could only sigh when she heard this, and reached out to wipe her tears.

Everyone, all the people from Fangling.

All the rice and heavy rice ears that grew out of the dense rice fields outside Fangling City knew that Fangling would definitely have a great harvest this year.

In troubled times, there is nothing better than a good harvest.

If the people can have enough food, the prefect can make the soldiers eat enough food, and the civilian army will be stable, which is a good year.

As for how big a good harvest is, we will only know after the autumn harvest.

Guan Ping did not see how the people cut rice, how they threshed, and how they dried rice. Now, Guan Ping has rarely gone out.

It's also a tragedy.

A big man like me needs to be wary of assassination by others.

To beware of assassination by others, you need to bring more guards and entourage personnel.

If you bring more guards and followers, you will disturb the people.

The bigger the character, the more an otaku he is.

Therefore, since ancient times, emperors were basically otaku.

Sigh.

Not long after, the autumn harvest in the nine counties of Fangling was basically over. After a few more days of endurance, Guan Ping then called Sun Gan to inquire about this matter.

Because the nine counties are scattered in the mountains, it takes time to communicate with each other and is not very convenient. It takes some time to receive information.

Guan Ping estimated that the information was reported one after another, and then he summoned Sun Gan.

It was sunny that morning.

In front of the study, Guan Ping was waiting for Sun Gan to come at the entrance of the study. When he saw Sun Gan, Guan Ping warmly invited Sun Gan in.

"Mr. Gongyou."

Guan Ping hurriedly stepped forward to support Sun Gan's hand, and the two entered the study together. Although one was the prefect and the other was Gongcao, it would be inappropriate.

But Sun Gan's other identity was Guan Ping's teacher, so he accepted it calmly.

After the two sat down, Guan Ping couldn't wait to ask: "How is the autumn harvest?"

Speaking of this, Sun Gan also smiled and said, "This year is a bumper harvest. According to the official documents sent by the nine counties, the average grain production of rice per mu of field this year is 230 kilograms. All counties know that this year is a bumper year, so they have newly built granaries one after another, but the average grain production of rice per mu is still beyond the expectations of each county. The rice collected is currently unable to be stuffed. All counties have to free up some houses to collect rice."

"A rough estimate is that Jigu can provide 40,000 troops, and it will take about one and a half years to eat."

Guan Ping was overjoyed when he heard this, and was overjoyed. He just needed to install a tail on his butt and shook it hard.

I was so happy that I felt like a little squirrel with nuts.

Very good.

Before the autumn harvest, I tossed and turned, and I was extremely nervous.

Now it’s the final decision. Jigu can provide 40,000 troops with food for about a year and a half. Fangling County plans to recruit 30,000 to 40,000 elite troops.

After the autumn harvest, you can recruit soldiers. Next autumn, or the beginning of the year after tomorrow, you can send troops to Hanzhong to expand your land.

This year's great harvest is really important.

If the food is not harvested this year, it will really be a life-threatening one.

God is really helping me.

readily.

Of course, I am happy that there are still some things that need to be dealt with seriously. As for the recruitment, it is not too late to talk about it. Guan Ping said to Sun Gan: "Sir. This autumn harvest is really a bumper harvest. It is beyond the expectations of each county. I don't blame this for the fewer and smaller granaries. However, the grain that cannot be hidden in the granary needs to be kept safely. If anyone takes the collected grains to become moldy and broken due to improper storage, I will hold anyone accountable. In addition, we will take the opportunity to promote this matter, attract Daba Mountain and the mountainous people in the surrounding mountainous areas to go down the mountain to continue to increase the population."
Chapter completed!