“Competition to take the job?”

Everyone was puzzled, what was the operation?

Li Jixun smiled and said, "The Governor's Office is in the northwest. There is only a general of Xiliang Prefecture who commands tens of thousands of people. From Liangzhou, Ganzhou, and Suzhou, to recover the Hexi Corridor, and to fight until Guiyi Army."

"The south is bounded by the Kingdom of Khotan, and the north is the Gaochang Uighurs, which is the jurisdiction of Xiliang Prefecture."

"In two years, it must be done."

Everyone was very excited when they heard these words.

Don’t so many prefectures and counties represent many merits?

Especially Pan Mei, who is still a viscount, and the others are uncles, which is really enviable.

"This is a requirement!" Li Jixun smiled and said, "As for being able to take office, you still need to make a marching plan. As long as you write it well, you can take office."

When everyone heard this, their brows frowned.

How many literate men can be like them?

But only Pan Mei was overjoyed. Isn’t this tailor-made for him?

Seeing this scene, Liu Guangyi smiled and said, "I can't do it anymore. I'm just a handful of old bones. I'm not adapting to the northwest. It's just that."

"I can't do it either!" Hu Yanzan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I belong to the Imperial Camp, Your Majesty will not let me go."

Wang Shenqi, Zhang Lingduo and others smiled without saying a word, only Li Chuyun said: "No matter who you go, don't forget to bring my son Jilong!"

"Jilong is twenty years old. He fought in Youzhou last year and has become a camp commander, right? What a great skill!"

Li Jixun couldn't help but sigh, looking at everyone and said, "Among the younger generation, Jilong is probably the first."

"Yes!" "Yes, yes!"

More than a dozen people basically agree.

The youngest among so many people are in their thirties and the elderly are over 60 years old. They are basically from the children of the Imperial Guard General, so they are naturally intimate.

For a moment, everyone was filled with emotion, and it was so happy to drink and eat meat.

Li Jixun originally thought it was a position of retirement, but he never thought that he actually took charge of a lot of power, which made him feel a little satisfied. Although he is old, he has power and has a high status. What else can he not be satisfied with?

In the end, the wine was gone and it ended in joy.

When Pan Mei was about to leave, Li Jixun dragged his heavy steps and whispered to him: "There are many old men of imperial guards in Shaanxi, so as long as you work hard, I hope it's still quite big."

Pan Mei was overjoyed and quickly bowed, and her steps suddenly became lighter.

The bustle ended and everyone went back to their homes.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, Luoyang was lively.

Li Chuyun left the Governor's Office, rode a horse, and wore an official uniform, and left Luoyang City leisurely.

There is a stream in the more than ten miles outside Luoyang City. There is a farm in the north, covering an area of ​​more than 3,000 acres. Li Chuyun only bought it after spending all his money.

Since surrendering to the Tang Dynasty, due to illness, he has not participated in the war much, and the viscount has not changed, so he can only buy three thousand acres of land as his family fortune.

Even though it is only 3,000 acres, each acre reaches a huge amount of five cents because it is close to Luoyang.

On the spacious path, you can see children pulling old cows, old people carrying baskets, and many vendors walking in a hurry. People's expressions are natural and no longer as chaotic as they used to be.

He found that in the past two years, there have been more cattle and sheep in the countryside, with almost ten households, and there is one cow. Obviously, the recovery of Yanyun is also a huge profit for the people.

This made Li Chuyun sigh that such a peaceful life is really rare.

The farm was wide open, and the usual water wheels and iron plows were just right. The tenants worked hard and plowed the land in the scorching sun.

In fact, he was not short of the grain of thousands of stones a year, and his distrust of copper coins and his incompetence in doing business, so he could only buy land as a means of making money by protecting capital.

Not to mention, as time passes, the land outside Luoyang City has been soaring, and it has exceeded 5 and a half per mu.

"Make a profit-" Li Jixun was very happy to return to his hometown village happily.

When he returned home, he saw that his eldest son, Li Jilong, who is now a brave captain, was looking at the corn in the farm without blinking.

"Jilong, I knew you were here. Why? Do you want to farm?"

Li Chuyun cursed with a smile.

"Father!" Li Jilong smiled awkwardly, turned his head and said seriously: "Although the imperial court is promoting wheat, in his son's opinion, the northwest place is more suitable for corn. After all, wheat is too drenched."

"Oh? You want to go to the Northwest, too?"

Li Chuyun said in surprise: "You kid, you have actually started to study military farming? Do you know that in the Western Regions, there is little food and clothing, and there is not even much water, can you hold on?"

"Father--"

When Li Jilong heard this, he couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "The child doesn't care about these things. Now he is young and is the time to pursue fame and fortune. How can he enjoy happiness?"

"good!"

Li Chuyun exclaimed: "My son has ambition!"

"The title I have passed on to you, and it is the baron. It will be gone in the next two generations. You will still earn these fame and fortune, and at least two more generations."

"Father, you said, General Xiliang has decided to come down?"

Li Jilong couldn't help asking.

"That's right, it's already decided. It's you, Pan Zhongxun, Uncle Pan!"

"Can Uncle Pan control it? Xiliang is not simple!" Li Jilong asked boldly.

"Bah, although your Uncle Pan doesn't have much record, you must not underestimate it. After all, it was chosen by His Majesty, so how can you do it at will?"

Li Chuyun knocked on his head and then said, "Pan Zhongxun, it's not simple. When you go to Xiliang, you have to follow him and don't take your own initiative!"

Li Jilong could only nod and respond.

After learning that he became the general of Xiliang, Pan Mei was in charge of the Dushi of the Imperial Army. Although her power did not increase much, her status was very different.

The emperor personally expressed his order and said, "The northwest land lies in horses and food. As long as you master these two aspects, the Western Regions will naturally be as stable as Mount Tai."

"Hors are easy to find, but there is not enough food!"

Pan Mei said seriously: "The court mobilized ten thousand people, and the land in Hexi was probably insufficient for money and food, so we will eventually believe that military farming needs to be carried out."

“Military farming?”

The emperor was intrigued and asked, "Where is the place to go?"

"When you can go to farm wherever you are suitable."

Pan Mei said in a deep voice: "The Han people in the northwest are scarce, and a large amount of land has become pastures. As the last generals love each other, they not only have to farm, but also have to migrate the people into Hexi. In this way, this area will be owned by the imperial court."

"What you said makes sense."

Li Jia nodded, but picked up a Buddhist scripture casually and said earnestly: "In addition to swords and weapons, it is also extremely important to naturalize those barbarians."
Chapter completed!