A long motorcade appeared at the end of the road.
The people in Xiangcheng who came after hearing the news stood solemnly and watched quietly.
The first thing that came was the sound of advocacy.
In the front row were eight military trumpeters, puffing out their cheeks and playing hard.
The sound of the horn is desolate, with a little sadness.
In the back row are seven drummers and a panpipe player.
The sound of the drums is gentle, neither fast nor slow, and the sound of the flute is mournful, seeming to guide the souls of the dead to follow them.
After walking for a while, the drummers stopped and an elegy man composed of more than a hundred Liangxian martial arts students sang softly in unison——
"Whose land is in the wormwood? There is no wise or foolish man who gathers souls."
"Gui Bo Yi He Xiang urges me, and my life cannot be hesitated."
Singing while walking makes the spirit sad and the sound sad.
Behind the dirge is a decorated carriage.
The stack cart is decorated with white cloth curtains and has built-in straw mats to wrap the corpse.
Someone stood on the cart, stood on the left side of the cart, served the guest, laid a coin, and came out.
After the first stacker truck passed by, the second and third trucks were behind it...
To the left and right of the cart were sergeants from the brigade.
The gleaming brilliance of the soldiers in the sun added an extra layer of solemnity to the funeral.
When the funeral procession passed the section where people gathered, everyone was solemn and there were even faint sounds of crying.
After crying, he looked at Shao Xun, Lu Zhi, Yang Man, Yu Liang, Wu Qian, Mao Er and other people in the team who were responsible for good and bad luck, and they all fell to the ground.
The convoy rushed forward, quickly passing through the crowd and approaching its destination: a deserted land plateau.
The crowd stood up one after another.
Someone sighed: "In the past, when Emperor Wu died, there were only a hundred and twenty elegymen. Today, Marquis Lu Yang personally presides over it. Thousands of officials and soldiers will bury him and send him off. Drums and trumpets are blown, libations are laid on the road, and lamentations fill the field. After the death of soldiers and civilians who were killed,
The sorrow and glory are over."
"Stories of the Han and Wei dynasties, great funerals and the mourning of ministers, and the elegy of the mourners." Someone else said: "When did the old man in Guizhou have such mourning and glory?"
"I am forty years old this year. In the past, people who traveled together, lived together in the same room, and feasted in the same hall died unexpectedly, or crossed south to the land of Wu. When they looked around, they were all gone." Some people sighed: "I don't know what I am doing."
After you die, will anyone come to bury you? Or will your body be exposed in the wild and left to be eaten by birds and beasts?"
After saying that, I burst into tears.
"The Marquis of Lu Yang is here, why do you have to worry?" someone advised.
"There are many people crossing south, but there are also many who stay. Marquis Lu Yang rescues Luoyang several times and defeats the thieves many times, so he will definitely be able to maintain peace."
"In the turbulent autumn, when the chaos is high, there may be gods and men who will appear to guide the people and save people in distress. As long as the Marquis of Lu Yang does not abandon us and wait for us to cross south, what will happen if we protect him?"
"The world is in chaos, and Taibai has come to the world, why not follow it? It is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others. There is no one in Lu Yanghou's tent, so it is better to join him and help him expand his foundation. Even if destruction is inevitable in the future, so what? At worst, we will die together.
That’s all, my ancestors sleep here, but they don’t want to cross south.”
"Yes, it is better to seek help from others than to seek help from yourself. Helping Marquis Lu Yang means saving yourself."
Everyone was chatting, which made the middle-aged man feel much better. He wiped his tears and said: "That's okay. I can write and do calculations at least. I also worked as a county official in Chenliu in the past. Even though I'm over 10 years old,
At forty, with this old life, I can still help Lu Yanghou for ten more years. Please encourage me."
"Let's encourage each other!" everyone responded.
On the plateau, Shao Xun looked at the buried bones one by one, scattered the commemorative coins with his own hands, and sang: "Who is not greedy for glory in this world? When I return to the spring soil, how can the sky and the earth be equal... The children are crying and knocking at the sky.
In the earth, gold and jade are buried in the dust, and the eternal town of Sangzi."
The trumpeter plays again.
The sound of drums and horns resounded throughout the heaven and earth, echoing endlessly.
Shao Xun swept through countless new graves one by one and said loudly: "A real man lives in heaven and earth, and he does things and things he doesn't do. It is not my wish to go south to live in peace, wind, flowers, snow and moon. I slaughter the thieves with my sword, protect my hometown, and give back to the people."
A bright and prosperous world is my lifelong wish. If you have spirits, please help me!"
After saying that, he pulled out an arrow, broke it in front of the new grave, and said: "If you violate this oath, the sky will thunder and strike!"
The breeze suddenly picked up, and the coins danced in the wind, whining and circling around his body.
****
The entire collection, burial, and memorial operations lasted until the end of May.
There are no commanders in the counties, but powerful fathers and elders come in droves to pay homage to Marquis Lu Yang.
Shao Xun took the time to talk to them one by one, selected the best ones to serve as county officials, and even arranged for a few sergeants from small gentry families. After the prefect Lu Zhi took office, he wrote to the court and requested the appointment of officials - governor, prefect, etc.
County magistrates can recruit subordinate officials, but they have no power to appoint superiors in prefectures and counties.
The vacant Borderland is mainly used to house the families of Silver Spear Army soldiers.
They are semi-recruited soldiers, and they eat food as soldiers. Theoretically, there is no need to allocate land to their families.
But theory is theory, and in reality it still needs to be divided. Even if it is a small amount, twenty or thirty acres for a family to be cultivated by the family, it can make their lives better.
As a result, the living standard of Silver Spear soldiers should be relatively good in Xiangcheng.
Shao Xun entrusted this work to Lu Zhi and Mao Er as the leaders, with the cooperation of officials and assistants from various counties in Xiangcheng. It took three or four months to complete the arrangements one by one.
Along with this work, there are also issues such as pensions for fallen soldiers and incense offerings.
"Do the soldiers who died in the war have many heirs?" Shao Xun asked Wu Qian on the way out of Xiangcheng County.
Lao Wu has always been in charge of this stall.
"Most of them are already married." Wu Qian's temples were all gray, and he was followed by several children and nephews who were specially brought here to show their faces in front of Shao Xun.
"There are not many heirs," Wu Qian added.
"If there are no heirs..." Shao Xun pondered for a moment and said: "I will allocate a sum of money, and you can find the relatives of the soldiers who died in the war and find a way to adopt one. Your sons and daughters can also enjoy the benefits under the Nine Nethers.
Sacrifice.”
"No." Wu Qian responded.
This matter is very tedious and time-consuming. It also requires running around, gossiping with people, and even getting looked down upon.
It's up to him to do it, since he's not afraid of what others will say anyway.
"The most troublesome thing is the soldiers." Shao Xun said: "The heir must be found well. The land will not be taken back. It will be inherited by the heir when he grows up. You can check it regularly. If someone embezzles these lands, the land will be taken back by the village and the land."
The defense soldiers came out to arrest and convict him."
If it is a Fubing system that has been running normally for many years, this problem does not actually exist.
Historically, Fu Bing took shape in the late Northern Wei Dynasty, the Eastern and Western Wei Dynasties gradually developed, and the Northern Zhou Dynasty finally came into being. Theoretically, the land granted to Fu Bing by the court would be taken back by the court after the Fu Bing died of old age or in battle.
But in actual practice, this is generally not done. Instead, one of the sons and nephews of the Fu Bing is selected to inherit.
Now that the Fu soldiers have been established for the first time, there is a problem, that is, the Fu soldiers have no heirs or their heirs died in battle before they grew up. How to deal with it?
We can only find a solution from the family where Fu Bing belongs.
It is actually unreasonable and too generous for Shao Xun not to take back the land belonging to Fu Bing.
If a Fu soldier dies in battle, the land allocated to him should be taken back and transferred to his son, nephew or other relatives who are willing to serve as Fu soldiers. The family members of Fu soldiers who died in battle should be raised by their families and relatives.
This is the meaning of the existence of a family or even a clan, and this is how it has been done historically.
To avoid risks, the soldiers would marry each other and become relatives so that their family members could be taken care of by their relatives when they died in battle.
Over time, a culture of "loyalty to the party and strong ties" developed. Everyone helped each other and formed a united group, forming the unique values ​​​​of military people.
Now that the imperial army has just been established, some soldiers are even from other places, and their families are also in other places, but there is no such a group that is married to each other and helps each other.
Then we can only be generous, since there will be a lot of unclaimed land anyway.
After a few decades, the government troops spread out and the family members grew stronger, the situation would be different again.
On the sixth day of June, Shao Xun arrived in Guangchengze, and the first thing he did was to check out the "shirt field".
There are more than 1,300 hectares of land. Last year, the masters of the five counties opened up the land and planted a season of millet. The yield was impressive.
This year, it was farmed by the prisoners of the Jisang tribe. The millet was sown in the spring. It has not yet been harvested, but some things can already be seen.
"Junhou." The person in charge of managing this area was Zhongdian Mu Lekuan. When he saw Shao Xun coming, he immediately saluted.
Le Kuan was an official of the imperial court, not Shao Xun's private person.
However, he doesn't have many livestock on hand now and has more free time, so he helps and manages the fields.
There are more than a dozen people under him, all of whom were sent by the Nanyang Le family and are very familiar with running the farm.
He can read and write official documents, can manage accounts, and has management skills, and even formulated rewards and punishments...
Without this group of people, Shao Xun really couldn't manage the business of Shitian - being able to manage it and managing it well are completely different concepts.
The resources in the hands of these aristocratic families are really rich, and they can help you take care of your logistics very smoothly, so that you have no worries and can concentrate on training and fighting.
Shao Xun loved and feared them.
What I love is their management and operation ability, which can reduce the frequency of troubles and increase output at the same time - in good conscience, it is much better than using military law to control the captives' farming.
What I'm afraid of is that they will continue to penetrate into their own group and gradually grow stronger.
But there is no other way at the moment. War is the top priority and consumes most of the resources, so we can only half-prevent and half-exploit.
"I came to see it last year." Shao Xun pointed to these lands and said, "The masters of the five counties cleared the stones in the fields, cut down the bamboos and trees, burned the wasteland, and dug out a batch of tree roots.
For bamboo roots, the final yield is less than two bushels of Dendrobium per acre, and some even only have one bushel and five or six bushels of Dendrobium. If we dig out tree roots again this year, after sowing in spring, will we be able to harvest two bushels of Dendrobium per acre?"
"Yes." Le Kuan replied firmly.
Shao Xun was overjoyed when he heard that Lejia's management team was indeed professional.
Shitian is very important as it is related to the pension of soldiers who died in battle.
If the harvest per mu can reach two bushels, after deducting the rations and rewards for the captives in the field, there will be almost more than 100,000 bushels of grain left. After the pension is given, most of it can be collected as salary.
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
Farming is addictive, because the harvest can give people a great sense of pleasure and motivate you to continue farming.
Shao Xun knows this well.
Well, my previous attitude towards Lan Ji was not very good. I need to change it in the future and be more gentle.
Chapter completed!