By August, autumn harvest has begun in some farmlands.
Starting from this time and continuing until mid-September, the autumn harvest will be completed.
At the end of August, the autumn harvest in Pingyang area has basically ended, and the grain has been dried and stored in warehouses.
Ningshuo Palace began to pack various items and prepare for the trip.
Chun Kui followed Fu Bao and Hui Wan, smiling and playing around.
He accidentally bumped into a palace servant and broke the celadon vase.
Shao Xun watched quietly from a distance.
Yu Wenjun's voice came faintly in the wind: "Okay, go down."
Pei Lingyan walked towards her daughter, who was not yet two years old (born in the twelfth lunar month of the fourth year of Shengui).
After the palace people left, Yang Xianrong couldn't help but said to Yu Wenjun: "Is there such a thing in the world that you can't be punished if you make a mistake? If you feel bad about it, you can find a reason to reward her in the future. Such a lack of discipline will make the harem lax.
Wouldn’t it be a mess?”
Yu Wenjun was holding a ruler and was about to spank three children. Hearing this, he was stunned and did not refute Yang Xianrong's words. He felt a bit like a victim.
Shao Xun smiled helplessly, looked at Pei Lingyan who was walking over, and said, "Slave Hua, you don't want to help me, either?"
Pei Lingyan was wearing a dark red dress today. It was well-tailored and had complicated patterns without any unnecessary accessories. It looked very simple and had a sense of solemnity.
Upon hearing this, those bright and charming eyes looked straight at Shao Xun, as if they were looking into his heart.
Finally, he seemed to understand, and there was a hint of blame in his eyes, and he said: "You have lived a good life too long."
"What happened to Changqiu today?" Shao Xun awkwardly changed the subject and asked.
"You know what you are asking." Pei Lingyan put his daughter into Shao Xun's arms and then helped him straighten his robe.
Shao Xun held his daughter with one hand and held Pei Lingyan's hand with the other.
Pei Lingyan twitched slightly, but without twitching, she rolled her eyes at him again and said, "You are such an impudent person, and I don't know why I am so tolerant to you."
Shao Xun let go of his right hand, held Pei Lingyan in his arms, and said softly: "Isn't this good? We met twenty years ago, and now we have four children. I was thinking of you when I was away on the battlefield."
"You have too many people on your mind. In the past, you were worried that I would be angry and felt guilty about telling me which woman you had taken in, but now you don't even mention it." Pei Lingyan continued to arrange Shao Xun's robes and said, "Yang Xianrong is so considerate.
A proud and arrogant person, she won't let you go like this when she loses her temper."
Shao Xun didn't seem to hear it and started teasing his daughter.
The daughter stretched out her little hand and scratched Shao Xun's face.
She was very curious and seemed to wonder why the man named her father looked like this.
Her white and tender fingers gently tugged on the beard, and then touched her father's nose and mouth. She touched the happy spots and started to laugh.
The changing expressions on Shao Xun's face made his daughter's smile bloom even more.
Pei Lingyan gently put down his hand, took two steps back, and looked at the father and daughter with a smile.
The sun shone through the shade of the trees and fell on the dark red dress. The woman stood there, her slender and graceful figure was extremely tall and straight, and the golden hairpin on her bun was shining, echoing the maternal nature exuding from her body.
After playing for a while, his daughter felt a little sleepy. Shao Xun handed her over to Pei Lingyan, then sat under the tree and drank tea slowly.
After a while, Yu Wenjun and Yang Xianrong arrived hand in hand.
Yu Wenjun was six months pregnant, her belly was bulging, and she looked at Shao Xun with some reluctance.
Shao Xun chuckled lightly and stroked her face.
If Pei Lingyan is like his sister and mother, Yu Wenjun is like his daughter, and Yang Xianrong is a serious girlfriend. Well, right now she is staring at Shao Xun.
Yang Xianrong is eight months pregnant and already has some difficulty walking.
"It's impossible not to go." Shao Xun looked at Yu Wenjun and said, "It's the simplest thing. If you don't go and see, why do people believe you? Where do you get your prestige?"
Of course, you can be a monarch without high prestige. After all, there are ways to live with low prestige. The consequence is that you can hardly do anything and you are at the mercy of others.
The social form and political system at this time were different from those of later generations.
As China's system developed to the Tang Dynasty, it was actually unlikely that someone would usurp the throne, although Wu Zetian still appeared in the Tang Dynasty.
But in the Northern Song Dynasty, it was really difficult, let alone after that.
There are many reasons. The system is on the one hand, and the changes in social form are also on the other hand. Since the Tang Dynasty, there have been no aristocratic families, only bureaucratic families, and the entire society has become more atomized.
In today's era, low prestige is really fatal, especially for Shao Xun's background.
All his hustle and efforts were often to make up for the shortcomings of his origin. And this shortcoming that took him a lifetime to make up for was something that many gentry children brought with them from birth.
Someone was born in Rome.
Some people gave birth to mules and horses, and then took advantage of the chaos in the world to advance into Rome step by step.
He has many things to do, and he cannot advance without high prestige.
"There's nothing going on in Pingyang." Shao Xun said again: "Take good care of the children, and then urge the officials, big and small, to transfer the supplies to Jinyang."
"After the autumn harvest, Mi Huang and Chen Yougen will dispatch sergeants to practice in Shanglin Garden."
"Hundreds of people from Duanbu Xianbei have joined the army, and the thousands of strong men recruited by Su Zhongyi are coming soon. They will join the Yi army together. They need to distribute equipment and provide their families with land and houses."
"The Huns may send troops to plunder from Pujin Pass, so there is no need to worry. Nan Zhonglang's general Jin is in the east of the river, and Xia Houcheng (former Pingyang governor) is doing well, so there will be no trouble along the way."
"A group of Hebei disaster victims will be relocated from Bianliang to Hanoi counties for resettlement..."
"These matters are handled by the prime minister, the central leader of the army, the central protector of the army, the general's office, and the officials of the guardian's office. Generally speaking, you don't have to worry about it. You can just take a look. If you have any doubts, you can ask Hui Feng, or
You can also ask Changqiu for advice." Shao Xun looked at Yang Xianrong and said.
Yang Xianrong looked at Shao Xun with a mocking look.
Shao Xun responded with a smile.
Yang Xianrong turned his head, gently caressed his belly, and then took a serious look at Shao Xun.
It seems to be saying that you want to commit evil on me and enjoy pleasure, but also want me to help other women. How can you think so beautifully?
"Husband, I will be careful." Yu Wenjun looked sad at first, and then looked determined.
"There may be some people in the country who are talking nonsense..." Shao Xun hesitated a little when he said this. He carefully considered his words before adding: "Don't listen to them, follow the strategy I have set.
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Yu Wenjun nodded, and then asked cautiously: "Do you want to reprimand them?"
Shao Xun was amused by her expression.
Yang Xianrong also looked at Yu Wenjun with a strange look. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was better to laugh at her or pity her.
"Some of the people talking nonsense may be people close to you." Shao Xun dropped a bombshell.
Yu Wenjun froze there, his face a little pale.
Shao Xun looked at her quietly.
After a while, Yu Wenjun pitifully whispered: "Husband, I just want to help you."
Yang Xianrong's eyes narrowed slightly, seeming a little stunned.
"Okay, be obedient." Shao Xun gently squeezed Yu Wenjun's hand.
When it comes to choosing between relatives, husbands, and sons, how many women can rely on their husbands without thinking?
Yang Xianrong was slightly unconvinced. If she went crazy, she could even abandon her son. Why should Yu Wenjun be so stupid?
The sun gradually set towards the west, casting a shadow in the courtyard.
Shao Xun looked at the sunset and suddenly felt emotional.
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"Brother is in the city and brother is outside!" Outside the Longxiang Mansion at Sanjiao in the north of Jinyang City, Wang Wu, the commander of the army, loudly shook the winch vigorously.
"The bow has no string, the arrow has no quill!" The other soldiers responded loudly.
"How can we live without enough food?" Wang Wu shouted with more energy.
"Help me! Help me!" The other people shouted in unison and struggled to turn the winch.
In their efforts, a fishing net woven with hemp rope gradually floated from the river.
The fishing net is large and square, with its four corners tied to four wooden stakes on both sides of the bank.
There is a winch on the pile to drive the fishing net to float from the bottom of the river.
Just with a "crash" sound, the entire fishing net surfaced.
Huge fish jumped back and forth in the net, while shrimps, crabs, turtles and turtles crawled around. They seemed to have not figured out what was happening, but why did they suddenly jump out of the water and reach into the air?
Onlookers on the river bank cheered enthusiastically.
The children were running around and were very happy.
Someone else grabbed my mother's clothes and said she wanted to eat fish tonight.
A group of barbarians on horseback stared at the fishing scene with their mouths open. They were all dumbfounded.
Can you still fish like this? Can’t you just use a bow and arrow to shoot fish?
In the farmland a little far away from the river, the soldiers of the Fubing tribe heard faint cheers and couldn't help but grin.
If the fish caught by the soldiers cannot be eaten by themselves, they will share some with Bu Qu. After all, this is the busy farming season, so how can we stay strong if we don’t eat more?
About half of them came from Hebei and were refugees affected by the disaster. They were gathered and sent to Jinyang to serve as Sanjiao and Shiling Erlongxiang Mansion's 2,400 soldiers.
The other half came from Bianliang, and they were of a mixed composition, including Celestial Masters and Taoist disciples, Hu captives, family members of criminals, and disaster-stricken refugees. Some of them who performed well and had families were fortunate enough to be sent to Taiyuan Dangfu Bingbu Qu.
Strictly speaking, this is a good thing, because the construction of the palace city in Bianliang was very difficult. In the past two or three years, the palace city has not been built. In Chenliu, the food was only enough to survive, and most of the rest was looted by the Shaofu.
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Fu Bing Buqu is not a slave, he just has a personal dependence relationship with Fu Bing. Moreover, King Liang treats Fu Bing kindly. In recent years, he has slowly increased the land allocated to them from 150 acres to 1780 acres.
The land owned by some soldiers' families has even reached the stipulated upper limit of 200 acres.
There is an abundance of land, but what is lacking is people.
Together with Fu Bing's family, there are four households in total, and they cultivate 200 acres of land. They don't have to worry about taking care of it. They can just plant extensively and reap a small harvest. Life is much better than before.
To be honest, if a family owns dozens of acres of land, it is impossible for you to cultivate it intensively, and it is impossible to do good field cooking. You are too busy, and you don't need sophisticated farm tools. You can just do your best. Anyway, the number of fields is here.
, with extensive planting and low harvest, the income is still much better than intensive farming of more than ten or twenty acres of land.
If you really can't plant it, just leave half of the land fallow.
Sanjiao and Shiling Longxiang Mansion were established in the autumn and winter of last year. After proper placement, spring plowing began in February this year and in August this year, the fields were full of golden corn, which looked very pleasing to the eye.
Some of the soldiers who had finished harvesting in advance pooled their money to build a fishing net and placed it in the river for a long time. Today, when the net was set up, the harvest was full, and everyone was full of joy.
Shao Guang, the prefect of Taiyuan, saw it from a distance, and his eyes turned slightly red.
It's not easy, it's really not easy.
The heavy rain in Jinyang the year before last made the roads muddy and difficult to navigate, which affected the expedition against the Huns.
There was a flood the year before last and the losses were incalculable. Many forts that were still able to survive during the Xiongnu era could no longer survive.
Last year, during the war with Xianbei, the outside of Jinyang City became a pasture for barbarians. While the losses were heavy, it also reflected the extent of desolation in Taiyuan County.
After the Xianbei was defeated, Taiyuan was devastated, and several counties were even merged because there was no one left.
When winter came, King Liang raised some grain, grass, farm tools, and seeds from Henan, against all opinions, and firmly established two Longxiang mansions, adding 9,600 households with a population of more than 30,000 to Taiyuan.
If, due to the pressure from the Henan gentry, the establishment of government troops had been postponed, there would not have been the scene like this year.
This year is only the first year, so the harvest is not that good. Next year, if we are better prepared, the harvest will be even higher.
The fertile Fenshui Valley should not be just a pasture for barbarians.
"According to the old rules, if one household pays five dendrobium grains, all of them will be sent to the sheep intestine warehouse." Shao Guang told the accompanying officials: "In this way, this year's New Year will not be too shabby."
When everyone heard this, they beamed with joy.
Sun Jue, the Prime Minister of Jinyang County, stood among the crowd and felt as if he was in another world.
"The King of Liang is here!" A horseman came running from the south and shouted loudly.
Sun Jue perked up, tightened the household registration booklet in his hand, and ran through the household registration and land number in his mind for the last time, in preparation for further inquiries.
Chapter completed!