Is the New Year important?

Meng Lin still ignored it.

Zhao Fang said: "You are in charge of war. According to the meaning of the letter, one of the two Yang Cishan brothers will die and Ezhou will take it. You are determined. I want to go back to Xiangyang and arrange for people to go to Wancheng. The New Year is more important than the war. One sentence or two can't explain it clearly, but this is indeed a very important thing."

Although Meng Lin didn't understand, he supported: "Okay, I'll take care of the war and you take care of the New Year."

“Very good.”

Zhao Fang is a civil servant, and he is very clear about the far-reaching significance of the New Year that Han Jiang had specially explained with fifteen pieces of paper.

He wrote a very detailed official document and sent it to various places controlled by the Wancheng Army.

Xinyang City.

The new city lord is from Wu Xiaoqi, and he is 35 years old this year.

Even the idle men in the city know that Wu Xiaoqi is a pseudonym.

How could such a well-educated person not have a good name, elegant character, and tasteful nickname?

But it is just three simple words, Wu Xiaoqi.

This person's surname is Lu, a primary school student from the Qian family's Wuzhuang Academy. Because he comes from Wuzhuang, he claims his surname is Wu. Xiaoqi is his age ranking in the academy.

I dare not leave my name.

As soon as dawn was dawn, Wu Xiaoqi had arrived in a village north of Xinyang.

The field evaluation has just been completed here.

Han Jiang proposed three fields: village joint contract responsibility system, contracting production to households, and dividing land to households.

For those three modes to be more suitable, Qian Haoheng can lose handfuls of hair after handfuls.

The final decision is made, and the three types are implemented simultaneously.

In the initial territory of Wancheng, the method of dividing land to households was then distributed to the ditches and acres.

The newly occupied territory was initially used the village joint production system, and then over-contracted production to households. After stable, the plan of dividing land to households was implemented. After all, in the traditional sense, the land was private.

But for stability, it is better to use villages as units in the early stage.

Xinyang is a village-based co-production.

When growing grain in large fields, each family has a few pieces of land that is no more than one acre of corners and grows some vegetables by themselves, and the land in front of the door is in the same place.

The amount of taxes to be deposited is calculated based on the village, and the village chief is responsible for collecting this part of the tax.

This is the year of peace? But the border is also in chaos.

The original residents of the village where Wu Xiaoqi visited were less than 70%, and several other families lived together? Or were widows or dead women.

When Wu Xiaoqi arrived in the village, he did not look for the village chief first? Instead, he went to the homes of several lonely old and weak families.

These families have no young men.

Old old? Little little? Relying on a woman to support the home.

If you want to recruit a refugee to join your family, the refugee is more willing to find someone with a light burden.

Wu Xiaoqi is here.

There are not many things, two kilograms of salt, half a kilogram of meat, five kilograms of rice, three kilograms of noodles, half a piece of flower cloth, and fifty cents of money.

The family and the young kowtowed in emotion? They almost smashed the ground out of the pit.

The village chief has arrived after hearing the news? Everyone in the village has arrived.

Wu Xiaoqi said: "The Lord came and wrote that he would celebrate the New Year. There were not many things, just to make the year feel a little warm. The Lord often said that this person should live a good life with his hands? Farming, fishing, weaving baskets, weaving cloth, and going on a day will definitely get better and better. Don't you have too much things? Have a little intention."

"How do you say this? There are too many people? Even if the Lord has a mountain of gold, it can't stand it. Wancheng is in a mess. Since I have let me take care of Xinyang Mansion? There are also Xinyang in Wancheng."

The village chief stepped forward: "Master of the Mansion? The young man dared to ask the title of the lord? The village set up a tablet of immortality for the lord."

Wu Xiaoqi shook his head: "My name is Wu Xiaoqi, this is a false name. I dare not show it to others with my real name, and the lord cannot. I am afraid that the lord cannot tolerate the lord in this world. For nothing, I won't mention this matter. I have two things here today. One is to make the elderly, women and children weak according to the rules, and the other is to ask everyone to do their best."

"The winter solstice is over. The soldiers guarding the border have not eaten dumplings. It is obvious that the cold is approaching. Although it is a little late, the soldiers guarding the border have to eat bowls of dumplings. There is really not enough manpower. I have to trouble each village to make dumplings. Each village can keep 10% of them."

The old village chief looked back at the other old men in the village, then looked at the young men. He took a sudden step forward and slapped his chest: "Don't worry, Master of the Mansion, I don't keep a single piece of Dagou Village, and I won't eat a single dumpling."

Wu Xiaoqi shook his head: "Save some, leave some, at least give the dolls a bite. Leave some."

This stays, or does not stay.

It doesn't matter anymore.

In the next three days, the cities, towns and villages controlled by the Wancheng Army were all making dumplings in addition to arranging people to inspect dilapidated houses and visiting the elderly and weak.

If you say you don’t keep it, you really won’t keep it.

The pigs and mutton offals are all braised, and the pig skins are all boiled into meat frozen.

Fortunately, Wancheng stored radishes, cabbage and vegetables in advance.

This is one day, and the great cold is coming.

North of Wancheng.

Ruyang and Yichuan stand in front.

This is the Jin army's Fifty-li Fortress in Xijing, which can be said to be the last external defense line in Xijing.

The road was closed due to heavy snow.

There will be no war here, because the Wancheng Army occupied a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Jin army was not sure that they would not go south, let alone they found that the Wancheng Army fought desperately.

The Han army of the Jin Dynasty was even more unwilling to be cannon fodder.

Very cold.

There were no outsiders on the side of the Jin Kingdom, only patrols.

Whoever patrols wears thick clothes.

The Wancheng army was also in trouble, but they still changed their whistle every half hour, and the clothes they wore could only barely resist the cold. Whoever whistleeded and who was wearing thick clothes was also wearing thick clothes.

But the room was not very warm.

Compared to the two sides, the Jin Kingdom is better, they have a fort.

The Wancheng Army was almost there, they only had wooden houses, caves, and earthen houses.

But the morale is different.

The Jin army guarded the border because of military rules and military pay. The Wancheng army guarded their own homes.

At noon, both Jin and Song armies came out of the house, ran and basked the sun, and the sun was still warm at noon.

At this time, a team appeared.

The first person to discover this team was the Jin army. They saw the team that had been continuous for several miles at a high whistle. They walked very slowly, very slowly, and moved towards this side little by little.

There were not enough horses, six people pulled, two people pushed, and a sled was piled up.

A woman climbed to the top of the slope and shouted to the confrontation front: "Men, I've eaten dumplings."

The man who was seven feet tall, who had not frowned even after he had a frown, his eyes turned red in an instant.

A big flag embroidered by the women was hung on the flagpole of the Wancheng Military Camp, with five big characters written on it.

Wancheng soldiers.

Today's wind is northwest, and the aroma of hot dumplings must not be able to float away from the Han military camp of the Jin Kingdom, but they seemed to smell it. They smelled it as if it was stuffed with pork and cabbage, or lamb and radish, or pure meat.

Today is the coldest.

Snow.

It has been five days since the road was blocked with heavy snow. It has been two days late for Luoyang City to send supplies to the fort. There is not much firewood, cold water, and dry steamed buns.
Chapter completed!