Chapter seven hundred and seventy-ninth moving people
The following year, after the beginning of spring.
Yanque Pass, outside the north gate.
After leaving the city gate and going to the left, the original open space was already densely packed with people.
There were people pushing carts, carrying burdens, holding children... There were all types of people, but most of them were wearing coarse linen clothes, and some even had a few holes in their clothes, exposing their clothes.
Cotton inside.
Fine light snow was falling in the sky, but Liu Er, standing among the crowd, had a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
After putting down the cart with the dry food and farm tools tied to the ceremony, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained to the old man next to him: "Dad, it's so cold, I can just go by myself."
A glance at the floor truck showed that if he was alone, he wouldn't have to carry so many things.
"You are old, and it is freezing cold here. If you fall and knock yourself, how can I explain to my mother?"
Bang!
The old man smoking a dry cigarette picked up the cigarette pole and knocked Liu Er on the head. He glanced at him sideways and said, "Why, do you think I am too old to hold you back?"
Liu Er didn't dare to resist. He shrank his neck and muttered: "Where is it? Dad, you are always strong. I don't feel sorry for you!"
The old man took a puff of dry cigarette and said: "Don't worry about things that you shouldn't worry about. Your father and I are in good health!"
"Yes yes yes."
Liu Er said yes repeatedly.
"Okay, stop pretending. How can you hide your thoughts from dad?"
The old man was smoking a cigarette, and when he saw his son's sneer on his face, he said disdainfully: "You used to have snacks, so I don't have to suffer the same fate as you."
As soon as these words came out, Liu Er suddenly became even more embarrassed.
But the old man seemed not to see anything, and continued talking to himself: "Fields are different from people. If you fool the fields, the fields will fool you, especially when cultivating new fields. If you don't use your heart, the seedlings will be destroyed."
If it doesn't last, your work this year will be in vain..."
"Dad, stop talking..."
Liu Er noticed the strange sights of father and son around him, and quickly grabbed the old man's sleeve and begged in a low voice.
The old man snorted, but did not continue to attack his son in front of so many people. He reached out and knocked the pot on the cart to put out the smoke inside.
If you go out, you should save your cigarettes and just take a few puffs to warm yourself up. If you accidentally finish smoking, you will have nowhere to buy it when you become addicted.
Liu Er breathed a sigh of relief when his father stopped preaching to him.
Then he raised his hand and scratched his head.
It's all because of his laziness in the past. His ancestors have been farmers for generations, with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky. But now that he is in his twenties, he is a second-hand man in farming.
This time, his father was worried that the fields he had cultivated would not be able to grow crops, so he had to go with him despite his gray hair.
The old man glanced at his son, a look of relief flashed in his eyes.
In fact, it was also his fault, because the son was born in old age, so the old couple pampered and cherished him since he was a child, which also led to the son not being diligent in raising crops when he grew up, and could not even grow a piece of land well.
Originally, he and his wife were a little worried about how their son would live after they passed away.
However, after the government posted the notice, the son went against his normal behavior and took the initiative to go to the newly built city on the grassland to cultivate new fields in response to His Highness King Yu's call.
Although I don't know why my son has changed so much, this state is something that the old couple would like to see.
Since his son is willing to settle down, he will naturally not regret this old bone. Now while he can still swing a hoe, he can pass on his skills to his son.
The old man with a look of relief did not notice that after Liu Er scratched his head, he quietly moved his gaze to a woman not far away with her head wrapped in a cloth.
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Similar scenes occurred in every corner of this temporary gathering place.
But no matter what the content of their conversation is, there are always two words involved.
New cities and new fields to cultivate.
Likewise, no matter how they talk about it, their faces are filled with hope and longing for the future.
Although it will be very difficult to cultivate new fields, the government notice has said that as long as those who are willing to go, they will be given a house in the newly built city on the grassland.
At the same time, not only does the land cultivated by everyone belong to the individual, but there is also a subsidy in the first year without having to pay taxes.
They have lived so long that they have never seen money from their own pockets flow into the pockets of officials. This is the first time they have seen money coming back.
They were still a little skeptical at first, but before departure, part of the subsidies had already been distributed to those who passed the selection.
In addition, there are many benefits, to name a few.
Therefore, not only the northern border areas, but also the poor families in the cities and villages and towns closer to the border areas that were not within the jurisdiction of Yanque Pass also packed their luggage and traveled over the starry night.
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On top of the city wall.
Di Xin, wearing a fur coat, looked at the soldiers maintaining the order of the people gathered in the open space below, with a smile on his face.
Normally, it would take at least one to two years to build a new city, even if it was small in scale. But after he doubled the budget for coolies and migrant workers, for more than half a year, the grassland was
The first city was built.
The foundation of the second city has been laid before winter, and construction can continue after the frozen soil melts.
The price is that he has squandered most of the income that Northern Xinjiang has increased due to various policies in the past few years, and even squandered part of his own private property.
But Emperor Xin not only did not hesitate, but also encouraged people to live in any newly built city and cultivate fertile farmland with higher discounts.
Of course, in order to prevent people from cheating, the review is stricter. But even so, under the constant stream of applications, a large number of suitable candidates were still screened out.
The current batch outside the North City Gate is already the second batch.
Before that, a large number of soldiers had already gone there to garrison in advance.
When the second city is also built, the two cities will protect Yanque Pass at the rear.
At this point, Yanque Pass will no longer be the frontline pass guarding the Dali territory, and the number of troops stationed here can also be appropriately reduced.
As a result, although the two more cities still require a large number of soldiers to be garrisoned, the number of troops required is much smaller than in the empty and vast grassland before.
In this way, King Cheng not only did not use this to contain all his troops on the grassland, but instead gave Di Xin a stable rear area.