"In the spring of the tenth year, in the first month of the first month of the dynasty, the Duke of Guild and the Marquis of Qi, Zheng Bo came to Zhongqiu. Guichou made an alliance with Deng, and became the teacher."
In the bright classroom, Lu Qi was teaching for someone.
In fact, his teaching level is very average, and his understanding of the meaning of the scriptures is not very thorough. Most of the time, he just follows the text.
But the students in front of us don’t actually need to be taught at a very advanced level.
It is almost enough to teach the children of tribal chiefs, powerful Tu people, and families of generals and military officers to read, write rough official documents, and have a slightly decent conversation.
Therefore, this job is actually not difficult.
Lu Qi read the text according to the text, and then led the students to read it again and again. After reading it, he told them the short story behind it, that is, the events and background recorded in this passage in history, and taught them some rules and concepts through the story, which influenced them subtly.
influence their values.
The students were also very happy. Who doesn’t like listening to stories? It depends on the individual whether they gain anything after listening to them.
After talking for a full hour, it was time for school to end. Lu Qi waved his hand, and the students dispersed as if they had been granted amnesty.
Who really wants to study? If my family doesn't force me to go to school, I might as well go hunting and have fun if I have this time.
However, some studious people still stayed and asked, "Excuse me, sir, why are the princes of the Spring and Autumn Period so obedient to the Emperor?"
This is a good question.
Lu Qi collected his thoughts and said, "Because it's good for them."
"What's the benefit?"
"The one who created the figurines has no descendants?" Lu Qi said: "They rebelled against the Emperor of Zhou. What if the people below follow their example and rise up against them too?"
The student nodded.
Someone else asked: "The study of Confucian classics is not as useful as the study of agriculture. What is the point of studying it?"
"Medicine is more effective than agriculture."
"Actually, arithmetic is also pretty good."
Lu Qi was a little confused after hearing this, and said: "The word "ritual" has endless wonderful uses. You can just study it in peace of mind. It will be useful in the future."
The students were doubtful.
Their cultural foundation is very weak, and they even have no culture at all. When thinking about problems, they usually look at the simplest and most instinctive needs. Therefore, they feel that agriculture, medicine, arithmetic, etc. are far more practical than Confucian studies. I don’t know why Confucian students have the easiest time.
Be an official.
Lu Qi was still a young man, and he couldn't answer it. He just subconsciously felt that Confucian classics related to the essence of a person's livelihood, how he sees things, how he treats people, and how he thinks about problems. Medicine, agriculture, and arithmetic, in his opinion
It's just practical skills, a small way, not as good as the great way of studying Confucian classics.
"Just study hard. My father and brother sent you to school, but it took a lot of effort." Lu Qi said with a deliberately serious face.
The students bowed and left.
Lu Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
There are as many as thirty people studying Confucianism in Liucheng County, most of whom are Tibetan and Hu people. Letting them enroll in school is actually a kind of gentle policy.
During the period of the Great Xia Dynasty, the "employment rate" of local economics students was still very high, and most of them served as minor officials in yamen at all levels. Some of those with outstanding academic performance could directly become officials even if they did not pass the Jinshi examination.
Although this road is slowly narrowing due to the increase in the number of people taking the imperial examination, it is still a way out and is more popular with people - at the worst, you can also be a proficient in writing, which is better than being illiterate.
Education is always the best way to assimilate.
When Lu Qi was attending classes under Zhong Jingxian's sect, he heard his teacher mention the prefecture and county classics in Kansai and highly praised its role in resolving the hostility of the Bohu people and reducing local unrest.
Of course, Zhong Jingxian also bluntly said that the ability of Kansai Confucian classics students to become officials in Kanto has played a huge role in promoting the prosperity of Kansai Confucian classics - even small officials and officials at the county level are very attractive.
If Yingzhou can continue to educate for twenty years, all the Fanhu tribes may slowly become Chinese. This kind of thing always starts from the top.
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After finishing his reverie, Lu Qi packed up his things and Shi Shiran left the county school and prepared to go home.
His family helped him buy a piece of land in the western suburbs of Liucheng County and build a house.
The manpower to build the house was recruited from nearby villages.
From October last year to the end of summer this year, the imperial court sent tens of thousands of households to immigrate from Caozhou, and the household registration in the six counties of Yingzhou increased significantly. So far, there are more than 23,000 households and more than 110,000 people.
For newcomers, the first one or two years will definitely be difficult.
Take the first batch of Caozhou immigrants who arrived in October last year as an example. They harvested the first batch of wheat this year, but the results were very dismal, with a harvest of only about six bushels per mu.
This level is comparable to Hengshan Dangxiang, which has a relatively backward agricultural level.
In the pre-Tang Dynasty, the land that had been cultivated for a long time in the north could yield more than one dendrobium per mu in the upper fields, two dendrobiums in the good ones, more than one dendrobium in the middle fields, and less than one dendrobium per mu in the lower fields. On average, the yield per mu of a crop of grain was around one or two dendrobes.
Within a year, one acre of land can harvest more than two bushels of millet and wheat, and five or six bushels of miscellaneous grains - a three-crop system in two years.
If it is fertile land that has not been cultivated for a long time, after it is cleaned up, the harvest per mu should be more than two huks of dendrobium. When Hei Te Chang was in Qingjuntun, the harvest per mu would be more than two huks of dendrobium.
The fields in Yingzhou have not been cultivated for decades, and a lot of fertilizer has accumulated in the soil. The reason why the harvest is not high is probably because the fields are not clean. Stones, weeds, etc. will affect farming and harvest. In addition, the cattle
, farm tools are also very scarce, which is also a major factor.
What Lu Qi recruited were newly arrived immigrants.
Now they can barely make ends meet and need some extra income to support their families. You only need to spend a small amount of money to recruit a large group of people, and houses with two fronts will be built for you in no time.
When Lu Qi reached the door of his home, he was suddenly stunned.
In the wilderness to the southwest, a large number of camps rose from the ground. There were many flags inside the camp, and there were many horsemen outside the camp.
Carriages carrying grain filled the post road and stretched to the distant horizon.
There was also the sergeant who came from nowhere, running into the wilderness with a sickle, harvesting bundles of hay that no one cared about - in the Central Plains, hay was one of the harvest crops, and when war broke out, a family often had to pay five
It can be used as fodder for war horses and draft animals, but in a vast and sparsely populated desolate land, this thing is really worthless.
Lu Qi moved closer, trying to see more clearly, but was quickly blocked by a group of rangers.
"Get away!" scolded a military general who looked quite distinguished.
Lu Qi's young mind was a little dissatisfied subconsciously, but when he saw the warriors' shining blades, he wisely chose to retreat.
"Da Langjun, please do not conflict with these warriors. They are members of the Wansheng Yellow Head Army. They brought a batch of equipment from Peiping and stationed themselves in Yingzhou." The old servant pulled Lu Qi into the door and whispered.
said.
Lu Qi felt suddenly surprised and a little worried.
It looks like a war is likely to break out next year.
It is indeed very convenient to attack Khitan from Yingzhou. The army marches north from here and presses directly into the hinterland of Diela tribe, forcing them to fight decisively.
The Anton Mansion can also think of a way to recruit soldiers to march along the Daliao River to clean up the Khitan tribes in western Liaoning. They can even unite with the Bohai Kingdom to kill them together. What will the Khitans do if they are left to the left and the right to the right?
However, he is still a little worried after all. Once it fails, Yingzhou will be doomed. If the Khitan takes advantage of the victory and advances, they may spit out the results of their expansion in the past few years - Andong Mansion, Yingzhou, Ruzhou, etc.
Wait, once it falls, how many tragedies will happen?
Lu Qi didn't dare to think about it.
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The biting cold wind, mixed with snow, quickly hit the roof tiles, making a rustling sound.
There was a lot of livestock excrement scattered on the road. The young man carrying the basket picked it up skillfully and put it into the basket. A cheerful smile appeared on his face every time he picked up a pile.
The inn next to the road was crowded with people. When the wine was flowing, everyone started talking loudly, and bursts of laughter broke out from time to time.
When I got closer and took a closer look, I saw that the junior official in a green robe didn't care about his image at all, his sleeves were full of oil stains, and he was still drinking with others.
Wu Fu sat there with one foot crossed, extremely arrogant, and occasionally made some obscene jokes from his mouth, which made everyone applaud.
The businessman vividly told the true and false news he heard from Peiping, making people stunned for a while.
The boys shuttled back and forth, constantly delivering baskets of steaming steamed cakes, which were quickly wiped out by these people.
This is life!
Yanyou, a member of the Yin'an team, pushed open the ajar wooden door and looked out.
"Huh!" The cold wind poured in, making every diner frown.
As the cold wind blew, Zhong Yanyou's head sobered up a little.
Behind the inn is a livestock pen, where many sheep are penned. The cold wind is blowing, snowflakes are falling, and the sheep are close together to keep each other warm.
More than a dozen women and children hid behind the wooden wall of the inn, cutting grass. Their faces were red from the cold, their fingers were cracked and swollen like carrots, but the movements of their hands were not slow at all.
Next to the livestock pen are a few lonely big trees.
The bird's nest on one of the trees was huge. Zhong Yanyou had never seen such a big bird's nest. It was like a palace in the bird's nest. But by this time, the building was empty and there was no trace of it.
Outside the big tree, there is endless wilderness.
"Boom!" The rare winter thunder sounded.
The snow gradually became heavier, covering the entire wilderness. The earth was completely white, and not even a single person could be seen, as if it had been like this forever.
Zhong Yanyou turned around and looked at the noisy inn, and then looked at the desolate and lonely wilderness. He felt a sense of unreality in his heart. The place where we will fight next year turns out to be like this. It is very similar to the densely populated villages and towns.
The Central Plains is indeed very different.
"Let's go!" Li Shouxin walked out of the inn, looked at the goose-feather heavy snow, sighed, and said, "I wonder if we can still reach Shangjing smoothly."
"I heard that people in Bohai have a dog-pulled sledge station, so maybe it won't be a problem." Zhong Yanyou said.
Li Shouxin laughed loudly when he heard this and said, "You have to give it a try."
Zhong Yanyou shouted.
The north wind was howling, and his voice was a little unreal, but the nine silver-saddled warriors who were resting next door still heard it, and immediately packed up and led the horses over.
"Wait!" The post general rushed out with a fat belly, placed a basket at the feet of Li Shouxin, Zhong Yanyou and others, and said: "I am old and can't go into battle. You fight hard, and you must fight hard."
The Khitans have chopped them up. Here are a few bags of kumiss to keep out the cold on the road. Be careful and don't refuse."
Li Shouxin looked at the six or seven cowhide water bags in the basket and wondered: "How did you know there was going to be a war?"
"Everyone in Yingzhou knows it." The post general smiled and said: "We are collecting food and delivering equipment. Who doesn't know what's going on? You are the messengers, right? The military situation is urgent, so there is no need to delay. Bring your things with you.
, warm yourself up on the way.”
Li Shouxin asked someone to fetch a package, took out a piece of money, stuffed it directly into the post general's arms, and said with a smile: "This is a wonderful thing, but it cannot be taken for nothing."
After saying that, he got on his horse and said: "Young men made friends and scattered gold, middle-aged soldiers swept through the green forest. A famous king in the Bohai Sea once surrendered his head, and all the generals of the Han family fell in love with him..."
More than ten riders quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.
The post general stood for a long time, then suddenly ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the eldest son who was lighting the fire.
The son was confused and didn't know what to do.
The post general returned to the bedroom and took out a gleaming, well-maintained heavy sword.
"Bang!" The heavy sword was thrown into the snow.
"From today on, you don't have to draw firewood to make a fire. Pick up your wasted martial arts and go out with the army next year." The post general said.
The son stupidly picked up the epee and waved it twice subconsciously. The feeling that had been interrupted for two years returned.
"Why did Grandpa suddenly think so?" the son asked, wiping the cigarette ashes from his face.
"Some things must be done by someone. Some people should not be tied up in the fields." The post general said: "Don't you always want to go out and fight for wealth? If you think about it, go ahead and practice, kill the Khitan people, or be killed by the Khitan people.
Kill people, even if they die, you don’t hate them.”
"Even if I die, I won't hate you." The son raised his heavy sword high and struck it down hard.