In the world of Jiuzhou, just a corner of the Yellow River, this year's winter seems to be particularly difficult.
There is a severe drought in the world. It is already the end of the year. The rain that God has dropped is less than one-tenth of the previous years. From Hulao Pass to Qingzhou, it can be said that the ground is full of hungry people. The water of the Yellow River only seems to be more cheerful in Dong'a County.
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Fang Guang, the prefect of Dongjun County, used the high technology of barrel carts and curved shaft plows, combined with soil-based chemical fertilizers. This year, the bean and wheat harvest exceeded the government record and the annual harvest record for decades.
With one thought, Fang Da saved countless people in the world.
People in the south and aristocratic families in the north may not yet take the Governor Fang Guang who was born in the Yellow Turban into their eyes.
The people in the north talk about Fang Qilin every day. In the eyes of those people who have been suffering for a year and can't even feed their families, Dong'a has become the only one in Yanzhou, Xuzhou, and even Yuzhou.
Promised Land.
The county governor who never fails to set up county bans and absorb refugees from all over the world is a genius who is closer to the hearts of all people than Crouching Dragon or Feng Chu.
The sleeping dragon and phoenix chick, the beautiful and vast Lujiang River, may have the ambition to establish a country, and the Qilin in Yanzhou may control the food of all people.
At the end of the year, it is the time when the common people, together with the county governor and the local noble families, make contracts for farming in the coming year.
Fang Guangcai arrived in Dong'a, but only the desperate Xuzhou refugees were willing to follow Fang Guang, while Zao Zhuan's method of farming was different.
At the end of this year, military households in Qingzhou, refugees in Jizhou, and even refugees from all over southern Yan came to Dong'a in large numbers. Dong'a's government office, which was originally worried about having land but no land, gradually began to worry about what would happen to a county.
Comfort so many people!
In troubled times, Fang Guangshi was the first person to play such a high-level game.
Today is the end of the first year of Xingping, and there is great excitement in Dong'a City.
Fang Guang was a man of two generations and always favored merchants. Nowadays, Dong'e is prosperous. The people may have no money, but they have some food.
Fang Guang ordered Zaozhuan not to carry out strict supervision for the time being, but to let the people in the field stay close to the city to communicate with each other.
Only half a month after this order was issued, not only Xuzhou dried fish and Qingzhou tofu appeared in Dong'a cities, but also Jingzhou's wild fruits, Youzhou's pottery, and even the Baiyue slaves in the extreme south, above the municipal level.
All are for sale.
A few days ago, a group of merchants who went to Xuzhou to sell horses were intercepted by Fang Guang in Yanzhou. Hundreds of good horses greatly increased the strength of the front selection camp. They can only wait for the smelting business to start next year to replace the armor of the soldiers!
The situation in Dongjun was good, not bad. Cao Cao, who was far away in Chenliu, was very happy after hearing this.
Fang Guang wrote a letter and asked the Yanzhou pastor to pray for the people of the county with the word "blessing".
This flattering trick of later generations was used hundreds of years in advance, and the effect was unexpectedly good.
At the end of the year, the other prefectures and counties in Yanzhou were all asking for money and food, leaving Cao A's head as big as two, and he was always on the verge of having a headache every day.
Fang Guangqiu only asked for a few words "Dududongjun", which were hung at the city gate and the gate of the government office.
Boss Cao has a scholarly and wealthy temperament at heart, and what he likes is Fang Guang's tone.
He personally ordered Xiahou Miaocai to come north to Dong'a with handwritten characters, and by the way, he celebrated the New Year here.
During the Chinese New Year in the Han Dynasty, except for the absence of firecrackers and fireworks, many other customs were similar to those of later generations.
On the last day of the year, at noon, colleagues get together to drink and bond with each other, and then go home in the evening to have a reunion dinner with their families.
It was noon now, and Cao Cao's cursive calligraphy of "Fu" with flying dragons and phoenixes was hung on the gate of the government office. Fang Guang greeted him personally, taking Zao Zhuan, Taishi Ci, Qu Yi, Xu Shu and others to welcome Xiahou Miaocai and sit down in the hall!
Fang Guang escorted Cao Song from Xuzhou to surrender, and it was Xia Houyuan who contacted him.
Among the generals in Cao camp, Xiahou Mingcai, Tong Fangguang was the most friendly. As soon as he entered the gate and smelled the long-lost aroma of wine, Xiahouyuan held his belly and burst into laughter.
"Datong, it's been half a year since I've been with my lord. Not to mention the wine, I haven't even drank a few bowls of water with some flavor!"
"You are the richest man in the East. You have grain that can be used to make wine. Where can you smell this kind of aroma in other places? You kid, be careful.
I know, you will have to gossip in front of the lord!"
"This family has always been unhappy with you!"
In front of Fang Guang, Xia Houyuan was willing to hand over the little words of Xun Yu, the boss of the Yingchuan line and Boss Cao's partner. It was already clear who he was looking towards.
Fang Guang was hugged by the big man, and they sat on the main seat together, feeling quite dumbfounded.
He traveled through time and thought about how he could do great things with Liu Guanzhang and conform to the mainstream of the times. Unexpectedly, he and those three people now became mortal enemies, and his best friend was the big-mouthed Xia Houyuan.
Xun Yu was engaged in grain-saving, but he used the power of his aristocratic family to integrate the civil servants around his boss.
Regarding this matter, if Xun Wen had such strength, let alone in Dongjun, he would be in Chenliu. If he tried to force his hand on these matters, he would definitely not be able to defeat the Yingchuan people.
Fang Guang sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he jumped out of the quagmire next to his lord and found another way. However, his hands kept moving, pouring wine for the Xiahou brothers.
"Miaocai, my wine is made from plums, fruits picked by monkeys in the mountains. What does it have to do with food?"
"My lord asked for the military rations allocated by Dongjun, but I allocated 30% more! No one in Yanzhou County can do it. This Wenruo can't find any faults here!"
Fang Guang looked at Xia Houyuan and blinked repeatedly, making Xiahou Miaocai couldn't help but laugh while stroking his beard.
"Haha, Datong, if that's the case, who are you? Others can't keep up with Xun Wenruo's meticulous thinking. You are different, and I'm afraid you won't be able to get in."
"We brothers in Qiao County are discussing privately, Datong, although you are still young, you are actually better than him. Wen Ruo has three steps, and you have three steps. I really don't know how you think, Liu Xuande is so slippery in troubled times,
It’s all thanks to you!”
After a few glasses of wine, Xia Houyuan's tongue was already a bit loud when he spoke.
Fang Guang was overjoyed when he heard the generals of Qiao County talking about him. He called Tai Shi Ci and Qu Yi to drink with Xia Hou Yuan.
Xiahou Miaocai was very surprised when he heard that Qu Yi came to vote. When he heard Fang Guang talking about this person's origin, he even pulled Fang Guang and whispered a few words.
After all, he is Boss Cao's retainer, and the information sources are different. Yuan Shao wants to deal with Qu Yi, Tian Feng, and Xia Houyuan who is far away in Yanzhou.
My boss, although he was considered a close friend and old classmate in front of the Four Generations and Three Lords, his aura has always been suppressed.
It's better now. The lord probably didn't dare to accept the hot potato, so Fang Datong accepted it all according to the order. In this matter, Qilin was somewhat embarrassed.
"It's okay, it's okay, come on, let's eat some New Year food today, dumplings, the people in Guanzhong love to eat them, Yuan Rang may not have tasted them!"
Fang Guang patted Xia Houyuan's hand repeatedly, indicating that the matter was okay.
Dumplings existed in the Eastern Han Dynasty and were made by Zhang Zhongjing. They were only spread among the people and were rarely eaten by children of aristocratic families.
Ordinary people also use wild vegetables as stuffing, but Fang Guang uses mutton as the filling.
Xia Houyuan wanted to persuade Fang Guang, but he was attracted by the smell of dumplings and tried to pick one up. His tongue hurt from being burned, and his mouth was full of delicious fragrance, which was intoxicating.