"Sacrifice to pray for rain? There were too many obscene sacrifices in Qingzhou. At that time, Duke Ming was the magistrate of Dunqiu County. He smashed the altar of sacrifice and distributed the sacrifices to the people of the county. I don't know how many women and children were saved!"
"Most of the people in Qingzhou are so rebellious and willing to obey Ming Gong because of the good relationship forged by the Lord back then. But they didn't expect that the people who suffered from sacrifices back then could only place their hope in illusory ghosts and gods under the power of God!"
Fang Guang was filled with emotion after hearing his wife's words, and wrote the last stroke.
"When a person is unable to change his predicament, what else can he rely on besides ghosts and gods? He is not afraid of his husband's jokes. When Yan'er was promised to the Wei family, and her husband died early and was criticized, there were only gods and ghosts to complain about!"
A trace of desolation flashed in Cai Yan's eyes, and the woman suddenly felt warm and was pulled into Fang Guang's arms.
"As long as there is water in the Yellow River, the harvest will not be lost for thousands of miles!"
"Madam, you see, this thing is the key to getting water. Fetching water with buckets is just a drop in the bucket. Fetching water with carts and flooding the wheat fields is the right way!"
When Cai Yan saw Guang Guang in front of him, he smiled with high spirits and reached out to pat his cheek.
"Can you win just by looking at this picture? I don't think so. Are you trapped by the name of Qilin? My husband, there is no trace of the fan you asked Dian Wei to take care of!"
Cai Yan was teasing Fang Guang and was about to explain a few words when suddenly there was a loud and dull sound outside Mancang House, followed by the exclamations of countless children.
Fang Guang smiled and said, "Here we come!"
He took Cai Yan's hand and came outside the thatched hut, where he saw Dian Wei, a powerful figure in the whole state, standing in front of Mancang hut with his arms around the giant tree at the foot of Juan City.
The giant tree was more than ten feet high, with four wooden boards tied to it, and slender tendons connected to the wooden boards dragged on the ground.
The wooden pillars and planks weighed a thousand kilograms in total, and only Dian Wei's extraordinary strength could move them.
"Hurry up and dig a hole to fix this giant tree in the deep hole. The mouth of my hut is the place where the wind of the Yellow River flows. It is the place where this thing has its merits!"
Fang Guang raised his eyebrows happily when he saw Mu Zhu.
After hearing Mr. Datong's instructions, Dian Wei and others jumped out at the same time and were about to dig a hole with wooden shovels, but were stopped by Dian Wei.
"Why bother waiting? My lord is here to see what I can do!"
"ah!"
Dianwei screamed strangely and threw his arms around the wooden pillar, slamming it towards the ground.
The ground in Cangtingjin Thatched Cottage began to tremble.
The children of the Qingzhou military family who came to see the excitement clapped their hands and cheered together when they saw Dian Wei's power. Within a moment, a ten-foot-long wooden pillar stood upright in front of the thatched cottage.
The wind from the Yellow River swept over this place, and as the wooden planks turned, the tendons of the cattle dragged on the ground swayed and danced. Unknowingly, more and more Qingzhou refugees gathered around the thatched hut.
"Okay, the wind is ready. Come on, let's see how my seven-wheel fan is used to cool off the heat. Ding Xu is really a strange person. It's just that you, Yan'er, are good friends!"
Fang Guang clapped his hands and smiled at Cai Yan behind him.
A few soldiers had already pushed out a strange and huge mechanical thing from behind the thatched cottage, with seven wheels nearly ten feet apart, one after another!
Fang Guang was very skillful when he was a captain in the Yellow Turban Army. The Yellow Turban lineage was bitter and cold, and most of the military equipment was improvised when attacking the city.
Fang Guang has been a man for two generations, and now it is rare for him to have free time. The thing in front of him is the seven-wheel fan that the craftsman Ding Huan is proud of, an improved version of Mr. Datong.
It's just a seven-wheeled fan that makes the whole room shiver when it rotates, but it requires human power to operate, and it is a cool thing that enslaves the sweating nobles and wealthy families.
Fang Guang's improvements were completely different. At this time, thousands of Qingzhou refugees had gathered in front of the thatched cottage. Cao Jun's family members, old and weak, women and children watched as Fang Guang expertly tied the tendons of the cattle to the rocking wheel.
Just as a gust of river breeze blew by, the seven-wheeled large fan blades rotated. The strong wind blew by. A child who was close to him was unsteady and almost fell, but Fang Guang grabbed him.
Wherever the seven-wheeled fan blew, both the peasant women and the servants in the palace screamed at the same time and pulled the hem of their skirts. Cai Yan's white clothes fluttered and looked at Fang Guang with a smile on his face and his eyes suddenly lit up, making him look like a man in the sky.
"Mr. Qilin, you are a very talented person. This thing, this thing is so wonderful. This is the first time I have seen it!"
"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that it can only blow wind. It would be better if it could also blow water from the sky!"
"Mr. Datong, you are the one who can speak in front of Ming Gong. I hope you can ask if the ten thousand tons of rice and dendrobium agreed with Ming Gong this year can be extended a little more!"
The status of the Qingzhou Army was different from that of ordinary troops. Cao Cao had already made an agreement with the people of Qingzhou to surrender millions of refugees.
As long as the soldiers in Cao's army are allotted land to their families, their children and family members will no longer perform military service. However, if the men in the army die in battle, their relatives should replace them with strong men.
Or if Cao Cao wants to expand his army and recruit troops, the refugees in Qingzhou will also need to use Dingkou accordingly.
According to historical records, when Cao Cao died suddenly, the Qingzhou Army relied on the expiration of its contract with Boss Cao and beat the drums to disperse the troops. Cao Pi was dumbfounded and could only pretend to smile to see him off.
Cangtingjin in the East County accommodated hundreds of thousands of Qingzhou refugees, which was the hundreds of thousands of dendrobium grain and grass that Cao Cao included in his army rations.
This kind of military household is very different from the farming villages of later generations!
"Receiving food is a big deal, so I will naturally say it when it's time to speak. It's just that the matter is so important that Fang Guang doesn't dare to brag and agree to anything!"
"Everyone, there are many prestigious elders here among the people of Qingzhou. Fang Guang has an idea in his mind. The people of Qingzhou use the military to cultivate the land and renew the contract with Duke Ming?"
Although Fang Guang had recently joined Cao Cao, he was well known to the people for his effective handling of the Yanzhou Rebellion and his prowess in the Battle of Juancheng.
He married Lucang Pavilion and was very friendly to the refugee farmers. Although he lived here for only half a month, he was very popular among the people.
But this time, when Fang Guang opened his mouth, the military households in Qingzhou fell silent.
The few old men who had just spoken were so embarrassed that they coughed and looked at Fang Guang without daring to make contact or even talk to him.
There was silence before the wind from the seven-wheeled fan blew through the thatched cottage.
Fang Guang sighed in his heart, it seems that farming is still the same as being imprisoned in the hearts of the people.
Even the imprisoned military households would rather pay for their own profits and losses than farm their fields.
It's understandable when you think about it. Qingzhou's military household pays only 12/10 of the food they receive. It's the Qingzhou children who sacrificed their lives for their lord.
If it hadn't been for a severe drought this year, military households could have easily handed over this food supply.
Farmers will naturally not be taxed so lightly.
Without discussing it with Cao Cao, the farmland in Cangtingjin was just a private experimental field created by Fang Guang.
He thought for a moment, his eyes narrowed, and he spoke again in a deep voice.
"There is a severe drought this year. If we start to farm now, I can be the leader of the people. If we farm with 50 people per farm, those who use private oxen to farm will be divided into 70% and 30% with the officials, and the officials will be divided into 70% and 70%, and the people who use oxen to farm will be divided into 4% and 60%."