Sun Qiandou's eyes flashed, and he could see the situation very clearly.
Liu Bei glanced at him and thought to himself that this man was indeed a person. He was seeking a state with benevolence, morality and enlightenment, but he saw through it at a glance.
"Xuan De Gong, since the two armies fought, the reason for their defeat was not only the failure of the battle formation, but also the lack of food and fodder, the unsuitable climate and soil, and even the enemy's lack of space!"
"Who in the world doesn't know that the three brothers Liu, Guan, and Zhang were the ones who fought hard against Lu Bu. The defeat of Duke Xuande is naturally unjust!"
Sun Qian's every word was sinister, but every word he said reached Liu Bei's heart.
He narrowed his eyes, yes, if he wants to keep the flagpole from falling, it's not that simple. He can just find a big brother to take the blame, and the matter will be over!
Benevolence and virtue can be used at critical moments, but signs cannot be used.
Liu Xuande's thoughts were racing, and the sarcastic words Tai Shici said on the Huai River battlefield flashed through his mind.
Liu Da'er, who was determined to imitate Liu Xiu and revive the Han Dynasty, had already thought of his words in front of Tao Qian.
He gently waved his hand at Mi Zhusunqian, indicating that there was no need to say more about this matter.
Liu Bei turned around on his horse and smiled at the thoughtful Taishi Ci, who was dozens of meters away behind him. His smile was extremely warm.
Xuzhou, Taishi Ci may be called the biggest loser.
Dongjun, Cangtingjin, just a few dozen days ago, hundreds of huge bamboo and wooden carts stood on the bank of the Yellow River, looking extremely majestic.
Fang Guang, the captain of the East County School, mobilized tens of thousands of people to dig canals and irrigate them with barrel trucks in the year of the great disaster, so that most of the thousand acres of wheat seedlings that were originally at risk of failure ushered in a miraculous harvest.
In the whole of Yanzhou, there is no such outstanding harvest color as that of Cangtingjin, and there are no more bright smiles of the refugees in Xuzhou, a military household in Qingzhou.
Tuoche is the official camp of Dongjun County, and the refugees in Xuzhou have no land to contribute to the Qingzhou military households for the time being.
After the canals were dug and the barrel carts were built, most of them were done by the people of Xuzhou.
Fang Guang would go to the bank of the Yellow River every other day to supervise the work of barrel carts.
Zaozhuan even moved her luggage and bedding to the refugee camp in Xuzhou. The Dongjun magistrate, who loves farming and mulberry, looked at the carts of hundreds of wheat grains delivered to Dong'aneiku and felt like he was leaving the mountains. The most pleasant thing since the rule of the world.
He also knew that when it had not rained in Yanzhou for forty days, such a harvest was all thanks to the captain. The commander of Dongjun became more and more respectful to Fang Guang every day when he saw him.
The Yellow River barrel cart can only be regarded as a flash of agricultural management. Fang Guang knew that if he really wanted to operate a large granary of Cao Mengde's lineage in Dong'a, systematic irrigation and fertilizer upgrades were the foundation.
The 20% of young adults he obtained from Xuzhou refugees were concentrated in the fertilizer workshop.
Although the authentic chemical fertilizers of the Eastern Han Dynasty cannot yet be produced, the grass cake fertilizer, lime fertilizer, and soil phosphate fertilizer of the later Song Dynasty have already amazed farmers who have been farming for hundreds of years.
When the wheat matures, according to the original farming schedule, except for the yellow mud land in Yingchuan, which has the best fertility, the rest of the land must be cultivated in the shade and then bean seedlings can be planted.
Unexpectedly, Fang Guang rented hundreds of acres of land directly from the military household in Qingzhou at the price of a barrel truck, and started preparations for planting beans on the newly reclaimed riverbank land.
On the bank of the Yellow River, on one side are the shouts of military households in Qingzhou harvesting wheat, and on the other side are the sounds of Fang Guang mobilizing healthy oxen to open up the land with a few curved plows.
Now the most difficult thing in Dongjun is to cast the Quyuan plow. Iron is very precious in the world. In the troubled times, most of the copper and iron attributes have been turned into armor and weapons. Cao Cao has no spare metal to cast swords into plows. .
In addition, there is also a serious shortage of craftsmen. Most of the craftsmen have been transferred to Juancheng to guard against Lu Bu. The few craftsmen in Dongjun City now have only enough iron to build seven or eight curved shaft plows in a few dozen days.
What Fang Guang didn't expect was that the Qingzhou military household that had already been provoked by these seven or eight Quyuanli was very unhappy with him, the Yellow Turban Colonel.
On the edge of the river bank, a woman with long robes and tied hair held Fang Guang's hand and jumped over the fields with him.
Cai Yancai was as lively as a young bride.
Under Fang Guang's training, Cai Yong's daughter fully blossomed physically and mentally, and her movements were full of confidence. However, in just a few dozen days, she was completely different from the day she first met her.
"Ms. sir, you really have more than one foot left in the soil! Only by plowing deeply and carefully can you make a surplus of wheat and beans. This is what my father said!"
"My lord, that's not right. Is it the military households that are more important, or the civilian households? Why do I think those people in Qingzhou look a little angry when they look at my lord? They obviously harvest a lot less wheat because they don't have carts."
Cai Yan played around in the fields for a while, then took Fang Guang's hand and reminded him quietly.
"What's the point? It's just a feeling of dissatisfaction. It used to be a good harvest and everyone liked it, but now, the Quyuan plow is not used by the military households. They all believe that they are the foundation of Ming Gong's lineage, so naturally they are unhappy!"
As soon as Fang Guang finished speaking, in the fields of Qingzhou Military House, a strong man walked towards the place where he was following Captain Chen with a defiant look on his face.
Fang Guang was talking and laughing to Cai Yan, but when he saw the man, his expression instantly darkened.
It turned out that the man opposite him had the same origin as him, he was a member of the Yellow Turban Army, Colonel Bian Xi.
Although Tong Fangguang was born as a Yellow Turban Colonel, he was versatile in both civil and military affairs, and his ability in civil and political affairs was different from that of a scholar.
Bian Xi was the spokesperson of the Qingzhou soldiers in Cao Cao's camp. He was vulgar and defensive. He relied on himself as a bridge between Qingzhou elites and Cao Cao. He often spoke out of the blue. No one in Cao's camp liked this military commander with a bandit temperament.
He originally followed Cao Cao on his western expedition and made many small contributions along the way.
After Ming Gong's great victory at Huai River, Bian Xi returned to Dongjun first. He was instigated by the villagers and asked Fang Guang for farm tools several times, but he refused to show up.
Unexpectedly, today, this rough guy came with Yu Jin.
Seeing the displeasure on his face and the way he blushed and stared, Fang Guang knew that the two yellow scarves were probably going to have a fight today.
Sure enough, Bian Xi arrived at Cao Ying first, walked up to Fang Guang in a few steps, glanced provocatively, and his saliva flew out with wine foam.
"Datong, we all used to live in Hebei, so it's not easy to say a few words to you!"
"What do you mean? This Qingzhou military household is the elite of Ming Gong, and the Xuzhou refugees are like servants. What kind of iron plows have you tinkered with? Why don't you give them to my fellow Qingzhou residents instead of giving them to the refugees?"
"Datong, the Qingzhou soldiers are the army that my lord values the most. Don't you understand the difference between closeness and distance?"
Yu Jin was behind Bian Xi and couldn't hold back this rough guy. Hearing his rude words, he glanced at Fang Guang with an embarrassed look on his face and shook his head repeatedly to indicate that he couldn't persuade this man.
Fang Guang could see a bit of cunning in Yu Jin's eyes, and he naturally knew who Yu Jin was.
I understand that Lieutenant Chen Chen was originally in charge of the refugees, but now the people of Xuzhou only follow his own lead. Yu Jin had very evil intentions in provoking Bian Xilai.