Royal Road

Chapter 343 Renewal

I originally thought that this year would be a difficult year, but I didn’t expect it to be much smoother than I expected. The drought did not harm the roots of Yangzhou, and the rebel Shile who was entrenched in Hesi and Yan was beheaded again. The emperor’s position became more and more stable, and the commercial tax of the connection airline was collected a lot. Seeing that Yuanri was imminent, Sima Rui also let go of his worries, with a little more smile on his face.

“I don’t know if Bingzhou will give a gift this year.” Sima Rui smiled and said to Wang, “The powder and flower essence that I gave last year are really easy to use, even the princess is looking forward to it.”

There are many state-owned goods sold in Jianye market, but the prices are really high. Some can’t even flow into the bazaar, and are directly collected by the high gate. Although Sima Rui was expensive as the Taifu, his wealth was incomparable to Jiangzuo Shuyu. If he could continue to receive the offerings from Bingzhou, it would be better.

Unexpectedly, Director Wang heard this, his face solemn: “Now that the drought in Jiangdong is easing, how can the king not think about the suffering of the people and indulge in pleasure?”

Hearing this, Sima Rui was taken aback, and quickly said: “What Maohong said was that he was lonely and rash.”

Over the past year or so, the situation in Yangzhou has gradually stabilized thanks to Wang Dao in charge and Wang Dun in charge. The ruling and opposition parties still don’t know how many things they have to rely on Langya Wang Clan, he naturally has to humbly listen to the advice of the king.

Seeing Sima Rui’s blunt apology, Director Wang’s expression was slightly slow: “The value of the gift is not important, it is only in the attitude of Mr. Liang. However, no matter how expensive the gift is, it will not be worth the tax. When the famine year has passed, I will try to reap Zhou Tian Fu controls salt and iron.”

There was a severe drought this year, and the state reported to the court early, asking for relief. Where is the extra money and food in Yangzhou? However, tax reduction or exemption is still possible. Hearing that Bingzhou has built up civil engineering, I am afraid it is also to consume the influx of refugees as much as possible. In the event of a severe drought, he could keep Si and Ji An stable, kill Shile, and retake Hedong. This kind of feat, even Director Wang couldn’t do it.

However, the more capable Liang Feng is, the greater the threat to the court. How could Xiaoen Xiaohui compare to threats, Director Wang naturally wanted to persuade him.

Sima Rui nodded again and again. But in the bottom of my heart, there was some unbelief. The imperial court threw the entire Northland to Liang Feng, asking for money but no money, no food for food, not to mention sending troops to support him. And the state is so difficult and dangerous, how can there be any surplus to hand in? It is better to count on Wang Dun, who is going north, to stabilize Yuzhou.

Of course, if the Bingzhou and the pseudo-Han were both defeated, and then Wang Shi went northward, it would be even better.

After all, I still have to figure it out slowly. Sima Rui pressed Beidi’s troubles back to the bottom of his heart, and discussed with Dao Wang about the resettlement of Beiren by overseas Chinese.

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When he woke up, Liang Feng felt strangely cold, and the silk quilt on his body couldn’t resist the chill. Has the temperature dropped again? He rubbed his eyes and wanted to turn over and sleep for a while. Unexpectedly, Yi Yan said, “It’s snowing.”

what? Liang Feng slammed over to stay, and walked quickly to the window. I saw a vast expanse of whiteness outside, the ground was covered with more than an inch of snow, the sky was still floating with snowflakes, it was really snowing!

“Ruixue Zhaofeng Year!” Liang Feng couldn’t help but smile. This winter, the three states have generally carried out deep ploughing and planted winter wheat. This snow is more precious than any baby.

A fox fur cloak was draped over his shoulders, and Yi Yan’s hands were tightly wrapped around the person: “The lord has worked hard for a year, and he has pity for himself.”

“It’s good to have snow, but you can’t let it go. To prevent insects…”

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped. These can be said at the office. Relaxing his shoulders, Liang Feng leaned against Yi Yan’s arms. The warm fur and the same warm body temperature drive away the cold from the body.

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Day after day, the hard winter gradually receded. Lichun is here.

“I’m back, I’m finally back!” Leaning on the door and looking into the distance, a woman with Jingchai skirt and face covered in wind and frost shouted loudly.

This voice drew the whole family to the door. Not far away, a man in a coarse cloth jacket walked quickly towards this side. Although his body was pure dust and his jacket was torn in half, the man’s face was full of joy.

“Can you come?!” Before the man entered the room, the woman rushed up and grabbed his sleeve.

“Come on! Thanks to Lu Er and the others!” The man laughed and took out a cloth bag from his arms. The woman screamed and wanted to grab it, but he flashed, “This time it will be placed in the field!”

“The silkworm species will hatch next month, so naturally they are raising silkworms!”

Seeing the two people arguing, the old man standing next to them interrupted them: “Don’t fight, don’t fight. It’s such a big bag, just split it in half.”

Seeing that his father said so, the two of them were not happy to win again. The old man smiled and said, “Open it up and take a look!”

The man flattened his palm, and carefully uncovered the square cloth. I saw a piece of mud straightly placed inside, not very big, round, and I don’t know who stepped on the front end, and there were still shoe prints.

However, this piece of mud made the old man and woman exclaim at the same time: “But horns?”

“Exactly!” The man smiled, “I snatched it from Liu Wu’s feet, half a horn!”

This “cow” naturally refers to the clay cow used for whip spring, but it was specially used by the county deity to welcome the **** of mang in the south of the city. The mud on Chun Niu is a treasure for farmers. Put it in the field can help a bumper harvest, and cover silkworm seeds to protect spring silkworms. Which time whip spring, is not the ups and downs of contention?

Can grab the horns, but a big good omen!

“Good! Good! Good!” After shouting three good, the old man’s voice changed in joy, “This spring, let’s farm and raise silkworms, to live up to the blessings of God and Buddha!”

Yes, their family of five has survived the disaster year of the Great Famine! In the past, who would dare to think? With such a **** and Buddha, we must work hard this year to cultivate and raise silkworms to live up to the favor of the Buddha!

From the northernmost Yanmen to the easternmost Leling, the three prefectures of Binh, Si, and Hebei, and counties and counties, all of them began a year of farming amidst the sound of gongs and drums in the spring.

Turning the ground, weeding, planting seeds, and even opening up barren fields, everyone is very busy. And the size makes it long, and it’s not idle. Assigned to them, there is another important task.

The loud gong sounded in the field, and a group of people immediately rushed up, using spades, picks, and rakes. After a short time, they dug a big hole, exposing the white flower eggs inside.

If such things are kept in the usual way, I am afraid that some people will be disgusted, and even cannot bear to take a closer look. Today, however, all the farmers around were wide-eyed, with surprises on their faces.

“Quick! Get it up!” Without the urging of the servants, some people started first and shoveled all the clods with insect eggs into the basket. Checked it again carefully and made sure that nothing was missed before stopping.

Without taking a break, his person hurried forward immediately. Among this group of people, there are not many young and strong people, most of them are elderly and children, turning the stones one by one to check the cracks in the soil. Once the eggs are found, they will swarm up again.

From sunrise to midday, the team finally stopped. The officials who led the team took out a cauldron and an incense case and placed them on the open space. The incense case was lit and the firewood was burning. The little official ordered people to pick out the eggs and pour them into the pot, then pour a bag of noodles and a pinch of salt, and stir fry them together.

After a while, the strong fragrance wafted out of the pot, causing the people around who had been working for a long time to swallow their saliva.

Seeing that the frying was almost done, the staff member shouted: “Get the pot and offer!”

Immediately someone put the pot in front of the incense case. As the chief priest, the official first stood in front of the case and worshipped deeply for three times, and then said the prayer aloud. This phrase is extremely simple, it is nothing more than welcoming medicine and forcing gods to give food and drink full. After chanting the prayer, he stepped back and signaled that he could start the meal.

I’ve seen it many times a long time ago, and the group of farmers immediately formed a long line and came to the incense case one by one. Some people took out wooden bowls, some people took plates, and the yaman served them a spoonful each, adding rice to them. I saw the fried noodles in the bowl were golden golden, emitting a strange fragrance like meat and wheat. No one would waste such a good thing. After taking the fried noodles, everyone immediately gobbled it up.

This taste is simply stronger than the chicken biscuits eaten during Chinese New Year!

Worthy of offerings to the Buddha! I am afraid there is only Buddha, who can turn that terrible insect pest into a delicious meal!

From old to young, no one was willing to waste a little bit. Some people even took the water sacs they carried, and even rinsed the bowl twice, without letting go of any residue, and poured them all into their mouths.

This is just a worm egg. If a locust grows up and eats grains and grass, wouldn’t it be more delicious than a chicken turning into a hen? Many people were secretly thinking about them, and some were clever. They remembered those few prayers well in advance. If they find insect eggs at home, reciting the two sentences will surely turn locusts into flesh and benefit their families!

In less than half an hour, a pot of noodles was cleaned up.

After eating and resting for a while, the group beat gongs and drums again, looking for new pests.

In this time when everyone has no oil in their mouths and meat all day long, nothing is more tempting than eating. The eradication of locusts in counties and counties has been vigorous and smooth. However, there is the blessing of Buddha in the three states that dare to move this disaster star. The nearby states and counties are not so lucky.

With the end of the spring cold, the little bug burrowed out of the soil, vibrated its wings, and rushed towards the field where the seedlings had just emerged.

The author has something to say: In May of the fourth year of Emperor Huai’s Yongjia, the large locust, from the secluded, merged, si, and hoped to Qin Yong, all the trees, cattle, horses and hairs were exhausted.

This is another straw that broke the spine of the Western Jin Dynasty in the original history.