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  Chapter 129 127 [A den of thieves? This Taoyuan also! 】

   "Boom!"

  It’s early summer now, and it’s finally raining.

  Fei Rulan lay on Zhao Han's chest, staring at the heavy rain outside the window. She finally knew what being gluey was like paint, and she always wanted to get tired of being with the person next to her pillow. Xiyue had already yelled twice, but she still didn't want to get up to eat.

   "Husband, what are you thinking?" Fei Rulan moved her body, resting her head on Zhao Han's arm.

  Zhao Han sighed and said, "It's raining so badly... It's hard to describe in words."

  Fei Rulan asked curiously: "Isn't there a constant spring drought? Isn't it raining?"

Zhao Han explained: "There was a military disaster last year, and a lot of winter wheat was replanted. Now it is flowering and pollinating. When it rains, the production will definitely be reduced. The wheat sown in time will be harvested in a few days. This strong wind and heavy rain will easily cause the mature wheat to fall down. I hope it will not rain for several days in a row, otherwise this year’s summer grain harvest will be at least 30% to 40% short.”

   "You traitor is really tired. You are also worried about drought and rain." Fei Rulan sighed.

  Zhao Han said helplessly: "In the past, one person was full, and the whole family was not hungry. Now there are tens of thousands of people under my command, and I have to think about their stomachs."

  Wheat is also grown in the south, especially in Zhao Han's territory, where there are many dry fields, and wheat is the main summer crop.

   Seeing Zhao Han lying on the bed restless, Fei Rulan sat up and said, "Get up and eat."

   "Get up after one kiss." Zhao Han suddenly smiled playfully.

   "No kiss." Fei Rulan lay down again, turned her back to Zhao Han, her eyes became crescent moons.

  Zhao Han rushed over and gnawed on it for a long time, finally got tired of getting up, and went out to eat holding hands.

  It rained for three days in a row, and the water level that fell in the river all rose back, and it even overflowed to the shore.

  The next few days will be cloudy and rainy.

  It doesn't rain too much, but a few seeds are always sprinkled, making Zhao Han's hair fall out of worry.

All the high-level personnel were called, and after a meeting and discussion, Zhao Han issued an order: "The wheat that the villagers returned to their hometowns to replant will definitely fail in a large area this year. Mr. Li, Fei Chun, the grain bank must be prepared. There is no need to repay the borrowed grain for the time being. From June to the autumn grain harvest, all the borrowed grain will be interest-free during these months! The landlord will pay the interest on the stored grain, and we would rather lose some."

   "Understood!" Li Banghua and Fei Chun responded immediately.

  Zhao Han said again: "Maosheng's mission group, Dashan (Zuo Xiaoliang)'s peasant association, immediately started to promote the organization after the weather cleared. First harvest the wheat that fell due to the wind and rain, and how much can be recovered!"

  In ancient times, there were no lodging-resistant varieties of wheat. After they matured, they encountered strong winds and heavy rains, and they were likely to fall to the ground in large numbers, resulting in a poor harvest.

Zuo Xiaoliang said: "Don't worry, the general town, the peasant association has already taken action. These days, people in various villages and towns have been mobilized to help each other up the fallen wheat. Everyone inserted bamboo poles and made simple fences with strips of strips. Immediately lift up and tie up."

   "Great job, I will give credit to your farmers' association!" Zhao Han was very happy.

  Ouyang Zheng raised his hand and said: "After the spring plowing, I organized the villagers to dig four reservoirs. The roads over there are not easy to walk, especially the mountain roads. I want to organize the villagers to build roads."

  Zhao Han said: "After the busy farming season is over, ask the farmers association to assist you in doing things."

   After finishing talking about agriculture and infrastructure, Xiao Huan suddenly said: "According to reports from the spies who stayed in Fucheng, the prefect of Ji'an and the prefect of Luling County have arrived in succession a few days ago."

   "Who is the prefect of Ji'an?" Zhao Han asked.

  Xiao Huan replied: "Yang Zhaosheng, the third-ranked Jinshi in the second year of Tianqi, the exact identity of this person is still unknown."

  Zhao Han asked Li Banghua: "Does Mr. Li know this person?"

  Li Banghua shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

  Since I haven't heard of it, it must be a small role, and everyone doesn't care.

  Xiao Huan also said: "The new county magistrate is called Wang Diaoding. It seems that he was a Jinshi in the fourth year of Chongzhen. I don't know how he is."

  The new prefect is a fool.

  The newly appointed magistrate is a really good official.

  Wang Tiaoding served as the magistrate of Xian County before, not only did not commit corruption, he even donated money to build the city wall. Not only donated his salary, but also donated the money he brought from home.

  At that time, the people of Xian County were destitute and bandits were everywhere. It only took Wang Tiaoding three years to eliminate the bandits and let the people live.

  At this moment, Wang Diaoding is visiting the people.

  Because Zhao Han killed all the officials of the county government, Wang Diaoding no longer had to rectify the officials, and he was not afraid of being ostracized by his subordinates.

  With a few followers, he inspected all the villages and finally came to the bank of Lushui.

   "The opposite is the site where the rebels stole the possession?" Wang Diaoding asked.

  A soap official replied: "Exactly."

  Wang Tiaoding paced towards the ferry and said as he walked, "Let's cross the river and have a look."

   "Xianzun, absolutely not!"

   "Xianzun, that bandit Zhao kills people without blinking an eye, we may never return!"

   "Did the county lord forget that Zhao thief slaughtered all the county officials last year!"

   "..."

  The entourage hurriedly caught up, hugged their arms and stretched their thighs, and pulled Wang Tiaoding tightly.

Wang Tiaoding laughed and said: "Zhao thief occupied the city without plundering the market, and returned the city on his own initiative. He will definitely not want to conflict with the government again. As long as I don't recruit troops to suppress the bandits, Zhao thief will definitely not kill the county magistrate without authorization. Gentlemen And let go, follow me to explore the enemy's situation."

  The entourage couldn't stop them, so they could only bite the bullet and follow the magistrate across the river.

  They belonged to private visits in micro-services, and they did not wear official clothes, more like they came to the countryside for an outing.

  Wang Tiaoding stepped on the ridge of the field, walked, and suddenly squatted down to check the ears of rice, and said in admiration: "The rice grows really well, and there is no spring drought in the rebel's territory?"

   "I don't know." The followers shook their heads one after another.

   Continue walking for a while, and finally see a farmer carrying firewood.

  Wang Tiaoding cupped his hands and said: "Brother, I am a foreign merchant. The rice here is growing very gratifyingly. Hasn't there been a spring drought?"

  The farmer was very proud: "There is a drought, and the peasant association will take the lead. You help me, and I will help you. Mr. Zhao said that as long as there is water in the river, the fields will not be afraid of drought."

   "What is the peasant association?" Wang Tiaoding asked.

  Farmers said: "The peasant association is the folks in the village. If you help me, I will help you, and the world will be united."

   "The world is in harmony?" Wang Diaoding was shocked. Jiangxi really had a prosperous literary style, and even a farmer knew that the world was in harmony.

The farmer laughed and said, "Unification under heaven means that everyone has land to plow, everyone has food to eat, and everyone has clothes to wear. Mr. Zhao said that if you want world harmony, you must set up a peasant association. You help me, and I help you." .”

  Why does it feel that something is wrong, but it seems to make sense?

  Wang Tiaoding asked: "How can the peasant association help?"

   "You help me, I help you, why don't you understand?" The farmer's tone was full of contempt.

  Wang Diaoding is indeed a young man. He has been a county magistrate for three years, and he is still very young now.

  He was born as a child prodigy, not only a scholar, but also a student.

  Eleven-year-old linsheng!

  Because the imperial examination road is unimpeded, and the family has money to worry about food and clothing, they have always maintained a pure heart. He was an official at a young age, full of enthusiasm, and he was not greedy for money, and even donated the money brought by his family to build the city.

   This is a young official with ideals and aspirations.

  After repeated questioning, the farmer couldn't explain why, so Wang Tiaoding could only continue to move forward.

  As you can see along the way, the people are happy and the rice and wheat are abundant.

  Wang Tiaoding was dumbfounded and said, "Is this a den of thieves?"

  A follower said: "Master, this is a den of thieves. There are eight townships in Luling County, and the four townships to the west are all dens of thieves."

  Wang Tiaoding laughed at himself and smiled wryly: "If this is a den of thieves, the villages and towns I inspected before, and the villages under my rule, are far inferior to the dens of thieves. Bandit Zhao here is really strange!"

  The crowd continued to move forward and finally came to the hilly area.

  There are very few paddy fields here, and 80% of them are dry land, most of which are planted with wheat and a few other miscellaneous grains.

  In a wheat field, more than 20 people were harvesting, and even a few children were picking ears of wheat.

  There is a flag planted on the hillside, a very common indigo blue cotton cloth, the same as the military flag of the Datong soldiers, but the word "Nong" is embroidered on this flag.

Someone came over with tea and distributed it to the wheat reapers to quench their thirst. They took the opportunity to say: "Folks, work harder, harvest the fallen wheat first, and then confiscate the fallen wheat. Try to dry the wheat before the next rain." Done and put in the warehouse!"

   "Don't worry Liu Xianggong, I promise to finish it."

   "There are more than 20 people on one piece of land, and it will be done in two or three steps."

   "This place is finished, which one should I go to tomorrow?"

   "..."

  The peasants were drinking tea to quench their thirst while talking.

  After drinking tea, he immediately went back to cut the wheat without anyone urging him.

   Another farmer **** the straw and carried it downhill to the threshing ground. Wang Tiaoding immediately followed.

   But I saw that the threshing floor was more lively and orderly in chaos.

  Here is divided into several areas, the men are threshing with flails, and the women are turning the wheat with wooden rakes.

  After working for a while, a mission officer called for a break, so everyone gathered under the shade of a tree to drink tea and chat.

  It’s all tea made from cheap tea foam, which has long been whitened, just like drinking boiled water. But everyone was drinking vigorously, and there was a pretty woman who sang ditties to everyone while they were resting.

"it is good!"

"another one!"

   After singing a song, cheers and cheers in unison.

  The one who sang the little song was originally a prostitute in Fucheng, who came here voluntarily from a thief.

  She was also allocated three acres of land, but she was unable to cultivate it, so she had to rent it out to farmers who could afford it. I usually follow the missionary officer, take a salary, and sing songs to enliven the atmosphere.

  Wang Tiaoding remained silent and walked towards the next village, only to find that it was similar everywhere.

  He looked at the joyful people harvesting wheat, and suddenly his eyes were moist and he said: "This is not a den of thieves, this is clearly a Taoyuan."

  Wang Tiaoding turned around and asked his followers: "Is this a den of thieves?"

  Everyone is silent and dare not speak nonsense.

  Suddenly, a soap official boldly said: "They have all divided the fields. I heard that the tax is not heavy. Why don't they like collecting grain for themselves?"

   "You don't understand, you don't understand!" Wang Diaoding shook his head repeatedly.

  How can this be justified by dividing the fields? So many farmers are like a family, helping each other harvest wheat and dry it. Not only did not see any disputes, but also a scene of harmony, this kind of organizational power is too terrifying.

   Even, you can directly organize the people into the army!

  Inquiring all the way ahead, Wang Tiaoding actually went straight to the General Military Mansion, cupped his hands and said to the guard: "Please inform Mr. Zhao, Luling County Magistrate Wang Tiaoding is asking to see you."

   (Ask for a monthly pass.)

  (end of this chapter)