Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 12 Nanzhong Rebellion

  The most desperate thing in the world is not getting what you want but not getting it, but getting it and losing it again. He made the Longzhong pair by himself, watched it become a reality step by step, and then watched it disappear suddenly, did Zhuge Liang feel countless grass mud horses galloping past in his heart, Feng Yong felt that it was most likely some.

   But what can I do? As a minister, he could only silently clean up the mess left by Liu Bei. As a minister of Tuogu, as the father of Liu Chan, the survival of the Shu Han depends on him now. He must do his best to protect the last fire of the big man, and the only way to repay Liu Bei's kindness is After death.

  Ma Di was silent, looking at the forty-two-year-old prime minister of the Han Dynasty with gray hair on his temples due to too heavy pressure, he felt sad for a while. Although he and the prime minister are called master and apprentice, they are actually like father and son, and the relationship between the two is not insignificant. But now, he felt ashamed that he couldn't share the pressure for the prime minister even though he felt full of knowledge.

"The chaos in Nanzhong is not worth a clown's ears." Zhuge Liang opened the bamboo slips, scanned them, and said slowly, "Soochow, short-sighted people, don't worry about it. What I worry about is only Cao Wei. "

  Yong Kai, a local senior commander in Jianzhou County of Shu (now in the east of Jinning, Yunnan), had a different intention. A few years ago, he first killed the prefect Zhengang, then captured the prefect Zhang Yi, and belonged to Soochow.

  Soochow appointed Yong Kai as the prefect of Yongchang (now northeast of Baochang, Yunnan). Yongchang City Meritorious Cao Lu Kai and Fucheng Wang's wife led soldiers and people to close the city gate, and at the same time set up troops to defend Yongchang's dangerous places, so that Yongkai could not enter Yongchang.

  Yong Kai instead sent people to persuade Meng Huo and various barbarian tribes to rebel against Shu, and joined forces with Zhu Bao, the prefect of Zangke (northwest of Kaili, today's Guizhou), and Gao Bao, king of Yi of Yuexuan (southeast of Xichang, Sichuan today), to raise troops. By June of the first year of Jianxing (223), the Nanzhong rebellion broke out in an all-round way.

   "Lu Kai and Wang's wife are both loyal and righteous people. Now Yongchang is hanging out alone and in danger. Why doesn't the prime minister rush to rescue him?"

  Zhuge Liang sighed softly, "Why don't I want to send troops to quell the chaos as soon as possible, but now, the state has a new funeral, insufficient soldiers and horses, unprepared equipment, and foreign enemies are pressing the border, what should I do?"

   "What else? Naturally, it's the same as usual!" Feng Yong jumped on his feet and cursed loudly, "Didn't I teach you a long time ago? Two cows are arable land, so can't one cow be driven?"

At the end of May in central Sichuan, it was getting hotter every day. The housekeeper went to the city and brought back the plowshares that had been ordered. Yongkou said that it should be smooth and thin as possible.

  Feng Yong has no better way to do this than to express his disappointment with the industrial level of this era. As for the small blast furnace steelmaking, let alone whether it will be done, even if it can be done, but I can't even eat well now, how can I have the mood to do it?

  The final completion of Qu Yuanli finally did not delay the next Xia Geng. As a landlord class, Feng Yong naturally could not lose his dignity and go to the fields in person, so he could only stand by the field to guide.

  As the maker of Quyuanli, Ding Er was the first person to use Quyuanli without hesitation. When he clumsily put the cow on a curved yoke, the cow on the side turned his head with wide eyes, as if wondering why it was the only one this time, instead of having a partner to plow the field like in the past.

   "Try to walk as straight as possible, first try to see how deep the ground can be climbed."

   As a seasoned farmer, Ding Er is still qualified. The Quyuanli is developed from the Zhiyuanli. The two have something in common. After turning up a furrow crookedly, the second time it turns back, it becomes much straighter.

That's right, Feng Yong nodded. Although he is not proficient, it can already be seen that Quyuanli is not only more flexible and easy to turn around, but also faster than Zhiyuanli, and the turned furrow also shows that it is much deeper than Zhiyuanli. . This is still in the case of not being familiar with the method of use. If you get familiar with it again, the speed can definitely be faster.

  Standing behind Zhao Butler's eyes widened, his body trembled slightly, and he seemed extremely excited. The previous plow required at least two people and two oxen, but now only one person and one ox are needed to plow the land even faster than before. This is simply a god-given weapon for plowing the land! He looked ahead at the master's house frowning and looking at the field, feeling in a trance for a while, why was it that he couldn't see through the master's house more and more?

   What is the most lacking in the Three Kingdoms? The answer is people, especially young and strong men. No matter what the expert historians of later generations boast about the emergence of talented people, there is one phenomenon that cannot be concealed, and that is the sharp decline in population. Even adding the hidden population of powerful landlord families and the incalculable refugee population, it still cannot conceal the fact that the population declined sharply at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

  You said that there are so many talented people in the Three Kingdoms, so why don’t you think of a way to make people eat better and dress warmer? What's the point of fighting?

  Only Feng Yong knows that this turmoil, which has lasted for forty years, will continue for another sixty years. And he knew even more that during the time that Zhuge Old Demon is in power, he will continue to squeeze out the war potential of the Kingdom of Shu.

   Among them, the most influential ones are not landless tenant farmers, because they have never owned anything, nor are they landed self-cultivators, because they have always borne heavy labor taxes, but those local powerful landlords who originally had privileges. Their privileges will continue to be weakened, and their interests will continue to be forced to spit out, such as money, food, the population dependent on them, and so on.

   Otherwise, if a small country of Shu really wants those powerful landlords to lie on the country like Cao Wei in the north and Soochow in the east, they will continue to **** blood from the country without producing anything. What will the old monster Zhuge use to go to the Northern Expedition?

  As for saying that elites from local powerful landlords can be used to govern the country like the other two countries, Zhuge Laoyao said with a smile, it does not exist. With a money bag in your left hand and human resources in your right hand, do you still want to take control of the country again? What do you say you want to do? Do you want you to be the emperor directly?

  The course of history shows that Liu Bei and Zhuge Laoyao's political vision is indeed correct. Foreign political groups control power, and local powerful landlords control money, food and population. This is a very dangerous situation. If the locals are allowed to climb up and take control of the power, it doesn’t need much, just a part of it. Don’t say that the restoration of the Han Dynasty in Shu is still in the old capital. .

  Is Shu very weak at the end of the period? Weak enough for a team of thousands of people to stand under Jincheng and shout twice, the whole court can only surrender?

No, it's just because at that time, after decades, the court of Shu Kingdom was full of local officials who climbed up from below. They could surrender Wu or Wei, but they just didn't want to resist—what about fighting? I hate it the most. I always ask Lao Tzu to pay for money, food and people, and there is no return. It is even thankless. What's the use?

  In the Shu Han, the aristocratic family had so few privileges, and they had to bear as many burdens as those of the heads of Guizhou. Looking at Wei Guo, it is the real consideration for the aristocratic family, okay? Wouldn't it be better to just drop down, still be an official, earn money, keep the land, and continue to oppress those heads of Guizhou? Wouldn't that be more wonderful?

  So the old demon Zhuge said you hot chickens, you think I will let you go easily?

  Although Feng Yong is considered an outsider, he has taken root in the local area. There will be a long time to come. If in the next few decades of turmoil, there will not be enough men to go to the front line, and the plowing can only be done by women, then he must plan ahead from now on, one man, one cow Quyuanli, which can plow the land, can only be regarded as the first attempt.

  Quyuanli's experiment was very successful. Unfortunately, the accumulation time of farmyard manure is too short and the amount is not enough. This year's summer plowing can only be done as deeply as possible to see if it can increase the yield of rice.

  Feng Yong stood at the head of the field, feeling slightly regretful.

   Thanks to Xi Li Hua La Di Pi Li Pa La, Princess Lonely Moon and others for their recommendations and collections. The author was so moved that she burst into tears, and there is nothing in return. The only thing I can do is wait for another chapter.

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