Fight the Giants

  Those who have ideas are Mu Yan by the riverside of the drinking gate.

  The army of the Wei Dynasty built ships day and night, and finally launched a general attack on the Chen army on the south bank of the river. Chen Jun was good at water warfare, occupying nearly a thousand ships, and fought fiercely with the guards.

   Both sides suffered casualties.

   But the guard army is good at land warfare, the terrain here is complicated, and most of the soldiers are not familiar with water, so the casualties are heavier than those of the Annan Chen army.

  Zhang Fu urgently called the generals into the big account to discuss the military situation.

  On the sand table, a big river runs across the north and south, separating the guard army and Chen army from east to west. Chen Jun occupied the natural danger and forced back the 200,000 troops of the Wei Dynasty.

  The generals frowned as they stared at the sand table. The little Annan actually stumped them.

   "The soldiers of my court are not good at water warfare. Although the army is overwhelming, but the river is blocking it, it is impossible to advance or retreat. Damn it!"

   "Little Annan, with wolfish ambitions, repeated many times. While requesting an imperial edict to be crowned king and submitting to our court, he killed my envoys and recovered it. Now he is playing the banner of rebelling against the guard. It is hateful!"

  The generals gritted their teeth and hated secretly, wishing they could fly over and beat them up heartily in one go, so as to let them know what a great power is.

  Zhang Fu stared at the sand table for a long time, "Do the generals have good strategies?"

  All the generals made suggestions one after another, expressing their own opinions, but the maneuverability was not strong, and they were all refuted by everyone.

   Zhang Fu pressed his forehead with a headache, turned his head and saw Mu Yan focused on the sand table for a long time, and asked, "Does Mu Yan have an idea?"

   All the generals followed the general's gaze.

   Everyone knows this kid.

  Although his status in the army is low, the generals dare not look down on him. Who gave him an identity?

  Grandfather was good at fighting. As the first adopted son of Taizu, he followed Taizu to fight in the north and south, and was entrusted with the important task of defending Yunnan and dominating one side. The second generation of Xipinghou was also good at fighting. Now the third generation of Xipinghou, his biological father, General Zhengyizuo, is not still in the big tent?

  Although it is a little inappropriate to see a general ask a soldier for his opinion, but this family should not be underestimated. Seeing that he is highly valued by the general, everyone is willing to listen to his thoughts.

  Mu Yan pointed to a place on the sand table, "Our army will fight with boats, pretend to be defeated, lead Chen's army here, wait for the wind to blow, set fire to the boat, attack back and forth, capture the opponent's boat, and then take advantage of the momentum to attack the other side."

   hiss...

   Tricks are good tricks, but...

   "How to calculate the exhaustive strategy, set fire to the wind, and keep our army safe?" If burning the opponent fails, but burn yourself instead, it will be a joke for the other side.

   "And how to achieve flanking attack?" If the opponent refuses to pursue and enter the set, what about the oriole in the back? Besides, if the opponent sees through, wouldn't the defense be stronger?

   Zhang Fu listened to the generals' discussion, frowned and looked at the sand table, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Mu Yan's plan was feasible. Now trapped on the bank of the river, if you can't cross the river, everything will be in vain.

   Suppressing his excitement: "Please tell me in detail."

   "Yes." Mu Yan explained his plan in detail.

  Mu Sheng looked at the son while listening, with complicated emotions. Mu Ang looked at Mu Yan, nodded with a smile, he is worthy of being a member of their Mu family. good.

   "There is no room for error in this plan. There is a plan in the plan, and the links are interlocking. Someone needs to lead the vanguard to confront Chen Jun and lure them into the trap before the follow-up plan can be implemented."

  After listening to Mu Yan's strategy, Zhang Fu decided to use this strategy. Ask the generals in the big tent, who is willing to send the vanguard to the First World War.

   "General, Mu Yan is willing to go!" Mu Yan cupped his hands and asked for a fight.

   "Good!" Zhang Fu greatly appreciated, "I ordered you to lead a thousand soldiers, drive a hundred boats, and go to feign an attack."

   "Yes, Mu Yan takes orders!"

  The war between the two armies will start.

  Shangyong County, the exile village, is harmonious.

  For several days in a row, Huo Xi, Li Shimian and others watched the wasteland nearby. Li Dianshou and others also knew that Huo Xi had brought a large bag of seeds, and knowing her plan, they were all excited.

  I can’t wait to put the seeds into the ground immediately, see it bear a lot of fruits, and the yield per mu is high, and then the superiors will look at it, and the family will escape the sea of ​​suffering.

  Although they know that there are many difficulties, and maybe it is just a hopeless and beautiful vision, the whole family has hope. It is also a merit to think that if it can be planted, it will not be exonerated, and it will also give the common people a few more edible high-yielding crops.

   They are very caring and tireless. Every day before dawn, they go outside to look at the ground. The whole family, men, women and children, all carried hoes and went to open up wasteland.

  In Shangyong County, there are many mountains and forests, but few fertile fields. But no matter how few fertile land there is, it can't hold back its desolation and desolation. Looking around, the wilderness is full of unowned wastelands. If you are willing to open up wasteland, the government can't wait to send someone to help you circle them and distribute fish scale books in person.

  Opened the land for a few days, with the help of Zhuifeng Tayue, Bao Kang, Vanilla Xiahe and others, plus Huo Xihuo Nian sooner or later also went to the field, within a few days, fifteen acres of wasteland were opened. We choose places close to home, which is convenient for management.

   After the land was opened, Li Shimian didn't need anyone's help. He took the seeds of pumpkins and other things and planted them himself.

  After planting, looking at this future high-yielding land, I feel overwhelmed. He walked around with Huo Xi and checked over and over again, for fear that some birds or beasts would harm the seeds.

   "Xi'er, the day you planted soybeans, you said you had some ideas?"

  Huo Xi nodded: "Yes. Now that sea trade is prevalent, the maritime silk business is booming, and many people in the south of the Yangtze River improve their fields to grow mulberry, so the demand is still far from enough."

Li Shimian couldn't help feeling: "The people in the south of the Yangtze River are rich. In other places, an acre of good land can only produce three or four stones of millet in a good year, but it can be converted into mulberry fields, but the income is several times or ten times that of grain fields. Occupying the right time, place and people, It is also the capital of the country, and it also produces silk and cotton, and now there are several large ports where large ships can berth, and the more prosperous it is, the more concentrated the population will be."

   "Yes, once the population is concentrated, the demand for food will be large. Moreover, a large amount of food from the south of the Yangtze River is being collected to transport to the north, and the north is short of food and silver."

  Li Shimian stopped and looked at her: "That's why Sister Ning wants my grandfather to grow food?"

  Huo Xi nodded: "We have nothing to sell now, either we have a lot of money, or we can grow high-yield grains. Take this as an opportunity to move forward."

   Apart from this, she has no other choice.

  She couldn't have rushed forward alone. In this world, the weak are preyed on by the strong, there are many aristocratic families, and the emperor and empress are as small as her, so she has to be more cautious, and if she is a little careless, she may be swallowed by others.

Looking far away: "Before I heard that the emperor had plans to move the capital, I went north to set up some Zhuangzi, and all the Zhuangzi planted grain, but thinking that the benefit of grain was low, I thought about doing something. So I ordered the Zhuangzi on the Zhuangzi to do something. , and interplant mulberry seedlings in the field.”

   "Interplanting?" Li Shimian heard this word for the first time.

"Well. Half of the field is planted with grain, and half is planted with mulberry seedlings. One plant can be planted in five steps, and one mu can grow fifty to sixty plants. In this way, the yield of grain per mu can be one stone and a half to two stones. Three seasons of silkworms can be raised in the north, and silkworm cocoons can be obtained every year. About one stone and a half, after deducting the mulberry tax and labor, the income per mu of mulberry fields is about forty taels."

   Li Shimian opened his mouth wide.

   I feel sad for a while. His grandson and grandson should not have worried about these livelihoods. She should have lived in that noble courtyard with rich clothes and fine food, servants and maidservants, and invited a group of sisters to enjoy the flowers and scenery from time to time. What she should have lived was such a life.

   But at the same time, she is gratified that she is so proficient in common affairs and economics, has the ability and calculations, and will not go hungry wherever she goes, and can live a good life.

   "Does Xi'er want her grandfather to interplant in the field?"