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In the golden waves of wheat, the soldiers of the Thunder Leaf Army who came back from the barracks took off their armor, picked up sickles, and followed their wives, children and fathers at home to go to the ground to cut wheat.

These soldiers from all over Hexi saw their own golden wheat ears that could be connected into waves. The bundles of wheat were cut off and placed on the edge of the ridges. The sweaty chief Zhao Tun greeted his son and wife and two eldest grandsons who had returned from the Corps School and said, "Stop, drink a few sips of water before drying."

Before coming to Anxi, Chief Zhao Tun always thought that Anxi was a remote place full of sand, so the gubernatorial priest was so generous. If it weren't for the tyrants of the powerful people in their hometown that they would not have been able to live a life as tenants and farmers, so Chief Zhao Tun would not have chosen to come to Anxi with his youngest son who was in the army.

But the facts proved that he was outrageously wrong. Although there was an endless desert in Anxi, there were countless oasis and fertile land when you walked out of the desert.

Most of the Protectors allowed each family to have 50 acres of men and 20 acres of women. Every household was equipped with oxen and horses to reclaim wasteland. Those who were used to hard life in Hexi, who saw such fertile wilderness with iron plows and loose soil, and could be watered with canals, which would be a fertile wilderness. How could they resist the development of farming?

Therefore, the wilderness outside the military farm designated by Shisantun was also reclaimed by them. According to the requirements of the Corps, every household raised chickens and ducks, planted grass and fed livestock.

Being busy is busy, but every half month, you can go to the corps headquarters to buy all kinds of goods, and all the hard work is worth it.

Zhao Sanhu was pouring cold tea with big mouthfuls. He was a cavalry of the Saiye Army. He had not done farm work for a long time and bent down to cut rice for a long time. He felt that this was much more tiring than training in the military camp.

"Aye, don't cut the wheat outside. The lord will send someone to harvest it, and then the money will be paid to the village."

Zhao Sanhu was a little regretful. He should have insisted that Aye brought his elder brother's family to Anxi together, so that the elder brother and his two elder nephews could help do farm work together, and the autumn harvest would not be so hard.

"The Protector still cares about this?"

Zhao Tunchang snatched the teapot from his son's hand and handed it to the two eldest grandsons beside him and said, "I am a yeah, but I don't know how to feel sorry for my son."

"Aye, they both eat well in the Corps School. The lord asked them to collect eggs and duck eggs. They asked them to eat them. They can also drink horses every day. You see, they are much stronger than when we were young."

Zhao Sanhu covered his forehead that had been slapped by Aye, looked at his two strong and strong boys, and complained there. Speaking of which, the Lord is completely unspeakable to the children of the Corps School. He eats well and dresses well, and can learn skills, so he makes them both happy and envious of Aye.

"You serve as a soldier for the Great Protector. The Great Protector has your food shortage. Someone told me that you eat sheep every day and think about eating cows. If you were a soldier in the past, you would have to thank God if you could eat enough."

Zhao Tun Chief looked at his son who was half a circle stronger than him and cursed there, "Most of them protect you, and they are not afraid of asking you to be poor. If you go to the battlefield in the future, you dare to embarrass our Zhao family and become a deserter, and you will be killed first."

Seeing Aye's mouth full of mouth, Zhao Sanhu thought Captain Chen was saying it very reasonably. These old men like to scold their sons and spoil their grandsons. In conjunction with his unlucky encounter with him, Aye, and became the garrison leader, taking classes in the Corps, and now he has cursed people for a while.

"Chief Zhao Tun, are you ready for the food you stockpiled?"

As the smoke and dust raised from the carriage in the distance, Chief Zhao Tun heard the familiar voice of Zhang Jun, and then he jumped up from the resting ridges, "Everything is ready, just wait for Zhang Jun to collect the grain."

At this time, Zhang Jun, who was riding a horse, got off the horse, and after meeting with Zhao Tun, he looked at the stout middle-aged man beside him and said, "This is the son, he is indeed a hero."

Zhao Sanhu laughed. Many of the officials in the Protectorate were students from the vassal states. I heard that Zhang Jun was from Japan. However, Anxi did not have any bad customs that discriminated against the name of the vassal states. In the words of his own lord, then Japan, Silla, was also under the jurisdiction of the Tang Dynasty, but it was a little remote.

It was noon now, and the villagers who had been harvesting wheat for a long time were going to cool off and wait until the most poisonous sun was over before continuing to work. When they saw Zhao Tun-chan leading the grain truck to the granary in the stockpile, they all followed. Although no one thought that the PRINCESS would go back on his word, they were always a little nervous. This year, the harvest was so good, if the PRINCESS changed its mind...

"Open it!"

With Zhang Jun's gesture, the accompanying Protectorate's guards opened the big box on the vehicle, and then the yellow and orange strings of cute little cuties immediately made the villagers feel relieved. The Protectorate was indeed a believer and said that buying grain was for money, and he would never be a fool with them.

"Everyone, I have to tell you something again. This year's grain harvest is bumper, and the grain price in Yancheng has dropped by half compared with previous years. However, the Protector said that he still collected grain according to the grain price that he had agreed with you in the past year..."

"The great patriarchy is kind!"

When the crowd heard this, someone shouted and cheered. Zhang Jun couldn't help but clear his throat and whispered, "Yunjing, I haven't finished my words yet!"

"What are you howling? Listen to Zhang Jun."

Zhao Tun Chang pulled his throat and suppressed the villagers with one throat. Then the surroundings became quiet again, and only then did Zhang Jun continue to speak.

"The price of the Protectorate is called the protection price. The Protectorate's House will not be lower than this price in the future, but if the grain is not collected and the price of grain rises, you cannot raise the price or sell it to other merchants at will."

"Don't worry, if anyone dares to be ungrateful and forgets how good Dudu is to us, he will chop his dog head first..."

Zhao Tun Chief was so angry that he said loudly, while the people around him shouted, "We are not those ungrateful beasts. Tun Chief, don't underestimate people..."

"You are all heroes in Hexi, of course you are not the kind of ungrateful people. Zhao Tun, the chief of the country, has 1,300 guan of money here."

As Zhang Jun said, the enthusiastic village people came forward to help move the money. The Kaiyuan Tongbao was shining brightly under the sun. After Zhao Tun Chief asked someone to count together, he took the account book in the village and distributed the money according to the grain handed over by each family.

Each of the fifty households can get more than ten cents of cash in each household, and the more than fifty cents of cash. After receiving the money, the residents of the village did not take a break and helped bring the food into the car under the scorching sun.

"Zhao Tun, you don't have to worry about the wheat you have a lot of. The Protectorate has arranged for people to come and help with the harvest. At that time, some people will bring money here and directly convert cash in the ridges. However, at that time, whoever planted it in this village needs to figure it out so that there will be no disputes."

"Don't worry, Zhang Jun, these wheats were planted by everyone in the village. I know which one is diligent and who is lazy."

"That's good, then I'll say goodbye first."

After waiting for the grain to be loaded, Zhang Jun led his own convoy to leave and rushed to the next Juntunzhou to collect grain.

Such scenes continued to occur in Juntunzhou near Yancheng. At the same time, grain transport trucks transported wheat, corn and other grains into the military warehouses of the Protectorate's Palace to seal them.

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"Five hundred troops stationed in the state, and this autumn harvest totaled 2 million stones of grain. It's a good harvest!"

In Yancheng, in the office of the Protectorate Office, after putting down the pen in the collection book, Li Mi, Yan Zhenqing and others couldn't help but sigh, especially Li Mi. He didn't expect that the fields reclaimed near Yancheng would have such a yield, so the more fertile and vast Sai Yechuan could easily support a million people.

Looking at these excited Muchens, Shen Guang, who came back from the villa outside the city, said nothing. You should know that Xinjiang and Central Asia in later generations were truly fertile grain-producing areas, especially in this era, the global climate is humid, Anxi and Hezhong are more suitable for cultivation, and they are used by Tuqishi, Gelulu, Bahan, and many other nomadic peoples to nomadic people, which is simply a waste of resources. For the Chinese who carved their farming instincts into their bones, after seeing such a fertile wilderness, who can resist the destiny of clearing up and planting something.

"You guys, the next three years will be crucial to our Anxi. Whether it is sending troops to seize the land of Shaye, or expanding the land westward while the Great Food Civil War, food is the top priority. Without enough military rations, there is no way to discuss conquest and victory, so you still need to work harder next."

At this time, the climate in Anxi was suitable for farming wheat for two seasons. If the water conservancy built outside Yancheng was not perfect enough, Shen Guang even planned to open the experimental fields to plant rice. He was a southerner and had not eaten rice well for many years since he came to the Tang Dynasty. I missed it very much.

"Master, although this winter wheat can be grown, the people of Juntunzhou have worked hard for more than half a year, and the canals and roads outside the city have not yet been built..."

Du Fu said, "He is now in charge of the Ministry of Works added by the Protectorate, but he is in charge of all water conservancy roads, etc. In the past six months, the once fair and thin poet saint was tanned and strong. The colleagues who originally called him Du Zimei now directly called him Du Heizi, but Du Fu himself didn't care. He felt that life was very stable. Seeing the canals and roads completed in his hands, the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment were much better than writing poetry.

"Zimei said very well, but I don't think about it. This year's winter wheat is forgot, but the roads between Juntunzhou and the canals in each town must not be delayed."

Shen Guang nodded. If Du Fu hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that starting from last year, the people of these military stationed states had been busy all year round and had not had a good rest. He should have let them have a comfortable and comfortable life.

After Du Fu opened up, Zhang Xun, Li Mi and others also talked about things. Some things needed Shen Guang, who had been the boss of the hand, to make an idea.
Chapter completed!