Why was it said before that imperial power did not go to the countryside?

It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s that I can’t do it.

In a situation like this, if you want to quickly collect local taxes, you can only give up some grassroots power to local snakes and entrust them with help.

The initial stage of chaos is basically this state.

The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death.

This is also the reason why Feng Junhou worked hard to train junior officials.

Even so, in the entire Yongzhou, excluding Longyou, there are dozens of counties left, except for some key counties.

For the rest, we can basically only appoint a county magistrate to go there. For those who are closer, we can send twenty or thirty guards. For those who are further away, we can send thirty or fifty guards at most.

As for the county captain or something like that, there is none, nothing.

As long as he arrives at a place, he does not seek to create a new world, but only seeks to establish a firm foothold. Whoever he recommends to come up will basically be approved.

Grassroots creation, this is grassroots creation.

Of course, it's not without surprises.

In the past few months, there has been no news about the new magistrates in three counties, with no trace of their bodies alive or dead.

General Guan has been leading troops on patrol outside in the past few months, precisely because he needs to deter those with evil intentions.

Those three counties were swept again by General Guan personally leading his troops.

The bandits alone captured nearly a thousand people when they rebelled against the soldiers.

Feng Junhou was so angry that he was sent directly to Bingzhou, where a wonderful life in the mines would be waiting for them.

After hearing Secretary Zhang's words, General Guan had already spoken before Feng Junhou opened his mouth:

"There is insufficient food and fodder. The most important thing at the moment is to ensure that General Zhenbei has enough food and fodder for his army to pacify Shangdang."

"Otherwise, many of the generals under the lord, each leading one or two thousand people, will patrol various places. I believe that it will not take half a year to restore peace to Guanzhong for a long time."

Between Guanzhong and Hanzhong, Hanzhong and Jincheng, the grain roads are still too restricted.

Obviously there is a large amount of grain that can be transported from Jiangzhou to Jingzhou, but the grain shipped from Hanzhong to Guanzhong has always been in a tight situation.

Feng Junhou sighed:

"We can't just rely on Hanzhong and Longyou. Otherwise, Hanzhong's grain road will be difficult to navigate, and Longyou will have to raise horses."

"If too much grain is transferred from Longyou, it may affect Longyou's horse farms."

It seemed very satisfying to eat so much territory in one go, but now I felt extremely stretched.

The aftermath is a headache.

To put it bluntly, years of war have led to a sharp decline in population, leaving too much arable land.

In addition, Dahan has leading farming tools and farming technology.

There is also a relatively developed animal husbandry industry, which provides a large amount of livestock power for transportation.

Feng Junhou's idea of ​​mule support had no chance to be applied on the battlefield, but now it has been used for post-war recovery.

Horse and mule teams continuously transported supplies from Longyou into Guanzhong. It can be said that Guanlong Avenue is now an important lifeline of Guanzhong.

The group of people followed the official road all the way east until they came to a stop near Baqiao.

Feng Junhou asked the accompanying guards to camp on the spot, and then he took General Guan, Secretary Zhang and others down the official road.

After walking along the Ba River for a long distance, Feng Junhou saluted an old farmer:

"This old man invited me."

The old farmer who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and resting, opened his eyes and saw the extraordinary Feng Junhou and others, and stood up quickly:

"Don't dare, may I ask, what does this gentleman do for you?"

Feng Junhou pointed to the ground under his feet and asked:

"These lands belong to my husband's own home?"

Upon hearing this, the old farmer showed a smile on his face and said repeatedly:

"Exactly, exactly! The land was just allocated by the government this year!"

Feng Junhou pointed to the empty farmland:

"My father-in-law is planning to grow millet, not wheat?"

The old farmer looked at Feng Junhou and his party and asked:

"Is Mr. Lang from Shu?"

Feng Junhou showed surprise on his face:

"How did my father-in-law know?"

The old farmer showed a clear look, and there was even a trace of yearning in his expression:

"Sichuan, probably only people from that place would ask such a question."

Feng Junhou was really surprised this time:

"What do you mean, father-in-law?"

"I heard that there has been no famine in Shu for more than ten years!"

The old farmer shook his head, seeming to feel emotion and envy, and looked at Feng Junhou again:

"I'm afraid Mr. Lang doesn't know how to farm, right?"

"ah?"

Feng Junhou was a little stunned.

"Although we can harvest a lot of wheat, it has to pick up the ground!" The old farmer pointed to the field, "These fields have not been cultivated for several years, and they are all overgrown."

"There is no way to grow wheat on raw land. You must first plant some beans, or at least long-lasting millet."

"Otherwise, if we sow the wheat and harvest the empty shells, how will we survive next year?"

Hearing these words, Feng Junhou, who was born as a Wei Cheng in Diannong School, blushed.

Indeed, it seems that I have not farmed for at least ten years.

He squatted down regardless of etiquette and asked:

"My father-in-law is so wise! I am short-sighted. Is the land allocated by the government enough to support my family?"

"That's enough, that's enough! As long as you serve these places with your heart, you will be able to eat more than half of your food in the first three years. In this world, do you want to be full?"

"After these three years, the raw land has become a mature land, and there is no need to worry anymore."

The father-in-law’s eyes were shining with hope:

"I heard that the Han government only collects tithes. If it is true, even if you pay the taxes, you may not only have enough to eat in the future, but also have a surplus of food..."

Having said this, the old farmer looked at Feng Junhou again:

"This husband, I want to ask you something, is it okay?"

"Master, please speak."

"I heard that in Shu, not only can every family have enough to eat, but they can also have enough food to raise some poultry and livestock. It's like a prosperous time on earth. Is it true?"

Looking at the old man who is nearly fifty years old, his face actually has the innocent fantasy that only a child can have, and there is even a bit of prayer in his eyes.

It seemed that he was begging Feng Junhou not to break his illusion.

Feng Junhou didn't know why, but his eyes felt hot and his throat felt a little blocked:

"Why do you think so, father-in-law?"

The old farmer smiled:

"Hey! If the people in Shu can live in the prosperous times, then our place can be regarded as under the rule of the Han, right?"

As he spoke, he looked towards the field on the other side, his eyes full of hope:

"I don't expect to have enough food to raise some chickens and ducks at home by then. Even if I can have enough to eat, that's fine!"

"Who did you hear this from?"

"Well, that's what those little kids said when they were measuring the land for us."

"Do you believe what they say so much?"

When the old farmer heard Feng Junhou's words, he stared and said:

"The land has been divided, why don't you believe it?"

He patted his chest: "The land deed is still here with us! No one can take it away!"

"In other words, everyone hopes to live under the rule of the Han Dynasty?"

"Whoever gives the land will follow!"
Chapter completed!