In his previous life, when he was eating sand in the northwest, Feng Duhu did a lot of work for the local fellows in order to deepen the relationship between the army and the people.

In the vast desert, walking directly to work can not only train but also help fellow villagers work.

You can also experience the difficulties of our ancestors and inherit their spirit:

It is a manifesto, a propaganda team, and a seeding machine.

Anyway, according to Feng Duhu's impression, except for helping fellow villagers deliver babies, he had done everything he could.

There is no way, the fellow villagers in southern Xinjiang are indeed having a harder time than the outside world. If you can help, you must try your best to help.

What about building canals, planting fruit trees, building sheep pens, pulling lines...

Not to mention farm work like picking cotton, you can even play cotton in a decent manner.

Although the technical skills are not required, the poses are still possible.

It often causes the aunts on the side to smile at these green-clad young men.

The work may not have been done well, but the effect was achieved and military-civilian relations became more harmonious.

As for now, Feng Duhu didn't even need to show off. He just gave instructions, or at most gave some guidance, and someone would naturally help him get it done.

Not to mention playing cotton, even if Feng Duhu wanted to hear the pipa played, someone would provide him with the most professional female band.

Of course, with Feng Du's bad temperament for protecting women, he was naturally not in the mood to listen to the pipa.

He now prefers to invite people to come and view the cotton.

But it is a pity that the bud tips of the cotton that have just been planted are only exposed.

It is in sharp contrast to the surrounding wheat seedlings that are growing happily.

If you don't look carefully, you might think it is an abandoned land.

These days, when some old farmers go to their fields and see the good irrigated land lying there so abandoned, they can't help but curse:

“I don’t know who could be so wasteful and use such a good piece of land to grow grass!”

From a distance, we can see that there are fields of crops that are growing well all around, but it looks like it has been gnawed by dogs.

It would also be better if it is rotational farming.

However, the land was plowed evenly, and even the ridges were pushed straight.

Looking at the sprouts sprouting from the ground, it is obvious that they are neither wheat nor millet.

What is this if not planting grass?

Or maybe he missed the farming season and planted some beans randomly?

This owner must be someone who doesn’t know how to farm.

If you are in such a mood to ruin the land, you might as well rent it to me for planting!

Old Qin had a hot temper and cursed a few times in the open space. He couldn't find the owner's house and felt that it was not enough.

So he let out a bitter "poof" and spit into the ground.

When I walked to my own land, I looked at the lush wheat seedlings that had begun to ear.

The face that was originally filled with anger suddenly revealed a loving smile.

He reached out his hand and gently touched the wheat leaves. His rough hands looked extremely gentle at this moment.

It's like stroking a newborn baby.

There was even a little trembling in this tenderness.

Shows the owner's excitement and restlessness.

How many years?

As a real farmer, how many years have you been farming but have never touched your own crops?

Although it only lasted for more than 20 years and nearly 30 years, for this old man who was only in his forties, this was already more than half his life.

And it is still the most valuable twenty or thirty years.

In the past thirty years, as a farmer, he had been working for Wei thieves.

It was obvious that he had worked hard to cultivate the land, but in the end most of it fell into the hands of Wei thieves.

Not only that, the Wei thieves' farmhouse did not allow anyone to have a moment's leisure even in winter.

Although the landowners are not under the jurisdiction of the local government, they will not be subject to corvee service by the government.

But this does not mean that the Tuntian Kefu, which has jurisdiction over the Tuntian Kefu, will easily let go of these free labor.

During the early years of the Huang Dynasty, it is not known whether Cao Pi made a deal with the wealthy family or wanted to buy the support of the wealthy family, so he actually decentralized the rights of the Hakka Mansion.

The imperial court only collected a certain amount of money and food from the Tuntian Hakka, and no longer had direct jurisdiction over the specific operations of the Tuntian Hakka.

Even in order to reduce the burden on the court, Cao Pi allowed the Hakkas in Tuntian to find their own way out.

It is somewhat similar to the reform of a certain enterprise in later generations.

Cao Pi's reforms not only fed the peasant officials who were stationed in the Hakka Mansion, but also the local wealthy families.

Of course, these two groups have considerable overlap...

On the contrary, it is the largest group in this reform that has become the biggest victim.

Not only did I not enjoy any benefits, but I was squeezed even more.

On the one hand, the Hakka people in Tuntian colluded with local tyrants to sell state-owned assets.

While dealing with the court, in order to keep more money and food for himself, he increasingly squeezed the surplus value of the farmers.

It’s just a matter of harvesting more and more grain shares. Even in winter, farmers have to be recruited to paint walls and build houses, pave roads and build bridges.

Throughout the year, we had no food, no clothing, no warmth, and no free days, so we worked hard.

The landowners who rented land from the imperial court gradually became slaves of the landowners.

As a result, over the years, farmers have continued to flee, and there have even been small-scale rebellions.

Hedong is one of the largest farming areas in the Wei State. It is not without reason that large-scale rebellions broke out among the farming communities at the slightest provocation.

"The Emperor of the Han Dynasty is still kind and loving to the people!" The old farming man squatted on the ground and looked at his own wheat field in front of him with deep emotion.

One person can be divided into fifty acres of land, and only one tithe is required.

Farm the fields, farm the fields, farm your grandma!

The more he knew that life was hard to come by, the angrier the old farmer became at the dog-gnawed land in the distance.

Unable to bear it any longer, he spat over there again.

Those who don’t know how to farm are cowards!

Unexpectedly, as soon as I spit out the phlegm, I found someone coming to the dog gnawing ground, pointing and pointing, not knowing what they were doing.

Although they couldn't hear what the other party was saying, judging from their clothes and manners, they knew they were noble people that they couldn't afford to offend.

The old farmer shrank his neck, and then remembered that the two sides were far away, and the other party would definitely not be able to see his little movements, let alone his expression.

So he turned his head with disdain and started weeding his own land.

"Honggao, according to what Feng Duhu said, cotton won't bloom until July or August. Now it's only April and it's barely sprouting. What can you see if you come here in such a hurry?"

The few nobles standing next to the dog's gnawing ground were Wang Chen who came from Bingzhou, and Guo Pei and others who were forcibly pulled over by him.

There were some followers behind the two of them.

Wang Chen was bending down and carefully observing the sprouts that had just emerged from the ground.

Guo Pei, on the other hand, felt helpless and persuaded:

"It will take at least nearly three months until cotton blooms. What can we see at this time?"

After hearing Guo Pei's words, Wang Chen stood up straight and looked around at the wheat fields covered with a green carpet:

"Zhong Nan, I'm not here just for this reason."

Ornamental cotton?

In terms of ornamental value alone, no matter how beautiful the cotton is, it is not worthy of a personal visit from the person who spoke of the Wang family in Taiyuan.

What he wants to appreciate is the beauty behind cotton.

The beauty behind cotton lies not in whether the cotton is in bloom, but in how true everything said in the plan is.

The higher the authenticity, the more beautiful the cotton is naturally.

If King Feng Gui had set up a huge scam, then even the most beautiful cotton would be a piece of shit in his eyes. Of course, this possibility is not high.

Although Feng Guiwang has a great reputation, it must be said that his method of amassing money is comparable to that of Tao Zhugong.

No matter what the world's aristocratic families think of King Feng Gui.

But they all recognized this person's long-standing coin-spending persona.

This is an extremely hard golden sign.
To be continued...