Huo Yi lowered his head to drink water with some embarrassment.

Damn it!

This Adou has such a big appetite, it covers a hundred thousand acres!

How much farmable land is there in Hanzhong?

Feng Yong thought hard again. At that time in college, he drew a map of Hanzhong for a semester. The recorded area seemed to be about 200,000 square kilometers?

Is this data correct?

Forget it, even if you discount this figure, there are still 1.5 million hectares. It seems that Adou’s account is not too much!

In addition, this era will definitely not be able to compare with the farming technology of later generations, so just erase the fraction, one million hectares, well, one thousand hectares is not too much for one million hectares, no wonder Zhuge Lao Yao can agree.

Adou Circle is such a big place.

After all, he is the emperor, and he is reclaiming the land from scratch, and in addition, he has taken away the various industry supervisors that were originally his income, so giving so much is probably meant as compensation.

It's just that Adou seems to be quite good at business. Seeing that Zhu Yejian can't get it back, he actually thought of setting up a Hanzhong Ye in Hanzhong and took this opportunity to encircle such a large piece of land. Zhuge Laoyao can't say anything.

, this mind can do it!

But when Feng Tubiao thought of himself, his heart suddenly became unbalanced.

My cheap father worked hard to get 600 acres of land, and he worked hard to get 500 acres... How can this be justified?

"I got a letter from the palace two days ago, saying that it is a matter of this imperial estate, and I need Feng Langjun to give me some advice. Whether I can complete the palace's instructions or not, it still has to fall on Feng Langjun."

Huo Yi was embarrassed to speak, but Huang Hao opened his mouth and said to Feng Yong with a smile.

Well, not long after Guan Ji came back, you got a letter from the palace. It seems that it is most likely the queen who has spoken.

"There is no point in giving advice," Feng Yong immediately became energetic and said tentatively in a low voice, "It's just that I'm not very good at listening to the instructions from the palace, right? How can I help Huang Jiancheng?"

Huang Hao covered his mouth and smiled again: "The things the Queen has told me, I have made it clear that Feng Langjun can do it."

OK, it’s about the ranch.

Feng Yong smiled: "The queen has an order, how dare I not obey it?"

Huo Yi coughed lightly and said, "What the Queen means is that even though the land of the Imperial Manor is thousands of hectares, I don't know if it is enough for Feng Langjun's pasture. If it is not enough, we can think of another way."

One hundred thousand acres of grassland?

Feng Yong was trembling in his heart, this star color is really grand!

At the beginning, I had said in my letter that I wanted to borrow some land in the Imperial Mansion to grow fodder to feed cattle and sheep. I never thought that the Queen would acquire 100,000 acres as soon as she took advantage of it. Feng Tubou was frightened to death on the spot.

Why did Feng Yong have to borrow the land of Huangzhuang to grow alfalfa? Is it not because of the damned farming policy of feudal society?

When I was in Jincheng, if I wanted to use a little bit of cultivated land to plant cuttings and plant tea seedlings, I would be fined. If I used it to grow grass, wouldn't I be sprayed to death?

People don’t care what kind of grass you plant, let alone what you plant it for!

Anyway, not farming properly is a heinous crime!

As for the use of Huangzhuang, it is different. Hanzhongye, to put it bluntly, is a department dedicated to supplying the royal family. What they grow and how they supply it are all private affairs of the royal family and cannot be controlled by others.

Back then, during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to feed the royal horses, didn't they open up a special area to grow alfalfa?

Now, Hanzhongye, in order to raise cattle and sheep for the royal family’s pasture, what’s the matter? What’s the matter?

"You won't need so much!"

Feng Yong waved his hands hurriedly, and at the same time thought to himself, if he really had to use 100,000 acres of land to grow alfalfa, the old demon Zhuge was afraid that he would be chopped up alive? Even if Zhang Xingcai was the queen, his reputation would be affected, right?

"Feng Langjun, don't worry. This imperial village can be on flat land or on a slope. It has not yet been reclaimed, so it can be renovated."

Oh, I understand. It seems that everyone has not escaped the blind spot of the Hu people's pastures. They feel that even if Feng Yong's pasture has green material, it will probably need a lot of space.
Chapter completed!