"This pond has a special name, called Fish Pond. Junhou said that there are many low-lying areas in the Sunshui River Valley, but when it rains, it is easy to cause disasters."

"So dig more fish ponds in low-lying areas and use the excavated pond mud to build pond foundations around them, which can reduce water damage. Moreover, fish ponds can store water and prevent droughts."

"The land at the base of the pond is fertile. If you plant mulberry trees on it, you can get mulberry leaves and raise silkworms without taking up any land. It's a great benefit."

When Xiahou Ba heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised and impressed: "So that's it! Then Feng Wen... um, uh!"

"That's not all!"

It was rare for the old farmer to see such a foreign country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and he looked like a noble country bumpkin. He continued to talk enthusiastically:

"Mulberry trees are planted on the pond base, and the mulberry leaves are fed to the silkworms, and the silkworm pellets are fed to the fish. The fish manure fertilizes the pond, and the pond mud is clogged with mulberry trees. This is an endless process."

As he spoke, the old farmer began to sing:

"In January and February, we will manage the mulberry branches and release fish fry; in March and April, we will apply mulberry fertilizer; in May, we will raise silkworms and sell them in June; we will use the silkworm pupae to feed the fish; in July and August, we will clear the ponds and consolidate the pond foundation; at the end of the year, we will

Weed and feed fish every month.”

"The fish pond is wide and the fish pond is deep. The fish you catch are salted and the salted fish are salted and sent to the army..."

There are salt wells in Yuexun, and together with the rice flower fish that Feng Junhou made back then, the salted fish in Yuexun is now very famous in Shu.

Anyway, the Longyou Hu people all gave a thumbs up to the salted fish in their ration bags, praising the salted fish as fragrant, salty and delicious.

When Xiahou Ba heard this slang song and talked about farming in Sangtang for a whole year, he couldn't help but become a little crazy.

"I heard that my husband is not like an ordinary farmer. May I ask his name?"

The old farmer laughed again and waved his hand:

"I was just an old soldier who retired from the army. Later, I was misused by the prince. I followed him as a personal guard for several years, and finally followed him to conquer the Yuexi."

"Later, the prince led the army to the north. He no longer had any use for my old body, so he arranged a position for me as a village elder. These things were all taught by the prince himself."

Xiahou Ba was stunned again, his face was suddenly cloudy and clear, sometimes red and sometimes blue, it was extremely wonderful.

The old farmer didn't notice the change in Xiahou Ba's face, but continued to talk:

"The Lord taught us these things back then. He only said that as long as we follow what he taught us, everyone's life will be better."

"It's just a pity that Junhou didn't see Yuexun like this with his own eyes, and I don't know if he is living well in Liangzhou..."

Xiahou Ba finally came to his senses and said with a forced smile:

"Old man, many people are saying that they want to sell grain to help Feng, Feng...junhou in Liangzhou. Why don't you go?"

"Why didn't you go? I had people sell my surplus grain two days ago."

The old farmer quickly clarified.

"Oh, oh, that's it."

Xiahou Ba cupped his hands as an apology and looked away.

But when I saw the water in the fish pond was slightly turbulent, I didn't know whether it was because the fish came up for air or because they were wrinkled by the wind.

Seeing the green mulberry leaves around the fish pond again, he couldn't help but sigh:

"He really has a talent for governing the world! Just looking at these fertile fields and mulberry ponds makes people wonder about his style of governing Yuexi..."

The old farmer had already bent down to dig a hole again. When he heard this, he stood up straight again and said with a smile:

"The noble man's words really speak to people's hearts. In fact, we often think about it, how wonderful it would be if the monarch had the opportunity to come back and visit?"

"But every time I think of you, I always have a place to go."

As he spoke, he pointed to the west:

"Going from this official road, there is a large piece of fertile land, which was the place where the monarch personally cultivated. There is a monument at the head of the field with the inscription 'Marquis Feng once cultivated here', that's it."

Xiahou Ba didn't want to see Feng Yong at first, but after talking to the old farmer and hearing something he had never heard of before, he finally became curious.

He thanked the old farmer with his hands and turned back to the official road.

Wang Xun, who was originally some way behind, had already been waiting there.

Xiahou Ba glanced at Wang Xun, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked:

"Prefect Wang, do you know where Feng Mingwen was farming?"

Wang Xun always relied on his elder brother's attitude.

Although Xiahou Ba kept saying that his brother bullied him, since his brother called him uncle.

So no matter how much he dislikes Xiahou Ba, as long as the other party doesn't stir up trouble, he still has to pay attention to his face-saving skills.

Seeing that the other party's attitude had changed at this time, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and nodded at the same time:

"Of course I know."

"Can I go take a look?"

"Why not? I'll lead the way."

The group of people rode horses, and after a while, they arrived at the place where the old farmer mentioned and saw the stone tablet erected at the head of the field.

Xiahou Ba got off his horse and stood in front of the stone monument, looking at the green waves of rice fields in front of him and remaining silent.

Wang Xun stood beside him and said:

"Back then, my brother led the army along the road leading from Yuexun to Jincheng and left Yuexun secretly. By the time the people knew about it, he had already arrived in Jincheng."

"After my brother left, the Yuexun government carried out his legacy policy unchanged. A few years later, the people had enough food and clothing, so they erected this stone tablet on the place where he personally cultivated to remember his kindness."

Xiahou Ba's eyes changed, his expression was complicated, and he murmured in a low voice for a long time:

"For him to be so remembered by the people, my sister must have not lied to me."

His heart was even more turbulent.

Feng Yong, who is still young, has already achieved such achievements, and will surely become the pillar of the Shu Kingdom after Zhuge Liang in the future.

There was Zhuge before Shu and Feng Yong after him. Could it be that he was really favored by God?

While he was thinking about it, his hand unconsciously touched the stone tablet.

At this time, someone in the distance shouted angrily:

"Stop! Damn it! Who are you? How dare you touch this stone monument!"

Xiahou Ba subconsciously retracted his hand and looked at the sound.

I saw a few young men running over with sticks. When I saw that these people were wearing weapons around their waists, I knew they were not ordinary people. I still had the courage to ask:

"Who are you?"

Xiahou Ba saw that although the other party spoke Chinese, their accents were very strange, it seemed a bit like Luo Xianyin, which made them very awkward.

What's more important is that their dress has an obvious barbarian style.

The entourage, Wang Xun and Xiahou Ba, had already gathered in the middle, with their hands on the handles of their swords.

Wang Xun pushed away his entourage and bowed his hands to several young men:

"We came down from the county government to inspect farming, and we came here specifically to have a look at the past of the monarchs. May I ask who they are?"

When several young men heard this and saw the opponent's formation, they knew that it must not be a lie. The leader mustered up the courage and said:

"It turns out to be an official, sir, but you can't see it, why are you still touching the stone tablet? This is my family's land, and you are not allowed to touch the stone tablet."

When he heard the other party say the word "Sir", Xiahou Ba knew that these people were Yi people.

"It turns out that the master has arrived, but we didn't pay attention for a moment. Don't blame us."

Wang Xun apologized quickly.

But Xiahou Ba couldn't help but interjected: "Your land?"

It’s not that this is the place where Feng Mingwen farmed. How did it become the land of the barbarians?

"Of course!" Lang Jun, the leader of the Yi people, said with his head held high, "When Feng Junhou was farming here, he even asked us to catch fish for him!"

"That's right, we caught fish for Junhou for a long time, so Junhou later gave us these lands for planting, saying that the Han and Yi people are one family."

A hundred loaches are exchanged for one meatloaf!

They can't forget the taste of the meatloaf to this day.

When talking about this matter, the faces of several young men from Yi people were filled with pride.

"Your Majesty also taught us how to sing. If you don't believe it, I will sing it to you."

"The pond is full of water, the rain has stopped, and the mud beside the fields is full of loaches..."

Xiahou Ba was confused when he heard this. What kind of slang song is this?

Why is the voice so weird?

Could it be that the Yi dialect comes from somewhere?

On the side, Prefect Wang's face twitched.

The shady deal my brother made with these barbarian young men back then would have become a major stain on Wei Guangzheng's image if it hadn't been for the land he later gave away.
Chapter completed!