BXBX NOVEL Chapter 832: more than enough
Winter is over, and I have been here for a few months, and some basic conditions of the fiefdom have been sorted out.
Tan Anjun was most troubled by the prefect of Liangzhou prefecture. This adult was so slippery that it was too difficult for people to grasp the handle, and it felt like there was nowhere to start.
It stands to reason that Tan Anjun should have the final say on the subordinate officials of the fief, but the palace has just landed, and many things have to rely on the cooperation of the magistrate.
A local magistrate, after all, he worked hard during his term of office and did not do anything that angered others, plus his understanding of Liangzhou Prefecture
Considering many aspects, Tan Anjun decided to continue to appoint this person first, and then consider it after his term of office expires.
The plan for a year lies in spring.
At the beginning of the new year, military defense, civil production, and Liangzhou's economy and trade must be carefully considered and carefully arranged.
If you want to be invincible in troubled times, the first two important points are force and food.
With force, you can protect yourself.
Where there is food, there is population, where there is population, there is force, and where there is food, everything is possible.
Liangzhou prefecture is usually dry and rainless, not to mention consecutive disasters a few years in advance. This is also the reason why the population of Liangzhou prefecture has plummeted.
Already sparsely populated, this is tantamount to worsening the situation.
The husband and wife divided labor and cooperated, and let Tan Anjun practice by force.
Yang Lan'er only takes care of the logistics, planting the land and waiting for the harvest.
When it comes to food, it is no problem that the land harvested by Yang Lan'er's space is enough to supply the entire Liangzhou Prefecture, but things cannot be done like this.
Obviously, food still has to go through normal channels.
Open up wasteland and secluded fields, and plant crops and mulberries.
Last year, more than a thousand refugees were bought or recruited. The houses built by Yang Lan'er barely allowed them to survive the winter.
Now that spring has begun, living with the refugees who came here for nothing for a whole winter, if you want to continue eating for free, it is absolutely impossible.
Open up wasteland and farmland, take one out of ten mu.
That is to say, whether it is a refugee or a servant bought by Zeng Qingsheng, if ten acres of wasteland are reclaimed, one acre will be used as permanent land.
There is no free lunch in the world. Although Liangzhou Prefecture has a lot of land, if you want to get it, you have to pay corresponding labor.
Yang Lan'er's rule can be regarded as the whole of Haikou that Zeng Qingsheng boasted at the beginning, and there is land distribution.
The food that the refugees will eat next is owed on credit first, and then repaid after the harvest in autumn. It can also be paid in installments, which means that it is difficult to repay in one year, which can be divided into two or three years.
In short, in Yang Lan'er's philosophy, as long as you work hard, you can live a good life as you want.
It is not a dream to have enough food and clothing!
The servants bought by Zeng Qingsheng were also paid one out of every ten mu for reclaiming wasteland. The only difference was that they lived in a house and ate food for free, but they paid 10% more taxes after the autumn harvest than the refugees.
After all, they are servants of the Mu Palace and belong to private property.
Yang Lan'er was busy with spring plowing, and Tan Anjun in the front yard was also calling his subordinates to discuss matters.
Deputy General Huang Qiang frowned, and said worriedly: "Although Xiong Wanzhong appears to be loyal to the prince, well, after all, he brought out the team himself, and his loyalty is ten percent. It may be difficult for the prince to dispatch him in the future."
Xiong Wanzhong was the commander-in-chief of Liangzhou at that time.
The prince can't make the army prohibit it, so what's the use of the army? Come to hold back?
Duan Yan followed up and said: "The situation in various places is tense, and the prince must take the army into his own hands as soon as possible."
Duan Yan was originally forced to sign a three-year life contract, but now traveling around with Yang Laner and his wife, he has forgotten his original intention, and really wants to make some achievements with Tan Anjun.
Yuan Wanzhong made a suggestion: "It's time for the prince to form his own team."
Emperor Changxing drove all the princes of the royal family out of Gyeonggi, did he think that he could sit back and relax?
Backing Emperor Yonghui himself and sitting on the dragon chair, he thought that the world was as black as crows, and everyone would covet his position.
Really naive, there will be times when he will have a headache in the future.
"I heard that the king of Qi in Bingzhou next door is more procrastinating. He is closer to the capital than us, but he arrived later than us. Now that the Spring Festival is coming up last year, he hasn't even sorted out the basic personnel relations of the fiefdom." After finishing speaking, Tan Anjun Looking sideways at Yuan Wanzhong: "Get ready and set off for Bingzhou immediately."
Yuan Wanzhong was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he was overjoyed when he realized that Liangzhou had a small population. If he wanted to form his own army, he had to go outside the fiefdom to recruit recruits as much as possible.
Taking advantage of the fact that King Qi in Bingzhou, who is next door, didn't react, they grabbed a group of people first before talking.
Bingzhou is not big, and its area is more than half that of Liangzhou Prefecture, but its population is almost the same. How can people not be jealous?
Nuoda Liangzhou Mansion is surrounded by Hu people with strong soldiers and horses. Now Liangzhou Mansion is like a chicken rib, and they have no idea for the time being.
If the prince revitalizes the economy of the fiefdom, will the barbarians still not covet it?
At that time, the entire fief will need at least 100,000 soldiers to guard the gate of the northwest, right?
Yuan Wanzhong, who deeply felt that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, set off.
Yang Lan'er has made arrangements for spring plowing recently, and just waits for the slaves and refugees to plow the land and sow seeds.
In the past few days, Lichun Guyu told Yang Lan'er that she would wander around the city wall every day. The two little girls were confused, and they didn't know what she wanted to do?
Tan Anjun returned to the mansion this day, but he didn't see anyone in the master bedroom, so he found out that she was hiding in the study after asking.
"Why are you still busy?" As soon as Tan Anjun pushed the door and entered, he saw his little wife lying in front of the desk engrossed.
Yang Lan'er recovered from the blueprint, looked up and saw him, the corner of her cold mouth immediately raised: "Sir, you are here."
The spring was warm and then cold. On this cold early spring night, Tan Anjun was warmed by Yang Lan'er's smile, and his mood relaxed inexplicably, with a smile in his eyes, and asked softly, "Well, what are you busy with?"
Yang Lan'er didn't say a word, she pursed her lips and chuckled, and handed the blueprint in front of him.
This is a painstaking masterpiece that she racked her brains to come up with.
Ha ha!
Tan Anjun frowned slightly, took it with a smile, looked at the blueprint in his hand, his eyes flashed with surprise, his face was full of surprise, "You drew this?"
Yang Lan'er rolled her eyes: "Nonsense!"
Tan Anjun was surprised: "Why do you have this idea?"
"According to the current development and population of Liangzhou, the size of Liangzhou city is enough for the time being." Yang Lan'er got up, held Tan Anjun's hand, and pulled him to the side coffee table to sit down. Lichun immediately poured tea for the couple .
Tan Anjun did not interrupt her, but listened attentively. A cup of hot tea poured into his throat, warming his stomach after an afternoon of hunger.
Yang Lan'er took a sip of tea and continued: "But if the economy recovers here, the business exchanges, and the population increase rapidly, it will be a bit tight. It just so happens that the city wall is going to be re-consolidated and heightened. Push ten miles."
Tan Anjun choked on a sip of tea and his face turned red. It took him a while to recover: "Ten miles?"
Yang Lan'er looked at the roof and hummed lightly.
"Miss, do you know what ten miles represents?" Tan Anjun was amused by him. If he went ten miles away, he would add twenty miles before and after. Adding in the current old city, it is nothing compared to the capital city.
However, here is the northwest of the Gobi wasteland, how much money does it cost to build such a city wall?
Even if they take over the taxation of the fiefdom this year, it is far from enough, like a drop in the bucket.
Besides, how many people have to be supported by taxes, and the expansion of the army this year has made Tan Anjun stretched. How can there be money and food to build the city wall?
Yang Lan'er nodded calmly: "I know."
I built it just because I knew what it represented.
"Know?" Tan Anjun had a headache, feeling that since he came to this broken land, he was almost turning gray from worry.
He looked at his little wife and said seriously: "My lady, you can't dislike me when I'm bald in the future."
Yang Lan'er gave a 'puh-bah' smile, and finally understood the reason. It turned out that he was worried about this, "Master, have you forgotten that I fell into the cave and found the stone room last time?"
What are the piles of gold, silver and jewels for? Isn't it just used in the right way?
Building the city wall is a business, the most important business!
Tan Anjun stared, secretly baffled in his heart, he has been too busy recently, forgive him for forgetting about this matter.
With that batch of gold and silver, it is more than enough to build a city wall!
(end of this chapter)