When I saw the old man, I was the first to run onto the stone road: "Bang! Bang! General is mighty!"

The large shield and heavy armored infantry standing on both sides of the road neatly tapped the iron shield in their hands, making a dull collision sound. The sound of gold and iron intersecting made the blood of the Grand Duke Hans, who had been soldiers for a lifetime, excited. The "magnificence of the general" in the soldiers' mouth made the Grand Duke Hans burst into tears.

Zhao Hu rode slowly forward, his horse's hooves stepped on the wide trade road paved with gravels, making a crisp tap sound, followed by the lame financial officer Starn, the stubborn old man Hans and a dozen guards in light mail.

This tour was a temporary tour for Zhao Hu. He expected to come to the near the Iron Tower Fortress to see the upcoming spring plowing situation. The Grand Duke Hans, who was unwilling to go to Chaoyang City to cultivate, was boring to stay in the Iron Tower and insisted on following Zhao Hu out to see the spring scenery in the south.

I saw large areas of freshly reclaimed fields on both sides of the wide business road. The dark blocks of soil turned over with iron plows exuded the fragrance of soil. Rows of newly reclaimed ditch fields were like chessboards drawn on the ground.

In early spring of April, on the phosphorescent iron tower river, farmers from nearby villages were driving ten-meter boats to fish in the just-thawed river water. The silver iron tower river water dug out irrigation channels along the dry winter water and flowed into the fields waiting for irrigation. Some of the land had already exposed green buds.

Zhao Hu took a deep breath with his nose. The just-stop spring rain mixed with the damp and fishy smell of soil in the air. Zhao Hu was basically satisfied with this progress. The stubborn old man who followed him showed a novel expression. For the Grand Duke Hans who had been in the snow-capped mountains in the north for many years, he saw the spring scenery of the southern water town once.

Zhao Hu knew that this was the beginning of his governance of the three counties. Whether he could stabilize the people's hearts that were floating in the war, whether he could gather strength to dominate the south for himself, and whether he had sufficient food security was the most critical issue.

The refugees who fled from the north to the south were newly established by Zhao Hu, grouped for forty households and 400 households as a village, and were placed in two county lords, Tieta and Satdo. They were originally deserted and tidal flats, which were originally sparsely populated.

The refugees who had settled down began to reclaim their new fields, which made the two county lords, which were originally deserted and desolate because most people fled, rejuvenated.

According to Zhao Hu's idea, the interior official Stahn re-divided the wastelands of the two counties into 18 areas, and each area was placed in 25 towns. This was a complicated task involving land measurement, forest land division and other things, which made the finance officer in charge of the interior Stahn so dazed and almost vomited blood.

Finally, under Zhao Hu's instruction, all refugee camp leaders were summoned from the refugees to discuss. After a full month of negotiation, the land boundaries were newly divided, and finally completed before the end of the spring plowing and rainy season.

In late April, the air is fresh and the rainy season has just stopped. The ponds and gullies are full of water. The land is nourishing and plump. This is the most important spring plowing time of the year.

Lord Lord’s new "Farming Act" has been issued to the 1,480 garrisons of all sizes in three counties a month in advance.

This new bill is completely different from the fact that farmers used to sow seeds in the soil at will, and then let them live and fend for themselves without regard. Not only did they strictly enforce all spring plowing land through more than ten procedures such as turning over soil, irrigation, etc., but also set strict regulations on the depth of the arable land and the density of sowing.

This made many farmers dissatisfied because it greatly increased their workload. However, after the new "Regional Tools Rental Act" was promulgated before the start of spring plowing, such opposition almost disappeared.

Rewards for merit, punishments, carrots and sticks, force and temptation coexist, and rewards ahead, everyone strives for the first place, both ancient and modern times. According to the newly promulgated "Regional Leasing Law", villages willing to implement the new farming law can not only divide five horses for farming land.

Moreover, the grain tax paid during the autumn harvest only needs to be paid one-third of the grain according to the new regulations. Those who pay the top ten can not only receive a thousand gold luke reward from Marquis Zhao Hu, but also receive a reward of five horses. For those poor villages, this is simply a fortune that shocked all the farmers.

Even the richest local rich man in the village, he may not necessarily have a stable horse in his family. The richest old rich man Sin stood in the field with his butt sticking out his head and sowing seeds.

Many people have never stepped out of the village in their entire lives. At the farthest, they can go to the back mountain to play wild game, pick wild vegetables, and walk around the town and take a look at the lord's majestic castle from afar. That is the pride worthy of chanting, and it is synonymous with seeing the world.

Not to mention seeing a horse, even a donkey, let alone the dazzling golden light in the legend, who dares to jump out and sing a counter-tone with the lord's new "The Decree of Farming"?

The poor and yelling poor households in the village will use the tillage in their hands to let him know what the courage of farmers is.

Of course, villages that do not follow the new farming laws not only have less than five horses to be distributed, but also need to hand over half of the originally stipulated food during the autumn harvest. The original complaints to the lord quickly became support for the new bill.

Before the spring plowing time came, every village was already busy turning the ground.

The Grand Duke Hans pointed to several farmers in the fields on the roadside and drove their horses to plow the soil in the fields. They asked in confusion: "Mr. Zhao Hu, do you need to dig so deep in your land? Horses are very precious materials. You actually sent them to farmers to plow the fields. In our place, just find a piece of wasteland and sow the seeds and sprout them. In the cool autumn, it will naturally grow into golden wheat. When the wheat is harvested, we will have enough food to go up the mountain to hunt.

It is a waste of manpower to use horses like adults to work hard. If so much manpower is sent to do some logging at this time, the fishing work will not be better! It can also be sold to merchants to make some money."

The grand duke Hans showed a generous smile from the northerners, without any awareness of being a guest of the tower. He expressed his views without hesitation, and even pointed out Zhao Hu's shortcomings and inappropriateness from time to time.

Zhao Hu was not in the mood to explain the arduous cultivation of ancient China with a stubborn old warlord. Looking at the arrogant look of old Jones in front of him, Zhao Hu quickly responded with an embarrassing face: "We have nothing to do. Our place is a barren southern mountainous area, so it is naturally impossible to compare with the fertile northern snow under the rule of the Duke. Especially since we lack the most basic farm tools here, in order to resist the Kazakhs, all the iron tools were cast into weapons by Samor. I can't let the farmers below dig the soil with their hands.

The original large amount of grain stored in the tower was consumed to redeem all the adults. In order to ensure that all of us have enough food to spend the winter, even the horses in our army had to be sent to the farmers to cultivate land. Such embarrassment made the Duke laugh!”

This is Zhao Hu reminding this stubborn old man: "I used the food to redeem you from the Kazakhs! It's not my food that you are still gnawing animal skins from the Kazakhs."

Hearing Zhao Hu's answer, the arrogant Duke Hans, whose face was slightly red. He remembered the grievances he had suffered from the Kazakhs. His face became dim and he said with a displeasure: "It's a pity that the Kazakhs have now cut off the road to the north, otherwise I can compensate for the losses of your tower."

"Compensation?" Zhao Hu's face was slightly surprised, and even Starn beside him looked like he didn't hear it.

It turns out that this arrogant Duke of Hans didn't know that his family was still arguing with the surrounding few little lords. Thousands of farmers mobilized in his territory were still screaming hungry.

In order to solve the problem of the temporary recruitment of thousands of farmers for dinner, the Hans family was selling out, and the already exhausted territory and property made it even worse. It is said that it is almost time to go bankrupt

"Why? Don't believe me? I am the Grand Duke of Hans, one of the three great dukes in the north! I guarantee that with my great duke of Hans, as long as the road to the north is smooth, I will hand over the most precious things of the Hans family to you as my compensation for your tower." Seeing Zhao Hu and others with disbelief, the stubborn old man was anxious and shouted with his thin arms.

"As long as the road to the north is clear, I will use the title of the Great Duke of the North as my compensation!"

The title of the Hereditary Grand Duke is only five in the entire empire, three in the north and two in the imperial capital. It has always been hereditary and undertakes important defensive tasks in the north and the imperial capital.

This prominent title also possesses many privileges that other ordinary lords cannot obtain. They govern the military power alone and the autonomy power does not require the emperor's authorized taxes, and the emperor has no right to interfere in the appointments in the territory. It is simply an independent small empire.

This stubborn old man seemed to have seen through his weaknesses, that is, he sent troops to occupy the second county without the emperor's permission. Thinking that he had the title of a great duke on his head, he could completely eliminate the troubles of occupying the three counties. He could very well push the emperor's orders back, and he could also have a fertile duke leader. He would be the joint lord of the four counties of the empire. At that time, he grabbed a lot of beautiful women in front of him, and he would not like anyone else, and with a wave of his hand, he would naturally have a younger brother to chop up.

Zhao Hu's eyes glowed and he swallowed his greedy saliva. He also saw Zhao Hu who was happy in front of him. The dark and thin Duke Hans's mouth showed a cunning curve, and he smiled in his heart: "Silly Zhao Hu! Five hereditary grand dukes, do you know what hereditary is? If you want to eat meat, show some sincerity!"
Chapter completed!