Dahan first prince

Chapter 179 All parties are guilty, and the blame lies with me

Asking with a slightly expectant expression, Liu Ying looked at Zhang Bingji with a little pride involuntarily.

——This year's grain production in Weibei, under the leadership of Prime Minister Xiao He, has obtained the final forecast value long before the beginning of spring.

If there are no accidents, such as natural disasters and man-made disasters, the average yield per mu in Weibei this year will reach at least four stones or more!

Liu Ying also knew very well: on other matters, the court may release satellites; but on matters related to personal interests and national treasury revenue, the court will definitely adhere to the principle of "it is better to count less than never count." much' principle.

So when Liu Ying asked this question, Liu Ying already had the answer in her heart.

However, Liu Ying still chose to ask this question in her heart, which she already had an answer to, and waited expectantly for Zhang Bingji's answer.

Hearing Liu Ying's question, Zhang Bingji didn't realize that there was anything wrong. After thinking about it for a while, the corners of his mouth slowly opened towards the base of his ears.

"Hey."

"hey-hey!"

Involuntarily giggling twice, Zhang Bingji's face was slowly filled with excitement and admiration for a better future.

"Don't dare to hide it from Your Highness, about 40 years ago, when King Qin built Zheng Guoqu, the little old man was only [-] years old."

"The little old man still dare not forget: when the Zhengguo Canal was completed, all the farmers who got water from the canal to irrigate their fields would get food in the autumn harvest, which was more than six stones!"

As he said that, Zhang Bing couldn't help but licked his lips subconsciously, and stroked his beard under his jaw with joy.

"It's a pity that back then, the little old man was only a head of Guizhou, and he didn't have much martial arts. He only sat on twenty acres of Susukida."

"Even so, the little old man has obtained nearly 150 shi of grain from the [-] acres of Susukida..."

Full of reminiscence, Zhang Bing could not help but let out a long and leisurely sigh, raised his head slightly with a sigh, and looked at the still barren fields not far away.

And Liu Ying on the side, also fell into a brief astonishment following Zhang Bingji's words.

"Twenty mu of land, 150 shi of grain..."

Thinking secretly in her heart, Liu Ying couldn't help but slowly opened her eyes wider.

150 acres of fields, harvesting [-] shi of grain?

——On average, this is more than seven stones per mu!

To put it another way: 40 years ago, when the Zhengguo Canal was completed, Zhang Bing’s family harvested 150 shi of grain in [-] mu of land;

In the past few years, the vast majority of the people in Guanzhong have a hundred acres of fertile land, and their harvest is only about two hundred stones.

That is to say: 40 years ago in Weibei, only 150 mu of land was needed to harvest 150 shi of grain; and now Weibei needs [-] mu or even [-] mu of land to harvest [-] shi of grain. !
To put it more simply, in the past 40 years, the average grain production in Weibei has dropped to [-]% or even [-]% of the original...

"The Zhengguo Canal is empty, but I don't know how to repair and cover it..."

"Qin, die with the second generation!"

Without changing her face, she put another shit bowl on the grave of 'Bao Qin', and Liu Ying gritted her teeth faintly, showing a furious expression.

On the other hand, Zhang Bing had heard the words, he just lowered his head with a smile, and quietly changed the subject.

"When the Zhengguo Canal was first built, the wasteland in the north of the Weibei was full of brine and sand, and it had never been plowed by people."

"It is not for nothing that the Zhengguo Canal is filled with water, the fertility accumulated over a hundred years, and the yield of six or seven stones per mu."

"The more people lived in northern Weibei, the more acres of open land, and the more years of cultivation, the fertility of the fields gradually lost, and finally the yield of four or five stones per mu can be called a 'bump harvest'..."

Having said that, Zhang Bingji turned his head with a chuckle, looked at Liu Ying's thoughtful face, and nodded with a sincere smile.

"This year, with the merit of building canals at home, the acres of fields in Weibei should be able to get enough water to irrigate the fields."

"As for grain production, although it was not at the time of King Qin's administration, the land yielding six or seven stones per mu, but more than four stones, it is not difficult..."

Hearing that Zhang Bingji said this with gratitude, and then bowed his hands slightly to herself, Liu Ying also smiled shyly, and hurriedly raised her hand in return.

"The praise of the old man, the boy would never dare to take it."

"However, the father is in the world, and the affairs of the world are troublesome; as a son of man, the father has entrusted him with important affairs, so he can share the father's worries a little bit, just to show filial piety..."

"And my son's filial piety to his father has occasionally made the people in Weibei more abundant in food. This is nothing more than the emperor's father seeing thousands of miles away, and his wealth reaches the world."

"As the son of man and the subject of the king, boy, I dare not take the place of my father and be praised by the old man..."

Hearing Liu Ying's humble words without any hypocrisy, Zhang Bing's complexion froze for a while, and finally he smiled and nodded again and again, but he didn't speak again.

——A capable prince may be enough to make people look forward to.

But compared with "competent", a filial prince is undoubtedly more reassuring and more at ease...

"Your Majesty is benevolent and loves the people. He lightly pays taxes and grants land titles to the people; the prince also first built canals, and then stabilized the price of grain in Guanzhong..."

"Hey······"

"Collect the Liu family to win the world, together cover the Liu family, and rule the world for hundreds of millions of people, Li Shu..."

Full of sentimentality, Zhang Bingji sighed in his heart, and Zhang Bingji smiled lightly and looked towards the field, the happiness and reverence in his expression became more and more intense.

On the other hand, Liu Ying saw that Zhang Bing had stopped talking, but she didn't enjoy the rare tranquility comfortably, so she opened her mouth quietly and asked about another important matter.

"Now that the construction of the canal is completed, the farming work of the people in Weibei will be safe."

She let out a soft sigh as if talking to herself, and saw Liu Ying quietly retracted the smile on her face, and turned her head slightly serious.

"However, when I was young, I got a common proverb in the market, which said: The high price of grain hurts the farmers, and the low price of the grain hurts the farmers."

"The boy heard it and investigated it, and finally understood the meaning of this proverb. It is the reason why grain merchants buy low and sell high, and plunder the people's wealth..."

Speaking of this, Liu Ying couldn't help laughing at herself, leaned her body slightly, and pointed to the wound on the side rib.

"The boy is young, and he is not very familiar with state affairs; when he first knew the disadvantages of grain merchants to farmers, he just wanted to get rid of grain merchants."

"Unexpectedly, this bureaucrat is extremely vicious and vicious. In order to protect his fortune, he acted so boldly that he brazenly assassinated the boy a hundred years later, outside the Changling Tomb where the God Lord rests..."

After speaking, Liu Ying adjusted her posture back to normal, and shook her head and smiled again.

"In the past, when my son was in doubt about state affairs, my father often gave admonitions, saying: Governing a large country is like cooking small fish; important matters must not be ignored, and trivial matters must not be taken lightly."

"I'm just a dull boy. In his teens, he didn't understand his father's teachings; once he was assassinated and died in Huangquan, Fang suddenly understood his father's meaning..."

Seeing Liu Yingyun calmly talking about her assassination, Zhang Bingji's face immediately showed a touch of worry.

After savoring the meaning of Liu Ying's words, the worry receded a little bit, replaced by a hint of veiled appreciation that was not deliberately concealed.

"What His Highness has done may seem a bit hasty, but in the end it is for the benefit of the country and the people. If you want to be the master of our Guizhou leaders, you can only do good deeds."

Unobtrusively, he served Liu Ying a rainbow fart, and Zhang Bingji followed Liu Ying's words.

"The high price of grain hurts the farmers, and the low price of the grain hurts the farmers; this is the unavoidable disaster for farmers who have been doing everything they can to make a living for thousands of years."

"The harvest is rich but the grain is cheap. Although farmers get a lot of food, they get little money. The benefits of a good harvest of five grains are all seven or eight of the rich merchants' food."

"Insufficient abundance and expensive grain, the lack of food for farmers, and insufficient self-sufficiency; for this deficiency, it is easy to buy it at a high price..."

"That's it, all the farmers in Guizhou and farmers who do farming, no matter whether the grain harvest is good or bad, they can't accumulate wealth through farming."

"What's more, once the crops are short of crops for three to five years, or when the house is flooded or droughty, the farmers are even more likely to destroy their crops, and the incense will be cut off..."

Speaking in a heavy tone, Zhang Bingji couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. His eyes, which were clear at first, were suddenly covered by a layer of thick fog.

"Little old man is now seventy and three years old, with children and grandchildren around his knees; the year before, he has two or three great-great-grandchildren..."

"However, looking at the passing away of the little old man, parents, parents, uncles, sisters Zhongji, children and grandchildren born late, those who starve to death due to lack of food, don't..."

"I don't know how many..."

At the end, Zhang Bingji was choked up, his rough palms kept wiping his eye sockets, his nose was sucked up and down, and he made a 'hissing' sound.

"Little old man, little old man..."

Trying to open his mouth, Zhang Bingji finally couldn't hold back the grief in his heart. He raised his bent left arm, buried his face in the inside of his left elbow, his shoulders were trembling, and he kept moving his hands.

I don't know how long it took, until Liu Ying felt a little inexplicably sad, Zhang Bingji finally raised his head gradually, and forced himself to adjust from his grief.

Carelessly pinching his nose and wiping his tears on the field ridge beside him, Zhang Bingji finally let out a leisurely breath.

"That's all, that's all..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention the past, or don't mention it..."

Looking at Zhang Bingji's face, which was clearly still dripping with tears, but pretended to be strong, Liu Ying also had mixed feelings for a while.

Even if Zhang Bingji couldn't finish his sentence, Liu Ying could probably guess what kind of unbearable past would make Zhang Bingji, a man over seventy years old and experienced war, in front of a young man like him, crying sobbing...
——About five or sixty years ago, like Liu Ying at this time, Zhang Bingji, who was still a teenager, may have two or three brothers and sisters.

A hard-working father, a kind and kind mother, a jealous brother, and a tender sister;

Coupled with dozens of acres of Susukida, three or two chickens and ducks, and a fairly warm farm house, they formed Zhang's happy family.

But for some reason, in a bad harvest year, Zhang Bingji suddenly discovered that the elder sister who loved him the most was sent to a rich family by his father, saying that it was delicious and spicy.

Soon after, the majestic eldest brother was also called by the government to participate in a certain war; since then, Zhang Bing has lost his brother.

Later, my mother fell ill, and the family had no money to buy medicine, so I could only watch my mother dying on the sick bed, tortured by the illness.

For the mother's funeral, Zhang Bingji's younger sister was also given to a certain important person by his father.

After that, his father gradually aged, and the burden of the family fell on Zhang Bingji's shoulders.

It was only at that moment that Zhang Bing finally understood: why his father's straight spine was bent; why his mother's once beautiful face was rendered waxy yellow;
Sisters and younger sisters, why do they have to go to the side of big shots to 'eat and drink spicy food'; elder brothers and younger brothers, why do they have to go to the battlefield to 'fly into the sky'.

Later, his father also died, and Zhang Bingji and his younger brother also married wives and started families.

Afterwards, there is another great reincarnation starting from beauty, and only from that starting point, which can make people feel a little bit of beauty...
When such a vague scene really appeared in her mind, Liu Ying felt her spine bend suddenly!
——Because at that moment, Liu Ying felt the heavy burden of Wanjun suddenly fell on her shoulders!
The emperor Liu Bang has the last year of life left.

Starting from next year, all the thousands of people in this world will rest on Liu Ying's still immature shoulders, which seem to have no strength at all.

In order for the seriously ill mother to no longer have no money to buy medicines; for the poor father to no longer sell his daughter to others; for the vigorous Huaxia sons to no longer have to rely on fighting in wars to seek a chance of survival... ···

"Gu, there's still a lot to do..."

"For some things, it may take a lifetime, or even several generations of relays, to be barely accomplished..."

Silently speaking, on Liu Ying's face, there was an inexplicable sense of sacred mission.

And in those deep eyes that were not shining, Zhang Bingji could also see a kind of firmness and indomitableness that he was familiar with, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Ugh······"

Leisurely let out a long sigh, and finally held back all the tears and snot, Zhang Bingji finally slapped his thigh casually, and got up from the root of the tree.

Walking forward a few times with hands behind his back, he saw Zhang Bing slowly regaining his senses, showing Liu Ying a deeply curved back, with ravines all over his face, but with a faint smile of longing.

"His Royal Highness built canals to solve the water shortage in the north of Wei, and stabilize the price of grain in Guanzhong. This is His Majesty's benevolence, righteousness, love for the people, and the beauty of the world!"

"Although we, the heads of Guizhou, don't know much about the removal of Mi Jia, the grain merchant, and the establishment of the grain market, which specializes in grain and rice, we know that Your Highness will never harm us."

"hey-hey······"

With an inexplicable heck, Zhang Bingji scratched his head with a stiff smile again.

"The little old man doesn't know what His Highness wants to do; but the little old man knows that His Highness definitely wants to make us all live a good life with plenty of food and clothing."

"I only hope that in the future, Your Highness will not forget your true heart. Even if you win the world, you will also think about the livelihood of us, the head of Guizhou, and the peasants..."

After saying that, he turned Zhang Bingji slowly, and bowed heavily to Liu Ying.

After Liu Ying came to her senses, she saw that Zhang Bing had turned around again, and picked up a small child by the side of the field. While teasing the young grandson in her arms, she was heading towards the farm house in the distance. go.

Looking at Zhang Bingji's back, gradually disappearing into the sunset, above the farmhouse, there was a burst of cooking smoke buzzing from time to time.

At some point, several black and yellow domestic dogs appeared at the entrance of the alley, barking at each other as if they were arguing.

"The smoke from the kitchen goes up to the sunset, the cock crows and the dog barks, and the people are happy..."

With a leisurely whisper, Liu Ying finally stood up slowly, looking at the peaceful picture in the distance, she stopped and stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time...

(End of this chapter)