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Chapter 315 Past Events in Southern Xinjiang 【Add more for Sister Sophia】

Sitting in the gazebo, Xiao Fansong saw the open terrain here, and even if someone came, he could see it at a glance. He pondered for a moment, looked up at Ji Fushou and Ji Sibo, and said in a low voice, "You only know that I was canonized as the number one in Daqi A female general, but I don't know that this is... a game between Wu Xiang's army and the emperor."

Ji Fushou frowned, and also sat opposite her, "What happened back then?"

Xiao Fansong was expressionless, but Ji Sibo, who was standing, found the veins on the back of her hands on her knees showing faintly. He felt a little uncomfortable, and the corners of his lips were tensed.

"It is said that my father passed away due to injury, and I was ordered to take over the Wu Xiang Army when I was in danger, and led the Wu Xiang Army to guard southern Xinjiang and repel the incoming South Vietnamese."

"Ah……"

Xiao Fansong smiled coldly, mockingly, "Although my father suffered from injuries, how could he pass away suddenly due to injuries under the care of the doctor for many years? He also said that he wanted to watch me get married, see Let me bear children, and when my grandson is born, he will teach him with his own hands, just like teaching me, and if it is a girl, he will pamper her in the palm of his hand..."

Xiao Fansong lowered his eyes slightly to cover up the redness in his eyes. Both Ji Fushou and Ji Sibo guessed that there might be something hidden behind General Xiao's death, so they acted considerately as if they didn't see her red eyes.

Ji Sibo looked at the shadow under her long eyelashes, stretched out his hand to cover the left atrium, his face was a little dazed, and felt a dull pain in his heart for the first time.

Xiao Fansong blinked, then raised his head, the redness in his eyes had been forced back, "Southern Xinjiang is located in a remote place, with rough roads, and a place of smog. It is often used as a place of exile. None of the courtiers of Daqi wanted to go to Southern Xinjiang. official.

Going to be an official in southern Xinjiang either offends people or has no background. All in all, going to southern Xinjiang and wanting to recover is tantamount to fantasy, and because most of the people in southern Xinjiang are descendants of exiled criminals, local officials in southern Xinjiang They have always been disgusted and contemptuous of them, and they often neglect the people's livelihood.

For a long time, the Wuxiang Army has been guarding southern Xinjiang. My father led the Wuxiang Army, not to mention his meritorious service, but he never let the South Vietnamese cross the border.My father has been in southern Xinjiang for many years, and he has long regarded himself as half of the people in southern Xinjiang. He always wonders whether he can make the life of the people in southern Xinjiang better.

The fields and climate in southern Xinjiang are very suitable for growing paddy twice a year. Although the people in southern Xinjiang can grow rice twice a year after their own exploration, the quality of the rice is not as good as that of the South Vietnamese people.

You also know that even southern Xinjiang is regarded as a land of smog, let alone South Vietnam.For a long time, in the eyes of many people, South Vietnam is a barren land, and even the people of South Xinjiang looked at South Vietnam a long time ago. Yes, the two sides often have conflicts, and this conflict has continued since the founding of Daqi.

But it is such a barren land, but rice is grown twice a year. The rice is full and good in color, and the cooked rice has a rice fragrance, which is really different from the rice grown by the people in southern Xinjiang.

But because of the conflicts between the two sides for many years, the South Vietnamese people will not let their rice go to southern Xinjiang, and the people of southern Xinjiang will not let silk, ironware, etc. go to South Vietnam.

It is also because of this that the people in southern Xinjiang want to secretly use Nanyue rice as grain seeds, and there is no way to get it for planting.That's all, the southern border is sparsely populated and the land is vast. With the rice that is harvested twice a year, there is no need to worry about food.

But for some reason, since eleven or twelve years ago, the rice planted has shriveled, and the harvest has changed from one mu and a stone and a half to one stone and two buckets. The bucket was reduced to one stone per mu.

It was only later that I realized that the field could no longer continue to have two crops a year, otherwise, every year, the rice would become less and less.If it is ripe once a year, the yield of one stone per mu can still be maintained, and some other crops can be planted, and the field can be well maintained. After seven or eight years, it can continue to be harvested twice a year.

Speaking of this, Xiao Fansong paused, closed his eyes, and said awkwardly, "Do you know that because Nanjiang can grow twice a year, the imperial court collects taxes on Nanjiang twice?"

Ji Fushou sighed, "I know, in other places, the rice is harvested once a year, and the tax is only collected once, but in southern Xinjiang, it is collected twice. I have been to northern Xinjiang, and the people in northern Xinjiang know that rice in southern Xinjiang is harvested twice a year. , are very envious, saying that even if they pay taxes twice, the family can still fill their stomachs all year round."

Xiao Fansong pursed his lips, with a serious look on his face, "The local officials in southern Xinjiang don't care about other things, but when collecting taxes, they are very strict, and they don't want to let the taxes be reduced by a single bit.

The yield per mu has decreased, but taxes have to be paid twice. For the common people, this has suddenly become a heavy burden. The surplus food in the family has become enough food.

What's even more frightening is that as the yield per mu decreases every year, one day the people will only grow enough rice to pay taxes, but they will have no food to eat.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and when they are hungry, many terrible things will happen, and what is more serious is that they are afraid that southern Xinjiang will rebel.

His father guarded southern Xinjiang all his life, and he didn't want him to turn against the people of southern Xinjiang in the end. He went to the magistrate and asked the magistrate to tell the truth to the court, hoping that the court would reduce or exempt taxes.

The magistrate agreed, and my father kept secretly observing the magistrate's movements, and found that the magistrate had indeed written a memorial for people to send to the capital, thinking that the court would show compassion to the people, guess what happened in the end? "

Ji Sibo frowned and said, "The court won't allow it?"

Xiao Fansong shook his head with a sarcastic expression.

Ji Fushou frowned, and his voice turned cold, "Could it be that the magistrate's memorial didn't mention the fields in southern Xinjiang at all?"

Xiao Fansong sneered a few times, "That's right, the magistrate didn't say a word about this matter, and he submitted the memorial, but it was just a memorial! It was in vain for my father to believe him, and he waited for another half a year in vain, and what he got was still strict taxes! "

"Father questioned the magistrate, but the magistrate said that this was the court's decision, and he tried his best. But his father's friend in the capital wrote to him and told him that the court had no idea about the problem with the southern border fields. Father could not stop the magistrate from collecting taxes. Looking at the anxious and distressed faces of the people, I started to think about it."

Ji Fushou squinted his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't General Xiao trying to make a deal with the Nanyue people and ask the Nanyue people for advice on how to keep the fields cropping twice a year without being barren and barren? "

Xiao Fansong looked at her in surprise, "You actually guessed my father's thoughts based on my few words!"

Ji Fushou smiled slightly, "You just mentioned that the Nanyue people have two crops a year. I even guessed that General Xiao must have made a deal with the Nanyue people to solve the field problem."

(End of this chapter)