Chapter 3579: The land of the family

In the Gushui camp, in the cavalry tent.

"The key point of entering the Central Plains is not cities, but food."

Fei Qian said slowly.

Zhang Liao was a little surprised, but he nodded again soon to express his understanding.

Military rations guarantee is the key to victory in the war.

This is not a profound problem, but many frontline generals will forget this matter during the battle. When the quarantine officer reports that the food and grass are short, they will kill the quarantine officer and use his head to appease the soldiers.

Is it too stupid for the general to command the army?

Obviously not.

Therefore, in military operations, the supply of military rations is not smooth, which is a normal state of war. It is rare for commanders like Fei Qian who have begun to plan military rations before fighting and suppress the intensity of the war.

In the Han Dynasty, the pre-Qin warehousing system was inherited and developed, closely combining the granary layout with military strategy. Just like Feiqian, now in Guanzhong and the northern part of the country, the granaries were expanded with the original Ganquan warehouse as the core, and nearly one million stones of grain were reserved, which were directly used for use by the army.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was another granary that was as famous as Ganquan Cang, that was Ao Cang...

However, nowadays, Ao Cang is mostly empty so that even no rat can be seen.

"Shi Yuan followed the army, except for joining the military..." Fei Qian looked at Pang Tong, "The first priority was to migrate to Tunluo."

"Migrating to the Tunluo?" Zhang Liao looked at Pang Tong and roughly understood something in his heart. No wonder Pang Tong did not stay in Guanzhong, but followed him all the way to Heluo. It turned out that he was going to carry out farming in Heluo.

『But now that Luoyang has not been defeated, this military farm...』 Zhang Liao said hesitantly, "Are you too... too anxious?"

Military farming is not a rare thing. After all, this policy has been established since Emperor Wu of Han, but now it has not taken all of Heluo, Feiqian is going to launch military farming here...

This operation made Zhang Liao a little confused.

Indeed, if the farming is successful, it can achieve "fighting for war", and it can also save time and consumption of transportation and transportation, and also reduce the pressure on food and grass.

But what if it doesn't work?

Fei Qian smiled and said, "Therefore, Wen Yuan is now, and he should think about how to attack and how to defend when he retreats."

Zhang Liao took a breath.

Well, you are the boss, you have the final say.

The most requested before was whether you could win a city and conquer a pass. Now, you should not only plan how to attack, but also plan how to defend. This is almost double the difficulty...

Zhang Liao thought for a long time, then asked: "I dare to ask the lord, why should I expect this when I attack Shandong?"

Fei Qian smiled and said, "Only by April, you can replant the late crops, station the people and troops, and wait for autumn to catch them and march into the Central Plains."

"The Miao leaves Guanzhong, and the people leave Hedong." Pang Tong added, "A single season of harvest can avoid three battles. This is a blessing for the people."

It was better to say it in advance than to say a pause when you hit the ball.

Although Feijian has built a transportation network in Guanzhong, a northern part of Guanzhong, and has renovated and restored the canal transport network on the Weihe River, and built a military food security system that adapts to large-scale wars, it does not mean that it can support the war unlimitedly, and it is impossible to invest the limited food and grass in Guanzhong and Hedong into the bottomless pit of Shandong Central Plains.

If the rhythm of war is not controlled and limited and planned steps are carried out, excessive conquests will lead to the decline of the civil economy, such as the situation in which Emperor Wu of the late Wu wasted the world and the people were fed again. At that time, the excellent logistics support of the Cavalry Army will be unbalanced...

Logistics support for the cavalry is a double-edged sword.

Zhang Liao solemnly bowed, "I understand!"

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March of the spring of the tenth year of Taixing.

In the land of Heluo, the artemisia is like a halberd.

Xu Sanlang stood on the hill with a wooden plow, but saw that the hundreds of miles of flat fields on the east bank of the Luo River were all scorched earth. The residue of Zhuanghe wheat straw burned during the previous battle was still stuck in the cracked ridges.

A few thin crows flew across the sky and fell on the broken walls and didn't know what they were pecking at...

If he can, he also wants to become a bird and fly freely, and his hometown is his place.

His hometown has been destroyed.

Destroyed more than once.

When he thought he had been destroyed so badly that he could not be worse, fate would show him what it means to be the worst, only worse.

In the past, he believed in the Han Dynasty very much, and thought that the Han Dynasty was so great and the officials were so noble that he would not even deceive ordinary people like him, right?

He asked the officials who came to collect taxes, and the officials always told him with certainty that it was indeed more difficult in recent years, but it would be better next year!

Xu Sanlang believed it, but he did not wait for a better year, but waited for war and death.

It is not only people who die, but also the land.

When he returned to the place he was familiar with, everything became unfamiliar, including those people...

His neighbors, his friends, and even his family had died in the war, and he did not know the living people now.

Why didn't he die?

He didn't know either.

He just knew that he survived.

Alive, you have to eat.

To eat, you have to farm.

Xu Sanlang sighed, took the wooden plow and dealt with the weeds in the fields.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xu Sanlang seemed to hear someone calling him.

『Brother...』

『Brother!』

Xu Sanlang did not straighten his waist, but just turned his face to the side and glanced at him with his eyes slanted.

This posture is obviously not very elegant and may even make people feel very impolite.

But who can quickly straighten up and speak with a smile after bending over and weeding for an hour or two, and bent down and weeding and talking to others with a smile. Besides holding a hoe or shovel, it is clean and clean, without even the face of sweat?

If there is really, would it be to deceive officials as fools, or would it be to coax others as fools?

Xu Sanlang didn't know either. He just knew that he couldn't straighten his waist now, so he could only look at it with a slanted eye.

"Brother-in-law, are you a local person?"

A man wearing thick hem was squatting on the field, and there were other people behind him. He looked like an official, but he didn't look like him.

According to the podium, those who can follow such a group of people are likely to be officials.

But looking at his clothes and the small bronze hoe he was holding in his hand, it looked like a farmer in the field.

In Xu Sanlang's impression, officials are always white and fat, pushing forward with big belly, just like a pregnant woman in Rocca.

Xu Sanlang envied that kind of belly for a while, because that kind of belly means no need to bend over or turn his back to the sky. But now looking at the man squatting in the field, Xu Sanlang was not sure for a moment, "Little old man Xu, Xingsan..."

Xu Sanlang supported his body with a wooden plow, straightened his waist little by little, and felt the muscles on his waist trembling, moaning, making a painful sound, and even his voice trembled a little, "I don't know... the noble man... is..."

"I am a jujube. I was ordered by the cavalry to supervise the Heluo farming affairs." The visitor said with a smile, stopping Xu Sanlang from coming forward to kneel down. "I just saw my father-in-law sighing at the wildland. I dare to ask what the annual output of this place in the past?"

"During the Yonghan period, these fertile fields could harvest 200 hu of millet every year... But after the middle age..." Xu Sanlang suddenly felt his eyes hot, and he lowered his head and stared at the thornweeds growing everywhere. "The granaries in the western cold burned, and later moved to drive away the people. Last year, Cao's army came again... Look at this soil, it was already ruined..."

The jujube squatted down on the ground and grabbed a handful of soil. The fine brown particles fell from the gaps of their fingers.

『It's really bad...』

Good land must have some stickiness, but now these soils are obviously much desertified.

Zao Yan turned his head and ordered the accompanying agricultural scholar, "I will write it down and I will send some fertilizer tomorrow to put all the fields in this area."

The Agricultural Bachelor's Recorded.

"Brother Xu," Zao Feng pointed to the wild barns that had not been eradicated in the middle of the fields and said, "This kind of evil grass is the most intensive and needs to be digged deep into its roots."

Xu Sanlang smiled bitterly, "I know...it's just...

Zao Wu was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the wooden plow in Xu Sanlang's hand, frowned slightly, and reached out to hand his bronze plow to Xu Sanlang, "Do you have any tools? Then use me first."

"How did this happen?" Xu Sanlang waved his hands repeatedly.

"Make it, make it!" Zao Wei smiled and saw that Xu Sanlang didn't accept it, so he simply placed it on the acres of land first and then went up the ridge of the field. "Even if I lend it to my father-in-law first, I will return it to me after the autumn harvest!"

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Heluo, Gucheng.

This place was originally a small town, but it was almost destroyed during the war.

Almost all Gucheng government offices were burned down. Zao Zhuo and others just built a vacant land in the middle of the government courtyard and built a temporary shed as a temporary base for commanding the military farm.

Some people wanted to persuade Zao to repair the government office, but they were rejected by Zao.

Zao only thinks that this is not the time to build a government office.
To be continued...