Beiting City is extremely lively.

Rubea, a resident of the city, was stubborn since childhood. When he was in his teens, he refused the opportunity to accept him as a servant.

This is a very admirable guy. When he was young, he sheared wool for others, helped others make felts when he was older, pulled his two sisters into adulthood, used ten horses, twenty sheep, and a hundred kilograms of coarse salt he had accumulated to serve as dowry for his eldest sister, and used the same value to serve as dowry for his second sister, and married his two sisters to a good family with glory.

Today, Rubea put on a brand new leather robe and he was going to see his eldest brother-in-law.

Crawling out of the low room, Rubea narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to hold a handful of the golden sun.

"Bea, come out quickly, we should go check the accounts." Someone shouted outside the door.

"Come on." Rubea agreed happily, sucked his nose, and habitually touched the doors and windows of the house.

This was the item that the young Han man, who had destroyed the cannibal city lord's mansion after he captured Beiting and divided it up for these poor families. Rubea liked it very much. The door contained the blood and sweat of his grandfather and his father for the city lord.

That's great.

Rubea sighed, carefully slapped off the mud on the leather boots, and walked out the door with a smile.

There was a Han man standing outside the door, who was over thirty years old, holding a little cake in his hand.

"Eat one." The Han brother handed over a cloth bag.

Rubea said in surprise: "Brother Fang, where did you get such good food?"

Brother Fang smiled and said, "It was our little official who asked Mrs. Feng to send someone to deliver it to us. Have you never eaten it when you were in Hami?"

"I've eaten, I've eaten, hehe." Rubea smiled, swallowed a mouthful, opened the bag and pinched a corner carefully, put it in his mouth and pursed it for a long time. He smiled and said, "The little official is really a great charity. I went to Hami to sell salt, but I didn't eat anything along the way. When it arrived, it was the little tiger brother who brought it delicious. It was this delicious. He also gave a large pot of hot soup and meat."

Brother Fang patted Rubea's shoulder in admiration and said, "No one thought you were the first person to dare to go to Hami."

Rubea narrowed his eyes and smiled, and he didn't expect that he was the first one.

"Eat, eat more. When my husband's family just got off work, the caravan from Hami brought Mrs. Feng's wish, saying that if there are babies at home, the whole family will take some, and teach our Beiting military and civilians to make this kind of cake by themselves." Brother Fang said, "By the way, has Qiqige rented his house to others? You are going to get married, right?!"

Rubea smiled into two moons and happily invited: "The little official said that Beiting cannot have slaves or masters. Qiqige was originally the city lord to be a slave, but now she is free and still has a house. She said, "I heard from Jirigele that the little official wants to be the general of our Beiting. She wants to get married when the little official becomes a general. Hehe, I don't know if I can come then. I have saved a lot of money and can buy a lot of wine."

Brother Fang smiled and said, "Oh, that's the trouble, the little officials never eat alcohol."

The two of them talked and laughed to the south of the city. The originally dilapidated city wall has been reinforced for a while, but outside it has been extending the city wall ten miles away. A mud wall is being built, three meters wide and two meters high, surrounding the land that can be cultivated. Continuous houses have begun to be built between the farmlands, and tens of thousands of people are busy.

"Brother." An officer squatting at the gate of the city stood up and waved.

Rubea was even happier and said with a cheerful spirit: "Han Que, have you gotten off work?"

The husband of his eldest sister Jirigele is Han Que, a guy who treats her very well.

Han Que praised with a smile: "We will rest for a long time and continue digging a drainage ditch. We will go to the outer city to repair the Kanerjing from tomorrow. My brother is dressed so beautiful today. Qiqige will definitely like it when he sees it."

"Yes?!" The guy turned around and patted his robe and said, "She was the one who picked me up and bought it, and he didn't let me pay. When will your army go out?"

"If you don't go, don't go. The war is over. The Oirats will not come. The Chagatais will not dare to come. We will build a good life." Han Que patted his butt and said, "It just so happened that my father asked me to bring you some money, you can take it."

He took out twenty taels of silver from his chest, stuffed it into Rubea's sleeve without saying a word, and said with a smile: "We have paid all the money, and we have left half of the money at home. She is very happy to make clothes for Jirigele. Grandpa asks Dad to hand it over to you, Dad helps the adults learn farming, I'll wait for you here."

What?

Learn, farming?

"That's not." Han Que pointed to the distance and said with a smile, "The lord just came back, and he said he was idle and he wanted to make some money. Look, the army is helping to open up the land."

Under the city wall that had been built halfway, Wei Yang was carrying a hoe to clear the land bit by bit. A large group of people were busy watching him open up the land and farm.

This is simply the first time. Does the little official who killed the enemy and begged for mercy still have to farm?

Rubea hurriedly ran up and stood on the ridge of the field to see. He saw a wooden board standing on the ridge of the field with a line of words written on it: "Weiyang, one acre and two cents of the cultivated land."

Really farmed!

Wei Yang chatted with a family who was farming next to his land with joy waving farm tools. The family was a lot of people and was willing to farm. After getting five acres of dry land, they came to the field to loosen their muscles and bones when they were idle all day long. In addition, outside the city, they also divided twelve acres of land, most of which were raw land.

"It rained a little this spring, and it is probably a bit of a loss to plant wheat in the wasteland that has been blooming. The adults have to accumulate manure, which can almost guarantee that our Beiting people will have enough food and supply the army for two or three years." The old man asked indirectly, "Why did the wasteland that the army has reclaimed so far?"

Of course, it is to avoid over-cultivation.

Wei Yang said: "This land is the same as people. We ask that the land needs more and the land cannot bear it, so we will not give it to food. The land needs to be planted, trees need to be planted, and grass needs to be planted. The wasteland cultivated by the army is for the army to eat. In the past few years, we have to live a hard life. If the army does not eat enough on its own, where can the farmers get the energy to supply them?"

The old man sighed, "I just didn't expect that we would have our own day."

Then he said dissatisfiedly: "It's just that we can't pass it on - can't we just exchange it for more public grains?"

Wei Yang thought for a while and asked him: "Your family has more than ten acres of land, you have three sons, your son has six sons. When your grandson grows up, how much land can they get one by one? I have both an army and some money. If I don't have rules and regulations, who dares not sell it if I want to buy land?! If this continues, the land will be more and more concentrated in the hands of wealthy and powerful people. How can the poor live after three generations?"

The old man said repeatedly: "That's the truth, that's the truth."

Wei Yang said: "What to do in the future? That is the future. The economic foundation is not solid. Now I think so far away. It will starve the people of Beiting to death. When every household has some food storage, we will think of ways to adjust the distribution system. We can only be better than today, not as bad as today. We must 'everyone has food to eat and new clothes every year'. After meeting this standard, we will discuss what to do in the future."

He squatted down and crushed the soil and rubbed it carefully, packed up the weeds and prepared to ferment.

After finishing his work, people who lived in his own fields slowly gathered around him.

When the little official rode a war horse, he was a young general who was so powerful that he was so amiable when he took off his battle robe and farmed with us.

Everyone is willing to talk to him.

Rubea also came over.

Wei Yang recognized him and was about to speak with a smile. Several riders came from Hami. He looked up and saw a man. He was the hundred generals in the team of masters around the old prince.

The hundred people jumped off the horse from afar, took out a letter and waved it.
Chapter completed!