Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The people around were surprised:

"That sounds amazing..."

Another soldier replied, "Of course! That kind of food was taken with the army to Jingcheng. No one in Jingcheng starved to death last year!"

Don't starve to death... Our ancestors have always wished for a life without hunger, a place to farm, and a place to shelter from the wind and rain...

"We Bazhou people are no worse than others! Let's all work hard and plant all these new and old fields this year!"

After this was said, many people spat into their palms and continued to work on the soil. "The government office posted that the seeds are ready!"

We have seeds, fields, and dams, so what can we be afraid of this year?

For a moment, everyone was swinging their stone hoes so hard that smoke came out.

That night, Wangshu asked people what they were going to do with the ironware. She had spent almost all her family's wealth, using the excuse of forging weapons to buy these swords and ironware and brought them all the way here...

"Bazhou's swords are unsheathed, and the people are brave, but it's too close to Sichuan and Yongzhou..." This is Han Batian's hometown. He had previously recruited Han Batian by paying a large sum of money to ask for directions, and at the same time promised to build river dams along the entire Jingzhou line with sincerity, which paved the way.

Wangshu was no stranger to Han Batian. The Ba people valued strength and loyalty, and Han Batian killed the rich and helped the poor... Hehe, it was she who came up with the idea of ​​capturing the leader first. She touched the pottery jar containing hot water; the glaze was not applied well, with rough protrusions.

"...It depends on who holds the hilt."

Who will the sharp knife stab again?

The next day, Qin Xiuyuan announced to all the blacksmiths in the city that they should use all the iron tools they had purchased with their wealth to make iron hoes, shovels and sickles, and distribute them among households so that they could exchange them for use.

This is followed by a series of details such as harvest agreements.

The carpenters worked day and night to make wooden handles for hoes, shovels, and sickles, while the blacksmiths hammered non-stop.

Qin Xiuyuan took Wangshu to try out a few newly made sickles. They hooked the sickles on the branches of the tree and pulled them. The sickles slipped a little. Wangshu squatted down and cut the growing weeds. The sickles were sharp, but a little uncomfortable to use.

"Master, this is a bit strenuous. Try to make the handle and sickle roughly this arc at this angle."

She used her sickle to draw an arc of about 115 degrees on the ground, causing the sweaty, shirtless blacksmith to burst into laughter. "Madam, you don't know, this is completely different from using stone. It takes almost no effort!"

"The tool should be smooth. It's not about using less effort."

"Change." Qin Xiuyuan took it and handed it over, just one word.

Wangshu waved his hoe and shovel again. After all, these were all actions he remembered from his past life. Back then, at the beginning of spring, he would follow his grandparents to hoe the fields. He was small, and the huge hoe would rise high, and then fall back over his head...

Everyone couldn't hold back their laughter.

A young noblewoman who looked like she had no idea how to do farm work, she almost fell over even when swinging a hoe...

Qin Xiuyuan held the hoe handle that was falling backwards with one hand, supported the person with the other hand, and whispered, "It's too high." He then instructed the person step by step and swung it in the air twice.

We also asked experienced farmers to come and try out the tools one by one, and to be the first to rush to make shovels and spades.

When the first batch of iron farm tools were distributed, a large number of people gathered in the fields. Qin Xiuyuan personally distributed them one by one according to the list, and took Wangshu to be the first to swing the hoe.

The onlookers cheered!

Unexpectedly useful!

The cheers became louder and louder!

"Dear fellow villagers, the remaining ironware is being produced day and night and will be distributed to everyone gradually. I hope everyone will work hard and have a good harvest this year so that we can have enough food and clothing!"

When it comes to the harvest, many people become jealous.

"Okay, even if I don't eat or drink, I will dig up that piece of land in the back mountain!"

"General, just wait! In five months, you'll see the golden mountains of rice grown by us Bazhou people!"

...For a moment, the cows were blown up into the sky.

"General, if you turn iron tools into farm implements, what will become of the army?"

Qin Xiuyuan looked at the people beside him and smiled slightly. "My wife and I bought this batch of ironware with the money we saved from selling our property in Yongcheng. We originally wanted to upgrade the weapons for the brothers in the camp. My wife came to the fields a few days ago to see the hard work of the people. She said that you are both farmers and soldiers of Jingzhou. Bazhou was the first to surrender to me, and I cannot let you down. Soldiers in wartime and farmers in peacetime. Good farmers and good soldiers are inseparable!"

After some heart-to-heart talks, most of the people who received the farm tools burst into tears on the spot, and another group of people blew the praises to the sky.

"General, we will recognize whoever feeds us!"

"I will never forget your great kindness!"

"Madam doesn't know how to do farm work, but her heart is with the farmers!"

……

Wangshu returned to the government office with a smile on his face. Covering his ears, he felt the clamor was so deafening it seemed to be right next to him.

After unloading the ironware and reducing the baggage load, they continued their journey eastward, distributing seeds, carriages and even horses one after another. Someone memorized words at night in preparation for a speech during the day, and solved some difficult cases along the way. As for those who had committed many crimes and were too lazy to collect evidence, Tang Bo took his men to deal with them at night and make a quick decision.

When encountering some flat roads, Wangshu can control the horse and walk for a while under people's eyes. Qin Xiuyuan occasionally takes Ji Laoer and Wanting's son for a horse ride, and never takes off his armor. The two children look forward to leaning on the general and galloping on horseback every day.

Wangshu was annoyed by the bumps, and seldom got close to him since he started wearing armor. Being handsome was one thing, but being cold and hard was another. No matter how handsome he was, he couldn't get close to him. He could only admire him from afar and not touch him.

The closer they got to Jingcheng, the more sleep became difficult for Wangshu. He began gazing at the stars and the moon more often at night. Sometimes, when Qin Xiuyuan was out on business, Wanting, also restless, would volunteer to accompany her.

There was no need for the cousins ​​to talk much. When they were camping, they sat next to the fire; when they were staying in the inn, they sat in the courtyard. They sat facing each other, one in a daze, the other in a trance.

"Gou Bie hasn't seen his father many times since he was old enough to know what's going on. This time, the father and son can finally get along well."

Wangshu always laughed when he heard her call her son a "dog bastard" and said, "Can't you change this dirty name..."

"No." Wanting was firm. "The master said that before the age of ten, only the name Goubie can stand."

Wangshu turned sideways to suppress a laugh. Here, there were many little kids called Huzi and Ergou. The meaner the name, the easier it was to raise them. There were nicknames like Gousheng, Goupi, and Niudu. Calling them Goubie wasn't unusual either.

Goubie... well, he was indeed strong, and he and Ji Laoer played and fought all day long. When they first started out, people would cry and ask adults to come and judge the situation.

Wangshu asked the two to compete on the spot, and whoever won would be right. Xiaogoubie and Ji Laoer were not much different in age, and Ji Laoer was stronger, but she was soft-hearted. The two of them punched each other, pushed each other, and fought fiercely in front of people.

After being angry for two days, they reconciled. Now, almost a month has passed, and although they still fight, they never ask their parents for help.

After all, if you go to the parents' house, you can't fight for more than 25 minutes. The confused Wangshu can't tell who is right and who is wrong, so you have to start a new fight...

The kid is small, but not stupid. After two rounds of fighting, his face was bruised and swollen. What difference does it make if he wins? He was in so much pain at night.

There is no need to ask parents for advice.