Chapter 108: One Year Starts

A group of generals looked at each other quietly. They were not familiar with each other, and they seemed to have nothing in common.

Some had followed the lord for more than ten years, some had just surrendered this year, some started from humble beginnings, some were surrendered generals from the enemy army, and some had fathers that everyone knew.

Guan Ping felt the gazes of the people around him and remained unmoved.

"Are you all here? Then come in." It was Zhao Yun who spoke.

He held a thick document in his hand and a bucket of tea in his hand.

He opened the hall door and asked his personal soldiers to guard it. Zhao Yun opened the windows on all sides, and a huge sand table appeared in front of the generals.

Xiahou Lan, Gao Xiang, Chen Shi, and Fu Zhu looked bitter, remembering that they had been tortured by the damn Battle of Xiangfan.

Then they remembered: Ma Su, who was with them last time, was said to have gone to help the military advisor, so what about Shi Ren?

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "According to the order of the lord, you have to complete five deductions here in the next two months."

Distributing the information pages in his hand, the generals looked at the instructions on them curiously.

Fu Yu breathed a sigh of relief: Judging from the content in his hand, this deduction is much more reasonable than the last time.

The last time, 30,000 people defeated 70,000 people, and 30,000 people were captured. It was ridiculous!

Zhao Yun picked up a long stick and pointed on the sand table in turn:

"The Battle of Jingxiang, the attack and defense of Hanzhong, the Xiangshui River breaking Wu, the siege of Hefei, and the resistance of Yiling."

"In this deduction, you are all colleagues. You can deduce freely according to the situation described in your hand. If you think you can pass, you can be assessed by this general."

Zhao Yun smiled, but this smile looked ill-intentioned:

"For example, in the battle of Jingxiang, after deducing once, change sides and deduce twice to be qualified."

But what disappointed Zhao Yun was that the generals present did not get excited and challenge him directly.

The new generals who joined this year all wanted to see how the veterans would handle it, but generals like Guan Ping, Chen Shi, and Fu Zhuo were always cautious.

The provocation had no effect, and Zhao Yun said with little interest:

"This place is confidential, and the law does not tolerate mercy. Please do not talk about the things here outside, do not draw pictures of this place outside, and do not take the books in your hands out privately."

"Otherwise, you will be arrested in front of the lord and regret it too late."

The generals said in a solemn voice.

Seeing the generals in the hall looking at each other, Zhao Yun simply went out for a stroll to give these generals a space to communicate.

Until now, Gong'an County is not big. Although Lei Xu brought 50,000 people before, with the takeover of Jiangling City, and the garrisons in Linju, Dangyang, and Jingyang, and General Guan and Sun Gan's major renovation of Jiangling City, the people who want to make a living and the refugees from the four neighboring counties all choose to go to these new cities.

The people who still stayed in Gong'an County were no longer able to live the same life as before.

When the lord first came here, he followed the advice of the military advisor and ordered the soldiers to open up wasteland and give it to the people. The people were all grateful.

After being inspired by the light curtain, the military advisor led the farming, taught the breeding and selection of seeds, taught the curved plow to assist in farming, and taught the method of composting.

The hard work of the military advisor and Jiang Wan has made Gong'an County's grain production 35% more now. The promotion in the four counties of Jingzhou was slower, but the harvest statistics have increased by 15%.

The grain is sufficient but the tax is reduced, only 4 out of 10 taxes. Gong'an County is more grateful to Liu Jingzhou.

Liu Bei didn't think it was a big deal. After all, the four counties of Jingzhou previously paid 60 to 70 taxes, and the people were in poverty and could not pay the grain tax at all.

This year, the grain production has increased, and it is very easy to collect 4 out of 10 taxes. The people are happy and the treasury is full, which is good.

And there are low-cost water power workshops for subsequent grain processing. Every household can get extra money by having idle laborers in paper mills, iron workshops, or helping to build a new city.

Unlike the declining Gong'an County last year, cloth, paper, and iron societies are now open on the straight roads in the city, and there are three or four horsemen who slaughter dogs and pigs.

Even the gum-toothed dough sticks that are usually sold only during the New Year are now sold by peddlers.

In addition, there is a new thing called ink cake. The peddler who is selling it said that the price of one catty is only 40% of charcoal, but it burns longer than charcoal.

Zhao Yun certainly knows about this thing. In fact, all the newest things in Gong'an County will be tried out by his two hundred personal soldiers who are already equipped with cross-steps.

The previous coal powder was well received by the personal soldiers, and the same is true for this ink cake.

Seeing the people standing still and worried about being cheated, Zhao Yun squeezed over and slapped the money into the peddler's hand:

"There is a house with a Zhao character flag hanging in front of the door in the back street of the county government. Send thirty kilograms of money there."

"General Zhao!" "General Zilong!"

Most of the people knew Zhao Yun. He was handsome. When Zhuge Military Advisor came to help with farm work, he always accompanied him. He was approachable and worked hard.

Zhao Yun smiled and waved his hand and left. The people also understood what he meant. This ink cake was a reliable thing!

When Zhao Yun returned, the generals in the sand table hall really became familiar with each other. Both sides were not polite. On one side, the generals worked together, and on the other side, Zhao Yun was calm and composed.

An hour later, as Zhao Yun used the remaining soldiers to lure out the defenders of Jiangling, his cavalry and reinforcements went out together to cut off the retreat, and the city defense of Jiangling was completely broken.

Stretching lazily, Zhao Yun shook his head and warned: "When you have time, you should cross the river to Jiangling to see how the navy is training."

Ignoring the officers' whispers and discussions, Zhao Yun looked up at the sky which was already getting a little dark, and suddenly thought of the north.

At this time, Changshan Zhending should be covered with snow, right?

Before this, Zhao Yun didn't think much about his hometown, but after seeing the temples and memorial archways built for him by his hometown in the future, and the fact that Gan Gui, the new recruit of the lord, would rather die than go back to Ba County and Linjiang.

The idea of ​​returning to his hometown to have a look suddenly took root in Zhao Yun's heart.

I wonder when I can return?

It should be soon. Although the lord and the military advisor haven't said anything recently, the storage of supplies, the recruitment and training of soldiers, and the construction of a large navy have already made Zhao Yun smell a familiar smell.

Compared with last year, although the monarch and his ministers are busy, Liu Bei is much more relieved. At least he doesn't have to go to Sun Quan to complain.

At the banquet, Liu Bei was assisted by his two wives, Sun and Gan. Seeing Liu Feng, who had returned from Zhang Fei, greeted Mrs. Gan, who was getting better, in a proper manner.

Adou nestled in Mrs. Sun's arms without making a fuss, and Liu Bei felt a sense of satisfaction: the civil and military are in harmony, the harem is harmonious, the descendants follow the etiquette, and the Han Dynasty has hope.

The backlog of official duties on New Year's Day made everyone even busier, especially the two military advisors.

Kong Ming had to calculate and count the materials, and at the same time prepare a farming and composting plan that could be promoted to the four counties in the new year.

Pang Tong planned to refer to the harvest and grain tax of Gong'an last year to formulate the most reasonable tax policy for the four counties.

There were even people like Ma Liang, who was sent to Wuling to repair water conservancy and teach agriculture and sericulture, and he didn't return until the end of January.

Around the agreed time of the light curtain, everyone finally got a break.

Liu Bei was still hesitating, and Pang Tong was already looking forward to it:

Kong Ming, you are a talent to help the world, let me see it!

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