Chapter 936

Mid-September, Liangzhou, Hanyang Commandery, Jixian.

The autumn sun shone on the countryside outside the city.

The half-ripe wheat fields rolled like waves, and green pines and cypresses stood tall in the vast fertile fields.

On the main road from Wangtan County to Jixian, the Jizhou refugees, who were endless, walked on foot from thousands of miles away at Xiaquyang towards Jixian.

Although there was food to eat along the way.

The refugees who had walked thousands of miles were still stumbling.

There were old and young in the ranks, and without exception, they were all in rags.

In the fields, the people of Jixian, who were preparing for the autumn harvest, stood on both sides of the main road, curiously watching the refugees who had a hint of confusion and expectation for the future in their eyes.

And the refugees also looked at the strange environment around them with timidity.

Only the crops about to mature in the fields were a scene that the refugees were extremely familiar with, yet longed for.

Jizhou was once known as the granary of the world.

The grain produced in the vast plains was the best in the world.

But in recent years, natural disasters have been constant, and plagues have been rampant.

Coupled with the court's heavy taxes and levies, and the land annexation by powerful scholar-clans, the former Jizhou has long been riddled with holes.

The people were forced to sell their land cheaply and then sell themselves as slaves, or become tenant farmers for powerful scholar-clans to make a living.

The fields once full of rice had long become a scene in memory.

An old man of about sixty years old stood excitedly on the side of the road when he saw the grain growing vigorously in the fields.

Liangzhou.

In the memory of people in the world, it is synonymous with bitter cold, hunger, and desolation.

And when all the refugees learned that they were going to Liangzhou, they only had one thought.

That is, they must have been exiled.

After all, in such a place, if they were not exiled, who would be willing to migrate here voluntarily?

But since entering Hanyang Commandery.

Looking at the farmland along the way, the busy people, and the cattle and sheep that were rare even for the people of Jizhou appearing here as a matter of course, on the main road.

The idea of Liangzhou being bitter, cold, hungry, and desolate in their memory was broken.

"Does this elder want to drink some water?"

A middle-aged man standing in the field looked at the old man who was standing still and suddenly asked.

And enthusiastically picked up a pottery jar from the ground beside him and poured a bowl of water from it.

The old man took the water bowl with trembling hands and looked at the boundless fields and asked: "Young man, may I ask how the harvest is in the fields this year?"

When mentioning the two words "harvest," the middle-aged man with dark skin, who looked like he had been facing the yellow earth and backing the sky in the fields for years, grinned.

"The harvest in the fields this year is probably several times more than in previous years."

"Ah?"

The old man widened his eyes in surprise: "So much?"

"Isn't it said that Liangzhou is a land of bitter cold, and the harvest of crops and grain is very small?" the old man asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "What the elder said was in the past."

"Since the Governor took office in Liangzhou, Liangzhou has had favorable weather all year round, raining when it should rain, and sunny when it should be sunny."

"And the Governor has allocated cattle to every township for us to rent."

"With cattle and carts, we have opened up more wasteland."

"I said several times the harvest is already considered small," the middle-aged man's face was full of smiles.

How much grain can grow in the fields, such things cannot be faked.

If it weren't for favorable weather, how could the crops grow so well?

And these endless fields even gave the old man the illusion of returning to a bumper year in Jizhou.

What surprised the old man even more was the cattle and carts.

They were actually provided by the government.

This is simply unheard of.

"This land... is it all your own?" the old man asked the question he cared about most.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "It is not."

"Ah?" the old man said in surprise: "It is not? Could it be that you are tenant farmers for local powerful clans?"

"That is not it either," the middle-aged man replied with a smile: "Hanyang Commandery, Longxi Commandery, and Jincheng Commandery, all the land is now shared."

"We call it a production team here."

"A pavilion is a small team, a township is a large team, and the grain harvested from the land does not belong to any individual, but to the collective."

"The grain obtained from farming will be uniformly collected to the small team and the large team, and then distributed equally according to the labor force contributed by each family and the labor points obtained."

"The more you work, the more you get."

"And after having points, you can also exchange them for cattle, horses, cattle, and sheep to raise."

"Besides this, points can also be exchanged for grain, cloth, private salt, and all living supplies."

"Production team?"

The old man was very confused listening to the novel terms from the middle-aged man's mouth.

Not scholar-clans, not powerful clans, but production teams.

Land sharing.

Working to exchange for points, and being able to exchange for cattle, horses, and grain...

This...

Is this true?

If so, as long as you can work, you won't go hungry.

Although the middle-aged man's voice was not loud, many refugees around had already heard it.

The refugees who heard these words from the middle-aged man began to discuss among themselves.

And this news also spread rapidly among the million refugees.

Jixian, Duan Yu's residence.

Duan Yu's speed in returning to Jizhou was one day earlier than the million refugees.