Wei and Jin Cooks

   "He was still in a hurry. He wanted to use Gou Xi to repel the East Sea King, but he forgot that without the East Sea King, there was another Gou Xi."

   Zhao Hanzhang's judgment not only comes from relevant historical records, but also from her understanding of Gou Xi.

   The last time Gou Chun assassinated her, the way Gou Xi handled it made her know that he was no longer the fair and strict Gou Xi he used to be.

  People can change, especially after gaining power.

  How many people in history lost themselves in the desire for power, not to mention how many of these heroes in the Wei and Jin Dynasties ended up indulging in extravagance and sensuality.

   Even Gou Xi and Liu Kun, whom she has always admired for Youjia, were not spared.

  While writing a letter to Fu Tinghan, Zhao Hanzhang secretly warned that she must not learn from them in the future, forgetting her original intention, she must come from the masses and go to the masses.

   Zhao Hanzhang finished the envelope, then picked out some of the information on the case and threw them into the brazier to burn, while others were put in a box and locked.

   After everything was done, she turned her neck and walked out of the tent. Someone was digging the foundation not far away.

   Zhao Hanzhang walked over, and the people in the pit saluted her and greeted her loudly, "Is the lord out for a walk again?"

   They have been working here for the past few days, and they are used to Zhao Hanzhang coming out for a walk from time to time. It is said that she has read too much official documents, so she came out to relax, and took the opportunity to rest her eyes.

   But they felt that this was just an excuse for Zhao Hanzhang. She mostly came out to visit them, but she was thin-skinned and hard to say clearly. Everyone was very considerate and didn't break her.

  Look, she squatted by the pit again and asked, "It's cold today, I'm afraid there will be frost at night, are your sleeping places ready?"

   "The straw hut has been built according to your instructions. Everyone squeezed together. It's hot at night. Not to mention frost, even if it snows, we are not afraid of it."

   "Yes, we are not afraid."

   "Count the days, we should have snow together, but why hasn't it snowed this year?"

"Although it hasn't snowed, the weather is still so cold. I fell asleep last night, and then I felt cold. I woke up from the cold. When I looked outside, the sky was still dark, and there was no light at all. I don't know. What time is it?"

   Zhao Hanzhang listened quietly and thought about it in her heart. She knew that this era happened to be in the Little Ice Age, and various natural disasters occurred frequently. Not only the Central Plains, but also the grasslands suffered heavy losses.

  There is also a reason for the large-scale attack of nomads in the Central Plains. When the cold wave came, most of the cattle and sheep on the grassland were killed and injured. In addition to the characteristics of the nomads, they went south to loot the Han people.

   Zhao Hanzhang sighed in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he smiled with them: "It's cold and prepare more thatch. Do you know where there is thatch? I'll go and cut it with you."

   She smiled and said: "Just in time, I also need to add some thatch to my tent."

   When everyone heard this, they were a little surprised, and some couldn't believe it, and they asked: "Does your lord also use thatch to keep you warm?"

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded with a smile, "The thatched bed is good."

   At this moment, everyone felt that Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Hanzhang had drawn in a lot, and they all laughed and said, "Yes, yes, thatched beds are very soft. If you are short of it, I will cut some for you later."

   Zhao Hanzhang did not express any objection. He looked at the foundation they dug and nodded with satisfaction, "It should be ready today."

   "Yes, the stakes can be driven tomorrow, even if the bricks haven't been put together for a while, but I'll have them after a while."

   Zhao Hanzhang pointed to this piece of land and asked, "If you can supply wood and stone, how long will it take you to build this piece of land?"

   A few people discussed, "At least fifty days?"

   "Don't take so long, how about so many of us?"

   "It's almost the same. We dug the foundation for two days, and the time can't be too short, and the bricks have to be fired, and the bricks have to be dried..."

   Zhao Hanzhang listened to their discussion, extracted the answer he wanted from it, and smiled: "If it can be completed within 50 days, everyone will not miss the spring ploughing."

   As soon as they heard about the spring ploughing, everyone pricked up their ears and asked, "Sir, Magistrate Chen said that you want to divide our land and seeds. Is this true?"

   In fact, there is no shortage of land. People are dying everywhere, so there is land everywhere. If you look at the fields that are covered with weeds, you will know that their owners are no longer here, and anyone can take them.

   But the land is there, but the difficulty is that there are no seeds.

   They can’t always farm out of thin air.

   Zhao Hanzhang smiled and nodded and said: "Yes, I will provide the grain seeds, what do you want to plant?"

   "Wheat, right? It's a pity that winter is over, but spring can also be planted, and spring wheat can be planted."

   "Yes, plant spring wheat, you will be lucky next year. If there is no war, you can still grow beans after harvesting spring wheat."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "Why don't you continue to grow winter wheat? I think we all grow more winter wheat here."

"It will naturally be planted at that time, but it will be another choice of land," an older middle-aged man said: "The soil is limited and the fat is low. After planting a season of wheat, you will have to rest for a season, and at most you will plant some beans. Raise the land, so that the land will not be barren.”

   Another young man said: "Anyway, there is a lot of land now, and this area is not suitable for planting wheat. If you change it, we can plant both spring wheat and winter wheat."

   "Rice can be grown in places with plenty of water. Sir, I am good at growing rice. You should give rice seeds, right?"

   Zhao Hanzhang affirmed: "Of course I have to give it, I also like to eat white rice."

   "White rice," everyone imagined and said in a trance, "I vaguely remember the taste of it, don't say it, it's really delicious."

   Zhao Hanzhang sighed and said, "Unfortunately, my ability is limited, so I can only give you multi-grain steamed buns and coarse-grain porridge."

   Everyone hurriedly said: "The envoy is already very good, there are not many officials like the envoy in this world."

   "Not many, I haven't seen it."

   Zhao Hanzhang liked to hear them praise her, he smiled when he heard the words, and at the same time he repeatedly warned himself that he could not do wrong in the future just to listen to these kind words.

   Sure enough, people are all inferior.

  The emperor also liked to be praised by others. He heard from Fu Zhi that Zhao Hanzhang admired him very much. Not only did she rescue Fu Zhi's army of 20,000, but she also insisted that Fu Zhi lead his troops back to Luoyang to protect him.

   So he agreed after a little hesitation about Fu Zhi's proposal to formally seal Zhao Hanzhang as the prefect of Yuzhou.

   However, this official document was still detained. Although the King of the East Sea was not in the capital, his people were there.

   Now that Zhao Hanzhang and Donghai King are in full swing, his people will naturally not let this imperial edict flow out.

   After the emperor and Fu Zhen finally used the 20,000 troops in their hands to barely stabilize the capital, and after replacing many officials, the King of the East Sea returned to court.

   Even Fu Zheng couldn't help but sigh, "God is not on the emperor's side."

  When the King of the East Sea comes back in a few days at night, they can arrange to cut off his rear.