Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 340

September is the busy season for farming.

The big holidays for officials in the Tang Dynasty were field leave in May and clothing leave in September, [-] days each.

The reason is that wheat is harvested in May, millet and other grains are harvested in September, and officials can go home to help if they can.

The shifts of officials in the court meeting are sparse, and it seems that many people have retired.

Not every court official has Yongye Tian in Chang'an, but there is always a job field, right?
Even if you can't help the family, it's a good thing to go back and have a look, right?

Of course, Sinong Temple basically cannot take these two vacations, at most it will be transferred later.

Especially the director of Jingyuan and the supervisors of the villages who are in charge of food production, what's the matter?

Let the wheat and millet rot in the ground?
Therefore, Fan Zheng had to cheer up and issued death orders to all the supervisors and departments. He must go all out to ensure that the food was dry and handed over to the Taicang Department in time.

Director Jingyuan's specific affairs, except those that must be decided by himself, are mostly left to Deputy Supervisor Ming Tan.

The east prison has no food, and the other three prisons have rich experience. Ming Tan only needs to guide Tang Yidian, who is unfamiliar with the job.

God is still a blessing, even if there is a drizzle, it will fall at night, and it will not affect the drying of the grain, which is considerate.

"Shangguan, the prison in the north of Jingyuan and the Shanglin Department are fighting again!"

Ming Tan chased him outside the Xuanwu Gate without stopping, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Is Kufeng and Fudou incompatible?"

Fan Zheng was also annoyed.

Why do you say that this area is all the land of Sinong Temple, internal conflicts are internally digested, what can't be noisy at another time, and you have to catch up with the busy farming season?

The location had to be to the north, near the ruins of Chang'an City in the Han Dynasty, Fan Zheng could only let someone inform Sun Jiu, bring the poor horse, and call Lei Qi and Lei Jiu to his side.

Because Fan Zheng is not what it used to be, and the defense around him, even if he is still a sensitive miscellaneous household, is allowed to use a horizontal knife.

Thirty miles away, Fan Zheng arrived in half an hour.

Although there are not thirty traffic lights, Ma Suo is like this, don't force it, this nasty horse is not even as fast as Lei Jiukuai.

The extremely fast Wusun Tianma, Qinghai Cong, Chokoma, Turkic horse and other small horses with both load and speed are not unaffordable for Fan Zheng, but they are equivalent to the secret investment of pearls, okay?
He doesn't go to the battlefield, and he doesn't race horses, so why do he want fine horses?

I heard that Qinghai Cong is the best in Chokomali. He is not picky about his food, but he has strict requirements on water sources, and he will not drink unless it is a clear spring.

If so, Fan Zheng could only refuse, since he didn't even have that kind of treatment.

Fan Zheng's requirements for the mount are similar to those for the tractors of the later generations, and it requires a durable build, which is enough.

Donkeys have never disliked them, so would they dislike naive horses?

Fan Zheng was not surprised that Lei Qi and Lei Jiu could keep up with the ragged horse, but seeing Sun Jiu, who was about to collapse in the wind, was also able to keep up without haste, it was thought-provoking.

Fan Zheng can be sure that with the speed of the nanny, he would have to stick out his tongue to keep up with five miles.

In 60 years, it is enough for a once beautiful capital to become ruins, but those old trees, with canopy like clouds, lack deliberate pruning, and the branches are more and more charming.

Since Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty moved away from this place, the former square area has gradually become farms, farmland, and even began to be abandoned. Some fruit trees have gradually filled the gaps, but the ownership has gradually become blurred.

It is true that the old city and its surrounding areas are under the jurisdiction of Sinong Temple, but both the Shanglin Administration and the Beijing North Prison can have a foot in it, and no one will accept the other.

It would be fine if it was the previous years, everyone just muddled along and loved to fight.

However, Fan Zheng used his own official to testify against Sinong Shaoqing. Anyone could see that sooner or later Fan Zheng would have to delete the first few words and officially secure the position of Sinong Shaoqing.

The position of director of Jingyuan will be vacated sooner or later!
What, deputy supervisor Ming Tan?

What the hell, everyone is ranked from the sixth rank to the lower rank, and their qualifications have their own merits, so why can you expect to fill the position?
You are close to Shaoqing, we are not people without history!
performance?

That guy Ming Tan can earn money from the east side of Jingyuan, which is not a shit, can we still be worse?

Fu Dou thought about it, isn't there a lot of territory in Han Chang'an city?

耕！
After this year's hard work, next year's bumper harvest, won't the performance come?
But because of neglect in the early years, most of the areas of the old city grow grass and trees.

The enemy retreats and advances, and Ku Feng of the Shanglin Department took advantage of the opportunity to include the Han Chang'an City into the department.
In the open space in front of Weiyang Palace, the gaps between the stone slabs are full of vigorous weeds, even the cool autumn wind cannot make them shrink.

On the stone slab, Ku Feng and Fu Dou, who were dressed not much differently from those of the villager, glared at them, attacking with a horizontal knife in their hands, although they were not as good as Yi Wei and Fu Bing, at least they looked good.

Of course, the bottom line is still necessary. The two horizontal knives are pounding, but they are not out of the sheath at all, just like a woman and a man carrying a kitchen knife to slash at each other.

There were a few staff members on each side, and they talked with each other regardless of the existence of the camp. The supervisor in the north of Jingyuan even asked the supervisor of the Shanglin Department for a basket of fruits.

"This old man cut your neck, you are already dead!"

"It's nonsense! The old man cut open your belly with a knife, and your intestines flowed out!"

It's no wonder that deputy supervisor Ming Tan was so nervous that he even used a knife!

But who knew there was another way to play with a knife?
"Fudou, you bitch, sneak attacking my ass?"

"Ku Feng, you don't talk about martial arts, but you dig your crotch? Fortunately, the old man is on guard!"

Different from later generations, sluts in the Tang Dynasty referred to slaves and maidservants, regardless of gender.

Fan Zheng who hastily arrived stroked his forehead, the atmosphere of the Zhenguan Dynasty became more and more strange, it was all Cheng Yaojin's fault!

Lei Qi and Lei Jiu never take the initiative to provide advice, and Sun Jiu is also a person with a bad stomach, so let's watch the fun together.

Well, you can also be sure that Fan Zheng is not a good person.

Fan Zheng could also argue that he was infected by Cheng Yaojin.

That's right, in Zhenguannian, Cheng Yaojin can throw the blame on anyone who is happy.

After a good fight with knives, it ended in a draw by picking each other's nostrils, which is really unexpected.

The two poohed each other a few times, and scratched the ground in disgust, Ku Feng gave up a short distance.

"If you want to go to the Forestry Department to give up everything, go back and practice, don't lie on the concubine all day! Your body is weak!" Ku Feng raised his head arrogantly.

"Hmph, it's true that I regained the lost ground! The defeated dog whines!" On Fu Dou's old face, the pride of a general returning to court after victory appeared.

Tsk, unexpectedly, the spirit of Q has been carried forward in Datang.

Fan Zheng clapped his hands and applauded: "I didn't expect you two to be so skilled! Oh, Sinong Temple should be proud of you two!"

Fu Dou showed a rare shyness: "Shangguan don't make fun of it, we have been enemies for many years, and we are used to fighting."

Ku Feng chuckled and said: "Shaoqing don't care, the official and this old man have been fighting since childhood."

I understand, I'm expressing my feelings.

If it wasn't for the inappropriate gender, the two of you wouldn't be able to get married in situ?
　Happy Labor day!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)