Lonely non-good minister

"Your Majesty, keep this in mind." The magistrate of Wuwei County clutched the roster: "In addition, my magistrate and the county magistrates are confused about something, and we have to ask the governor to make a decision."

Song Yuan looked at him and said, "Tell me."

"According to the habit of previous years, every winter, the people would sow some alfalfa seeds in the fields. Although the harvest was not much, it was enough to feed cattle and sheep before the forage grew. Take advantage of the winter to improve the soil fertility and prepare for next year’s farming, otherwise the soil will be barren and it will be unfavorable for the next year’s farming, but in this way, if there is no pasture planting in this winter, the feeding of cattle and sheep will be a problem after spring.”

This is really a problem.

"Didn't the people prepare enough fodder for the autumn harvest?" Song Yuan's hands were very cold and he was busy holding his sleeves.

Wuwei Juncheng shook his head: "Due to the drought, the vegetation is not lush. In order to keep the cattle and sheep full, they have to constantly change new grazing places. Therefore, the forage preparations are not sufficient. We rely on the waste from the autumn harvest crops. It can last for a while, so alfalfa needs to be planted every year.”

"Hiss~" Song Yuan was stumped. She actually forgot that cattle and sheep also need to eat. If she had known earlier, she should have told the merchants not to rush to crush the grain when they arrived. This way, at least they could still get food. Some dregs are fed to cattle and sheep.

"Then what do you think after discussing it among yourself?"

"Support and disapproval are equally divided. Of course, some people also suggest that livestock manure should be buried before planting alfalfa, and then the manure accumulated throughout the winter will be buried in the soil again after the alfalfa is harvested. Whether there is time to improve, no one can guarantee."

Song Yuan was silent. It had to be said that although the person who proposed this idea was suspected of being a compromise, it was at least a solution. However, they were still so wavering because they undoubtedly did not want to take risks.

But what are the risks?Is it possible that we are still worried that next year’s harvest will be poor and the soil fertility is not enough?

"Some things are really difficult to guarantee." Song Yuan didn't give an accurate answer. She had to decide whether to make jokes or make a pile of fertilizer. Does she need to chew it and feed it to their mouths when eating?

Wuwei Commandery remained silent. After following her for a while, it was time for dinner at the construction site. Wuwei Commandery hurriedly took Song Yuan into a small tent to take shelter from the wind. He also brought out the meals he had prepared separately. It's exquisite, but it also has a combination of meat and vegetables. The staple food is a bowl of noodles made of wheat flour.

Song Yuan glanced at Wei Yan's food. Although there were steamed buns, they were made of millet noodles. The taste of millet noodles was not as good as wheat, and it was a little rough. The soup noodles and steamed buns that the people of Wei used to eat were mostly made of millet. , Wheat is expensive, and only the families of high-ranking officials will prepare it.

While they were eating, there was a commotion outside, and a government servant rushed in with a pale face: "Sir, something happened. Yesterday evening, the work section near the border was attacked by Huns' cavalry."

Wuwei County Magistrate quickly stood up: "Does the County Sheriff know?"

Only after informing the county guard can the report be reported to the army. Since the person who had the accident was a civilian and the accident occurred in a work section, it was right to report it to the county magistrate first.

"I've already sent someone to report to the county governor."

Wuwei Jun Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "How is the situation of the injured? How many Hun cavalry are there? Can they be evacuated?"

"One dead and eight injured, the wounded are still being treated. There are about 30 Huns. They took advantage of the cover of night to launch a surprise attack. There was chaos afterwards and their whereabouts were unknown." Song Yuan finished the noodles, wiped his mouth and stood up: "Go and see."

The 30 or [-] people were no longer considered casual Huns, they were just a small detachment. With so many people approaching the construction section near the border, it was a dereliction of duty on the part of the garrison to say Potian.

They hurried over, and it was already dusk when they arrived. The peasants had already had dinner and were holding torches to speed up the progress of the project. Before they had time to clean up the smashed pottery pipes on the ground, about a dozen pottery pipes were broken, and several were broken. The pile of ashes was still there. It was the firewood for making pottery, but it was also burned by the fire.

As soon as Song Yuan and the others approached, the county magistrate hurried over with his people: "See Mr. Governor, Mr. Juncheng."

"What are the casualties?" Song Yuan strode forward.

The county magistrate hurriedly said: "Three of them died, and the rest managed to save one life, but they couldn't continue the construction. They will be sent home when their injuries are almost recovered."

"The matter of pensions should not be taken lightly." Song Yuan stood on a mound and looked around carefully. The mountains here are undulating, and when it gets dark, the surrounding area is completely dark. The howling cold wind covers all the sounds, which is really suitable for setting up an ambush .

Just as she thought about it, a feathered arrow hit the pole next to her, but the arrow technique was too poor, otherwise she would be hurt. Wei Yan immediately pushed the magistrate away to protect her behind, and the other guards quickly Rushing into the darkness in the distance, the yamen servant's reaction was half a step slower, and he immediately raised the torch and rushed in.

The county magistrate and county magistrate were terrified, and hurriedly dragged Song Yuan to find a place to hide. As soon as they left, a few feather arrows landed on the spot where they had just stopped, and the civilian husbands also panicked, each looking for cover.

There were sounds of fighting in the darkness, and several torches were thrown on the piles of firewood. The fire suddenly rose up and illuminated the surroundings. They saw more than twenty Huns on horseback fighting in close combat with the guards.

Guarding them back to a safe place, Wei Yan observed for a while and said: "Yesterday's surprise attack was just a cover, it was deliberately luring His Highness to come, there must be more than these 30 to [-] people tonight, His Highness should leave here as soon as possible. "

"What the guard said is right, it would be better for Your Highness to leave as soon as possible." The county magistrate and the county magistrate also advised him.

Song Yuan glanced at them, but before he could make a decision, there was a burst of shouting behind him, a few people quickly moved away, and chopped down with a machete, it was the Huns who circled behind, and they touched them from behind.

Before the panicked Jun Cheng could stand still, he saw a bloody sword stabbed in front of his eyes. The fierce Xiongnu was pierced through the neck with the sword and died on the spot.

Song Yuan kicked the man away, picked up the torch next to him and threw it on the piled firewood to ignite the fire, illuminating the surroundings brighter, and in sight, there were dozens of Xiongnu who were smearing and approaching.

There was a huge disparity in fighting power between the two sides. Song Yuan immediately rushed to the mound and shouted: "Take the weapons in your hands that can kill people. If you kill a Xiongnu, you will be rewarded with ten catties of grain."

After she finished speaking, she turned back and slashed the neck of the Xiongnu who was rushing towards her. Blood spattered and firelight danced on her face. If the chief officer was not timid, what should others be afraid of?
Ten kilograms of grain was tempting to all the people. Looking at those ferocious Huns, they were no longer afraid.

In an instant, the entire work section was drowned out by the sound of chaotic rushing, hoes, shovels, and even gavels became weapons, and peasants joined in. Their combat power could not be compared with that of the Huns. Song Yuan did not dare to place high hopes on it, but It is better to resist than to surrender.