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  The family hadn\'t had time to get together properly, and they parted again after only a few days.

  It\'s freezing outside and the temperature is extremely low.

   Such bad weather is really difficult for everyone in the Tan Mansion. Don\'t make things difficult for them, people from the south, let alone yourself.

  People in the Tan Mansion who are afraid of the cold generally don\'t have particularly important things to do, and usually don\'t leave their rooms.

  Yang Lan\'er is also afraid of the cold. Although she also lived in the capital in her previous life, it is incomparable to the temperature difference in her previous life.

   There was a greenhouse effect in the previous life, and the annual minimum temperature cannot match the temperature here.

   This year is the first New Year in Pengcheng. On the second day of the new year, I accompanied Tan Anjun to a few familiar colleagues. After Tan Anjun returned to the barracks on the second day, Yang Lan\'er closed the door to live her own little life.

  Staying in a warm house with the children every day, just so she doesn\'t have to go out and suffer, she can\'t wait.

   In this way, I lived a life of eating, sleeping, and waking up for a few days.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, Yang Lan\'er put aside the children and pondered this year\'s plan alone in the study. Two-thirds of the nearly 2,000 mu of wasteland outside the city had been reclaimed, and the remaining third had not been reclaimed. It\'s a question of understaffing.

   Regarding this point, Yang Laner also talked with Tan Anjun in her spare time. Tan Anjun currently has no better way to solve this problem, mainly because of population.

  The population is extremely scarce in the northern border area. The population in Pengcheng is considered dense, but there are only a few thousand people living there, not more than 10,000.

  The population of the surrounding villages is quite large, but the specific number, Pengcheng\'s fish scale book is still using the book from more than 20 years ago, which means that there has been no census and re-registration in the past 20 years, so the population does not have a specific number.

Last year, when Yang Lan\'er and the others arrived in Pengcheng, they encroached on land and opened up wasteland. They recruited idle adult laborers near Pengcheng. They recruited nearly 600 people. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset until the first snowfall in the north. due.

  Indirectly, nearly 600 families have an additional income. Although the wages are not very high after working for a short time, at least the pressure on these families has been relieved. In this white disaster year, it has become an extra guarantee, so that they will not starve to death or freeze to death.

  Yang Lan\'er made a suggestion to Tan Anjun and his army camp, hoping that they would not kill the prisoners of war after they caught them, but would directly pull them to the rear as slaves and sell them, preferably in mines as coolies.

  The barbarians mainly eat meat all the year round, and their physique is big and thick, which is not for bragging. Being a coolie just makes the best use of what they have.

  The border is sparsely populated, and the vast land is covered with weeds and no one cultivates it. It cannot be reclaimed, and it is too wasteful to leave it alone.

   Quite tasteless!

  Yang Laner thought that instead of being barren, it would be better to use it to plant fruit trees.

  Besides the border, herdsmen raise flocks of cattle and sheep, and the wool is not fully utilized. This can be further processed.

  Pengcheng, a border city bordering the Western Regions and grasslands, may become the largest frontier trading town in the Northwest in a few years or a few years, and it is not impossible.

  Yang Lan\'er became more and more excited as she thought about it, she lowered her head and wrote vigorously.

   "knock knock"

  There was a knock on the door and Xiao Ruo\'s voice, "Ma\'am."

"Come in."

  Hearing Xiao Ruo\'s footsteps approaching, Yang Lan\'er asked without raising her head, "What\'s the matter?"

   "It\'s Aunt Yao\'s maid who came, say yes" Xiao Ruo shrank her neck, why did she feel that her neck was chilly.

   "What did you say?" Yang Lan\'er stopped writing, her eyebrows slightly frowned.

  (end of this chapter)