184 passed quickly.
The first Yellow Turban Rebellion had risen fiercely and fallen swiftly.
Ten months later, after the Guangzong Battle and the Quyang Battle, the Yellow Turbans were rapidly defeated.
Meanwhile, in the Taihang Mountain.
In a central valley, within a main mountain stronghold.
The place buzzed with voices.
Cups clinked in celebration.
For the mountains had welcomed a bountiful harvest.
The mountain fields were barren, yet they had somehow yielded 120 jin of grain per mu.
And only thirty percent had to be handed over.
There were no other harsh levies or miscellaneous taxes.
Each person had nearly ten mu of land to tend. After paying thirty percent, they still had 700 to 1,000 jin of grain left. Supplemented by wild vegetables and the like, it was enough to barely keep them fed and clothed.
Any more than that would have been beyond their ability to manage, because this was mountainous land, not plains.
Such a rich harvest was undoubtedly inseparable from the agricultural techniques taught by Wenren Sheng.
From farming tools to seed selection, fertilizer application, and irrigation, there was knowledge involved in every part of it.
The main problem was the lack of water in the mountains. Otherwise, raising yields to 300 or 400 jin would have been perfectly ordinary.
Mountainous terrain was easy to defend, but its potential had an upper limit.
Wenren Sheng was conducting this year's review in this stronghold.
He had entered the mountains in February, and now it was November—exactly ten months had passed.
It also happened to be when the Yellow Turbans were destroyed.
What was the purpose of this review?
First, to assess their accumulated gains.
Second, to determine their next strategic direction.
Third, to rally everyone's hearts after the Yellow Turbans' collapse and give them reassurance.
Some people