The implementation of these measures was left to the lower-ranking officials; Zhao Yan only needed to oversee the general direction. Over the years, he had gradually cultivated many high-quality crop varieties and experimented with numerous methods of composting. Fortunately, his family owned many farms, allowing him enough space to tinker to his heart’s content. In the realm of agriculture, he could now rightfully call himself a semi-expert.
There were occasional disturbances at the frontier. There were always some stubborn barbarian tribes who refused to give up, hoping to make a comeback. Although their small-scale skirmishes rarely sparked any major conflict, the local people still lived in constant fear. Years ago, because of the barbarian raids, looting, and burning, they had seen their own kin fall right before their eyes—a trauma they would never be able to forget. Consequently, they felt both a deep hatred and a profound dread toward the barbarians.
Having not fought a battle for several years, the soldiers were all itching for action. Although conditions at the border were harsh and life was difficult, it was only there that they truly felt their worth. The Capital was certainly wonderful, dazzling and prosperous, but no matter how long they stayed, they still felt like they did not belong.
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