"Fellow folks, please listen carefully. Our surname is Wei. From now on, you can call me Eunuch Wei, or you can call me Lao Wei."

At this time, Honghe Village has completely changed its owner. Wei Zhongxian, who was appointed by Zhu Youdong, is now standing on a stone at the village dam of Honghe Village, shouting at the villagers who have gathered.

"Our family is here to serve the young master, who is the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty. Do you all know who the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty is? More than four years ago, in the sky above Beijing City, white cranes circled the beams and blue dragons appeared. You are the ones.

I’ve never seen it, but I’ve heard it said before. So, from now on, if you farm, do errands, and serve as errands for your grandson, that’s the virtue you’ve accumulated over eight lifetimes!”

When Lao Wei said this, the people below couldn't help but whisper: At least in this era, the people of China still have a lot of respect for God. The vision above Beijing back then was about a distance from here

Honghe Village, which is not too far away, can actually be vaguely seen. Even if it is not seen, this kind of fairy-like means is also the most popular among the people. Therefore, when Lao Wei said this, many people because of the change just now

After arriving at Zhuangtou, the common people who were still a little anxious suddenly felt more at ease.

"According to the order of the great grandson, our family is now the head of the Honghe Village. The great grandson has already told our family that all of your rent this year will be free of charge!"

"ah?!!"

"Long live!"

"Stop talking, how can your grandson be called Long Live?"

"Oh! My great-grandson is truly a benevolent king!"

"Of course, otherwise how could he be the reincarnation of Canglong? Grandson Xin is the best!"

"My great grandson, Daren, is a great virtue. I can't thank you enough."

"Yes, a good man like my grandson must live a long life."

"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet." After asking hundreds of villagers to pray kindly to their master, Wei Zhongxian repeatedly spread his hands, and with the help of the surrounding guards, he finally made these hundreds of villagers pray.

The people became quiet.

"Everyone, the rent is waived this year. But this Honghe Villa has changed its owner, so the rules must also be changed."

The entire Honghe Village, after the Li family was severely scolded by the Queen Mother and stopped coming to pester, the entire 2,300 acres of land fell firmly into Zhu Youdong's hands.

After preliminary statistics, Wei Zhongxian reported to Zhu Youdong that of the two thousand three hundred acres of land, more than 800 acres were fields along the river or very close to the water source, and all of them had been developed into wheat fields.

The remaining 1,500 acres have average output of about 700 acres. Some are used as wheat fields, and some are planted with mulberry trees and other cash crops. There are also more than 300 acres where the soil layer is not very thick, or the topography is

In the nooks and crannies, sorghum, millet and other miscellaneous grain crops and various vegetables are grown. In addition, there are more than 400 acres of land, which are rolling hills or small ponds. These areas have no

It has been effectively developed: the woods on the hills are where villagers gather firewood, and the small ponds are left deliberately to cope with dry weather.

In addition, there are about fifty or sixty acres of land used as homesteads or cemeteries for villagers.

There are a total of ninety-eight households with nearly 500 people renting this village. Only 25 of them own land, but because their own land is not enough, they need to rent an imperial village to make a living. The remaining seventy

The three families are all pure tenant farmers without an inch of their own land.

Among the more than 500 people, there are only about 200 real strong laborers.

Although Lao Wei was a rogue in his early years, he was still a farmer and was very familiar with farming. In his opinion, the land in Honghe Village is excellent. If it is managed well, it can bring Zhu Youdong at least seven to eight hundred yuan a year.

Earnings of more than two or even nearly one thousand taels of silver.

The yield per mu in the Ming Dynasty varied greatly due to the geographical differences between the north and the south. But generally speaking, it benefited from the advancement of agricultural science and technology in this era and the deepening of understanding of fertility, soil fertility, circular farming, etc. In the Ming Dynasty, the land near Beijing had a year's

The output is about two stones.

During the Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, farmers rented land from landlords, and the rent they paid was generally based on share rent: that is, all output was divided according to proportion. Generally speaking, the landlord and the farmer were half and half.

As an imperial village, Honghe Village certainly does not have to bear any national taxes. Therefore, the half of the land rent that Zhu Youdong gets is pure profit. Calculated in this way, if the weather goes well, Honghe Village will give Zhu Youdong at least more than a thousand shi of grain a year

As well as various vegetables, silkworm chrysalis, cash, etc.

In today's Ming Dynasty, although the country's financial operations are difficult, the society is still stable, so the grain of these years cannot be sold at a high price, but no matter what, two stones of grain can always be exchanged for at least one tael of silver (with the Ming Dynasty)

With the large inflow of silver, the purchasing power of silver is gradually declining. In the middle and late Wanli Dynasty, one stone of grain can be sold for about 0.5 taels of silver). That's why Old Wei said that he could earn his grandson seven or eight hundred taels of silver a year.

Seven or eight hundred taels? Haha, after listening to Lao Wei's report, Zhu Youdong just smiled slightly, and then handed Wang Chengen a piece of paper: Lao Wei is illiterate, read it to him.

"Fellow folks, according to Taisun's order, this year's rent will not be collected. Starting from next year, the rent will be reduced to 40%! But..."

Before the villagers could cheer again, Old Wei quickly continued: "Starting from this year, the 800 acres of land along the river will no longer be rented!"

"Ah? Why is this?"

"Eunuch Wei, this is not possible! The villain's family can only live on the ten acres of paddy fields along the river!"

"Yes, father-in-law, what's going on? We all planted wheat last year. The harvest will be harvested soon in the spring. It doesn't make sense to not allow rent at this time!"

"Everyone be quiet, everyone be quiet!" Facing the villagers' inquiries, Lao Wei also felt unhappy: What a good land, why wasn't it allowed to be planted? What if my family had such a land before?

Eight hundred acres of paddy fields, how could I have committed suicide and entered the palace? Besides, even if the great-grandson has arrangements for these lands, can't he wait until the winter wheat is harvested in June and July this year? It's not easy for these wheats to survive.

It’s winter, and it would be a pity to throw them all away at this time!

However, there is one good thing for Old Wei who never wants to go back to Zhidian Prison to sweep the streets: if he has identified his grandson as his master, then he should faithfully carry out his orders. Those who understand must be carried out, and those who do not understand must also be carried out.

"Everyone, please be quiet! Who is Taisun? How can he make everyone suffer and even have no food and clothing? Taisun said that he wants to use this land for other purposes. Because time is urgent, so this is

He can't wait for the harvest of a season of wheat. Well, in short, the folks who rented and planted these 800 acres of land last year will come to my place to register later. No matter how much of the 800 acres of land you rented and planted, each acre,

Grandson will subsidize you with two taels of silver!"

As mentioned earlier, in northern China in this era, the yield per mu was only two dan, which was worth 1 tael of silver. Even if it was good land along the river, its output was only worth 15 taels of silver at most. After paying the rent, the farmers

If you can get it in your hands, it will only cost 0.75 taels per acre. Therefore, when Wei Zhongxian said that there would be a subsidy of 2 taels of silver per mu, everyone became a little quieter.

However, farmers in this era may have little knowledge and narrow vision, but they are definitely not stupid. Especially when it comes to land, their heads turn very fast. Soon some villagers reacted: this year's money subsidy, other land

If we don’t collect rent, there will be no problem today. What about next year? Just lowering the rent collection ratio won’t do. In this village, there are many villagers who have farmed land for Huangzhuang for generations, and all the land they rent is in these eight.

A hundred acres.

"Taisun has also thought of this problem for everyone. Taisun said that he will soon send people to build factories here. In the future, the products produced here will be marketed in the Ming Dynasty and make a lot of money. We will never need it in the future.
Chapter completed!