Chapter 142 I'm Not A Fool
The gentlemen of Hanjiazhuang were not all busy in the fields, but were ordered by Han Ju not to go out at home, and were not allowed to come out when no one called them.
There had been so much noise outside, so of course they realized that something might have happened.
Although I am worried about the safety of my family.
But everyone living in Hanjiazhuang was not afraid of him. They could only obey orders and no one dared to step out of the house.
Until their family came back and told them that the government wanted to divide the land, but Han Ju and his retainers did not agree, and were directly killed by the officers and soldiers, and wanted to kill the Yi tribe.
The entire Hanjiazhuang was shocked to death.
I was secretly excited and at the same time a little scared.
After all, they are the first, so don't be afraid.
And Wang Buxu is right here, he killed the Han family, now let them come out, no one dares not to come out.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the people from Hanjiazhuang were gathered together, and the whole village, men, women, old and young, joined the battle.
The head of the house, the man is in the front, the woman is in the back with her children.
This time Wang Buxu didn't let Yu Qing explain it, but explained it himself.
Seeing that many people had doubts on their faces, but no one spoke to ask questions, Wang Buxian couldn't help but smile. With the shadow of the famous tree, these people still have some stage fright.
"Old man, don't be frightened by that. I don't like killing people. I originally prepared compensation for them, but these people just don't see us ordinary people living a good life. Meeting this kind of thing is beneficial to the people.
And things that are not beneficial to them will jump out." Wang Buxuan said to an old man with gray hair and good energy.
"Um..." The old man obviously didn't expect Wang Buxu to speak to him. Even at his age, he couldn't handle it. But when the young master asked, it would be inappropriate not to answer. After thinking about it,
He stuttered and asked: "Sir, what does it mean that the land is owned by the government? Does it mean that we don't have an acre of land?"
Wang Buxu smiled. Although he had briefly mentioned this question before, it was good to have questions.
This is an opportunity to bring the two parties closer, a very critical opportunity.
"Old man, from a legal perspective, it's like this. People don't have an acre of land in their hands. Since there is no land, you can't sell it anymore. If you can't sell it, then people like Han Ju can't sell it.
There is no way we can take away your farmland at a low price."
After hearing Wang Buxu's explanation, many people showed concern.
Co-writing is not as good as it is now. Although life is harder, at least the family has land. No wonder Han Ju and others are opposed to it.
Then, Wang Buxu's voice changed.
"But from a practical perspective, you have land. The government will allocate 40 acres of cultivated land to adult men and 20 acres of cultivated land to adult women!"
"Then this land still doesn't belong to us? What if we offend someone and we are not allowed to plant?" Seeing that Wang Buxu didn't seem so aloof, a man in his thirties bravely asked.
"Whoever dares not to let you farm, or who dares to take away the allocated farmland from you in various ways, after verification, I will chop off whose head!" Wang Buxu replied directly.
As a big liar...
No, it’s gold sales. When facing different groups of people, the way of contact is different.
When facing ordinary people, Wang Buxu must show a down-to-earth and **** style.
You must make people believe in you, be willing to talk to you, and dare to talk to you.
As long as he can do this, he can gain the trust of the people in Hanjia Village.
Then his image will quickly spread throughout the world through Hanjiacun.
Of course, just giving this reply may at best seem to embolden people and make people feel comfortable.
Wang Buxu then said: "Forty acres for an adult man and twenty acres for an adult woman. This must be written into the law. When the children reach adulthood, the government will give an official certificate when the fields are allocated after the autumn harvest every year."
In a land grant contract, the land grant period is from the date of grant to the year of death, that is to say, if someone dies in the spring, after the autumn harvest, the government will take back the land granted to him."
"In addition, in the future, I will set up inspectors to inspect the farmland. If someone secretly lurks in Chencang, people can report the situation to the inspectors. After verification, they will be severely punished."
"Can the inspector be trusted?" a young man suddenly asked.
Wang Buxu smiled and said: "Of course you can rely on it. The inspectors will not be from this county. When the inspectors travel, they will bring guards with them. The inspectors are not under the jurisdiction of any official. I will manage them personally."
Of course, Wang Buxian would never tell anyone about scouting.
There's no way to tell. I can't say that two of you are my scouts?
If this is revealed, how will the life of a scout be carried out in the future?
Chen Tieshan fully completed the tasks assigned to him at that time. For the development of scouts, it must be ordinary, ordinary, and go deep into the grassroots level.
From two to five scouts were placed in each village, and no contact with each other was allowed.
This also resulted in the scout captain needing to go to different places to meet with the scouts one by one during each time period of each month.
In addition, the established contact points must also be patrolled twice a day. Once a scout sends a signal, they must meet immediately.
Therefore, if someone dares to play tricks, there is no need for the people to report it themselves, the scouts can detect them in minutes.
People asked: "Do the various official fields really provide food?"
Wang Buxing replied: "That's right!"
"As long as the yield of the official land is not less than one and a half stone per acre, anyone in the family can plant it?"
"Anything works!"
“What if the harvest is bad?”
"If the harvest is not good due to personal reasons, the qualification for farming official land for three years will be cancelled."
"..."
The topic opened up and people asked questions one after another.
Wang Buxu also patiently answered each question one by one. There was no depth, but every question was related to the actual interests of the people.
A question-and-answer meeting at the entrance of the village went very smoothly. Although there was already a river of blood nearby and the soldiers were collecting the corpses, it did not affect the lively scene here.
The problem that people are most concerned about has actually been solved.
It doesn't matter whether it is public or private, the question is whether they have land to farm!
Planting government land can offset the taxes on your own land, and you can get more food if you plant more.
Moreover, Wang Buxu also said that the government will build a batch of agricultural tools next to ensure that farming is more labor-saving than now.
Finally, someone asked about corvee service, and Wang Buxu told them directly and straightforwardly that there would be corvee service, but it would not exceed twenty days a year. If it exceeded, the government would have to pay remuneration to the people.
After this question, just after sunset, the worries of the people were resolved. Wang Buxu directly asked people to set up camp, rest here for one night, and start measuring the land early tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!