This is what Mr. Jin had in mind. Now it is about the establishment of various institutional files. As long as they are established and have the initial ones, they can change them and go to live in the county.

"If I want my last name to be Jin, let's call it... let's call it Jin Dacheng." Gou Sheng thought about his last name and suddenly shouted loudly.

This surname made Mr. Jin, who was waiting in line behind him, blush. There really are some people with the surname Jin!

The tenant farmers behind also shouted, "What a good dog, my last name will be Jin when the time comes."

"Yes, yes, yes, our surname is Jin, and we are all Mr. Jin!"

Master Jin's luxurious life makes all the tenant farmers envious and jealous, but once they get close, they can't help but want to become Master Jin, even in name only.

"Kim Daesung, right?" The clerk lowered his head and filled in the file. He had seen this situation too many times. The same was true for the villages in front. It was either Kim or Lee, Park, Cui, etc. This was the most prominent person in North Korea.

The four surnames are usually heard a lot, so if these tenant farmers were asked to choose, most of them would choose this.

"When were you born and how old are you?"

"I don't know where I was born, but my age is 23."

"How many people are in the family?"

"Four people, father, brother and sister."

"My childhood experience."

………

Just like this, the clerk's file was filled out quickly. The clerk raised his head and said, "Go and call your father, brother, and sister over. You are a family. Let's do yours first."

Soon, Gou Sheng's relatives came over, and then he was busy again, but all the files were printed, and he only needed to ask and fill them in. After filling them out, a personal file was ready, and then

They were placed according to the classification of counties and villages, and records were left in the county files. These files were put aside, and they would be handed over to the village chief later.

"Here, this is your household registration. When you get married and want to divide your household registration in the future, you can go to the township government to handle it." After filling out the paperwork, he handed over a hard-shell book with three large characters on the front, household registration book. Inside.

The four pages are the new names of Gou Sheng and the four of them. The head of the household is his father. The first page after that is Gou Sheng's new name, Jin Dacheng.

"This is the ID card for the four of you. You will have to take this with you when you go out in the future. You should also take this with you when you want to go to other places." The clerk handed over a few small pieces of soft cloth. Gou Sheng took it and took a look. His physical appearance was on it.

A special description, as well as his birth date, home address, registered residence, and occupation. At the end, there was a series of numbers, which made Gou Sheng feel dizzy.

"Everyone has seen it clearly. Once you have seen the process clearly, we will handle it separately." Seeing that the first case was completed, the Confucian scholar shouted loudly and called the other tenants to go to other clerks to handle it.

The tenant farmers thought about the procedure just now and prepared their own answers in advance. Therefore, the household registration of two to three hundred people in the entire village was very simple.

In the end, these things turned into a line of text. Jinjia Village, Dawang Township, according to statistics in the third year of Tianqi, has a total of 313 people and 1,565 acres of land. It is located in a certain place to a certain place.

In a certain place, the rest of the mountainous and wasteland were all owned by the government.

The whole process took more than an hour, and by the time it was finished, it was almost noon. However, the basic enthronement was completed, but there was still one remaining step that had not yet been completed, which was the selection of the village chief.

"Okay, now that everyone has registered, from now on they are the people of the Ming Dynasty and should respect the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Come on, everyone will follow me and salute." As he said, the Confucian scholar knelt down and saluted in the direction of Seoul.

The ceremony of kneeling three times and prostrating nine times.

"Long live my emperor, long live me."

When the tenant farmers behind saw this, they quickly knelt down and shouted from the bottom of their hearts, "Long live my emperor!"

Even some older tenant farmers were so excited that they shed tears when they thought about having five acres of land to farm in the future. If this policy had been in place before, maybe their children would not have died.

The main arable crops in North Korea are rice, and because it is located in the north, it can only be grown for one season. Judging from the farming technology at this time, the yield per mu is only about 300 to 400 kilograms. Five acres of land can be produced in one year.

It's less than two thousand kilograms. In modern times, a person's food intake is small, only about two kilograms of rice. In ancient times, there was little oil and meat. If you eat more, it's only three kilograms. In a year, it's only about a thousand kilograms. So the output is still

There can be quite a bit left.

Moreover, the current land policy is to divide the land when there is a head, and no one's land will be lost, even if he is a baby. In this way, as long as this policy is implemented, there will basically be no starvation to death in the countryside.

Of course, except for natural disasters.

No wonder these older tenant farmers were excited and even cried. This is virtuous policy. Thinking about the land reform in later generations, even the descendants of the landlords thought it was something that must be done when they discussed it.

, is good governance. No one has ever denigrated such a policy.

The same was true for Zhu Youxiao's actions at this time. Even though the landlords were in pain and reluctance, and even resisted, this was a major and good government that must be carried out.

The vast majority of people in the Ming Dynasty are farmers. As long as the problem of cultivated land is solved, the most basic stability problem will be solved. As long as no matter what they do, they don't need to consider whether the country can afford to live in it. Anyway, they

There is no levy of labor, everything is promoted by government fiscal revenue. If you have money, you can do it, but if you don't, you can borrow money to do it.

Just like in modern times, every government has always had the problem of excessive use of civilian power. As long as the government has money, it can't do anything. But those who have such problems all have a labor system and use private labor in vain.

"May your Majesty's glory bless us."

After the tenant farmers calmed down and got up from the ground, the middle-aged Taoist priest ran out with a smile and said something.

"Pindao is the owner of the Temple of Heavenly Emperor on Xiaoshi Mountain. What he promotes is the glory of God Haotian, which is the glory of His Majesty today. Now that you have been favored by His Majesty, you might as well come to Temple of Heavenly Emperor to walk around more, burn incense and listen to Pindao.

Recite the sutra and let His Majesty's wisdom guide you forward."

The Taoist Master said with a smile, and before waiting for any reaction from the tenant farmers, he returned to his original position, still holding the Holy Instructions of the Original Tao in his hand.

"Go, I must go, and then listen carefully to the deeds of His Majesty the Taoist General." The tenant farmers shouted one after another, saying that they would definitely patronize the Taoist temple.

In fact, this sudden luck made them feel a little guilty in their hearts. Unlike the Central Plains, which has always had a tradition of peasant uprisings at the bottom, North Korea does not have this. Those who can rebel are all upper-class people with names and surnames who can speak Chinese.

, has little to do with them.

Therefore, the issue of equal distribution of land seems to them like pie in the sky, and it hits their own heads. Even if they confirm that this is absolutely true, they are not at ease in their hearts. Now that they have His Majesty as a living god

As a sustenance, let people believe that this is a gift from His Majesty, so that they will be much more at ease.

Just like an illusory dream, God's reward made this dream a reality, which was easier for them to accept than a certain emperor who wanted to reform and divide the land equally.

Seeing this situation, the Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction and then said nothing.

"Okay, everyone be quiet." The Confucian chief pressed his hand and told all the tenants to keep quiet. After the land was divided, his prestige was much higher, so when he opened his mouth, the tenants stopped and waited for him to speak.

"I understand everyone's excitement, but there is one last thing to do today, which is to elect the village chief. Only after the village chief is elected can we allocate fields to everyone."

Although the village chief's choice did not directly allocate land, it did involve the subsequent process of allocating land, so the tenant farmers listened attentively.

"There are three hundred and thirteen of you present. The village chief will be elected from among you. Whoever has the most support will be the village chief." The Confucian scholar said the rules loudly. To put it bluntly, it is actually a grassroots democratic election in later generations. However,

, is a new thing for people of this era.

"What, we elected the village chief, so can I choose myself?" A tenant farmer yelled with his eyes wide open. Even a Korean who is used to having more people can't help but feel a little frivolous at this moment.

"Of course you can, but you have to have people support you. The one who supports you the most is the village chief." The Confucian scholar explained and stopped talking. The rules are very simple. All that is left is to wait.

This rule is indeed simple, so simple that everyone present understands it. However, if you understand, you will understand, but who should you choose? This is the person who presides over the land allocation, so he must be careful.

Everyone is looking for a suitable candidate. This one is contradictory to me, so I can’t choose it. This one is not good, too bad, so I won’t choose it. This one seems very smart, but will it deceive me? I won’t choose it.

Some people want to choose themselves, and some people want to choose others, but they have no supporters. The one that suits their own wishes does not suit the wishes of others. In the end, all the tenant farmers' eyes are looking at one person, the former Master Jin.

Now Mr. Jin is no longer Mr. Jin. Although he is richer than everyone present, he cannot be called Mr. Jin without a large amount of land.

"You...you all are watching me, what am I doing?" Mr. Jin was very nervous being stared at by so many people. He kept closing his eyes and did not participate in the choice of the village name at all, so he did not understand what was going on.

To the point where everyone is staring at him.

"We will choose Mr. Jin."

"Let Mr. Jin be the village chief, he is still literate."

"Yes, it's Mr. Jin."

The villagers shouted in unison. Upon seeing this, the Confucian scholar asked a few more questions. Seeing that there was no objection, he appointed Mr. Jin as the first village head of Jinjia Village and issued a certificate of appointment and a seal.

"What, I will become the village chief!" Mr. Jin stared at the hilarious scene, dumbfounded. Finally he confirmed that he was the village chief.

"Village chief, you seem to be pretty good. Why don't you go to the county seat? Just stay here and work as a minor official?" Mr. Jin decided to stay with great joy.

In the whole Jinjia Village, Gou Sheng was the only one who didn't look so happy. He looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest and the jubilant villagers, frowning and thinking hard. His father came over and was about to pat him, but saw him suddenly running there.

He knelt down in front of a Taoist priest and shouted loudly, "Taoist priest, I don't want to farm anymore. I want to follow you to serve His Majesty and promote His Majesty's glory and grace."

"Have you thought clearly? You know, if you become a Taoist priest with me, you won't have five acres of land to farm." The Taoist priest asked kindly, and he also had a good impression of this diligent young man.

"Think clearly, it's not important that I don't have five acres of land. What's important is that everyone in the world knows that Your Majesty has five acres of land to farm." Gou Sheng replied loudly, with a firm look on his face.

"That's okay." The Taoist priest smiled happily, turned around, and said to the Confucian scholar who was packing up the information files.

"This benefactor, please leave me alone and please change my profession for my new disciple. His file will be hung in Xiaoshishan Tiandi Temple."

"It's easy to talk about." The Confucian scholar smiled and quickly got the matter done. This was just a small matter, just some changes in words.

"Let's go." After everything was settled, the Taoist priest took Gou Shen away.

In the same place, only his father was left staring blankly at his son. He felt that once his son left, he would never come back again. He no longer belonged to this village.

In the lively Jinjia Village, no one noticed this scene, and no one knew that the newly established village was missing one person. It was not until the name Jin Dacheng was resounding throughout the Ming Dynasty that maybe some people recalled the original days. Or maybe, a certain

The female wild man will also miss him for a while.
Chapter completed!