The household register of the whole town has been placed in front of Zhao Han.

The data is so detailed that, except for individual farmers and small landowners, no other tenants dare to conceal information.

Yes, there are also homesteaders and small landowners in Huangjia Town!

They are all tribesmen who separated from the Sanhuang and Li families in the past few decades. They also hate the Sanhuang and Li families. If there is a natural disaster, it is easy for big landowners to seize their land.

There are 517 households in the town, with a total population of 3,645, including 2,029 males and 1,616 females.

In the above data, children under the age of 12 are not included in the statistics, because it was very easy to die young in ancient times. Zhao Han ordered that a separate register be established for children under the age of 12.

At the same time, the wealthy families have left behind domestic slaves, but statistics have not yet been carried out. Zhao Han has other arrangements.

If the entire population is included, there should be more than 4,000 people.

From the above data, we can see that the ratio of men to women is very outrageous. There must be a tradition of female infanticide in Huangjia Town, and there are a large number of bachelors.

In addition, the proportion of the elderly population is very low, with the average age of the town being 31.26 years old (children under 12 years old are not counted).

Poor medical and health care is not the main reason.

It is purely because the food grown is not enough to eat. Once the harvest fails, some old people take the initiative to commit suicide. Especially old women!

"Sir, the fields have been divided." Chen Maosheng came in holding the fish scale book.

Zhao Han controls approximately 18,000 acres of land, including mountainous land.

Jiang Dashan, Li Zheng and others who took the initiative to perform meritorious services were allocated 20 acres of land to each household;

Huang Laoshi and others who signed the contract were allocated 19 acres of land to each household;

The first batch of rebels were each allocated 18 acres of land;

The second batch of rebels each received 16 acres of land;

The third batch of rebels were each given 15 acres of land;

The obedient people who watched the play from beginning to end were allotted 5 acres of land to each household.

Of course, the above are only rough rules. If someone is assigned to a lower-grade field, Zhao Han will give it more as appropriate and try to be fair.

A total of more than 8,000 acres of land were allocated, and Zhao Han still had about 10,000 acres left.

"Is there no trouble?" Zhao Han asked.

Chen Maosheng said: "There were a few riots and some fights, but Tieniu and his men stopped them all."

Mr. Zhao Ziyue, the largest landowner in Huangjia Town, put away the household register and land register, and said with a smile: "Gather all the farmers together and have a meeting outside the gate of the Huangjia's ancestral home the day after tomorrow. By the way, tell them, regardless of adults or children, they are here.

You can get food for free!”

…

At this time, spring plowing has ended. When Zhao Han divided the fields, he tried his best to give the land to whoever was the tenant to avoid unnecessary disputes of interest.

The sky was slightly bright, and about four thousand people, including children, arrived outside the Huang family's ancestral home one after another.

The door opens.

Zhao Han stepped out, followed by Pang Chunlai, Zhang Tieniu, Chen Maosheng, Jiang Dashan, Huang Yao, Huang Shun, Li Zheng, Jiang Liang, Liu Zhu, Xiao Hong, Xiao Cui and others.

Scanning the crowd, Zhao Han said loudly: "I know you are all here to receive food. You don't know what a meeting is."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Some farmers laughed, and many more looked forward to it.

"I won't keep you waiting too long," Zhao Han said to Chen Maosheng. "Start releasing food. Each adult (over 12 years old) will receive five pecks of rice, and children will receive half the amount. According to the registered household register..."

"Mr. Zhao!" someone suddenly shouted.

Zhao Han asked: "What's wrong?"

The man hesitated and said: "I...I want to register the household register."

"Register him immediately," Zhao Han said without punishing the person, and said in a kind tone, "Anyone who has not yet created a household registration can come and register, and receive food according to the household registration. Adults will receive five pecks of rice, and children will receive half of it."

As soon as these words came out, twenty-one households of villagers suddenly came running, all of them farmers and small landowners.

They had a close relationship with the big family that was exterminated, not a romantic relationship, but a blood relationship, and they had been separated for no more than fifty years.

After the registration was completed, Zhao Han began to put out grain.

It was agreed that each person would have five buckets, and it was five buckets, and no small buckets were used.

Although Huang Zundao doesn't have much money, he has a lot of grain in his village. This stuff is the hard currency in the countryside!

The same is true for several other large households. Huang Erye's family only had more than 300 taels of silver, but they had stored thousands of dan in food - some of it was moldy and black, and they were unwilling to distribute it to the poor.

What Zhao Han distributed this time was all old grain, and it will only rot if it continues to be stored.

I saw one farmer after another, after being called by name, they went to collect grain. Although it was only old grain, it was enough for them to be happy, and their faces were filled with joy.

The farmers who have not yet received their grain are all looking forward to it, fearing that Mr. Zhao will regret it midway.

The food was put away until almost noon, and finally everyone got food.

"Bodhisattva bless Mr. Zhao!"

Suddenly some farmers knelt down and shouted with tears.

Like a virus spreading, one person infected another, and in the blink of an eye, more than 4,000 people fell to their knees.

Zhao Han didn't bother to stop them from kneeling. He had already figured out that shouting ten thousand slogans would be better than doing one practical thing.

Distributing food is a practical matter and has three purposes:

First, deal with the old grain that is about to rot.

Second, we need to conduct a census of the household registration population so that unregistered farmers can appear on their own in order to distribute grain.

Third, Lixin. Mr. Zhao kept his word. If he said the grain would be divided, he would divide the grain. If he said five dou, he would do five dou, and there would be no need for small dou.

Only when credibility is established, will anyone really obey the content of the subsequent meeting.

"Who else hasn't received food?" Zhao Han asked.

No one spoke.

"Okay," Zhao Han said with a smile, "I announce the second thing. Huangjia Town will be renamed Wuxing Town from now on. I will be the mayor and Chen Maosheng will be the deputy mayor. Wuxing Town has four villages under its jurisdiction.

Each village has a village chief."

"The third thing is that after the Apocalypse Year, you don't have to pay the land tax that the government increased. You will only be levied according to the land tax during the Wanli Year!"

"The fourth thing is, don't collect Liao wages!"

"The fifth thing is, don't ask for fire!"

"The sixth thing is, don't recruit miscellaneous factions!"

"The seventh thing is, don't collect corvee!"

"The eighth thing is that I will rent the remaining 10,000 acres of land to you on an equal share per head. The rent will be reduced by one and a half percent. That is to say, you used to pay one stone in rent, but from now on you will only pay eight and a half dou!"

The venue instantly became noisy. The farmers were indifferent to the change of the town's name, but the remaining events were shocking.

They subconsciously couldn't believe it, but thinking about Zhao Han's behavior of releasing grain, they couldn't help but believe it.

Jiang Dashan, Huang Yao, Huang Shun, and Li Zheng are all knowledgeable and smart people. They are excited and scared at the same time.

Mr. Zhao is going to rebel!

But they have already killed the big family and boarded the pirate ship. It will be difficult for them to get off the ship again.

Moreover, they were divided into fields, and they did not want to live the old life anymore, so they could only work hard with Mr. Zhao.

Zhao Han signaled everyone to be quiet and said with a smile: "The ninth thing is that the Huang Family Ancestral Hall has been changed to a private school in Wuxing Town, with Master Pang as the headmaster. Children under the age of twelve in the town, regardless of boys or girls, must attend class every day.

Half a day. I don’t charge you tuition fees, but I will also take care of a meal at noon, and I will pay for the meals! Anyone over twelve years old who is willing to study can also come and audit. There is no tuition fee, but I won’t take care of the meals!”

The farmers didn't take it seriously. Studying is useless, and they don't have the money to take the exam. Moreover, if a child of several years old can help the family with work, wouldn't it be a waste to go to study?

Suddenly, Zhao Han said: "If anyone over seven years old or under twelve years old, regardless of boy or girl, doesn't come to class, I will increase the land tax and raise the rent!"

This makes people stupid. They only force farmers to work, but how can they force children to study?

But if you don't send your children to school, you will have to increase the land tax and raise the rent.

Zhao Han added: "The tenth thing is, all the tenants among you, even if you don't work with me, will be assigned at least five acres of land. Now that the land is divided, you have to work hard. Each household will contribute one

Qingzhuang, I want to form a brave group! If anyone dares not to come, I will take back the fields!"

None of the farmers spoke, and there was a dead silence.

"Bring me up!"

Zhao Han suddenly shouted loudly.

Seven people were taken out one after another from the Huang family's ancestral home.

Zhao Han pointed at Huang Sanshui and said: "You all know who this person is and what he has done. I will not hold a public trial, Tieniu, execution!"

Zhang Tieniu swung his ax and chopped Huang Sanshui, who had a ball of cloth stuffed into his mouth, on the spot until his head exploded.
To be continued...