It has always been the only good thing that the master's family has increased taxes and levies for the villages below, and the master's family has given money and grain to the villages. This has never been heard of in the thousands of years since the emperor's court was established.

No wonder these locals are confused. They can't believe that such a good thing can happen, but they are unwilling to give up this fantasy.

This group of people probably couldn't bear the itching. One village and one family didn't dare to block the road and asked questions, so they simply banded together. Even if Yiyin got angry, it would be unfair to everyone, and the consequences for everyone would not be too severe.

Yiyin smiled.

"You should tell me what kind of rumors they are, so that I can answer them."

Dongli gritted his teeth and said.

"I heard that there will be a grain distribution at the end of the year. A daughter who becomes an official can get two full kilo of brown rice."

Yiyin shook his head and said.

"This information is inaccurate."

Dong Li was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he thought it was reasonable and smiled dryly.

"Yeah... I just said there is no such good thing, who is talking nonsense, I have to teach her a lesson later."

Yiyin glanced at her and said.

"That was the previous plan, but now it has been changed. We don't have to wait until the end of the year, food will be distributed in the summer.

Every warrior princess who serves as an official in the Shiba family, whether directly subordinate to the master's family or a subordinate retainer, can get two stones of brown rice.

After that, it will be distributed once every six months. In a few years, the amount of brown rice distributed each time will increase to three kilograms."

Dongli's eyes almost popped out of his head, this huge pie was actually real?

Looking at the handsome Shiba Yiyin, who was not as handsome as a mortal, Dongli felt that the Tianxian that Ootai was talking about would definitely not lie to a rough guy like himself.

She couldn't help but squeeze her thigh hard, and she shed tears in pain to make sure she was not dreaming.

Yiyin watched with great interest as the expressions of a group of people changed. Finally, a group of people kowtowed to the ground and shouted happily, "Long live the Grand Imperial Palace."

Dongli's lips trembled and he was speechless. After a long while, he spoke tremblingly.

"The Great Imperial Palace is blessed with good fortune and good fortune, and may your life be prolonged for thousands of years."

Yiyin shook her head. She didn't know where she found a few auspicious words. They sounded like the nonsense of the bald cultists in the temple.

He said intimately.

"What? How many daughters in the family are working as officials? Didn't they make a lot of money this time?

Is the spring plowing going well this year? The summer harvest is coming soon, how is the wheat growing?"

Yiyin's few down-to-earth words immediately made Dongli and others feel close to each other, and they talked non-stop.

How could Yiyin know about fertile land, grabbing water, and abundant rain? He just smiled and made a listening gesture, which moved the villagers deeply.

The old martial arts families in Beidahe were all forced into desperation by the nun martial arts family in the south, and they ruthlessly voted for Sibo Yiyin.

Now, the power of the old samurai family has been diluted by the subordinates of Akechi, Nizi and other important officials of the family. The young warriors of the old samurai family followed Shima Shengmu to open up new territories in Kanto.

Everyone present was confused about their origins. Yiyin had been absent for more than two years, and he couldn't tell who they were from. After listening for a while, but still not understanding, Yiyin couldn't help but yawn secretly.

Naomasa Ii who was on the side had been paying attention to him. Seeing that he was a little tired, he stepped out and said.

"Da Yutai has been working hard on his journey. You have already got the answer. Don't disturb Da Yutai's rest anymore!"

Dongli and the others stopped because they were still not satisfied. What they were talking about was nothing serious. They just had a chance to talk a few more words with Da Ootaishuo to show their nobility, so they really couldn't stop.

Seeing Yiyin being so approachable and patiently listening to everyone's nonsense, even these middle-level people were deeply moved.

Dongli took the lead and kowtowed to the ground and said.

"Don't worry, Otaishuo. After taking advantage of the master's family, the daughter of the family will definitely work hard and will not eat the master's food in vain!"

Yiyin shook his head and said.

"Let the children of every family have enough to eat with peace of mind. As long as I am here, the annual annuity from the Spozhong Fund will only be more, not less."

Dongli and others thanked him profusely and left with red eyes.

Yiyin is not singing a high-key note. From the first day of its establishment, the Spozhong Fund was destined to issue more, not less.

In Yiyin's previous life in modern finance, there were times when Christians were scolded for losses.

However, the loyalty fund in the Middle Ages and the Yiyin Bank did not dare not pay out. Even if they suffered a loss, they had to pay out the annuity every year.

The Wu family are all gangsters with knives, no better than the basic citizens who only knew how to BB in the previous life.
Chapter completed!