Zhang Xiucai's eyes widened and he clenched his fists, "You, you are unreasonable and don't even treat scholars favorably. How are you any different from barbarians?"
This question couldn't be more reasonable.
Zhu Yiyuan laughed loudly, "You are really wrong. The Qing government inherited the old system of the Ming Dynasty and gave preferential treatment to scholars. How about you surrender to the Qing Dynasty?"
Zhang Xiucai's expression changed suddenly. He was speechless and did not dare to say anything. A fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead. If he said one more words, the rebels next to him would turn him into a dead scholar.
Zhu Yiyuan turned his head and said to other villagers: "It just so happens that a famous scholar has appeared. In the past, he had all kinds of preferential treatment, and the villagers are all aware of it. I want to tell you that from now on, this preferential treatment will not be given to him."
No matter what kind of fame you have, you cannot occupy more acres of land, and you cannot be exempted from taxes, taxes, and corvees."
At this time, among the rich people, another person took up the courage and asked: "Is it true that everyone is the same? Do we want to be equally rich and poor?"
"That's right!" Zhu Yiyuan said firmly: "That's true. My family still has less than a hundred acres of land in Qingshiji, and I will share it equally. But there is a kind of person who can get an extra piece of land."
"Who?" someone asked immediately.
Zhu Yiyuan said: "Even soldiers who join the army, according to the rules of Qingshiji, the first-class soldiers can get an extra three acres of land, and the second-class militiamen can get an extra acre of land. In addition, no matter how big the official position or how much credit they have, they can't
Get more land. After all, land is the lifeblood of everyone, and the most important thing is fairness and justice."
Zhu Yiyuan was willing to set an example and give more land to the soldiers and militiamen. After all, he was risking his life with his head in his hands. That was only natural, and no one could fault him.
The tenants are impatient. Everyone is eager to get the land, and some young people are eager to join the rebel army and get more acres of land.
At this time, Zhang Xiucai bowed again and said, "What Mr. Zhu said is indeed true. Farmers have their own land, and residents have their houses. I am also a student of sages, so naturally I will not object. But Mr. Zhu should know that the husband has always been clear.
Land and acres are all full of disadvantages. The quality of acres is different, and the length of the lunge is different. You say it should be divided fairly, but I'm afraid it may not be fair, right?"
The smile on Zhu Yiyuan's face did not diminish, "Indeed, dividing the land is just a word, but how to divide it well is not easy. What I mean is to focus on each village and select eight to fifteen old farmers from the village. These
The old farmers divide the plots. If it is high-grade fertile land, the plot will be smaller. If it is low-grade thin land, the plot will be larger. The output of each acre must be about the same. After they divide it, other villagers will take the lead.
The selection is finally done by the old farmers who divide the fields. When there are no objections in a village, they will be registered and confirmed."
After listening to what Zhu Yiyuan said, everyone didn't think it was anything at first, but after thinking about it carefully, they suddenly realized that this trick was full of wisdom and was actually very operational.
Because it is limited by distance, the scope of land equalization must be within the village. In fact, everyone knows how much land there is in the village and how much food it can produce.
Let the old farmers divide their fields, and they will definitely be able to divide the fields fairly and reasonably.
The only problem is how to make them willing to share it fairly.
Whoever divides the land will get it last... If the land is divided unfairly, you can only keep the worst land for yourself. No fool is willing to do this.
After a village is divided, it is registered and confirmed, and land deeds are awarded...Zhu Yiyuan also has the final power to verify, and if the division is true and outrageous, he can correct it.
Including in the field division, if anyone bullies others and goes rampant in the countryside, he can be found out immediately and severely punished.
As for the upper, middle and lower fields that he was used to, Zhu Yiyuan gave up. There is no doubt that the more complicated something is, the more problems it will have when it is implemented, and the more disadvantages there will be hidden in it.
According to his method, the output of each block is not much different, it is convenient to collect taxes and easy to operate.
Although it cannot be said to be perfect, there are no obvious problems.
The tenants in Dazhuang Village got together and discussed for a while, and they became more and more energetic... You see, the common people can't make a sound in other matters, but when it comes to land issues, everyone is particularly concerned about it.
Zhu Yiyuan had said it, and the villagers asked about the details and solved their doubts. They couldn't wait to implement it immediately and take the land into their own hands. This is true.
Even more anxious than these tenant farmers are the refugees.
The tenant farmers still had land, but they had nothing. Apart from their lives, which was the fifty kilograms of rations distributed by Zhu Yiyuan, they had nothing else.
"Master Zhu, what do you think we should do? Can we be like them?" the refugees asked anxiously.
Zhu Yiyuan had a smile on his face, "Don't be anxious, everyone. If I say the same, it must be the same. But you have also seen that this autumn harvest, the food must be given to these folks. You guys have worked hard for several months and cannot take it away.
And I won’t collect this season’s land rent and taxes. In a word, I just want the villagers to have something to eat and enjoy the sweetness.”
"After the autumn harvest, the fields will be divided again. Each village will have some extra acres and wasteland. I will break up the big guys according to the number of acres and organize them into each village. Then they will be entered into the yellow book together, and you and the villagers will
It’s all the same.”
Zhu Yiyuan's arrangement is reasonable and reasonable. After all, agricultural production has seasons, and you cannot divide the fields at any time. It takes care of the original farmers and gives hope to the refugees.
It only lasts for a month or so, and the food rations given to everyone are just to tide over this period of time.
Mr. Zhu is thoughtful.
Suddenly, another young refugee asked: "Master Zhu, can we also join the army? I want to be a soldier, and I want more fields!"
As soon as he said this, the other refugees started shouting. There were some elderly people with gray beards who were beating their chests and wanted to become soldiers in order to get three more acres of land.
Zhu Yiyuan had a smile on his face and said calmly: "War is not a child's play, you must choose the young and the strong, but don't worry if you are older. You guys have experience, and there is a job suitable for you. Although you can't get more acres,
But there is still money to be paid. All in all, we are all a family, and we can only survive in this unfortunate world by working together as a fist."
Compared with the villagers, who still had all kinds of calculations, when it came to the refugees, everyone was reasonable and said nothing. And more than 200 young men were quickly selected and gathered behind Zhu Yiyuan.
Once you become a refugee, you are no longer a human, you are an animal, you are a beast.
The old, weak, women and children, especially children, are just a piece of meat in the pot.
It's not as simple as just four words. There are indeed people who have tasted that taste.
Even the Qing court would only treat them as slaves and slaves... It is no exaggeration to say that only by following Zhu Yiyuan can they hope to squeeze out of the herd into the crowd and regain a new life.
These refugees are simply more loyal to Zhu Yiyuan than the folks in Qingshiji.
Zhu Yiyuan did not treat them badly. After discussing the main matters, Zhu Yiyuan led everyone to the Zhang Family Courtyard to rest.
In less than half a month, this compound has already changed three owners, from the Zhang family, to Xie Qian, to Zhu Yiyuan, it's really unpredictable.
When the refugees came in, they couldn't get enough of it. This blue brick house was really nice.
After Zhu Yiyuan walked in, he said directly: "Those who enthusiastically joined the army just now and want to become soldiers, all come forward. I will tell you the first military rule of becoming soldiers now."
These young people hurriedly stood up and stared at Zhu Yiyuan, waiting for reprimand.
Zhu Yiyuan then said: "Everyone was born as a refugee and knows the suffering of the villagers. Therefore, we must put the people first in everything, love the people, and put the villagers first. We are the children of farmers, and we must be soldiers. We cannot
Do you understand that you are a bandit soldier who harms the common people?"
These young people were startled, and then nodded, "Yes, we understand!"
You know nothing!
Zhu Yiyuan is not stupid either. If he could understand so quickly, they would not be refugees, but saints with high moral standards.
In the end, we still have to set an example and educate everyone bit by bit through daily actions.
"Okay, now we will arrange for the villagers to live in high-quality housing. You will be at the back."
After saying that, Zhu Yiyuan walked into the low concierge on his own, leaving a look of surprise... This chapter has been completed!
