Zhu Yiyuan knew that the status of the three people brought by his uncle was extraordinary, but at this moment, Zhu Yiyuan had no time to take care of too much, and there were too many things waiting for him to do.
After entering Laiwu, it was not that Zhu Yiyuan did not want to seize the time, but that his strength was indeed not enough.
The Confucian Temple's test has allowed him to see the situation in each village. Although the public sentiment is agitated, the squires and elders can still suppress it.
Although the young man is full of passion, he cannot release it.
At this moment, if you insist on doing something, it may be counterproductive.
Fortunately, Laiwu sent officers and soldiers to Dawen Village to kill people, which indirectly helped Zhu Yiyuan a lot.
Defeating the army is a sign of authority, and rescuing the people is a sign of virtue.
When everything came to pass, the people of Dawen Village decided to rebel.
And if this village takes the lead, other villagers from all over the country will rush to follow.
Because there is another excellent situation, that is, the autumn crops will be ripe soon.
The most important thing right now is the problem of food. After working hard for a year, everyone just pointed to the wheat in the field and worked with Zhu Yiyuan. More than 80% of the harvest will be his own. If he continues to suffer the exploitation of the Kong family, 70% of the harvest will be given to others...
At one time, it was a big problem of being full and hungry, and it was a problem of several children in the family starving to death.
Anyway, someone takes the lead, let’s fight!
"Sir, these are the elders from the four villages of Qishan, Guanshan, Dulu and Hanjialing. They are here to pay their respects."
Zhu Yiyuan looked at the several old people and said with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, seniors, for your hard work. How are the militiamen in your villages prepared?"
"It's almost done. There are more than 500 people in the four villages in total. They are all good young men, but there is a little trouble..." An elder from Qishan named Wang, called Wang Laoben, asked: "Mr. Zhu, what are you looking at?"
The land is about to be harvested and there are so many young crops. If we delay harvesting the crops, we will be in trouble."
Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said: "No, I thought of this, and immediately there were laborers from Qingshiji to help everyone collect food."
Zhu Yiyuan's explanation did not reassure the old man. Instead, he said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhu, I heard from people that you want to get us all away, and then let your people seize our fields and occupy our villages...
…I, I don’t believe it, even though some people say that.”
Wang Laoben waved his hands desperately, but such a clumsy cover-up would definitely not be able to hide it from Zhu Yiyuan.
He smiled and said: "Old sir, how many fields does your family have? How many people do you have?"
Wang Laoben was startled for a moment, but he still told the truth, "The first eight members of the family only have fifteen acres of land."
Zhu Yiyuan was stunned, "So few, less than two acres per person?"
Wang Laoben couldn't help but feel ashamed, but he still explained: "Originally, my family had more than thirty acres of land. Later, when my son was studying, I had no choice but to sell the property. I originally wanted to provide him with a chance to take a meritorious examination, but he was not lucky enough to die.
Good morning. Fortunately, my eldest grandson is smart. If it hadn't been for the change of dynasty, he would have taken the boy's examination. Now my family has little land, but it is all my own. I only need to pay the land tax. Unlike those tenants, they farm all year round.
There are many fields, a lot of effort is put into it, and the work is exhausting, but there are not as many left as us."
When Zhu Yiyuan heard this, he knew that this was a small farmer's family, with less than two acres of land per person, and it was really difficult to support a scholar.
But compared with the tenant farmers, I can still find a sense of superiority.
Zhu Yiyuan said: "Our land division is aimed at homesteaders with little land and poor tenant farmers. Take your family as an example. If you split it into two or three families, you can get 40 acres of land. If you don't split it, you can get 40 acres of land."
You can get 20 acres. And our tax is very low, only 15%. We also have promotion channels for young scholars... Here, we don't pay attention to any fame, as long as we are educated and literate, and we are willing to work hard, we can succeed.
When you work as a clerk, you receive a monthly salary."
After listening to Zhu Yiyuan's introduction, Mr. Wang couldn't help but be happy.
"Master Zhu, you didn't fool the old man, did you?"
Zhu Yiyuan laughed loudly, "How can I fool you? The militia wants your help in setting up, dividing the fields in the future, registering and registering, and it also needs scholars like your grandson. I want to lie to people, but I also need your consent."
Several old men looked at each other and showed joy.
Zhu Yiyuan said another very important point: his management relies on the villagers.
Everyone is both a beneficiary and a participant. They can put forward opinions on anything that harms the interests of the villagers.
To clarify this matter, it is said that relocating refugees from outside and occupying the magpie's nest will lead to self-destruction.
"Master Zhu, the old man told you that this matter came from Kong Fan."
"Kong Fan?" Zhu Yiyuan said, "Is he the one in charge of the Kong family in Laiwu?"
"Yes, he is collecting farm rent." Wang Laoben said with gritted teeth: "This thing is so bad. Every year when collecting rent, there are big fights in and small fights out, and people are forced to death by him every year."
Zhu Yiyuan frowned slightly, "So Kong Fan's public anger is huge? He is in Laiwu City?"
"No, he usually lives outside Beiguan, Laiwu, more than ten miles away from the county seat."
The Kong family occupied more than half of the land in Laiwu, and Kong Fan was the person in charge of the Kong family in Laiwu. As long as he was eliminated, it would be equivalent to breaking the biggest shackles on the people.
Zhu Yiyuan thought over and over again and called Liu Bao, Luo Yi, Huang Ying and others.
"I plan to capture Kong Fan first and tell the Kong family that the land rent in Laiwu will not be paid this year, so that they can stop trying to take advantage of the villagers."
With one sentence, several people nodded.
Great, I finally have to take the initiative.
Liu Bao and Luo Yi immediately mobilized the rebel soldiers, and Zhu Yiyuan also wore armor and carried weapons and set off with the army.
They set off in the afternoon, and before they had gone far, the militiamen from Dulu Village and Qishan Village came up.
Of course, these militiamen were not wearing armor, they just carried swords or simply farm tools. But everyone was in high morale, talking and laughing, as if they were celebrating the New Year.
Then the militiamen from Hanjialing and Guanshan Village also came.
Including the Dawen village soldiers led by Huang Ying, there were about 700 people.
Cooperating with three hundred rebels, the force exceeded a thousand people.
In Laiwu County, which is not too big, it is definitely very powerful.
The sky was dark at this moment, and in view of the uneven vision of the people, Zhu Yiyuan ordered the torches to be lit.
The long ranks of soldiers and militiamen were like dazzling fire dragons.
And somewhere, there are still dots of torches gathering here, like countless fireflies, coming to participate in the rally.
From a certain perspective, this is indeed more like a grand event.
Just after the second watch, the news that came out earlier had arrived at Kong Fan's residence.
This is a quite large house, with residences, granaries, and livestock raised for transporting food inside. Outside the house, there is a circle of wooden fences.
At first glance, it looks a bit like Zhang Zhifa's home, but after all, Kong Fan is just a servant of the Kong family, and it is far less sturdy than the Zhang family compound.
"Are you sure we can take it down?" Zhu Yiyuan asked his two generals.
Liu Bao immediately said: "I didn't say anything, we checked it out and there are not many people inside."
Zhu Yiyuan nodded, "Then attack!"
After giving the order, Luo Yi led thirty rebel soldiers at the front. They rushed to the wooden fence, threw out their flying claws, and worked together, then tore the wooden fence apart and rushed in with shouts.
When they came in, they found that there was no movement inside.
Isn't it an empty city strategy?
Want to ambush us?
Luo Yi's little head turned and he immediately gave up the idea. He had already seen the virtues of the servants of the Kong family, so there was no need to be afraid.
"kill!"
He took the lead in the charge, and Liu Bao followed with his soldiers.
This compound, which symbolizes the order of Confucian rule in Laiwu, was actually deserted... But they ran in a hurry, and there were still more than half of the cattle and horses in the stable.
Basically all the food in the warehouse is there, but a few gold and silver items were taken away.
"Sir, we found this!"
Liu Bao carried a large box of land deeds to Zhu Yiyuan.
When they first entered the Zhang Family Courtyard, they were looking for this one.
Although owning a land deed does not mean that you have control of the land, it is indispensable if you want to start over.
Zhu Yiyuan looked at this box of land deeds and suddenly smiled.
"Tell the folks in each village that if you want to lower the land rent and redistribute the land, just come over and throw a torch and burn all these things."
Villagers who got the news rushed over one after another.
It's really the land deed. The Kong family uses this to collect rent every year and control everyone.
Now these deadly things are actually placed under the nose of the big guys. It is simply unbelievable.
Just when everyone was still hesitating, Huang Ying had already thrown the torch in her hand.
"Why, you still want to be bullied by the Kong family? They were all scared away and get out!"
Only then did the villagers react. Someone kept throwing torches onto the box. Suddenly the flames shot into the sky and the shackles turned into billowing smoke.
"Long live!"
I don’t know who took the lead, the villagers roared happily, releasing the depression in their chests, and their voices lasted for a long time... Although no one was caught, they won a solid victory. This chapter has been completed!
