"Zhu Yan, didn't I know that by giving up porridge to help the victims, I was actually waiting to see them die. But I couldn't think of any other ideas for the time being, so I asked Yu Shuai to find you. Unexpectedly, Zhu Yan turned out to be true.
He has a quick mind and can actually think of mortgaging things from the future. This is a great innovation."
Wang Yongjiang was full of praise for Zhang Tinglan's idea, but Zhang Tinglan shook his head with a wry smile: "Mr. Yongjiang, to put it bluntly, it is just to make them serfs in disguise, which is not much progress. If you want to fundamentally change the countryside and help farmers,
We have to start from the land, that’s the most important thing.”
"You are right. China has long held the idea that land should be owned by the tiller. Clearing the land is only the first step. Only if the land can be equally divided and everyone can become the owner of the land can this country become stronger."
Zhang Tinglan is not surprised at all that Wang Yongjiang has such a view. Chinese dynasties have been circling the land, and many people have advocated restraining annexation. However, it takes great courage to do this. After all, you have to fight against the entire class.
Landowners who rely on land rents will work hard.
"Mr. Yongjiang, in my opinion, the three eastern provinces are vast and sparsely populated, with countless usable wastelands. The land problem is not urgent yet, and we still have a lot of room for maneuver. Therefore, we can use economic means to adjust our interests and losses, and at the same time organize farmers
We will open up wasteland and build a large number of water conservancy facilities. On the one hand, we will enact laws to limit land rent and support industry and commerce. Although the adjustment of interest levers will allow funds to flow to industry and commerce, when the time is right, we will solve the land problem in one fell swoop."
"I'd like to say that you want to organize these victims to open up wasteland and farmland because you intend to realize this idea." Wang Yongjiang said with a smile: "Your ideas are always good, but you want to make this matter simple and just rely on profit adjustments.
Are you asking the landlords to relax their pursuit of land? Is this your wishful thinking? Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Shanxi merchants and Huizhou merchants have held a large amount of wealth. They can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars by doing business, but in the end they still spend a lot of money.
Are you using a huge sum of money to buy land and keeping a few thousand taels of land rent?"
Use your wealth to make money, and use your roots to protect your family. The power of tradition is so powerful that it has penetrated into the bone marrow. Even if the income from the land is small, a large number of businessmen will flock to it. Even if in later generations, it is no longer possible to buy land, the Chinese will still be
Are you passionate about real estate? This is also a manifestation of your obsession with land.
Zhang Tinglan had originally thought about this issue, thinking that as long as he was driven by profit, he would be able to succeed and successfully get the landlords to give up their land. Listening to what Wang Yongjiang said, it really took it for granted. The power of tradition is often difficult to reverse.
"Mr. Yongjiang, when we establish wasteland reclamation, we might as well refer to the Western farm model and use new management methods to produce more output and lower costs. We use the new farm model to fight against the landlord's tenancy model. Farmers
If we make more money and have more dignity here, we will naturally force the landowners to make changes, or they will also turn to the farm model. Or they will be eliminated."
Wang Yongjiang thought for a while and said with a smile: "This method is to force the landlords to change, and it can also cultivate a new class of farmers. As long as they are strong enough, they will automatically confront and compete with the landlords. Let's do it again
No matter what happens, the resistance will be much smaller. I would like to say that the victims of this disaster are entrusted to you. You must develop the farm model. In the future, Fengtian will transform the countryside on a large scale. You will be the touchstone."
Farmers and landlords both make a living from the land, but there is an essential difference between them. Farmers are born under industrial conditions. They need to manage the land, organize farmers for production, and find sources for their products.
Sales, simply put, farmers are special factory owners, and farmers on farms are special industrial workers.
Landowners are not like that. They just hand over the land to tenant farmers and don't care about anything. In the end, they only collect land rent and are more like loan sharks. Who can promote social progress is actually clear at a glance. There are vast areas of land in the three eastern provinces, and most of them are plains.
, has the conditions to build a farm, so Zhang Tinglan is full of confidence in his plan.
After Wang Yongjiang arrived in Liaoyang this time, he had many things on his mind. He was not just solving a civil uprising, but wanted to find out the problems in the countryside and then find solutions. After talking with Zhang Tinglan for a while, Wang Yongjiang
Yongjiang felt that he finally had some ideas.
"Immodestly, let's take a look at the victims first. If you want to buy them, you need them to be willing."
Zhang Tinglan and Wang Yongjiang arrived at the temporary resettlement site outside Liaoyang City together, where nearly 10,000 disaster victims gathered. Zhang Tinglan has been living in prosperous Fengtian since arriving in this world, and has not yet had a deep impression of the poverty and backwardness of this era.
But what he saw now completely shocked him. There were victims in ragged clothes everywhere, with broken clothes hanging on the rugged skeletons. The bodies were so skinny that they seemed to be bones except for the skin, without a trace of flesh, and the dark faces
There was no expression, and he seemed to not care about anything.
Only when a gust of cold wind blows, these people can't help but shiver. It's already snowing time, and many of them are still barefoot and wearing single clothes. Children shivering in the arms of adults, shivering constantly.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Tinglan became more convinced in his judgment. If they just gave up porridge, most of these people would starve to death. Therefore, throughout the ages, the purpose of giving up porridge was not to relieve the victims, but to prevent the victims from rioting, just like giving
It's like putting a pacifier in a child's mouth, it's a placebo.
Zhang Tinglan and the others arrived at noon, and it was time to distribute food. Dozens of large iron pots not far away were steaming, and waves of rice fragrance floated over. After smelling the fragrance, these victims finally had their eyes open.
With a hint of excitement showing, some people struggled to stand up and wanted to go over and queue up.
At this time, several more carriages came from Liaoyang. After arriving at the porridge shed, baskets of white-faced steamed buns were carried out from the carriages and piled together, like small hills. At this time, the victims finally couldn't control themselves.
They hadn't seen white-flour steamed buns in several days. Everyone ran to the porridge shed one after another, struggling to grab the steamed buns.
When the soldiers responsible for maintaining order saw that the victims seemed to be going crazy, they unceremoniously waved their whips and slapped them on the bodies of the victims.
"Listen up, all of you, get in line. Everyone has a share! If you mess around again, you're going to starve to death!"
These soldiers barely stabilized the mood of the victims, and the porridge shed had begun to distribute food. Each victim could get a bowl of thick sorghum rice porridge, a white-flour steamed bun, and even a piece of pickled radish. Even in good years,
These poor farmers cannot often eat white flour, let alone at this time.
Therefore, the eyes of the victims who received the food were gleaming. The big white steamed buns were as big as a fist and were soft and fluffy. The aroma could not be resisted and penetrated their nostrils. After receiving the food, the victims ate it with big mouthfuls, and some even bit off half of it in one bite.
The steamed buns choked me so much that I rolled my eyes. I could only quickly drink a few mouthfuls of porridge and put it in my stomach. When the other victims saw such a funny scene, they didn't laugh at anything. On the contrary, they were envious. If it were me, I would probably eat the whole steamed buns.
Can be swallowed.
Zhang Tinglan also went to the porridge shed and personally distributed porridge and steamed buns to the victims: "Don't be anxious, everyone. Take your time. There will be enough porridge and steamed buns. Pork buns will be delivered to the city in a while. Maybe later.
When you make porridge, you can also eat steamed buns!”
These disaster victims even felt as if they were knocked unconscious by happiness. In the past, they were extremely lucky to be able to drink a sip of porridge during disasters. Now there is not only porridge, but also steamed buns and even meat buns. Isn’t this the Chinese New Year?
!
The victims looked at Zhang Tinglan with a hint of respect. They also knew that it was this young man who led the people to Liaoyang and the food distributed to them became better and better. According to their simple opinion, this is the reason for the disaster.
Good man, great savior.
Not only the victims, but also Chu Mingyuan, who came with Zhang Tinglan, began to admire this young man's actions.
Zhang Tinglan and Zhang Zuolin finalized the disaster relief plan, and then he brought a aftermath team to Liaoyang to assist Wang Yongjiang. At first, Chu Mingyuan and the others were four student representatives. Huang Sheng, because of his participation in inciting student demonstrations, and his second uncle Huang
Everyone was locked up.
The other two student representatives were also discouraged when they saw that they had been expelled from school. They went home one after another and tried to find a way out. Only Chu Mingyuan followed the aftermath team to Liaoyang, and he wanted to see the truth of the civil uprising for himself.
All along, his teachers had been saying that the government was unreliable, but he found out that the teachers were equally unreliable. Perhaps these victims were the only ones in the world who could not tell lies. After arriving in Liaoyang, Chu Mingyuan followed Zhang Tinglan to help these victims.
, he was holding a big spoon and serving porridge to the victims.
He scooped up the thickest and hottest porridge from the bottom of the pot, and slowly poured it into the bowls of the victims. After working for more than an hour, the number of victims was finally reduced, and Chu Mingyuan was finally able to rest for a while.
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"Mr. Zhang, I asked those victims, and it turns out that you are all lying. After they were hit by the disaster, the landlords asked them for rent, and the government also demanded various exorbitant taxes from them. It shows that your land tax reductions are also wrong."
Zhang Tinglan smiled and nodded: "Classmate Chu, this world has never been divided into black and white. It's good that you can see this. It would be even better if you are willing to take action to change the injustice of society and help the victims.
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Zhang Tinglan had people gather together the well-fed and drunk victims, surrounded the city with a simple loudspeaker made of iron sheets, and said to all the victims: "Today we brought a total of 20,000 to 30,000 steamed buns from the city. As a result, now
There is no one left, and according to the regulations, you can only take one each. The reason for such a large amount is very simple, that is, many people have taken it twice, or even three times, and many of you still have steamed buns hidden in your arms.
"
After Zhang Tinglan said this, many victims lowered their heads unconsciously and looked at their arms, fearing that the steamed buns would be taken away again.
"You may be wondering why you received too many steamed buns and we didn't stop you. The reason is simple. We didn't pay for these grains, but you paid for them yourself. Whether you grab them or not, it's yours and ours.
It doesn’t matter at all.”
Zhang Tinglan said with a smile: "Everyone knows that it is snowing time now. You are short of food and clothing. If this continues, a large number of people will die of cold and hunger in one winter. How many people can survive the winter alive?
In addition, the government's financial resources are very limited, and it can't build you houses or provide you with cotton-padded clothes, but it can't just watch you starve to death. So I thought of a way, which is to mortgage you to the bank and get a loan from the bank.
Let me get a loan to help you get through the winter. When spring comes next year, you will use your own hands to reclaim wasteland, grow food, and work hard to exchange for this loan!"
While talking, Zhang Tinglan asked someone to send some contract samples to the victims.
"As long as you sign this contract, you will not only be able to eat white flour buns every meal, but also get cotton-padded clothes. In addition, we will help you build a house for you to spend this winter. But in the next five years, you will have to work hard.
, if there is any relaxation, the punishment will be very severe. If you think about it, you can press your fingerprints!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!