The entire Qiongstutter family was raided, with a total of more than 10,000 slaves, 500,000 grams of farmland, and countless mountains and forests.
The so-called gram is both a unit of weight and a unit of area. If it refers to weight, it is equivalent to twenty-eight kilograms, and in the Ming system it is twenty-three kilograms.
Then it refers to the area of land sown for one gram of seeds, which is fifteen acres, exactly one hectare.
At the same time, if a gram is an area, it is equivalent to one acre.
It can be seen that through many years of exchanges, they have absorbed a lot of the essence of the mainland.
Five hundred thousand grams means five hundred thousand acres of cultivated land.
There were more than 3,000 households of slaves, and each household was allocated 100 grams, which was one hundred acres of land.
On the plateau where the yield of highland barley is only about 100 kilograms per acre, even if the productivity is low, 100 acres of land is enough for a family to live a prosperous life.
Yaks, sheep, grain seeds, farm tools, and houses were also distributed on a large scale, allowing this group of penniless serfs to have the means of production to continue their lives.
In this regard, Zhu Cunqu did not stop the pace of reform.
For 2,000 households of serfs, he directly adopted the system on the grasslands, and then mixed it with the Baojia system of the Central Plains to implement the 100-household system with plateau characteristics.
The head of each household is the head of the household, and ten households are called a Jia, who is the head of the Jia.
Then Shijia was designated as a hundred-household district, and a hundred-household chief responsible for administration, a judicial judge, and a deputy hundred-household responsible for military affairs were established.
On the top of the Hundred Households, there is the Qianhu District. The Qianhu District is also responsible for administration, the Intermediate Officer is responsible for justice, and the Deputy Qianhu District is responsible for military defense.
This self-similar military bureaucracy is very suitable for plateau areas that are still under serfdom.
As for those above a thousand households, naturally they are not tens of thousands of households, but clans.
This is the clan-based system implemented by the fourth Dalai Lai, and clans are naturally equivalent to counties.
Therefore, within a sect, the zonbun is naturally responsible for administration, the chief magistrate is responsible for justice, and the ruben is responsible for military affairs.
From the grassroots to the clan, the three parties share power and check and balance each other.
Because Dorje once studied with the young master, he was more alert and valued, and became one of the five thousand households.
With his cleverness, in less than half a month, he was able to speak Chinese in a decent manner, at least Zhu Cunqu could understand it.
This makes people look at it differently.
Zhu Cunqu met with this Qianhu and asked about the implementation of the 100-household system.
Dorje naturally boasted: "After His Highness's policy was promulgated, the serfs owned their own land and were no longer enslaved by the nobles. They were all happy and set up longevity cards for Your Highness at home..."
"It's just that, Your Highness, although you have given everyone food for the winter, you don't know the taxes you should pay next year!"
Looking at the cautious Dorje, Zhu Cunqu also thought this was a good question, so he asked directly.
"What do you think?"
"Your Highness, in the past, the nobles would take away half of the grain, leaving only the seeds and highland barley that was barely enough for food and clothing. Now you have given everyone freedom, and 50% is appropriate..."
"No, this is too much!" Zhu Cunqu shook his head.
If those civil servants knew about this, they would be impeached and die, and a cruel and unkind label would be put on their heads.
He walked pacing, and after considering the pressure of supporting the bureaucrats, he slowly said: "For every gram (1 mu) of land, let's collect one gram of highland barley!"
Judging from the output of one hundred catties per mu, this tax is about 30%. Although it is still very high, it is much better than those of the nobles.
Coupled with the means of production and land provided, it can be said to be a kindness.
"But the tax will be half tax next year and restored the year after that."
"Your Highness is as kind-hearted as the Bodhisattva in the temple!"
Dorje hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and then started shouting.
His long life as a slave had made his knees accustomed to kneeling on the ground.
One gram of land and one gram of grain, although this was considered to collect taxes to support the yamen, but in fact it was for the sake of simplicity and ease of understanding, thereby mitigating future exploitation by officials.
Easier to remember.
After leaving the temple, Dorje returned home.
As a newly promoted official, he was sought after by everyone, which made him feel elated.
"Master Dorje, you haven't married a woman yet, right? What do you think of my daughter?"
"Master Dorje, my family has cooked goat milk..."
There were many people greeting me along the way, from being reserved at the beginning to being open now.
Everyone starts to be human again, everything is so novel.
You don’t have to walk with your head down, you don’t have to be afraid of dogs, you don’t have to worry about your wife and daughter being bullied at any time, and you don’t have to worry about your head falling to the ground and being sacrificed to the Buddha and the temple at any time.
Dorje was so proud that he felt like a noble.
Until he met a lama on the way.
"Hey, Dorje, a humble serf has become a master, but you still can't change your humble soul!"
The lama chuckled lightly, without any fear. He mocked unscrupulously: "Even if you become the head of a hundred households, you must obey the lama's orders. Don't forget!"
After saying that, he ignored Dorje, who was bowing his head and said nothing, and left directly, just like passing a weed or a hare.
The so-called lama chai refers to serfs who are obligated to go to the temple to perform corvee services, such as carrying water, chopping firewood, wiping floors, cooking, etc.
Dorje raised his head, his face flushed.
How majestic he was just now, how embarrassed he is now.
Even a young monk can criticize him.
In his eyes, he, the head of a hundred households, was still a serf with no dignity at all.
The pride of these days is like a bucket of cold water poured on it.
"Why are these lamas so high and mighty?"
Dorje clenched his fists and his brain was filled with anger. The words he had been taught by His Highness the Crown Prince before were reverberating in his mind:
The temple of the temple, the yamen of the yamen.
If monks violate the precepts and participate in too many worldly affairs, the Dharma will become impure!
"The lama only serves the Buddha, and the only one who controls the people is officials like me."
"Why are they so superior?"
"When will they bow to me?"
Dorje squinted his eyes and embarked on the way home. He thought a lot and pondered a lot along the way.
After Dorje left, Zhu Cunqu continued to think in Tashilun Monastery, in the study of Dalai Lama, without any scruples.
In other words, Darai's identity makes him, the prince, even more majestic.
The looting of Qiong Jieba's family left him with more than 100,000 shi of food and tens of thousands of taels of gold, making him rich all of a sudden.
At the same time, the liberated serfs also carefully selected thousands of soldiers.
The grateful serfs have a strong sense of support and are a good sword.
It is precisely for this reason that it is time to wield this sharp sword against the Houzang (Shigatse) region.
"The nobles of Lhasa are chilling and have lost their leader. They cannot compete with me!"
"We need to quickly and thoroughly cleanse the great nobles in the back!"
Zhu Cunqu thought over and over again and started to win over the small and medium-sized nobles.
Among the hundreds of nobles on the plateau, there is also the 80-20 rule.
The big nobles have hundreds of thousands of acres of land, while the small nobles have a few thousand or tens of thousands of acres, which is huge.
Therefore, for the remaining 200,000 acres of land and a large amount of mountainous land, apart from part of it being left to the yamen as official land, most of it was awarded to some small nobles.
And this comes at a price: reporting on three other big nobles in Houzang.
In this way, the conflict between him and the big nobles immediately evolved into the conflict between the big nobles and the small nobles.
As for the little nobles who disobey, then if the head of the family is changed, there will definitely be someone who is willing.
Zhu Cunqu chuckled: "Back then, Gushi Khan gave a reward of 130,000 households in Tibetan areas to Da Lai, so now I have to take it back in person!"
"Father, I will give you a true kingdom of Buddha!"
With a plan in mind, he immediately became much more determined about plateau reforms.
For a time, a bloody storm broke out in the Houzang area.
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As time goes by, autumn gradually leaves, and winter comes to the entire northern hemisphere.
But for the equatorial regions, it is still summer or the dry season.
A large ship worth three thousand materials was sailing listlessly on the sea. The endless waves of the sea were constantly beating against the deck from time to time.
The sails of the ship were raised, revealing a touch of white in the blue.
The lookout hand, as nimble as a skinny monkey, kept looking at the top of the mast. Suddenly, he got off the mast with great agility and shouted:
"Land discovered, land discovered!"
Suddenly, the entire deck was filled with people, and countless sailors who were seriously ill looked longingly into the distance, as if they had just taken blue pills.
"Little monkey, how far is the land?"
At this time, the captain, whose face was covered with tendrils, his hair was seriously parted, and he had dark circles under his eyes, grabbed the lookout hand and asked impatiently.
"Captain, it's about thirty miles."
The lookout hand was no more than five feet two inches tall. He was as thin as a monkey, with quite big eyes. He held a telescope in his hand and said excitedly:
"We will definitely arrive today!"
The onlookers cheered.
Even the serious captain was beaming with joy: "Brothers, work harder, I'm going to vomit after eating fish, I need to improve the food!"
"If we can get here today, we don't want to spend the night at sea. If anyone is lazy, I don't mind if he has multiple buttholes to defecate—"
In an instant, the lazy ship immediately became energetic, and the sailors paddled earnestly. With the help of the wind, they arrived at the island in almost half an hour.
The moment we set foot on the beach, everyone cheered.
But after searching around, I couldn't find any ponds or running water here.
"Damn it, I'm sure your worship of Mazu is not sincere!"
Du Long cursed angrily, and the sailors could only enjoy the shade under the shade of the trees.
After scolding his mouth dry, the thin monkey on the lookout jumped up and said: "Captain, I caught a glimpse of an island not far away from the top of the mountain!"
"Mom, go, I don't believe it!"
Du Long took a group of sailors and finally arrived at this larger island.
The plants are lush, coconuts can be seen everywhere on the beach, and you can tell at a glance that there is a lot of water.
Sure enough, a clear spring was found on the top of the mountain.
The group cried with joy.
Du Long wiped away tears and his eyes were moist.
It's not easy for him.
Although Qi has made a lot of money from mining in recent years, the importance of sea trade is self-evident.
For the emerging Qi State, although many scattered small islands in the north are worthy of development due to the boundary with Luzon, they are too narrow.
The country of Sulu alone is too small.
Besides, the Dutch Spice Islands are so tempting, why wouldn’t Qi want to take a share of the pie?
In this way, with the support of the King of Qi, a large ship with 3,000 materials loaded with supplies and a hundred people immediately headed south.
It is their mission to find islands with resources and humans at the same time.
It's easy to do it if you have resources, but if you don't have people, it's all in vain.
It’s impossible to transport people thousands of miles away to develop it, right?
It is natural to enslave the local natives.
In this way, they first came to the Spice Islands, saw a large number of ships transporting spices, and then found a guide and headed west.
Because there is a legend that there is a big island there, which is almost a continent.
There were people exploring it one after another, but the Dutch East India Company was limited by manpower and material resources, and was eager for trade, so it was not interested in the large island with no trading characteristics.
The Dutch, who were short of manpower, did not want to colonize there.
This made Du Long and others overjoyed.
Turn the boat around and head north, then continue east.
A series of large islands appeared, which made them mistakenly think it was that big island, but it was all an illusion.
As I continued to move forward along the big island, then around to the south, I lost my direction.
The big island is gone.
It's easy to get lost in the vast ocean.
The lack of supplies made the sailors in a trance.
Then they were forced to return west, and they discovered islands one after another.
Although it was fragmented, it was sustained in the end.
This time, after a seven-day voyage and with fresh water resources about to run out, a new island was finally discovered.
After replenishing water resources, everyone picked a lot of fruits and played happily for a day before returning to the boat and continuing westward.
Although the direction was correct, Du Long had a bad premonition.
The islands along the way are so sparse and completely different from when they went there. The journey is different, but it doesn't need to be so different, right?
It is a pity that such doubts cannot be expressed, otherwise, the newly boosted military morale may immediately collapse.
The ship traveled for another ten days. This time there was still plenty of fresh water, but the food was almost exhausted.
They need to find islands with abundant supplies and people as soon as possible to grab enough food.
Everyone felt the scorching sun and huddled inside the boat, listless.
At this time, the only one who can cheer up is the watchman monkey.
Day after day he climbed up the mast and looked through his telescope.
At this time, he suddenly screamed: "Land, real land!"
For a moment, the sailors swarmed onto the deck again.
Du Long heard the difference in the voice: "Little monkey, what does land mean? Isn't this an island?"
"The head is not an island, it is land. As far as I can see, there is no edge. It is extremely vast. Even if it is an island, it is still a big island!"
The skinny monkey said energetically: "There must be someone up there. We can eat meat and white rice!"
At this time, everyone couldn't help but swallow, and then rowed the oars vigorously.
It only took an hour for the ship to arrive at this large island.
A big island that doesn't look like an island at all.