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Chapter 62: Facing the Wind

Zhang Heng's conversation with Song Yang broadened his horizons.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he believed Song Yang's words to the fullest.

Zhang Heng believed that Song Yang would not deceive him about the land.

Because even if he does not agree with the land distribution plan, if Song Yang enforces it.

He had no choice but to make an appointment.

So after returning to his residence, he thought deeply about it and determined that Song Yang wanted to use his idea.

As for whether to reuse it, it all depends on your ability.

Of course, it also depends on your performance in the future.

The prerequisite for this is to be able to successfully serve as Pengze County Magistrate.

"call!"

Zhang Heng exhaled heavily and lay on the bed, falling into Chen Si.



Although Zhang Heng left the prince's small courtyard.

Song Yang also had some changes in his mentality because of this conversation.

In his original idea, the landlord class should be completely eliminated.

The previous land allocation policy was only briefly discussed with Yu Ming and Fang Zhe.

The two of them had no objections.

Because they don’t have land and are not the landlord class.

Fang Zhe is the long history of the palace, and his rank is equivalent to that of a prefect, but he has no actual power at all.

Yu Ming was in a similar situation. He was originally just a general, and his family only had fifty or sixty acres of land.

Song Yang's land allocation policy was based on head count. After he got married, it wouldn't be a hundred acres.

But after Zhang Heng's incident, Song Yang came to his senses.

Not all of his subordinates were special officials like Fang Zhe and Yu Ming.

Not all of them are ordinary people.

Even now, most of the management class in Jiangzhou are people from the old bureaucracy.

For example, Qiao Jinglong, Liu Huairen, etc.

Although they are county magistrates, their families are also landlords with large amounts of land.

Whether Song Yang's land distribution policy can be implemented still depends on these people.

Do we have to deal with them the same way we dealt with Zhang Heng?

They are already the chief executive of the same place, so this method may not be feasible.

And these people may not be as ambitious as Zhang Hengda.

No matter how big the outside world is, it has nothing to do with them.

Song Yang thought for a while: "It seems that we need to think of a land reform plan that is more suitable for this era!"

Breaking the inherent system cannot completely solve the problem.

Because there is no new system that is more suitable for the times to take over, and there is no absolutely powerful strength to suppress everything.

Blind change will only cause the situation to become more chaotic.

Song Yang gradually woke up and began to close his eyes and meditate.

At the same time, he was also looking through the encyclopedia, hoping to find some historical records and inspire some useful things.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."

Unconsciously, Song Yang sat in the yard for another hour, and it was already dusk.

Xiaoqian smiled and walked out of the room, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh? It's time to eat. If you don't tell me I'm not hungry, I will really be hungry if you tell me." Song Yang covered his stomach and laughed.

It was noon when I came back from Ruichang, and I had two people on the horse for lunch.

After coming back, I chatted a lot with Yu Ming, then looked at the development status of the camp, and finally met with Zhang Heng.

This day can be described as busy.

Today's dinner is the first meal since coming back.

Yu Ming and Fang Zhe didn't even think about taking up Song Yang's private time.

Tong Qian has been waiting for the prince for a month!

I didn't expect that as soon as the prince came back, Tong Qian's leeks, kidneys and other things were arranged.

Fang Zhe and Yu Ming did not dare to delay the prince's business.

So they each confessed and left early.

Song Yang took Tong Qian into the house, saying that this was the first time he had come in since he came back.

I spent the entire afternoon talking to Fang Zhe, Yu Ming, and Zhang Heng in the courtyard.

I was too busy to come in and take a look.

After entering the house, Song Yang felt his eyes light up.

"The decoration in the room is quite elegant, Xiaoqian is thoughtful." Song Yang said with a smile.

In his shabby house, there was only a makeshift bed made of broken wood, a broken table and a bamboo stool.

Although it still looks like an adobe house from the outside, inside it is already as small as a sparrow and has all the internal organs.

As soon as I entered the door, there was a pretty good-looking desk beside the door.

There is a set of Four Treasures of the Study on the desk.

There is a carved wardrobe next to the bed inside, and there is a small dressing table next to the wardrobe.

In addition, the original makeshift wooden bed was replaced with a four-poster lacquered large bed.

In the middle of the hut, there is a small table and two small stools.

There are three dishes and one soup on the table at the moment.

Delicious food is steaming hot.

Song Yang looked at the furniture. There were traces of fire on the corners of the bed and scratches on the wardrobe.

Apparently they were all scavenged from the ruins of the city.

But after Xiaoqian's decoration, this shabby adobe house looks like a home.

Song Yang was very happy. From the natural disaster to now, he no longer had to live in a shabby house.

In the camp before, we either built houses or were quarantined.

Later this month I was running around even more, and sometimes I wished I could stop everything.

Now that he saw the cozy cabin, Song Yang was really a little excited.

"Your Majesty, these are all sent by Master Yu. We found a lot of useful furniture in the city, and most of the people got some."

Xiaoqian said to Song Yang with a sweet smile.

She was afraid that Song Yang would say that she was specializing.

But Song Yang didn't have this idea at all, and the furniture didn't show anything special.

Some ingenious people have even used similar furniture in their homes.

"Xiaoqian, thank you! Having you help me with housework saves me a lot of energy." Song Yang said sincerely, taking Tong Qian's little hand.

"What did the prince say? These are all slaves' business!"

"My lord, as long as you like it!"

Tong Qian's face turned red.

I never thought that the prince would thank her so solemnly.

"I like it! Of course I like it! And I like you little girl more than these furniture!"

Song Yang said, then hugged Tong Qian and walked to the bed.

"Ouch! Your Majesty, put me down quickly, the food is getting cold."

In view of Tong Qian's struggle, Song Yang could only let her go temporarily.

After all, leek and eggs, stir-fried kidneys, and braised donkey meat in soy sauce are energy delicacies that you cannot live up to.

Finally, Song Yang also allowed these energy delicacies to fully play their due role.



"My lord, can you take Xiaoqian with you next time you go out?"

"In the past month, Xiaoqian has been very lonely and scared."

In the dead of night, Tong Qian lay on Song Yang's chest and said quietly.

"Don't worry. I won't be going out anytime soon."

"And I promise you that I will take you with me when I go out again."

Song Yang stroked Tong Qian's hair and said.

"Hook!"

Tong Qian stretched out her jade hand in front of Song Yang.

"What kind of hook are you pulling! How can I, the majestic Prince Daqian, deceive this little girl?"

Song Yang has a stern face and a bit of machismo.

"It seems that you didn't realize how powerful I am just now!"

Song Yang turned over and roared in a low voice as his posture changed:

"Face Hayate!"


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