Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters break into the South China Sea
It was already dark, and Gu Laoer finished his day's work and walked home from the textile factory.
At this time, Fanjiazhuang was completely different from the small town it was originally. Now Fanjiazhuang has a population of nearly 300,000, making it a proper big city. After several expansions, the textile factory has moved to the new city in the south of the city, two meters away from Gu Laoer's villa. It's a long journey. It takes Gu Laoer twenty minutes to walk from the factory where he works to his home.
When passing by the vegetable market, Gu Laoer bought a basket of twenty eggs and carried it in his hand.
"Let's follow the prince to explore the world and slowly see the prosperity of the world..."
Gu Laoer hummed a recently circulated hook song and walked slowly home. He now has a well-off family and has five children. In terms of career, although he is not an executive in a textile factory, he is still a supervisor in charge of children. With no worries about food and clothing, he felt that his life was very successful and he felt happy every day after getting up.
Even when he was so busy in the factory, he was still smiling.
When he walked to the entrance of the alley, Gu Laoer saw his eldest son Gu Weisheng and two neighbors squatting there and talking. The three of them held "Tianjin Daily" in their hands and looked excited on their faces.
Gu Laoer walked up and asked: "Wang Yun, Cheng Zhongdao, is there anything strange in the newspaper today?"
Although Wang Yun and Cheng Zhongdao came to Fanjiazhuang early, they were never able to enter Li Zhi's factory to work. Both of them worked for merchants in the city to earn some monthly money. Although at the beginning, their monthly money and customer service were not enough. The second child is almost the same, but over the past ten years, the gap has gradually widened.
After Gu Lao Er became a supervisor in the factory, his income suddenly increased a lot, and his monthly income far exceeded that of Wang and Cheng. And after Gu Lao Er was assigned to the fields in Liaodong, his farm income even exceeded his monthly income. , the annual income is easily one hundred taels, making Wang and Cheng unable to compare.
A high income means a high status. In the small alley where Gu Lao Er's house is located, the neighbors all think highly of Gu Lao Er.
When they saw Gu Lao Er coming, they stood up and said, "Brother Gu, the prince has given an order to mobilize people from one town and eight provinces to Luzon to develop the Luzon Islands."
Gu Laoer nodded, he had expected this for a long time. The prince sent Zhennan Bo to capture Luzon, so he naturally wanted to encourage the people to enrich those islands. Otherwise, only the Malay natives would live on the islands. Is this considered my Ming Dynasty’s land?
Gu Laoer nodded, shook his head, and said: "We, the people in Fanjiazhuang, are the richest people. How can there be any reason to go to Nanyang to open up wasteland? I think the people in Jianghuai Province who should be mobilized are those who are struggling to have enough food and clothing. of the poor.”
Wang and Cheng looked at each other for a while, and finally Wang Yun said: "Brother Gu, what you said makes sense. The two of us have been hesitating here."
"But the prince said in the newspaper that not only the common people of Jianghuai Province are needed to serve as farmers in Luzon, but also the literate people like us in Fanjiazhuang are needed to be grassroots organizers."
"The newspaper said that if white people from Jianghuai Province go to Luzon, each person will be given twenty acres of paddy field. But if literate people from Tianjin and Shandong go to Luzon and pass the prince's simple test, they can become a li chief or a Jia. Each person will be given fifty acres of flat, good land."
Cheng Zhongdao clicked his tongue and said, "Hey, dear, fifty acres, that's good land that can be easily developed into paddy fields. How much is the annual land rent? I only earn more than fifty taels of silver a year working as a waiter in a restaurant. Income. Fifty acres of paddy field, based on the lowest calculation, earns one and a half dan per acre. If rented to tenant farmers at 50% of the land rent, the land rent income in that year will be more than 80 taels of silver."
"If I plant twenty acres of it myself, my income will exceed one hundred taels."
Hearing Cheng Zhongdao's words, Gu Lao'er was also a little stunned. Even Gu Lao'er, the factory manager, only earns more than ninety taels of silver a year. He went to Luzon to work as a liar, and he earned more than eighty taels of silver in one fell swoop.
The land rent income is much more cost-effective than doing odd jobs in Fanjiazhuang.
Gu Laoer thought for a while and asked: "However, everyone who went to Luzon was assigned land, so where can they find tenant farmers to cultivate these fifty acres of paddy fields?"
Wang Yun said: "Brother Gu, this is what the newspaper said. After Luzon was merged into our town and eight provinces, all the land ownership of the Malays in Luzon was deprived. In addition to their own residential land, the Malays
Besides, they no longer own any other productive land. So from now on, these Malays can only work as tenant farmers for us Han people."
Hearing Wang Yun's words, Gu Laoer was stunned. He did not expect that the prince would be so fierce and completely deprive the Malays of all their land at once.
But it is also true that if the Malays are not deprived of the wasted land, how can the advanced Han people develop the Luzon Islands?
"Those who are allocated 20 acres of paddy fields can farm 20 acres themselves and do not need to hire Malays as tenant farmers. Those who are village farmers can naturally hire Malays. The village farmers can farm 20 acres themselves.
If you rent another 30 acres, your income will be very high in a year."
Gu Laoer thought for a while and said: "The Malays are very backward in technology and are still at the level of slash-and-burn farming. The land is vast and sparsely populated. It is naturally a good place for us Han people to develop farmland in the Luzon Islands. It's just that the Malays have always hated Luzon Islands.
When the Han people developed new fields in the Song Dynasty, if the Han immigrants and the local indigenous people competed for it, there would probably be bloodshed."
Cheng Zhongdao said: "Brother Gu, the newspaper also said that there may be this risk. However, the prince has also made corresponding arrangements. Each person who goes to Luzon to open up wasteland will be given a steel knife. The li chief and the armor chief can pay the cost.
I’ll buy a standard rifle from the prince for the price, with fifty rounds of ammunition.”
"In the future, the village chief in Luzon will not only be the village chief, but also an officer of the militia. He will organize the villagers to suppress the Malay counterattack. The Malay culture is very backward. The newspaper said that the Malays can never be productive.
The land can only be used as tenant farmers and laborers for the Han people."
"In the future, there will be three castes in Luzon. The Han people are the upper caste and the Malays are the lower caste. If a Han and a Malay woman give birth to a mixed-race child, the mixed-race child will be a middle caste. The Malay population on Luzon is very small
, we Han people will make up the majority of the local population after they immigrate. From now on, the task of the village chiefs and Jia chiefs will be to organize the dominant Han people to suppress the smaller Malays."
Gu Laoer nodded after hearing what the two said.
Wang Yun asked Gu Laoer: "Brother Gu, do you think we can go to Luzon?"
Gu Laoer was not a person with ideas. He touched his beard and hesitated: "This...I can't explain clearly..."
Wang Yun and Cheng Zhongdao were originally thinking about asking Gu Lao Er, the most influential person in the alley, to give him an idea, but they didn't expect that Gu Lao Er was not sure either. The two looked at each other and were very disappointed.
Gu Weisheng, the son of Gu Laoer, said loudly: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Cheng, why are you still hesitating? You only earn fifty taels a year now. If you go there, your income will double. Do you still need to think about it?"
Wang Yun said: "The eldest son of the Gu family, but none of us have ever practiced martial arts. What if we can't suppress the Malays?"
Gu Weisheng laughed loudly, as if he heard a funny joke, and said: "If you can't fight, you can escape, and then go to Manila to find Zhennan Bo's soldiers and horses to suppress the Malays. The Malays are so backward, how can they be defeated?"
Can you defeat the soldiers of the Tiger Army?"
"I don't think the Malays are a tough nation. In my opinion, when they saw the rifles of the li long and the armor long, they would all tremble."
Wang Yun and Cheng Zhongdao's eyes lit up after hearing Gu Weisheng's words.
Gu Laoer had no idea, but Gu Weisheng was a decisive person.
"What Mr. Gu is saying makes sense. He is worthy of being a middle school graduate and going to be an official."
