"You don't want to start another Yellow Turban Rebellion, do you?" Guo Jia, Xi Zhicai and others looked at each other, and everyone couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
After a while, Xi Zhi shook his head and said, "This plan may not be feasible."
"It has only been more than ten years since the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Regardless of whether the people of the Central Plains have forgotten it, at least those aristocratic families will not forget it. Moreover, they have extremely tight control over the local area. It will be easy to be discovered if this thing is spread."
"In addition, those big aristocratic families were behind the Yellow Turban Rebellion back then, and they must have been prepared. Even if the Yellow Turban Rebellion started, it would be quickly put out by them."
"It won't cause any fatal harm to them."
The corner of Wang Xuan's mouth raised slightly, clearly showing his disdain for Xi Zhicai's evaluation, "Then it can only be said that the three Zhang Jiao brothers are not good enough. A peasant uprising completely ruined them."
"Peasant uprisings in history all gathered together to burn, kill, and loot. There was no need to think about it. A group of farmers who had just put down their hoes, well, most of them hadn't even put down their hoes. How could they possibly fight against those professional soldiers?
Isn’t it only a matter of time before we put it out?”
"The advantages of the peasant uprising were not brought into play at all. We used our own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points. It would be strange if we did not fail."
"In addition, there is no core program, organizational form, or struggle strategy from beginning to end. How can it not fail?"
"But this thing is a big killer. I really don't want to let it out. It's not a problem to overthrow those aristocratic families in the Central Plains, but the problem is that it will also hurt us."
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Half a month later, Yanzhou, Jiyin County, and Chengyang County.
In a village not far from Leize Lake, Li Zheng and a dozen soldiers were standing on the threshing floor of the village. In front of them were more than 400 villagers in the village.
"There is a war going on in the border area with the tyrants, and everyone must know it." Li Zheng shouted loudly. The villagers below looked at him with numb expressions, but no one said a word.
Of course they knew about the war, and they paid another "killing tax" for this, which made their already difficult life even more difficult.
"Due to the urgent battle on the front line, King Wei issued an order to further increase the number of troops. This time, thirty strong men from our village will be transferred to participate in the war. We must prepare our own weapons."
"What, we're going to be drafted again?" One of the villagers, an old man in his sixties, couldn't help shouting, "Didn't you just be drafted for forced labor some time ago?"
This was the case with the military system of the Han Dynasty. Men were obliged to perform military service from the age of 23, and were divided into central "guard" soldiers and "garrison" soldiers in border counties, who served in the original place.
In addition to military service, there was also forced service. However, over a long period of time, military service was gradually abolished. Especially after Guangwu, local county soldiers were abolished, and of course "service" did not exist.
However, this does not exist in terms of central policy. In local areas, military service has not been abolished, but has changed from serving the country to serving local wealthy families, including forced labor.
Whether it is military service or forced labor, the harm to each family is huge. Not only does it not have any wages, but the loss of a strong laborer in the family often brings the family that is a tenant farmer to the verge of collapse.
As a result, another local response method has been developed. If a family in the village has a child, then the family without a child will be responsible for the household's work, so as to stay together and survive the crisis.
In this village, thirty strong men were sent out to participate in the military service a while ago, and they have not returned yet. Another thirty strong men have to be sent out, which is really unbearable for the villagers.
After all, the rent cannot be reduced even if the rent is reduced. However, if 20% of the population's strong labor force is lost, it will inevitably affect the cultivation of the land. When the harvest is reduced, people will starve to death.
Well, people still starve to death every year now.
"Old man Sun, what do you think?" Li Zheng immediately became angry when he heard someone questioned, "This military service and force service are regulations of the imperial court. You still want to disobey!"
"In the past, my master took care of you and tried to keep you out of trouble. But now that the country is in crisis, it's time for you to serve our master."
"Don't forget who gave you the chance to live!"
"If you don't know how to repay your kindness, and you are always so arrogant that you plant your land in vain, then don't blame me for kicking you out!"
"We paid the land rent!" Lao Suntou continued to argue. If his four sons were drafted for military service again, it would be his family's turn this time. Military service is not forced labor. In war, the mortality rate is extremely high.
There is no pension, and his death will be in vain.
What he didn't know was that all the previous soldiers had been filled in the city, and now all the corpses were reduced to ashes.
"Fart, whoever farms the land does not pay land rent, then why should the land be rented to you? This is the kindness of the master. You guys don't know how to be grateful and are full of nonsense. Why, if you don't want to farm the land, then get out of here.
!!" Li Zheng jumped up and down and roared, his expression extremely excited, as if he had been greatly wronged.
"Especially your old grandson, what's wrong with the birth of two of your four sons? It's hindering the continuation of the family lineage!"
"It's still the same thing, if you don't want to farm, then get out of here. If you want to do something that you don't have land to farm, Sun will ask you if you want to farm!" Li Zheng came to Old Man Sun in a few steps and spat out his saliva.
Old Sun has a stern look on his face.
Lao Suntou took two steps back angrily and looked at the family behind him. If he was kicked out at this time, the land he planted before would be in vain. If there is no harvest this year, the whole family will starve to death. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but
He sighed heavily, lowered his head and said: "Come out, I, I will come out!"
Huh! Li Zheng spat heavily, and then he walked back and forth like a victorious general, his eyes swept over everyone's face, and he shouted loudly: "Who else, just ask, still, there is,
who!"
"And me!" A voice suddenly came out.
Li Zheng was furious when he heard this, as if he was insulted, he pulled his neck and shouted loudly, "Who, that bastard, stand up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his feet leave the ground, and then he realized that his whole body was being lifted up by the collar behind his neck.
Li was struggling to look back and see who was so audacious, but after all, his neck was limited in ability and could not complete a 180-degree turn.
"Why do you want to see who I am?" Wang Xuan's voice came faintly from behind.
"How dare you let me look at you!" Li Zheng yelled while trying to grab Wang Xuan's arm.
"Okay, I like to help others the most, so I'll give you a hand." He reached out and grabbed Li Zheng's head and twisted it back.
Just hearing a click, Li Zheng's head turned 180 degrees. This time he finally saw who Wang Xuan was.
"Look, I fulfilled your request, why don't you thank me properly!"
"It's really rude not to say anything, don't you think so." With that said, Wang Xuan threw Li Zheng's body out, then turned to look at the dozen or so soldiers who were frightened by Guan Hai and others and said