Ming Zuo

Chapter 512 The Land of the Extreme North
The Dongjiang rebels are like rampaging bulls, destroying everything they pass by.

Especially the aloof vassal, in the eyes of the rebels, he is no more noble than ordinary people.

The fact that Heng Fan was killed was just what the new army needed.

From entering Qingzhou City, the new army began to receive all assets belonging to Heng Fan.

Among them, Zuo Menggeng's favorite is undoubtedly the land.

In an agricultural society, land is definitely the most important means of production.

And food is the basis for all undertakings.

The original territory of the new army has more and more people, and the original land is no longer able to support so many people.

This time receiving Heng Fan's inheritance will be of great help to agricultural production.

In addition to Gongduan, the mayor of Qingzhou City, Fu Zhuo, the general manager of Dongchang Agricultural Reclamation Group, was responsible for this matter.

"Commander, according to statistics, we have received a total of more than [-] hectares of Heng Fan's land this time."

When reporting, Fu Zhuo's heart was pounding.

Knowing that these vassal kings have a lot of land in their hands, but after he really figured it out, he was still taken aback.

Don't talk about him, Zuo Menggeng is the same.

According to statistics in the early Ming Dynasty, the entire Qingzhou Prefecture had [-] hectares of land.

In other words, the Hengfan family alone accounted for nearly half of them.

"Why so many?"

Zuo Menggeng was frightened and at the same time became suspicious.

He remembered that at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the kings of Fu, Shu and Lu who owned the most land did not seem to have so many.

"These lands are not all under the name of the Heng Fan, but also include the branches of the Heng Fan. Looking at the Heng Fan alone, it seems to be acceptable, but if you count all the clan members of the Heng Fan, that's all."

Fu Zhuo explained.

"All the land of Hengfan not only includes Qingzhou Prefecture, but even the entire Shandong Province."

Zuo Menggeng took the list, and only after reading it did he realize that these pigs in Old Zhu's family are really capable of giving birth.

From a single Hengfan, branches such as King Yutian, King Xinle, King Gaotang, King Qidong, King Ningyang, and King Shaoling were derived.

Every time a descendant is born, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty will reward the land.

Time after time, little by little, everything adds up, and in the end it becomes a shocking number.

In addition, these vassal kings are greedy, not only greedy themselves, but also instructing in-laws and servants to enclose the land in their name.

In other words, the numbers clearly recorded in the history books are probably just the tip of the iceberg.

After all, many of the people who wrote the historical materials were scholars, and they had no ability to investigate clearly.

It's different when it comes to the new army.

According to the map, follow the clues, plus torture and review, the mouse hole can be dug three times,

As a result, all the land belonging to the Hengfan family was pulled out, and what was presented to Zuo Menggeng was a very terrifying number.

"Look at these moths. A huge country has been sucked dry of flesh and blood. Countless people are weeping and weeping for blood, but they are full of fat intestines. Aren't you afraid of being killed like pigs in the end?"

Fu Zhuo was equally angry.

"In the past, our family was reviled, and our scholars were blamed for state affairs. Only now do we know that it is precisely these relatives and relatives who have really ruined the Ming Dynasty."

Zuo Menggeng snorted coldly in his heart, saying that scholars like you might not be any better than feudal lords.

But right now these progressive scholars are his allies, so naturally there is no need to add more details.

"Decree that all Zhu clan vassals in my territory, who are above the general of the auxiliary country and own more than [-] mu of land, will be expelled."

Through a Heng Fan, Zuo Menggeng finally became ruthless and wanted to clean up the Zong Fan in the territory.

Just one Heng Fan has released tens of thousands of hectares of land. If it is all cleaned up, how much will it be?
Among other things, this sum of wealth alone would make anyone cruel.

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In Shandong at the end of February, the spring breeze is already blowing, and the earth is full of vitality.

But in the extreme north, at this time, the world is still frozen and the snow is boundless.

On the south bank of the Songhua River, the territory of Fusimuwei has now changed its owner.

The tense collection and distribution of property is continuing, and people on the journey of thousands of miles are also trying to rest as much as possible.

Hiding in the deepest part of the tent, although the brazier was very hot, General Wu still felt cold hands and feet.

But he didn't relax, but wrote something with a pen and paper.

Footsteps came, and soon a figure came in and sat beside him.

"Mr. Wu, you have been trekking for days and suffered a lot of casualties. Why don't you rest for a few days and then decide where to go?"

Zhang Chun looked at the rough and scruffy young man in front of him with complicated eyes, and he could no longer connect with the personable manner when he first saw him.

There is no way, no one can care about demeanor after traveling thousands of miles in the ice and snow, after several lives and deaths.

In this complex team, he and this young man were both Han Chinese, but it was obvious that they were not in the same group.

In today's team, to be precise, it should be regarded as a four-legged team.

Jurchens like Mang Gurtai, Mang Guji, and Leng Sengji were in the same group as the Aohan Mongols, he was in the same group as Hei Yunlong, and the Han people from Shandong like Wu Jiang and Liang Fa were in the same group.

And the tribes incorporated along the way can also be regarded as a group.

Because in the continuous battles, some of these people have already stood out, and they have to be rewarded.

"No. Tomorrow at the latest, we must cross the river."

General Wu didn't raise his head, but his attitude was very firm.

Zhang Chun had to remind: "Everyone has a lot of grievances."

General Wu snorted.

"Think that everything will be fine if Huang Taiji won't come after him for a while? How long will the Songhua River thaw? Who can guarantee it? Don't forget, there is Sahalian Ula in the north. Only after passing Sahalian Ula can we be considered secure. Place."

Deep in the desperate situation, General Wu's nerves were always tense.

Even though preparations had been made for the spooky weather in Liaodong when it came, it was discovered after the actual experience that it was almost like ghosts in the underworld.

If he hadn't listened to the local Jurchen's story, General Wu would even suspect that there is really a time when spring flowers bloom in this kind of place?
Will there be snow all year round?
After starting from Kaiyuan, this team began to kill all the way.

All the tribes encountered on the road were completely wiped out by them.

Those who surrendered were taken away, and the nobles were executed.The seized property was distributed equally, and the food supply was centralized.

Unexpectedly, he quickly won the loyalty of the captives.

It is true that the savages and Jurchens of this era are living a very hard life.

Not only had to endure the plunder and oppression of the Jianzhou Jurchen, but also the exploitation of the tribal nobles.Moreover, the savage Jurchens are not fully civilized, and they are not familiar with farming, so they live entirely by fishing and hunting.

So a little pitiful output is not enough to satisfy the enjoyment of Jianzhou Jurchen and tribal lords.

For this reason, many people starve to death every year.

As a result, under the hands of this army, property can still be distributed, and food is provided fairly.For the captives, it was a fairy-like day.

Therefore, even though they have to trek in the ice and snow, they are still loyal and follow closely, and every time they fight, they just want to get more rewards.

As a result, after more than two months of continuous journey, they ran all the way to Fusimuwei, which was not far from the Heilongjiang they were going to cross.

(End of this chapter)