The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 833 Do you want to court death?

However, Ding Yi's tax per mu is heavier than that of the Qing Dynasty, especially for those with a lot of fields, the more fields, the heavier the tax.

According to the new policy of the imperial court, [-]% for every [-] mu or more.

There are seven adult males in Zhao Zhilong's family, and he divided them into seven families wisely.

All over 2 mu of land was distributed.

But even so, each family has to pay [-]% of the heavy tax.

Because there are no slaves now, and they don't know how to plant themselves, they need to hire farmers to help them plant the land.

The former tenants all had contracts of sale in their hands to help them cultivate the land, and they only needed a small amount of grain to support them.

Now there are no tenants, and farmers need to be hired, and these farmers used to be their tenants. Each family was allocated dozens of acres of land, and they had to help Zhao Zhilong farm the fields. Generally, they were willing to receive [-]% of the income.

This means that [-]% of Zhao Zhilong's field has been lost.

Then, the consumption of seeds, cattle and agricultural tools, fertilizers and use, etc., are basically only about [-]% in hand.

You say that Zhao Zhilong is not popular, but Ying Tiancheng still has a lot of local tyrants like Zhao Zhilong.

In fact, they don't even think about it. Counting your [-] mu of land, you can produce two shi per mu, which means [-] shi. If you get [-]%, you will have [-] shi.

Your Zhao family used to raise hundreds of thousands of servants, but now there are only seven families with 30 to [-] people.

Isn't eighteen thousand stone enough to support two or thirty people?
This is the same life of the local tyrants, not to mention that they also have various shops in Yingtian that also earn income.

But people's hearts are not satisfied, Zhao Zhilong still feels dissatisfied with the court and Ding Yi.

In addition, Li Qiuhao, the prefect of Yingtianfu, was even more dissatisfied with Ding Yi and the court.

Li Qiuhao's family originally had more than 1 mu of land, but because of the abolition of the slave contract, he lost thousands of mu, leaving only more than 3000 mu in the end.

However, he was usually very harsh and mean to his servants. After the land was distributed, no one was willing to help their family farm.

There are only four adults in Li Qiuhao's family, himself, his father, and his two sons.

Father Lao Tzu, two sons are scholars, how can the whole family know how to farm?
What to do with more than 3000 mu of land?
The imperial court is divided into acres, and if you don't farm, you have to pay taxes according to the number of acres.

Li Qiuhao had no choice but to find people to help them farm, but now the labor force in Yingtian City is very popular, and the big families are looking for people to farm.

However, Li Qiuhao's official reputation is not good, and the people are not willing to help.

In the end, he still had more than 2000 acres of uncultivated land. In desperation, Li Qiuhao could only sell the land cheaply, and hated Ding Yi and the court even more in his heart.

Although Ding Yi raised his salary, for Li Qiuhao, Ding Yi touched the cake of the landlords and gentry, and he was still their biggest enemy.

On June 22, the exam is getting closer and closer.

Zhao Hu was walking furtively in the street, looking around from time to time.

Zhao Hu is Zhao Zhilong's servant. He used to follow Zhao Zhilong to do his best in Yingtian City, and he is Zhao Zhilong's confidant.

When the imperial court abolished slavery, Zhao Hu still showed his loyalty and did not divide the land, but continued to follow Zhao Zhilong.

Because he is used to this kind of idle life, if you ask him to divide [-] mu into farming, he will not know it at all.

Zhao Zhilong was quite happy, he felt that he was loyal and still supported him.

Now in Yingtian City, there are still many bastards like Zhao Hu.

They are used to being their master's dogs, but they don't want to farm for self-reliance. They still follow their masters and serve them.

Zhao Hu walked back and forth in the city, and soon came to a rice shop.

This is the shop of Li Qiuhao's family, the prefect of Yingtian Mansion, and it has been closed for two days.

He knocked on the door lightly three times, and soon someone inside asked, "Who is it?"

"Rat poison." Zhao Hu said.

The door slowly opened inside, and Zhao Hu stepped in.

There are two young and strong people inside, and they both look fierce.

"Where are the things?" Zhao Hu asked.

"This way." The two took Zhao Hu to the back, opened a package, and dropped several short daggers on the ground.

Zhao Hu picked it up and looked at it. They were all newly made daggers, which looked quite sharp.

He took a long cloth, rolled up a few daggers, held them in his arms, nodded to them and turned to leave.

In the early morning of June 25, scholars from the eight counties of Yingtian Prefecture began to gather at the 'Yingtian Education and Publicity Office' early in the morning.

There were people coming and going on the street, people everywhere, and other examinees also went to Yingtian Education and Publicity Office.

Scholars from all directions soon entered the main street near the Yingtian Education and Publicity Department like a torrent.

But at this moment, they suddenly realized that, rushing, rushing, a wave of armored soldiers in front came from the opposite side.

This group of armored soldiers was very murderous, and the formation was neat, which immediately startled the scholars.

Qian Qianyi, who was not young, was in the crowd, and he immediately waved his hand and said, "Don't be afraid, there is no such dynasty as the emperor. When the country was founded, it dared to kill scholars all over the world."

"Walk."

"Walk."

Under his encouragement, the scholars continued to move forward.

The armored soldiers on the opposite side ignored them, and continued walking along the streets on both sides, one team on each side.

There were other common people on the street, all pointing and pointing, and they were not afraid. After all, Ding Yi's soldiers and horses had ransacked homes and exterminated many times in Yingtian City, and they had never involved the common people.

The people are happy to watch all kinds of fun things happen.

There are also people talking about it, knowing that today is the imperial examination.

"Fan Tufu, I heard that your son is taking the exam today? Damn, he can't take the imperial examination because he doesn't know a single word?"

At a pork stall on the side of the street, several neighbors gathered around. They looked at the armored soldiers in the brigade, and at the flood of scholars in the middle of the street, and asked with a smile.

"Ba", a pig seller surnamed Fan, chopped a big bone with a knife, and scolded with a smile: "Why can't you take the test? Today's sages are wise, and they are widely-acquired talents-although my son is illiterate, he can raise pigs." .”

"Ah, you are still recruiting talents, where did you learn it, you can do it, Lao Fan."

"Your son is considered a genius, isn't my son a genius?"

"Shopkeeper Lin, has your son also taken the imperial examination?"

"No, no, my son didn't go." Next to the pork shop was a salt and sugar shop, the shopkeeper blushed and shook his head in denial.

Everyone burst into laughter. Shopkeeper Lin's son had obviously signed up. He was afraid that he would not pass the exam, so he deliberately said he didn't go.

Shopkeeper Lin's son has been buying salt and sugar from other places, and he knows how sugar and salt are produced. This time, he also applied for a small position in a bureau under the Department of Energy.

Shopkeeper Lin was actually very excited. His son had applied for a seventh-rank position in the Energy Bureau. If he passed the exam, his Lin family would be honored.

So since the morning, he has been thinking about his son and cheering for him.

"What are these scholars doing?" Suddenly someone said: "I heard that there are only more than 500 people who signed up this time. How can there be so many scholars?"

"What else can scholars do? If they are not convinced, there are officials from all walks of life. If scholars are not convinced, they will naturally want to make trouble."

"Bang" Butcher Fan slashed down heavily again: "Whoever dares to cause trouble and make my son fail the exam, I will chop him to death."

Their street is very close to the Department of Education and Publicity. After a while, they found that there were more scholars.

By around seven o'clock in the morning, more than 3000 scholars from the eight counties of Yingtian Prefecture had gathered at the gate of the Department of Education and Publicity.

They blocked the streets leading to the Department of Education and Publicity.

There will be about five paces of armored soldiers on both sides of the street, and there will be a row on the left and right, as if maintaining order, and a large number of scholars are in the middle of the street.

The armored soldiers looked at them quietly, and they were not afraid of the armored soldiers. Some even pointed and laughed at the armored soldiers for being motionless, like puppets.

Jiang Ning Counselor Zheng Wenbin stood at the door of the Department of Education and Propaganda with a serious face, behind him were two teams of about twenty armored soldiers guarding the door.

All the armored soldiers at the scene today carried long spears, broadswords, and shields. There were only twenty people behind him with flintlock guns and long knives around their waists.

The prefect Wu Weiye also stood at the door with a livid face.

At this time, the line of scholars was marching forward. Qian Qianyi, Chen Zhenhui and others stood in the front row, and stopped when they were less than 20 meters away from Zheng Wenbin and Wu Weiye.

"Stop." Zheng Wenbin finally spoke at this moment, he said sharply: "What are you trying to do? Rebellion?"

"Today's imperial examination, you quickly get out of the way, there are still a large number of candidates who have not yet arrived."

Chen Zhenhui glanced at Qian Qianyi, and said loudly: "We want the emperor to reform, such an imperial examination is unfair to the people of the world."

"It's not fair." Qian Qianyi also shouted behind him.

Then the crowd shouted wildly, injustice, injustice, injustice one after another.

"Is it unfair to the people of the world, or to the scholars?" Zheng Wenbin grinned grimly, "Yingtian City has 10 people, how many scholars have you come here today? Are you looking for death?"

Qian Qianyi roared angrily: "Do you know how many scholars there are in the world?"

A killing intent flashed in Zheng Wenbin's eyes, and he put one hand on the knife.

"General Zheng." Wu Weiye was in a hurry, and hurried forward: "Everyone, listen to my advice, the court still gives students a chance, this time there is no position, and I will take the exam next time. The difficulty now is generally much less than before. gone."

In the past, the Ming Dynasty took the exam every few years. How many people in the whole country could enter the palace exam?

Now there are more than 200 positions in Yingtian, and although not many of them can take the exam, they are better than Ming Dynasty.

But these people don't understand this truth, and they can't see that others are better than their scholars.

"A few years ago, how many people in the whole country can win the Jinshi?"

"Ten years of cold window, how many times can I take the exam?"

"Now the emperor is a holy man. The exam is held every year. There are many official positions. You are all smart scholars. As long as you study hard, you will definitely learn faster than farmers and businessmen."

"Is there any official position that cannot be tested in the future?"

Qian Qianyi cursed: "Are you asking me to learn how to raise pigs and chickens?"

The crowd yelled, "Is my scholar's hand used for farming?"
The crowd became more and more excited and moved forward one after another, getting closer and closer to the gate.

"Back, back." Zheng Wenbin was furious and told them to back off, but the scholars would be very excited and didn't listen at all.

Someone behind told everyone to rush forward. It was agreed before coming today that the gate of the Education and Publicity Office was demolished to prevent the smooth progress of today's exam.

"Rush in." Someone in the crowd urged.

Scholars rushed forward one after another, and they couldn't stop them.

(End of this chapter)