I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 197 If you can have a field, what's wrong with being a dry person?
The boy's hoarse roar did not cause much reaction in the village.

But the scrawny yellow dog at the entrance of the village was startled, with its tail between its legs, and ran to the side.

Realizing that it was Xiaohu who was shouting, he barked at him again, a little out of embarrassment.

At the same time, several tall horses galloped towards them, which greatly shocked the young man who had never seen the world.

Holding the wooden stick in his hand, Xiaohu raised his face and looked up at the man who had stopped firmly. His mind went blank and his heart seemed to have stopped.

After a while, he finally recovered from that state, and wanted to run, but when he saw the musket behind Qian Ren, he stopped abruptly.

The dry man on the horse glanced at the wooden stick in the boy's hand with his cold eyes, and said calmly:
"In the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, every household sends out individuals, and gather at the entrance of the village!"

Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, then ran to the village, his mind full of images described by the lame man.

He is not very old, but he has a clear mind and knows that all the people in the village can't beat these gangsters.

Don't even think about running.

People have only two legs, and they can't run as fast as a horse.

So, no matter how frightened Xiaohu was, he went from door to door and told Gan Ren's words.

After a stick of incense.

Dozens of unkempt and ragged villagers appeared in front of Gan Ren.

Gan Ren rode on a war horse, looking down at them condescendingly, with a cold tone without any emotion:

"According to the order of my Prime Minister Dagan, Jiannan Road will be changed to Jianzhou, all the people will be re-registered, and all fields will be re-divided. Males will be divided into [-] mu and females will be divided into [-] mu!"

The voice fell.

The villagers were startled for a moment, and then heated discussions erupted with a bang.

The state of Zhou has existed for more than two hundred years, and the situation of land annexation is no better than that of Dagan.

The gentry's powerful land production increased day by day, but the land tax did not increase accordingly.

The land property of the poor people is decreasing day by day, but the land tax has not decreased accordingly.

Some people have thousands of acres of fertile land and only need to pay taxes for tens of acres.

And some people have only a dozen acres of barren land, and it is difficult to support a family, but they have to pay taxes on dozens of acres.

This situation is getting worse and worse. Although it has not reached the moment when the conflict erupts, it is not too far away.

Because of this, Emperor Zhou and Wei Dongzheng wanted to carry out the New Deal, implement the tax law of square land, re-clear the land, and reduce the burden on the people.

It's a pity that he acted too hastily and was not decisive enough, which gave Fang Xiu an opportunity to take advantage of.

"From what I've heard, the Prime Minister of the Qian Kingdom wants to redistribute the land for us. Twenty acres for males and ten acres for females. After calculation, one household can be divided into forty or fifty acres."

"I didn't expect that, instead of killing people, setting fires, or grabbing food, these gangsters even gave us land."

The villagers who come here are basically the backbone of the family. They can understand the meaning of Ganren's words, and they all show excitement and discuss enthusiastically.

Xiaohu stood aside, listening to the adults' discussion, his expression changed a little, he frowned and said, "If that's the case, don't we also become dry people."

On the side, a middle-aged man heard this, glanced at him, and said: "If you can have a field, what's wrong with being a dry man?"

Xiaohu has never left the village since he was a child, and he has dealt with the fields as long as he can remember. Of course he knows the importance of the fields to them.

However, it still made him very uncomfortable to abandon his identity as a Zhou man and rush to become a dry man just for the sake of dozens of acres of land.

There is an indescribable feeling, that is, boredom and panic.

The adults were still discussing happily, and according to Ganren's request, they stood in line and answered Ganren's questions.

How many males, how many females, how many children are there in a household, what relationship, status, and age.
The villagers didn't dare to hide anything, let alone make up things, they all answered truthfully.

More than an hour later.

The leader Qianren put away the yellow book and charcoal pen, got on his horse, still looking down from a high position, with a cold tone:

"In a few days, someone will come to check the information on the yellow book. If there is any concealment, they will be severely punished!"

After leaving this sentence, he waved his horsewhip and left here with the rest of the gangsters.

The sun is warm in spring and the breeze is gentle.

The soft soil exudes a fresh and moist atmosphere.

The young Xiaohu watched the horse's hoof splashing mud and gradually disappeared from sight, and an inexplicable emotion filled his heart.

For some reason, he always had a premonition that he would be an upright person in the future.

In the city of Anrenfu.

Zhao House.

Zhao Shou, who was more than a few years old, was sitting on the grand master's chair, holding a teacup, sipping tea, with a calm look.

After all, he was the Minister of the Household Department. Even though he has retired and returned to his hometown for four or five years, he still has the temperament of being a public minister, and his face does not change when Mount Tai collapses.

No matter how big things happen in the world, in the eyes of others, it's just passing by, and they don't take it to heart at all.

The more than a dozen gentry sitting on both sides were far worse in bearing.

At this moment, they were sitting on the chairs of the grand master, feeling like they were sitting on pins and needles, looking at Zhao Shouzheng with sad faces, as if they were mourning.

"Mr. Zhao, the notice of dividing the land has been posted, what should we do!"

They never thought that after escaping the crisis of slaughtering the city, such a catastrophe would occur again.

All the people were re-registered and recorded, and the fields were redistributed.

They, the gentry, are also included, and all the existing family properties, including mansions, gold and silver jewelry, and antique calligraphy and paintings, can be kept, but all the land must be distributed.

Even if the title deeds of [-] mu of land are in hand, they will be voided and distributed to the poor.

To be honest, if the generals of Ganren use all kinds of tricks to plunder those fields, they will feel better.

As a result, it was distributed to the poor in such an inexplicable way, it was like cutting their flesh, and it made them feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that Zhao Shouzheng didn't speak.

A gentleman wailed:

"Mr. Zhao, no matter how much the family property is, it is like duckweed with no fruit, and a bright moon with no roots. It cannot stand the toss. In the final analysis, the land is the foundation for us to live and work.

The dry man is going to divide our waiting fields with a single notice. Isn't this digging the roots of our waiting! "

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately resonated with the gentry.

Everyone looked at Zhao Shouzheng, and echoed:
"Yes, Mr. Zhao, I would rather they take away the gold and silver treasures, antique calligraphy and paintings from the house, and I don't want the land passed down by the ancestors to be distributed to the poor."

"Nowadays in Jiannan Road, a dry man is the master of the house, and the salary from the court cannot be delivered to us. There is no land, how can we live?"

Most of the gentry present had been officials in the court, and after they became official, they could still receive half of their original salary.

Zhao Shouzheng slowly put down the teacup in his hand, looked around with vicissitudes of eyes, his old face looked extremely calm, and slowly uttered a sentence:

"The old man only has four words for you."

Seeing Zhao Shouzheng speaking, everyone looked at him with hope in their eyes.

I hope that the former Hubu Minister, who was once a public minister, can give a suitable solution.

Zhao Shouzheng's slightly cloudy eyes burst out with a ray of light, which was fleeting, and said slowly:
"Contentment and happiness."

Saying that, holding the dove stick in his hand, he stood up slowly.

Contentment?

Is it that they are too greedy?
These fields themselves are their ancestral property. It is not human nature for them to want to stay. What kind of greed is this?
If not this meaning, what would it mean?
The rest of the gentry were still savoring the meaning of these four words. When they saw Zhao Shouzheng standing up, they all stood up too.

"Old Zhao."

Zhao Shouzheng glanced at them, but he didn't pay attention to them. He just said indifferently: "I can do it myself."

After finishing speaking, holding the dove stick, he walked out tremblingly, his steps were very slow, his body swayed slightly, but he stepped on every step firmly.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the gentry realized something, and sat down again without saying anything.

"It seems that Mr. Zhao doesn't intend to get involved in this matter."

"The older a person is, the more he is afraid of death. Zhao's age is beyond ancient times. It is human nature to want to spend his old age peacefully."

"Today, all the dignitaries in Anren Mansion are sitting here. Even if there is no Mr. Zhao, they can still discuss and come up with a countermeasure."

"If you want me to say, it's more appropriate to give money. Now the Anren Mansion is occupied by some vulgar generals. It's best to deal with these people. As long as you give enough money, everything can be done for you."

As soon as this word comes out.

Everyone showed a look of thought.

"The Gan people didn't slaughter the city, which means that the emperor of the Qian Kingdom gave them a will, and they can't do anything wrong. As long as they still follow the rules, it's okay to give money."

"It makes sense, we don't embarrass those vulgar generals, the money is delivered, and the fields still have to be divided, but it will take time to clear the land, and it is not certain when it will be divided.

As long as we drag it back until the imperial army regains Jiannan, it will be what it was before, and those poor people don't want to take away our one-acre field! "

The gentleman said this, paused, looked around, and said:
"Nowadays wars are raging, and silver is hard currency. Who has no shortage? Those military generals are the same. We have a dozen or so families, and each of us pays a few hundred taels of silver, which is enough to make up 1 taels. When the time comes, send someone to hand it over to the city. Those military generals, you say, how are you?"

Another gentry heard this, hesitantly said: "After all, the surname Tang has the final say in Jiannan Road now, is it not appropriate to bypass her?"

The gentry next to him replied: "The Tang lady was just an oiran in a brothel before, but she became the dog of a dry man, so she has the power she has today. Do you think she will betray her master for 1 taels of silver?"

"It's true, to give money, you have to start with those generals!"

The voice fell.

A potbellied gentry named Shen Guan shook his head and sighed:
"Everyone thinks things are simple."

When the rest of the gentry heard this, their faces turned cold, and they replied:

"From my point of view, it's brother Shen who overcomplicated things."

Shen Guan had expected this answer, sighed in his heart, looked around, and explained:
"Everyone has lived in the mansion for the past few days. You have never met the generals of the Qian Kingdom. I don't know what kind of temper they are. A mere 1 taels of silver is like dung in their eyes. How could it be possible to violate the Prime Minister of the Qian Kingdom? Order."

When the gentry heard this, they were all dismissive in their hearts.

I thought what to say.

Feelings are too little money!

It's not easy, just make some more!

A gentry stood up and asked, "Then, according to Brother Shen, how much money should we raise?"

Hearing this, Shen Guan thought of those generals who did not fight or snatch in the street a few days ago, felt inexplicably irritable, and said impatiently:

"It doesn't matter how much money you collect, it's not a matter of money! Those generals don't care about money at all!"

"Don't care about money?"

The gentry couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

"There are still people in this world who don't care about money. I've learned a lot today!"

Not to mention these military generals who have never seen anything in the world, even the princes of the court, and even His Majesty!
Who doesn't care about money!

Don't say anything else.

It is said that there are still several official shops in Anren Mansion, and the money earned is sent to the palace.

His Majesty is increasing income and reducing expenditure, and implementing new policies, but on the issue of money, he has not followed the rules.

The emperor is like this, let alone a general?

Hearing what Shen Guan said, the gentry only thought it was ridiculous!

(End of this chapter)