Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 122 Fengyang Military Household Reform (Subscription Request)
"Did you hear the order clearly?"

At the Yingzhou Guard Station, a middle-aged man read out the order from Fengyang Prefecture and looked calmly at the officers below.

However, the officer's silence answered him.

"The court's laws stipulate that the sale of military farms is prohibited, and those who violate the order will be punished by military law."

The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and then a captain of the garrison spoke.

The others didn't say anything, but they all expressed the same meaning.

This morning, this middle-aged man, on behalf of Fengyang Prefecture, announced a new military farming order.

From today onwards, all military farms in Fengyang Prefecture will be reclaimed, and all local military farm garrisons will obey unified command.

The officers were naturally unwilling to see their land taken away all of a sudden, but since this was an order from Fengyang Prefecture, they dared not resist and could only resist silently.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, took out an official document and unfolded it, "This is an order jointly issued by the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Revenue, and the Five Military Commands, and it also has the imperial seal."

After everyone present had finished reading, the middle-aged man took back the official letter and said calmly, "This is an order, not a discussion with you. If you are willing to accept it, then execute it. If you are not willing, you can directly apply for transfer. One application will be approved. As for where you will be transferred to, that depends on your luck."

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere became even more silent. After a long time, a captain stood up.

“I wonder what we can gain if we accept it?”

The middle-aged man looked at him and said calmly, "Sign first and talk later." Without waiting for Qian Hu to ask again, he added, "But I can tell you that it is definitely better than what you have now."

The captain nodded, turned around and whispered with the other centurions for a while, then went to the table in the middle and signed his name to indicate that he was willing to obey orders.

No one chose to transfer.

Their entire family is in Fengyang, and they have never been oppressed by their superiors. They have been running their business here for decades. Asking them to give up and start over somewhere else would be worse than taking their lives.

They did not think of resisting. The military law of the Ming Dynasty was strict. If they refused to sign and did not want to be transferred, they could imagine the consequences with their toes.

After everyone signed, the expressionless middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said, "Welcome everyone to join the Veteran Chamber of Commerce."

According to the plan of Zhu Zhanjun and Zhang Baigui, the overall reform will be carried out after the disaster, but the plan for the reform of military households in Fengyang Prefecture will not change.

Fengyang Prefecture is already his own territory. To use Zhang Baigui's words, it is completely nonsense to boil a frog in warm water in his own territory. It is most appropriate to carry out drastic reforms directly.

Yingzhou, Gaoxiang Baihu Suo.

As a vast and boundless plain, if it did not belong to Fengyang Prefecture, I am afraid many people would covet it.

In order to build his hometown, Zhu Yuanzhang did not waste any of the plain area and established many military farms here.

Gao Xiang is one of them.

As soon as the sky was just getting light, the staff of the garrison got up, held their hungry stomachs, picked up farm tools and went to the fields to till the soil.

Although Shouzhou and Fengyang districts were affected, Yingzhou was also somewhat affected and many low-lying lands were still flooded.

They need to drain the water before spring plowing, and then groom the land in preparation for spring plowing.

"Boom blah blah..."

Suddenly, the sound of gongs was heard in the guard post.

Hearing this voice, many men's faces changed. They told their wives and children to hide, picked up the weapons hanging on the wall and rushed out.

But when they hurried to the training ground, they saw their leader. He did not look nervous at all and was chatting and laughing with a few people around him.

What surprised them even more was that there were several large pots set up on the parade ground, and the rich aroma of food filled their noses.

"It seems to taste like rice."

A man holding a sledgehammer sniffed hard.

"There's also meat. I smell it." A thin man next to him muttered and swallowed his saliva.

When almost everyone had gathered, the captain who had been chatting and laughing with the people around him turned around and looked at his men.

But when he saw this, his face immediately turned dark.

Instead of assembling as required, the men huddled together in a disorderly manner, staring at the huge pots and drooling.

"What the hell are you looking at? Didn't you hear the gong that gave the order? Line up for me. If you don't do it within a quarter of an hour, you won't get to eat."

Soldiers, especially the lower-level officers, are not good-tempered. They curse and greet at will. It's not that they are so temperamental, but they have to be like this.

Most of the lower-level soldiers are illiterate. It is pure nonsense to talk to them about moral principles and national justice.

Only loud greetings, kicks and whips can make these soldiers listen to you obediently.

Faced with the captain's scolding, the soldiers did not take it seriously, as they were used to it anyway.

But when they heard that there was no food to eat, they couldn't accept it and they became extremely active.

In the past, it took at least a quarter of an hour to stand in line, but today it took less than twenty breaths.

Looking at his subordinates who were standing upright with their eyes fixed on the big pot, the captain cursed under his breath but a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"Shuguan Wu, these bastards are all here, you can start now."

The captain turned around and greeted a middle-aged scholar with a smile.

The scholar was about forty years old, had a goatee and was gentle and elegant. He exuded a subtle aura and was obviously a man of status.

Wu Feng, once a head of the Ministry of Revenue, was implicated in the new empty seal case and was dismissed and exiled.

This person had worked in the Ministry of Households for more than ten years and had considerable abilities. With Xia Yuanji's recommendation, he was registered as a military resident and joined the Veterans Chamber of Commerce.

"My dear soldiers, my name is Wu Feng, and I will be working with you from now on."

"Gather everyone today..."

Wu Feng spoke for a while, but the response was mediocre.

The captain standing next to him shook his head slightly. When Wu Feng finished speaking, he reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Wu, it's useless to tell them this. They won't understand. Just tell them what the advantages and disadvantages are, and they will understand."

Wu Feng: ???
After a moment of silence, he nodded. Wu Feng waved his hand, and several large pots on the fire were opened. Rice porridge, stewed meat in a large pot, and cabbage fried with animal oil appeared in front of everyone.

The tempting aroma and the visual impact made the soldiers' eyes red.

If their centurions and generals had not been standing nearby, glaring at them with eager eyes, they would have rushed up and grabbed the things long ago.

The smell of meat not only lured out the soldiers, but also their family members hiding at home.

In particular, a few children rushed over excitedly, stood not far from the pot, staring at the big pieces of fat in the pot, drooling with greed.

Throwing aside the words he had prepared, Wu Feng looked at everyone and asked, "Do you want to eat meat? Do you want to have a full meal every day?"

Instantly everyone shouted in unison: "I want to."

"Very good." Wu Feng nodded and said loudly: "As long as you voluntarily join the Veterans Chamber of Commerce and obey the orders of the Veterans Production Cooperative, you can eat. And we promise to give you two meals a day, and the food is absolutely dry, and adults and children will be full."

"My lord, I am willing to join."

As soon as Wu Feng finished speaking, a man raised his hand anxiously.

Xiao Qi, who was standing next to him, kicked him and said, "Why are you so anxious? Mr. Wu hasn't finished talking yet. You must be craving for meat."

"Hahaha……"

A burst of laughter rang out.

Wu Feng also smiled and said loudly to the soldiers around him: "We will not only provide you with food, but as long as you work hard and complete the farming tasks assigned to you by the production team, we will also give you money."

Wu Feng took out a small copper coin with a beautiful shape from his arms, held it high and shouted, "This is one cent of the work coin of the Veteran Chamber of Commerce. Depending on the different tasks, men, women, young and old, each person can get a different number of work points every day."

"These work points are not just for show, they can be spent as money."

He pointed to a small house next to the Baihu family and said, "There will be a supply and marketing cooperative there in the future. You can use your work points to buy what you need."

"And the value is not low. One coin can be exchanged for one kilogram of food, and two coins can be exchanged for one kilogram of fat meat."

"I can assure you that as long as you complete the tasks assigned to you by the production team conscientiously, adult men can get at least five work points every day."

Listening to Wu Feng's introduction, the soldiers below and their families who had come out of their homes were all stunned.

Can military households still get paid for their work these days?

(End of this chapter)