Fengxian Jiangshan

"Zhuoyan, I don't know that relying on porridge to help the victims is actually waiting to see them die. But I couldn't think of any other ideas for the time being, so I asked Yushuai to find you back. I didn't expect Zhuoyan to come back. It’s a quick mind that can think of using future things as collateral, which is a great feat.”

Wang Yongjiang was full of praise for Zhang Tinglan's idea, but Zhang Tinglan shook his head with a wry smile: "Mr. Yongjiang, to put it bluntly, just let them become serfs in disguise, which is not much progress. If you want to fundamentally change the countryside and help farmers, It is also important to start from the ground, which is the most important thing.”

"That's right. China has long advocated that the tiller has his own land. Clearing up the land is only the first step. If the land can be divided equally and everyone can become the owner of the land, this country can become stronger."

Zhang Tinglan is not surprised that Wang Yongjiang has such a view. Chinese dynasties and dynasties have circled the land, and many people advocate restraining mergers. However, it takes great courage to do this. After all, you have to fight against the entire class. Landlords who rely on land rent will do their best.

"Mr. Yongjiang, in my opinion, the three eastern provinces are vast and sparsely populated, and there are countless wastelands that can be used. The land problem is not urgent, and we still have a lot of room for maneuver. Therefore, we can use economic means to adjust the gains and losses of interests, and at the same time organize farmers. Open up wasteland and build a large number of water conservancy facilities. On the one hand, formulate laws to limit land rent and support industry and commerce. Although the adjustment of interest levers allows funds to flow to industry and commerce, when the time is right, the land problem will be solved in one fell swoop.”

"Zhuoyan, you want to organize these victims to open up wasteland and farmland, just to realize this idea." Wang Yongjiang said with a smile: "Your idea has always been good, but you think about this matter simply, just relying on profit adjustments. Did landlords relax their pursuit of land? This is your wishful thinking. Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Shanxi and Huizhou merchants have held large sums of wealth. They can earn hundreds of thousands of silver by doing business, but they still spend a lot of money in the end. With the funds to buy land, do you keep the land rent of several thousand taels?"

Accumulate money at the end and guard the family with the foundation.The power of tradition is so powerful that it has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Even if the income from the land is small, there will be a large number of businessmen flocking to it.Even in later generations, it is no longer possible to buy land. Isn’t the Chinese still keen on real estate? This is also a manifestation of the obsession with land.

Zhang Tinglan had also thought about this issue at first, thinking that it was only driven by profit.It will be a matter of course, and the landlord will be successful in giving up the land.Hear what Wang Yongjiang said.It is really taken for granted that the power of tradition is often difficult to reverse.

"Mr. Yongjiang, when we establish and reclaim wasteland, we might as well refer to the western farm model and use a new management method, so that the output is more and the cost is lower. We use the new farm model to fight against the landlord's tenancy model. Farmers Making more money and having more dignity on our side will naturally force the landlords to change, or become a farm model as well. Or be eliminated.”

Wang Yongjiang thought for a while and said with a smile: "This method is to force the landlords to change, and it can cultivate a new class of farmers. As long as they are strong enough, they will automatically confront and compete with the landlords. Let's do it again. No matter what, the resistance will be much smaller. Zhuoyan, the victims of this disaster are entrusted to you, you must create a farm model, and Fengtian will transform the countryside on a large scale in the future, you are the touchstone."

Farmers and landlords both depend on the land for their livelihood, but there is an essential difference between the two. Farmers are produced under industrial conditions. They need to manage the land, organize farmers to produce, and find land for their products. To put it simply, the farmer is a special factory owner, and the peasants on the farm are a special industrial worker.

Landlords, on the other hand, just handed over the land to the tenant farmers, and they didn't care about anything, but in the end, collecting land rent was more like a usurer.It is clear at a glance who can promote social progress. The three eastern provinces have vast land, mostly plains, and have the conditions to build farms, so Zhang Tinglan is full of confidence in her plan.

After Wang Yongjiang arrived in Liaoyang this time, he also thought about many things. He was not just solving a civil uprising, but to find out the problems in the countryside, and then find out the solution. After talking with Zhang Tinglan for a while, Wang Yongjiang Yongjiang felt that he finally had some ideas.

"Zhuoyan, let's take a look at the victims first. If you want to buy them, you need them to be willing."

Zhang Tinglan and Wang Yongjiang went to the temporary resettlement site outside Liaoyang City, where nearly [-] victims gathered.After Zhang Tinglan came to this world, she has been living in the prosperous Fengtian, and she has not had a deep feeling for the poverty and backwardness of this era.

But what he saw now shocked him completely. There were victims in ragged clothes everywhere. Broken clothes hung on the bony skeletons. Their bodies were thin and thin. It seemed that only skin was bones, without a trace of flesh, and their dark faces. There is no expression, and it seems that he doesn't care about anything.

Only when a gust of cold wind blows, these people will tremble uncontrollably. When the snow falls, many of them are still barefoot and wearing single clothes. The children shiver in the arms of adults cowering in fear.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Tinglan believed in her own judgment even more. If she just gave away porridge, most of these people would starve to death.Therefore, the porridge shed throughout the ages is not to relieve the victims, but to prevent the victims from rioting, just like putting a pacifier in the mouth of a child, it is a placebo.

Zhang Tinglan and the others arrived at noon, and when it was time to distribute food, dozens of large iron pots not far away were steaming, and the fragrance of rice wafted over.After these victims smelled the fragrance, their eyes finally showed a hint of expression. Some struggled to stand up, wanting to go and line up.

At this time, several carriages came from Liaoyang, and when they arrived at the porridge shed, baskets of white flour steamed buns were transported out of the carriages and piled up like small hill buns. The victims finally lost control They haven't seen white flour steamed buns for many days, and everyone ran to the porridge shed, struggling to grab the steamed buns.

The soldiers responsible for maintaining order saw that the victims seemed to be going crazy, so they unceremoniously waved their whips and beat the victims.

"Listen up, all of you are in line. Everyone has a share! If you rush around again, you will be starved to death!"

These soldiers managed to calm the emotions of the victims, and the porridge shed had already begun to distribute food. Each victim could get a bowl of thick sorghum rice porridge, a white flour steamed bun, and even a piece of pickled radish.Even in good times, these poor peasants cannot often eat white noodles, let alone such times.

As a result, the eyes of the victims who received the food were blinded, and the big white steamed buns were about the size of a fist, fluffy and soft.The aroma can't help drilling into the nostrils.After getting it, the victims began to eat it in big mouthfuls. Some even bit off half of a steamed bun and rolled their eyes so much that they could only drink a few mouthfuls of porridge and send it to their stomachs.Seeing such a funny scene, other disaster victims did not laugh at them.On the contrary, I am envious.If it were me, I'm afraid I could swallow the whole steamed bun.

Zhang Tinglan also went to the porridge shed, and personally distributed porridge and steamed buns to the victims: "Everyone, don't worry, take your time. There is enough porridge and steamed buns. There will be meat buns in the city later. Maybe it will be later." Make porridge, and you can still eat steamed stuffed buns!"

These victims even felt like they were stunned by happiness. In the past, they were very lucky to be able to drink a mouthful of porridge.Now there are not only porridge, but also steamed buns, and even meat buns. Isn’t this the Chinese New Year!

The victims looked at Zhang Tinglan with a trace of respect. They also knew that after this young man brought people to Liaoyang, the food distributed to them became better and better. Good man, great savior.

Not only the victims, but even Chu Mingyuan, who came with Zhang Tinglan, began to admire the young man's deeds.

Zhang Tinglan and Zhang Zuolin finalized the disaster relief plan, and then he brought a recovery team to Liaoyang to assist Wang Yongjiang.At the beginning, Chu Mingyuan and the others were four student representatives. Huang Sheng was locked up with his second uncle Huang Guan because he participated in inciting the student parade.

When the other two student representatives saw that they had been expelled from school, they were also discouraged. They went home one after another, trying to find a way out.Only Chu Mingyuan came to Liaoyang with the aftermath team. He wanted to see the truth of the civil uprising for himself.

For a long time, his teachers have said that the government is unreliable, but he found that the teachers are also unreliable. Perhaps only these disaster victims in this world can't tell lies.After arriving in Liaoyang, Chu Mingyuan followed Zhang Tinglan to help the victims. He was holding a big spoon to serve the victims porridge.

Scoop up the thickest and hottest porridge from the bottom of the pot, and slowly pour it into the bowls of the victims. After working for more than an hour, the number of victims finally decreased, and Chu Mingyuan was finally able to rest for a while .

"Mr. Zhang, I asked the victims of the disaster, and it turned out that you were all lying. After they were hit by the disaster, the landlord asked them for rent, and the government also asked them for various exorbitant taxes. It can be seen that your land tax reduction and exemption is also wrong."

Zhang Tinglan nodded with a smile: "Student Chu, this world has never been a simple dichotomy between black and white. You can see this is very good. If you are willing to take action to change social injustice and help those victims, that would be even better. .”

Zhang Tinglan gathered the victims who had enough food and drink, surrounded the city with a simple loudspeaker, and said to all the victims: "Today we transported steamed buns three times from the city, and there are [-] to [-] steamed buns. There is no one left, and according to the regulations, you can only take one each. The reason for such a large amount of discrepancy is very simple, that is, many people have received it twice, or even three times, and many of you still have steamed buns hidden in your arms. "

After Zhang Tinglan said this, many victims unconsciously lowered their heads and looked into their arms, fearing that the steamed buns would be snatched away again.

"You may be wondering why you received extra steamed buns, but we didn't stop them. The reason is simple. The food is not paid by us, but by yourself. Whether you grab it or not, it is your own thing, and we have nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter at all."

Zhang Tinglan said with a smile: "Everyone knows that it's snowing now, and you are short of food and clothing. If this continues, a large number of people will freeze and starve to death in one winter. How many people can survive the winter?" Well. In addition, the government’s financial resources are very limited, and it can’t build houses for you, and it can’t provide you with cotton clothes, but it can’t just watch everyone starve to death. So I thought of a way, which is to mortgage you to the bank and get a loan from the bank. Let me get a loan to help you through the winter, and when spring comes next year, you will use your own hands to reclaim wasteland, grow food, and work hard to get this loan!"

While speaking, Zhang Tinglan asked people to send some samples of the contract for the victims to have a look.

"As long as you sign this contract, you will not only be able to eat white flour and steamed buns, but also get cotton-padded clothes. In addition, we will help you build a shelter so that you can survive this winter. But for the next five years, you will all have to work hard. , if there is any relaxation, the punishment will be very harsh, you can do your fingerprints after you think about it!" (To be continued...)