Our family has been rebelling for generations, and you've become the top scholar in the imperia

The next morning.

Qin Feng had just woken up and was squatting in the courtyard brushing his teeth with a wooden stick dipped in salt.

That's one of the downsides of ancient times.

Many things cannot be made even if you know how to make them, due to limitations in raw materials and processes.

"Soap is no problem, but lard is hard to come by; it's a hard currency."

After rinsing his mouth, Qin Feng muttered something under his breath.

They had tried making soap in Daliu Village and had indeed succeeded. However, the cost of this product was not low. It was fine for personal use, but if it were to be sold, given the living standards of the people in Yunxiang County, generally no one could afford it.

However, in the capital, this voice might actually work.

After all, whether it was the families of those officials or the concubines in the palace, they could all afford it.

"grown ups!"

Qin Feng was thinking about starting a soap business.

The wooden door opposite was pushed open.

"The yamen runners are here, several of them. They're demanding money from the villagers. It's true there was such a thing as military rations!"

Cao Liang hurriedly walked in and whispered:

"However, we have already inquired with the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Household Department. The court did not allocate this military ration. It is estimated that the government departments added it on their own."

Upon hearing this...

Qin Feng nodded slightly, agreeing with him.

The officials in the imperial court are not fools; they would not assign such tasks unless they wanted to incite the people to rebel.

"Let's go out and take a look!"

After greeting Niu Wu and the other man inside, Qin Feng, dressed in casual clothes, went straight out the door.

We arrived at the dirt road in the village.

You could hear shouting and cursing coming from Liu Cunliang's doorstep from a great distance.

Several burly yamen runners, carrying sticks, were pointing at a few villagers and cursing them angrily.

"You have to pay today, whether you like it or not. Can you afford to delay important matters of the court? Didn't I tell you, paying in silver is more worthwhile than waiting to pay in grain?"

One of the constables had a ferocious look on his face.

"Don't tell us you don't have any money. Everyone in your Liu family village works in the mines. They've paid you a month's wages in advance. Don't think we don't know. Hurry up and hand over your money."

"Otherwise, if we actually buy the grain, the price won't be this high."

The words fell.

A voice came from the crowd.

"Since it's the imperial court requisitioning military provisions, shouldn't there be a public notice?"

Several constables turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Who do you think you are? The government office will naturally issue notices. Besides, can you even read? You're just handing over a notice; do you even recognize it?"

"Stop talking nonsense! One tael of silver per family, pay up now!"

Qin Feng pushed people aside and went inside.

Looking the constables up and down, I can confirm that they are indeed wearing the right clothes; they are the uniforms of the yamen (government office).

but.

The imperial court did not allocate military rations, yet the government offices near the capital are so bold as to openly collect money like this?

"Those who are educated will naturally recognize this. Show us the notice. Without it, how can we know if it's the imperial court's order? What if you're secretly collecting money?"

"Furthermore, they didn't bring an accountant when collecting the money, and there were no written receipts!"

"Are you sure it's the imperial court that wants to collect military rations?"

The faces of the yamen runners changed drastically.

One of them even rolled up his sleeves.

"Oh dear, where did this troublemaker come from? Daring to obstruct the government's work, I think you're tired of living. Believe me, I'll just arrest you and throw you in jail. You'll behave yourself after a few days."

We didn't wait for anyone to come up.

Niu Wu, standing to the side, reached out, grabbed the clothes, and threw the person away.

"You've rebelled! Your Liu Family Village has rebelled! You dare to lay a hand on us!"

The others saw this.

They rushed forward, carrying wooden sticks.

"Take them all!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath and ordered the arrest of the constables.

It depends on the situation.

If it wasn't just a few yamen runners taking bribes—these people wouldn't have dared to do that—then it's very likely the county magistrate.

"Take a few men and bring the magistrate here!"

"yes!"

Cao Liang accepted the order and quickly left with seven or eight guards.

Although Lord Qin was not an official of the Imperial Guard.

The Tuntian Division was in charge of the autumn harvest and farming in the vicinity of the capital, and it was involved in all matters related to this.

They certainly have the authority to bring the county magistrate here.

"Have you thought about it all night? Have you made up your mind yet?"

Qin Feng walked into the courtyard.

Pull out the stool and sit down.

He asked Liu Cunliang across from him with a big smile.

"The risks are extremely high. If you register your land under my name, you will lose your land. If something really happens in the future, you won't be able to get the land back, and the consequences will be severe."

"Sir, we've made up our minds!"

Liu Cunliang glanced back at the villagers behind him, gritted his teeth, and nodded emphatically.

Last night.

The people from each household discussed it until midnight.

I've figured it out completely.

The land is registered under Qin Feng's name, but what will happen to it in the future?

Lord Qin is not that kind of person!

Every worker in the mine speaks highly of Lord Qin. Even the cripple who was injured while mining is now helping out at the mine, earning one or two taels of silver a month.

They even help this cripple.

This is enough to show that Lord Qin is a good official, unlike the other officials.

"We are willing to transfer all the land in Liujia Village to your name, and we will become your tenants from now on. Everyone agrees to this, and once we have discussed it, we can sign the documents immediately."

Qin Feng stood up, glanced at all the villagers, and finally nodded helplessly.

Logically speaking...

After he became an official, the land should belong to Yunxiang County.

He has no right to annex other people's land in the capital, nor can he be exempted from taxes.

but……

This matter could be resolved with a simple document from the Imperial Guard; it's not a big deal at all.

"In that case, alright then. Liu Tu, go and get a table and some pen and ink. I will write the documents myself, and you can sign them. Just give me 20% of the annual harvest, and I don't want the rest."

Upon hearing this...

All the villagers stared wide-eyed.

Only 20%?

"That's how it'll be done. From now on, part of the land in your Liu Family Village should be used to grow grain, and the rest should be used to grow other things. The grain should be enough to feed the whole village, and the rest should be used to grow things that can be exchanged for silver."

Qin Feng sat behind the desk.

He lowered his head and began writing the sale document.

Every household has someone working in the mine, and their monthly wages are very stable.

If we leave half of the land vacant to grow other things, as long as we don't encounter a major disaster, we will definitely have enough food to eat.

The rest.

We need to find a way to get money.

With the autumn harvest approaching, there are hardly any vegetables or fruits to eat in Dazhou during the winter. If greenhouse technology could be developed in Liujia Village, that would be a great help.

Qin Feng could already think of it.

What prices can fresh vegetables and fruits fetch when transported to Beijing in winter?

"One at a time, sir. You can plant anything you want, whatever you say you'll plant. But watermelons are really impossible to grow; they won't even sprout in winter!"

Liu Cunliang listened to Qin Feng's plan.

His brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川" (river).

Isn't this ridiculous?

How is it possible to grow vegetables and melons in winter?

By then, with the world covered in ice and snow, the seedlings will have frozen to death long ago.

"This matter will be addressed by this official later..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"My lord, spare me! Spare me!!!"

A piercing scream came from outside, followed by a fat, middle-aged man with a pale face rushing in and kneeling directly in front of Qin Feng.