This is the idea that Master Jin played, and now it is the establishment of various system files, as long as it is established well, with the original, he can replace it and go to live in the county. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If I want my surname to be Kim, I'll call ...... It's called Kim Dae-sung. Thinking of his last name, Gou Yu suddenly shouted loudly.

This surname made the face of Master Jin who was queuing up behind him dark, and someone from the mud horse really took the surname Jin!

The tenant farmers in the back also shouted, "Good dog leftovers, I will also be surnamed Jin when the time comes." ”

"Yes, yes, we are all surnamed Jin, and we are all Master Jin!"

The rich life of Master Jin made all the tenant farmers envious, jealous and hateful, but almost, they couldn't help but want to become Master Jin, even if it was in name.

"Kim Dae-sung, right?" The clerk lowered his head and filled in the dossier, he had seen a lot of this situation, and the village in front of him was also like this, either Kim or Lee, or Park, Choi, etc., these are the four most prominent surnames in North Korea, and they are usually heard a lot, so if these tenant farmers are elected, most of them are chosen by this.

"When was it born, how old is it."

"I don't know if I was born, but I'm 23."

"How many people are in the family?"

"Four people, father, brother, sister."

"The experience of being a child."

………

Just like that, between the questions and answers, soon the file of the paperwork was filled out, and the clerk raised his head and said, "Go and call your father, brother, and sister, you are a family, do your first." ”

Soon, the dog's remaining relatives came, and then it was busy, but all the files were printed, and he only needed to ask and fill them out. After filling it out, a personal file is ready, and then it is put away according to the classification of the county and village, and the record is left in the county file, and these files are put aside, and these files are handed over to the village head.

"Oh, this is your hukou, and when you want to divide your hukou in the future, you will go to the township government to handle it." After filling in the paperwork, I handed over a hard-shell book, and there were three big characters on the front of the book, the household registration book. There are four pages in it, which are the new names of the four of them, the head of the household is his father, and the first page is followed by the new name of the dog, Jin Dacheng.

"This is the ID card of the four of you, you will have to take it with you when you go out in the future, and you must also take this with you when you want to go to other places." The clerk handed over a few small pieces of soft cloth, and the dog took it and looked at it, which showed a special description of his physical appearance, as well as his date of birth, home address, household registration, and occupation. At the end, there is a series of numbers, and the dog is a little dizzy to look at.

"Everyone can see it clearly, and if you see the process clearly, we will handle it separately." When the Confucian saw that the first case had been completed, he shouted loudly and beckoned the other tenant farmers to go to the other paperwork.

The tenant farmers thought about the procedure in their hearts, and then prepared their own answers in advance, so that the registration of the entire village, two or three hundred people, was also very simple.

In the end, these things have become a line of text to leave the bottom, Jinjia Village, Dawang Township, three years of the Apocalypse, a total of 313 people, 1,565 acres of land, located in a certain place to a certain place, the rest of the mountain wasteland, all belong to the government.

The whole process took more than an hour, and by the time it was finished, it was almost noon. However, the basic enthronement has been completed, but there is still one procedure that has not been completed, that is, the election of the village head.

"Okay, now that everyone has registered, then from now on they will be the people of the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Emperor should be respected. Come, everybody, bow with me. As he spoke, the Confucian knelt down and bowed three times and nine times in the direction of Seoul.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

When the tenant farmers in the back saw it, they also quickly knelt down and shouted in a voice from the heart, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”

Even some of the older tenant farmers were moved to tears at the thought of having five acres of land to cultivate in the future, saying that if this was the policy before, maybe their children would not have died.

North Korea's cultivated crops are mainly rice, and because it is located in the north, it can only be planted for one season, and in terms of farming technology at this time, the yield per mu is only about 300 catties to 400 catties, and the five acres of land can not be copied 2,000 catties a year.

Moreover, the current land policy is to divide the land if there is a head, and there will be no shortage of land for a certain person, even if he is a baby. In this way, as long as this policy is implemented, there will basically be no starvation to death in the countryside, except for natural disasters, of course.

It's no wonder that these older tenant farmers are excited and even crying, this is a virtue policy. Thinking about the land reform in later generations, even if they were once the descendants of the landlord's family, when discussing this matter, they also think that this is a work that must be done and good governance. No one has ever denigrated such a policy.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao's actions were the same, even though those landlords at that time had labor pains and reluctance, and even resistance, but this was a big policy, good governance, and it was necessary to carry out.

Among the people of the Ming Dynasty, the vast majority of them are peasants, as long as the problem of arable land is solved, then the most basic problem of stability has been solved, as long as no matter what he does, there is no need to consider whether the country can afford to live in the problem. Anyway, he does not levy labor, everything is promoted by government revenue, and he has money to do it, but he has no money to borrow money to do it.

Just like in modern times, every government will have the problem of overuse of people's power, as long as the government has money, what and what is not good to do. And those who have such problems are all those who have a labor service system and use civilian labor in vain.

"May the glory of Your Majesty bless us."

When the tenant farmers calmed down and got up from the ground, the middle-aged Taoist ran out with a smile on his face and read a sentence.

"The poor road is the master of the Heavenly Emperor View on the small stone mountain, and what is preached is the glory of Haotian God, that is, the glory of His Majesty today, and now you are blessed by Your Majesty, you may wish to come to the Heavenly Emperor Temple to walk around, incense, listen to the poor Taoist chanting, and let Your Majesty's wisdom guide you forward."

The Taoist said with a smile, and without waiting for any reaction from the tenant farmers, he returned to his original position, still holding the original hadith in his hand.

"Go, you must go, and when the time comes, listen to the deeds of His Majesty." The tenant farmers shouted one after another, saying that they would definitely visit the Taoist temple.

In fact, this kind of sudden luck made them feel a little empty in their own hearts, unlike the Central Plains, which has always had the tradition of low-level peasant uprisings and rebellions, North Korea does not have these, and those who can rebel are all upper-class people who can speak Chinese with names and surnames, and they have little to do with them.

Therefore, the matter of dividing the land equally, they seem to be a pie in the sky, and it fell on their heads, even if it is confirmed that this is a true thing, they are not sure in their hearts, and now they have His Majesty's living god position as sustenance, making people believe that this is the gift of His Majesty today, a gift, so that they will be much more down-to-earth.

It's like an illusory dream, a God's reward that makes this dream real, and it's always easier for them to accept than if an emperor wanted to reform and divide the land equally.

Seeing this, the Taoist nodded in satisfaction, and then stopped speaking.

"Alright, it's all quiet." The Confucian magistrate pressed his hand and told all the tenant farmers to keep quiet. After dividing the land, his prestige was much higher, so as soon as he opened his mouth, the tenant farmers stopped their mouths and waited for him to speak.

"I can understand everyone's excitement, but there is one last thing today, that is, to elect the village chief, and after the village chief is elected, we can divide the land for everyone."

Although the choice of the village chief is not a direct division of land, it involves the process of subsequent land division, so the tenant farmers all bend their ears and listen carefully.

"There are three hundred and thirteen of you present, and the village chief will be chosen from among you, and there are many people who support it, and whoever is the village chief will be the village chief." Confucian scholars shouted the rules. To put it bluntly, it is actually the election of grassroots democracy in later generations. However, it is a new thing for people in this era.

"What, the village chief was elected by us, so can I choose myself?" A tenant farmer shouted with wide eyes. Even North Koreans, who are accustomed to manpower, can't help but feel a little fancy at the moment.

"Of course you can, but you have to have people to support you. The one who supported the most was the village chief. The Confucian explained a sentence, and then stopped speaking, the rules are very simple, and the rest is to wait.

This rule is indeed simple, so simple that everyone present understands it, but it is clear that it is understood, but who is to choose? This is the person who presides over the division of land, and he must be cautious.

Everyone is looking for the right candidate, this one contradicts me, I can't choose, this one can't work, it's too bad, don't choose, this seems to be very smart, but will it pit me, don't choose.

Some people want to choose themselves, some people want to choose others, but there are no supporters, what is in line with their own hearts, not in line with other people's wishes, in the end, all the eyes of the tenant farmers are looking at one person, the former Jin Lao.

Now Master Jin is not Master Jin anymore, although he is richer than all the people present, but without a large amount of land, he cannot be called Master Jin.

"You guys..... what are you all looking at me for?" Being stared at by so many people, Master Jin was very nervous, he kept his eyes closed, and he didn't participate in the choice of the name of the village at all, because he didn't understand how far it had developed, so he stared at him.

"Let's choose Master Jin."

"Let Master Jin be the village head, he is still literate."

"That's right, it's Master Kim."

The villagers shouted in unison. Seeing this, Confucian asked a few more questions, and when he saw that no one objected, he appointed Master Jin as the first village chief of Jinjia Village, and issued a letter of appointment and a seal.

"What, I'll become the village chief!" Master Jin stared at the hilarious scene in a daze, stunned. In the end, he confirmed that he was the village chief.

"Village chief, it seems to be good, why don't you go to the county seat? Just stay here and be a petty official? Master Jin was full of joy and decided to stay.

In the entire Jinjia Village, only Gou Yu didn't look so happy, he looked at the middle-aged Taoist, looked at the jubilant villagers, frowned and thought hard. His father came over and was about to pat him, but he suddenly ran to the Taoist and knelt down, shouting loudly, "Taoist Chief, I don't want to farm anymore, I want to follow you to serve Your Majesty and promote Your Majesty's glory and grace." ”

"Have you figured it out? You know, if you follow me as a Taoist priest, you won't have five acres of land to plant. The Taoist asked kindly, and he also had a good impression of this diligent young man.

"Think clearly, it doesn't matter if I don't have five acres of land, the important thing is to let everyone in the world know that Your Majesty has five acres of land to plant." The dog replied loudly, with a determined expression.

"That's fine." The Taoist chief smiled with relief, turned around, and said to the Confucian who was packing up the data file.

"This donor, don't bother the two masters, please change the profession for my new disciple, and his file will be hung in the Heavenly Emperor Temple of Xiaoshi Mountain."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Confucian smiled and got things done in a slippery way, this is just a trivial matter, just some changes in words.

"Let's go." When things were in order, the Taoist chief took the dog and left.

In the same place, only his father was left looking at his son in a daze, he felt that his son would never come back again, and he would never belong to this village from now on.

In the joyful Jinjia Village, no one noticed this scene, and they didn't know that there was one less person in the village that had just been established, until the name Jin Dacheng resounded in the Ming Dynasty, maybe someone recalled the original days. Perhaps, a certain female wildfolk will still miss him.

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