In the evening, when it was dark, Li San returned to his home dejectedly.

A dwelling consisting of two simple stone-tiled houses.

The mother-in-law of the family was sitting on the kang to make shoes, and when she saw Li San entering the house, she asked.

"I didn't get the whole meal."

"Eat the pot."

Li San responded in a muffled voice, in fact, he was still hungry, but he didn't bother to say, took out a stack of copper tickets from his arms and threw them on the table, turned over and got on the bed.

Seeing the money, the woman didn't care whether Li San had really eaten or not, so she hurriedly got out of bed and picked up the money and lit it.

"One, two, three、...... Fifteen, only 1,500 wen? ”

The woman suddenly stopped, took the money and counted it again, and after confirming that it was this number, she ran to Li San's bed, pulling the latter's ears and not letting go.

"I sold hundreds of catties of grain in a car, and I sold it for 1,500 wen, did you take the money to go to the kiln?"

"God poke."

Li Sanyi opened his daughter-in-law's hand and snorted coldly: "The price of food is like this right now, love it or not, don't believe it, I will take off my pants and give it to you to check." ”

Seeing that Li San was really going to take off his clothes, his daughter-in-law beat Li San angrily, and then sighed again.

"Last year, it could be sold for a small 2,000 Wen, but now it's getting cheaper every year."

Li San didn't answer, looked at Fang Liang blankly, and suddenly sat up, startling his daughter-in-law.

"It's not okay to go on like this, I originally wanted to buy catties of meat and come back to open meat, where can I afford to eat."

People are poor and thinking about change, and Li Sancheng started pacing back and forth in the small room.

"You don't know, I almost didn't even get this 1,500 wen today, and the rice shops in the city don't collect grain, I think, next year is estimated to be even less valuable.

No, let's sell the land, take the money and go to the city, you can make shoes, I will do some masonry work, work for people and repair houses, and earn more than farming. ”

"No, it can't be."

Hearing Li San say that he wanted to sell the land, of course his daughter-in-law was unwilling and shook her head.

"The land has to be kept for the baby, what happens to him in the future, there is food to eat if there is land, you can't starve to death, and it's difficult to marry a mother-in-law if you don't have land, you can't do it."

Seeing that his daughter-in-law's opposition was firm, Li San didn't have a choice, so he simply spread his hands and became angry.

"Then I don't have a good life this year, just this 1,500 Wen, you look at the flowers."

After speaking, he sat on the stool in a huff and said: "The storyteller in the teahouse will rush to the shell, saying that the lower the grain price, the better the life, our Ming Dynasty is lower than the grain price of Zhenguan Year, and the common people are living a better life, a good fart, and they can't afford to eat a mouthful of meat." ”

The daughter-in-law was speechless, so she let Li San talk there for a while before she spoke.

"Don't you still have a few chickens at home, why don't you kill one tomorrow?"

"Don't eat it."

Li San waved his hand: "I also pointed to laying eggs to make up for the two babies, I can't kill them." ”

Tight life has become the norm, and both husband and wife no longer talk about this topic, and when it is completely dark, they are reluctant to get some wax, and go to bed early.

In the next few days, Li San stared at the birds flying overhead every day and swallowed his saliva, thinking that it would be good if he was a marksman, and if he shot a few, he could also sacrifice a sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple.

He was still in a daze, and there was a burst of gongs on the village road.

"Gather at the entrance of the village, gather at the entrance of the village."

Li San, who was taken aback, scolded a few words in a low voice, but still stood up and ran to the entrance of the village with the same unknown neighbors.

As a result, when he ran through the entrance of the village, Li San saw that there was a middle-aged man who was not gorgeously dressed, but he was imposing, sitting on the only Taishi chair in the village, and the original owner of this chair, the village elder Li Tou, was standing beside the man and bowed carefully, with a few smiles on his face from time to time as the man whispered from time to time.

"Here comes the official."

Li San and the others were suddenly stunned in their hearts, and those who were holding the guys in their hands were even more frightened and hurriedly threw the objects to the ground, for fear of being seen, and convicted of a crime of colliding with officials and taking them into the yamen to eat the board.

"All here?"

"Almost, almost."

The village chief looked around, turned his head and bowed his back again: "It is estimated that there will be a few who are not there." ”

"Okay, you can wait for the others to come back and let me know."

The middle-aged man didn't delay much, took out a folded piece of paper from the belt around his waist, and spread it out, it was an official document.

Clearing his throat, the man read aloud.

"In September of the twelfth year of Jianwen, the Sichuan Farmland Restoration Supervision Department of the Ministry of Households of the Ming Dynasty issued a circular on matters related to the supervision of Yiguo and its affiliated counties in Chengdu, Sichuan.

Since October of the twelfth year of Jianwen, Chengdu Prefecture in Sichuan Province and its affiliated counties, all the people who own self-cultivated land can go to the Supervision Department of Returning Farmland in Chengdu City to return their self-cultivated land to the Supervision Department, and the Supervision Department will recover the price of the current land price in Chengdu at a premium of 20%.

If you are unwilling to return it at one time, you can choose to limit the refund and receive the refund compensation according to two taels of silver per mu per year.

This official letter was addressed to the Sichuan Political Envoy Si Yamen.

Daming Household Department Shangshu Qi, Household Department Sichuan Farmland Restoration Supervision Division Division Cheng Zhou Weiwen. ”

After the man finished speaking, he put away the official paper, and said a little impatiently: "If you don't understand, hurry up and put the problem forward, and the official will go to other places to inform you." ”

Chengdu Prefecture has so many counties under its jurisdiction that manpower is tight, and almost one person is responsible for the communication work of one county.

The man was impatient, but Li San's group of villagers exploded.

Is this the court going to take their land?

At that time, the royal division of the imperial court entered Sichuan to drive out the Mengyuan people and re-measure and distribute the land to them, how many years have passed, and the imperial court plans to take it back?

Although it is not for nothing, the court is also willing to give money, but sooner or later the money will be spent, how can there be land to come.

If there is a serious land complex, they immediately raised their voices against it, that is, they are unwilling to say anything.

But there are also people with bright brains, such as Li San.

"Your Excellency."

Li San shouted at the top of his voice: "My lord just said that in addition to a one-time refund, you can also choose to return, right, give two taels of silver for one acre of land a year?" ”

The man snorted and didn't say much.

But Li San was a little unconvinced.

"My lord, how much output does an acre of land produce in a year, even if it is all sold, it can't be sold for one tael of silver at the current grain price, can the court give two taels?"

As soon as this question was raised, most of the villagers came to their senses.

I was patronizing the matter of recovering the land just now, and I actually ignored the latter option, Li San was right, give two taels of silver for one acre of land a year?

Then who still farms the land, returns the land to the imperial court, and lies down and eats this compensation silver every year, isn't he fragrant?

The man was also shocked, and hurriedly took out the official document to look at it, and found that it was conclusively written on it a subsidy of two taels of silver per acre of land a year, so he nodded and agreed. To read

"That's right, the official document is indeed written for two taels of silver a year."

"I'm here!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, Li San immediately excitedly made the first to admit the vote, and he squeezed through the crowd and ran to the front: "Where to draw the bet?" ”

How can you let go of this great good thing.

Seeing that Li San had grabbed the first place, the villagers all rushed to shout, for fear that they would be one step too late and their family's land would not be able to reach out.

"Didn't the official say it just now, when you go to Chengdu City in October, the Farmland Reclamation Supervision Department will work in the Chengdu Mansion, and you can handle it there with the land deed."

The man was a little angry, and he suddenly realized that there seemed to be some miscalculation in this compensation measure, so he left this sentence and hurried away.

You have to rush back and give a notice, otherwise, although this ploughing is retreated, how many lazy people will have to be fed.

Although the man left, Li San and the others were still very excited, and they set up a dragon gate array and chatted hotly.

"The court is benevolent and righteous, and the emperor is benevolent."

No one will say that the imperial court is not authentic in recovering the land, it is all a voice of praise for virtue.

Arrive at two taels of silver for a year, who doesn't have three or five acres, so calculated, good guy, ten taels smaller!

This kind of lively and happy scene is just a banner that reads:

A rip off the walls of the house, Paramela; The house moved, Lamborghini.

In this way, it can be regarded as the right situation.

Not to mention the cheers of Li San, a group of people who were about to move to relocate households, and the man who was worried about it returned to Chengdu, he went straight to find Zhou Weiwen, the secretary of the Supervision Department of Returning Farmland, and told the latter what he had heard.

"One acre a year for two taels, isn't this raising a group of lazy people?"

Zhou Weiwen also scratched his head, picked up the official document and took a closer look, a little uncertain.

"Could it be that the cabinet said it was wrong? This compensation is really a bit high. ”

Both of them couldn't make up their minds, so they simply found Kuang Yi and the political envoy of Zuobu in Sichuan.

"Such a return to farmland, the country and the dynasty raise hundreds of thousands of lazy people, which is contrary to the spirit of His Majesty's instructions to relocate the people and change production."

Kwong Yihe was also dumbfounded, he never thought that such a situation would occur, and he spoke after a long time.

"You say, could it be that Qi Butang doesn't know the current grain prices and the people's harvest, so he made a mistake to His Majesty?"

Originally, Kuang Yihe wanted to say whether Zhu Yunwen, the emperor, did not pay attention to the people's feelings, but when the words came to his lips, he decisively threw the pot to Qi Zhi, the head of the household.

The emperor has insight into the universe and has a panoramic view, how can there be something in the world that the emperor does not know.

It must be Qi who is pulling the handle of this household book to deceive the saint!

Zhou Weiwen felt that it was very possible, so he was even more entangled: "However, we have already read out this official document, and the decree is changed overnight, where is the credibility of the imperial court?" ”

This is to the point, but the policy has not yet been implemented, but it has gone wrong first, exposing the irrationality of the Nanjing central government's rash implementation of the policy when the specific situation of the remote territory such as Sichuan is not clear and unclear.

"It can't be changed."

Kuang Yihe frowned and waved his hand, he knew that he needed to make an idea of this issue at the moment, or he pretended not to know, anyway, it was the money of the imperial court, and it was not his Kuang Yihe's family background.

But how old is Kwong Yihe this year?

You're in your early forties.

As a Jinshi in Hongwu for 30 years, Kuang Yihe happened to experience the period of the replacement of the two emperors, and he experienced the turmoil of criticizing Confucius and Confucianism before he had time to complete his advanced studies in traditional culture in the Hanlin Academy.

Followed by the decentralization of Sichuan, step by step, reading "Jianwen Dictionary" and "Jianwen Emperor Quotations Collection" to sit in this position today, Kuang Yihe understands Zhu Yunwen, the emperor.

The emperor's instructions on returning farmland this time are to relocate the people and change production, and the purpose is certainly not to raise a group of lazy people.

Then, this compensation clause for returning farmland is unreasonable.

Pretending not to know is certainly a peace of mind, but what if this matter is indeed the emperor's negligence?

This is an opportunity.

Kwong Yihe's heart was spinning.

Bet once?

Bet on whether you can guess the emperor's mind, bet right, make progress, bet wrong, and end your career.

The more he thought about it, the more entangled Kuang Yihe simply stood up and walked back and forth under the puzzled gaze of Zhou Weiwen and the others.

Looking up suddenly, Kuang Yihe saw the portrait of Zhu Yunwen hanging high above the Ming Hall.

The first thing that came to mind was Xu Buji, the official secretary.

Take a gamble!

Kuang Yihe took a deep breath and spoke.

"Since the policy has been read out, there is absolutely no reason to change it at will, but we must add that the compensation for the refund is only given for five years, and after five years, the land will be automatically sold to the imperial court at the market price at that time."

Zhou Weiwen was a little nervous, and changed the policy language that the emperor and the cabinet jointly printed at will, which was too, too bold.

"What are you afraid of?"

Kuang Yihe didn't know whether he was comforting Zhou Weiwen or comforting himself: "Isn't it clearly written on the official document, taking Sichuan as a pilot, what is a pilot, and the pilot is to dare to find problems, point out problems, and solve problems."

If the pilot is all smooth sailing and everyone is happy, isn't that the only policy that His Majesty has named many times?

Whether the policy of the central government is really appropriate or not, the local government must have the courage to put forward unreasonable places, so that the central government can correct and improve it, and blindly sing the praises of the central policy, which not only harms the people but also affects the judgment of the central policy.

In case this compensation policy is indeed unreasonable, but let's not say that His Majesty and the cabinet mistakenly think that it is accurate and appropriate, and promote it to the rest of the provinces with large populations, then tens of millions of people will be lazy and the country's finances will be exhausted. ”

Zhou Weiwen and the others listened with stars, and looked at Kuang Yihe with admiration, and the former even gave a thumbs up.

"Fantai Cheng can be described as a golden jade good word, listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years."

After that, he also made a salute in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Zhou Sicheng is going to be polite."

Kuang Yihe himself was also sweating on his back: "Although we want to change it, we should still report it to the General Secretary as soon as possible, and send it to the cabinet and His Majesty for approval as soon as possible." ”

"It's the pole, it's the pole."

The two of them can now be said to be looking at Kuang Yi and Ma Shou, and they all nodded when they heard the words: "It should be so, the lower official immediately wrote the table, and the four hundred miles were urgently reported to the General Administration." ”

Unless there is a rebellion, a major natural disaster, or other catastrophe that erodes a province, it is not allowed to rush 600 or 800 miles.

The reason is that this will affect the operation of post stations along the road and create unnecessary regional panic, so as to avoid the phenomenon of people hearing about it and spreading false rumors.

Four hundred miles is the most suitable.

The three of them reached an agreement, and soon edited and revised the new official document on returning farmland, and at the same time, a soapy official also galloped out of the city and rushed in the direction of Nanjing.