Henglin.

"Yang Xin, you demon, I won't let you go!"

Zheng Zhenxian, the father of Zheng Zhen, howled.

Immediately afterwards, he was dragged by several rebel soldiers to the high platform behind, and behind him were several other men of the Zheng family......

"Why did he say that I was Yang Xin? My name is obviously Yang Feng, why does everyone call me Yang Xin? Do I look so much like that Yang Xin? This is simply inexplicable, hurry up and find me a wooden sign, and then paint it with white paint and write black letters, make it bigger, just like the sign of the official master's travel, and arrange a brother to hold it for me. ”

Yang Xin said.

"What's that sign about?"

A minion asked cautiously.

"Idiot, of course I'm Yang Feng!"

Yang Xin said.

Well, there is no silver in this place, and it can be regarded as the only one that is so frustrating.

The minions hurried to arrange.

At this time, the rest of the Zheng family also cried and cried.

Behind them were the jolly local poor, mainly the tenants and serfs of the Zheng family, who carried large boxes and poured out boxes of title deeds, deeds of sale and IOUs directly on the street, and piled them up on the street. One who was estimated to be a serf quickly pulled out his deed of sale from it, shouted and shouted like crazy, and even rushed to Zheng Zheng's younger brother and slapped him in the face with the deed of sale.

"We are all human beings, why do you treat us as slaves!"

He scolded.

As he spoke, he kicked the latter.

Then he cheered and rushed to the fire that had been lit next to him, and ignited the deed of sale from above, where he laughed wildly at the burning deed, and then fell to his knees and cried.

And more and more poor people rushed into that pile of things, looking for their own homes, although the vast majority of them were illiterate, but this problem was easy to solve, and there were literate people in it, and the literacy rate in this area was very high, and those who were literate while looking for their own homes kept answering those who had all kinds of deed of sale.

They were completely caught up in the.

"Oh my God, open your eyes!"

A fellow sage looks up to the sky and sorrows.

Then a serf who had found his deed of sale kicked him......

"God doesn't open his eyes, how can there be a savior like Yang Yuanfu?"

The serf said.

Yang Dudu nodded with satisfaction.

And more and more title deeds, deeds of sale and usury IOUs, were thrown into the fire by the reveling poor, and the ashes rising in the flames represented the shuffling of the land.

"What's going on?"

Yang Dudu looked at one of the little beauties carrying a little beauty out and shouted.

The man looked at him blankly.

"Put her down, we are righteous teachers, we are not those robbers who burn and loot, those who dare to rob the people will be executed, I didn't know before you read you, spare you this time, quickly put this girl down." You must remember that we are fighting local tyrants and dividing the land, and we want to equal the rich and the poor, and equal to the rich and the low, but we are not bandits. From now on, any more robbers of women will be killed, and all seized grain and cloth will have to be returned to the public and then divided equally. ”

Yang Xin said.

Of course, he didn't say what to do with the gold and silver.

He didn't take these people to really play any base, in fact, he was taking revenge, taking revenge on the Changzhou gentry, dividing the farmland in this area of Changzhou, and then militiaing in this area.

This is one of the most important granaries of the Ming Dynasty, the first in Suzhou, the second in Songjiang, the third in Xi'an, the fourth in Jinan, and the fifth in Changzhou.

Of course, Suzhou is far ahead.

In fact, Suzhou is the only one with more than one million, and it is more than two million, but Suzhou and Songjiang are extremely developed in the textile industry, so farmers usually spin their own yarn and then sell it for silver to pay taxes, while Changzhou is mainly based on grain production. In particular, hundreds of thousands of acres of the original Furong Lake reclamation area, known as the 108,000 Furong Wei, are all top-quality paddy fields, and they can produce three or four stone valleys per mu casually, which is no worse than Yang Xin's paddy fields in Tianjin.

But these fertile fields have nothing to do with the imperial court.

Because the tax on the people's land in the imperial court was so low that it could be described as pitiful.

An average of five liters to two buckets.

It's in the area of Su Songchang.

Excluding those very few special cases, the tax standard for the vast majority of farmland is five liters to two buckets, and this tax rate is only one to five percent compared to the yield of three or four stone grains per mu, and even the most common yield of three stone grains is also pitifully low.

But farmers are not going to make a good living because of this pitifully low tax rate.

Because the rent is staggeringly high.

Eight buckets start, two or three stones are not rare.

In the whole cake, the court got a pitiful little, at least for Tianqi, he had to get five liters to two buckets per mu, plus Ding Yin's high point here, a family spread it on the mu, that is, one bucket, in fact, Ding Yin in these rich areas is three dollars. There is still a levy in silver, which is almost three dollars in the end, and it is still within one bucket per mu, and finally the apocalypse will get four and a half buckets of the sky.

Actually, you can't get it, because there are too many tax-free fields in the hidden fields.

And the gentry got at least one and a half stones, and then left......

The rest are not peasants' either.

Because there are also officials who collect fire consumption and collect all kinds of donations that have nothing to do with the apocalypse, a county official takes office, and every year there are many donations under various names.

He still has officials after fishing.

After the officials finished fishing, it was the turn of the profiteers to play.

In the end, this batch came on the field, and it was the peasants who finished distributing this cake, but what the apocalypse got in this cake was definitely not much, and even he didn't get as much as the corrupt officials, so he had to play without a middleman to make the difference, and kill the one who shared the largest piece of cake.

But Apocalypse can't do that.

He still has to be the emperor, in fact, Yang Xin can't do this, Yang Dudu is the emperor's minister and not a rebel.

Then let Yang Feng do it.

Anyway, it was the apocalypse that got the benefit in the end.

So Yang Xin is not worried about the apocalypse, he is blatantly playing this way of insulting the opponent's IQ, he is retaliating, this is the Changzhou gentry asking for themselves, and then he is messing around here, and he has finished the biggest cake for the apocalypse.

Apocalypse has long been pleasantly surprised by the income given to him by the Wuxi militia before, although Daming is not without Huangzhuang, on the contrary, there are, but in fact it is also a confused account, and it has long been broken up and down. In fact, Yang Xin's set will also be broken, but the problem is that before it is broken, such a reform really caused Tianqi's income to skyrocket, and the rent and grain paid to him by the Wuxi militia district last year were close to the fields of the entire Wuxi County in the past.

Not to mention the apocalypse, even the nine thousand years old were taken aback.

In total, more than 10,000 households of militia.

On average, more than 10,000 households paid more than 100,000 stones, and in the past, the entire Wuxi County paid less than 200,000 stones.

They have long wanted to expand the militia area, no matter how the local officials and gentry curse and attack this so-called tumor in various ways, the grain paid every year is real, and one such militia district has paid more than 100,000 stones, and there are more than a dozen pieces of it, and the capital has a year's worth of grain.

But Tianqi and Jiu Qiansui also know that this way is too exciting, and it can even be said that it is mad, and it is completely self-isolating from the people, so they can't do it casually, at least there must be a sufficient reason, why have they resolutely supported Yang Xin all these years? In addition to the money confiscated from the family, it is very important to the militia area, and even the few reformed pieces of land in Liaodong have already made them see a similar situation, at least those military households can already be self-sufficient. The self-sufficiency of military households is equivalent to the reduction of Liaodong's dependence on foreign grain, and it also makes Liaodong's grain prices fall steadily.

But Tianqi and Nine Thousand Years Old didn't dare, they didn't even dare to let Yang Xin straighten out the guard.

They also saw the situation in Fengyang.

However, the rectification of the guard post will have to face the frantic opposition of the vested interests of the guard system, just as the large-scale militia of the whole country will cause the gentry clique to frantically oppose or even rebel.

So you can only raid the house a little bit.

They were happy with it.

But Yang Xin was already very dissatisfied with the efficiency of copying the house.

It's too slow.

And he's a long way away!

There are still three years to go.

Three years later, the drought in the Northwest really began.

Even next year, Jiangnan will usher in continuous flooding, which is actually the so-called special plum rainy season in science, the rainy season is early to late, and the annual rainfall exceeds the normal situation, to put it bluntly, it is the prelude to the climate upheaval. In recent years, Jiangnan has long begun, there is heavy snow every year, Taihu Lake is frozen, thin ice appears on the bank of the Yangtze River, the Huai River is frozen enough to walk through, and it often snows heavily as far as Guangzhou.

In this case, Yang Xin simply came ruthlessly.

Yang Xin is too slow to copy the house, so let Yang Feng come out to fight the local tyrants and divide the land, anyway, as long as this scene of destroying the three views is played enough, the apocalypse will definitely be happy to accept this big gift.

What's wrong with opening your eyes and talking nonsense?

Yang Xin and Yang Feng are stupid and can't tell what's wrong?

What's wrong with the fact that there are no three hundred taels of silver here?

In short, there is no Yang Xin here, there is only Yang Feng, a drama thief from Taihua Mountain, these are all done by Yang Feng, and they have nothing to do with Yang Xin, as for Yang Feng, he looks like Yang Xin......

Rumor.

Absolute rumors.

are all those Changzhou gentry who hate Yang Dudu, who made up nonsense to frame Yang Dudu.

"Brothers, put this thing one by one, and then tie it around your neck, we will be the Red Turban Army in the future, we are the righteous teachers who fight for a better life for the poor villagers, we are the army of the poor villagers, we are the Red Turban Army who fight the local tyrants and divide the fields!"

Yang Xin held a red scarf and shouted in his hand.

There was cheering on the other side.

Then the serfs who had just burned the deed of sale took their red scarves and tied them around their necks excitedly. And at this moment, Zheng Zhenxian and the others were also pressed down one by one, and then put on some kind of exaggerated decoration, and hung wooden signs on their chests......

"Now, the accusations against these local tyrants and inferior gentry have begun, and whoever knows their crimes will come to the stage and say it to the villagers!"

Yang Xin shouted.

Immediately afterwards, he put out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table in front of him and began to record......

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