The rich old man's face was gloomy and a little ugly.

In the open space of the drying field, firewood was soon brought in, and several large fires were built, and the villagers and villagers stood around the fire.

Someone else brought in a few tables and chairs.

Lao Zhao sat at the table, and the Sha family specially asked someone to bring Lao Zhao a pot of charcoal, which was still warm when he put it directly under his feet without smoke, and he even specially asked people to send his own usual hand warmer to Lao Zhao's table.

The Gao family sent someone to quickly boil a pot of good tea, and brought a large pot of noodles to it.

Lao Zhao had a charcoal basin at his feet, a stove in his hands, and a bowl of hot noodles, but his body quickly warmed up.

"The folks are hungry too, aren't they?" Lao Zhao smiled at the Baekje villagers who watched them eat noodles and swallowed their saliva.

The villagers were just secretly drooling.

"Rich man, Gao Lang, Sha Lang, you see that we are full and warm, but everyone is freezing and hungry, how about you order a bowl of noodles for everyone?"

The three local tyrants and landlords don't care about the life or death of these people in their hearts.

But when I saw Lao Zhao's crazy appearance just now, I was afraid, I couldn't figure out what these people were going to do at this time, and I didn't dare to do what was right, so I had to invite people to let them cook noodles.

The rich old man called his son to the front, "Cook ten catties of noodles and put more water." ”

There are more than 100 households in the village, and there are five or six hundred people, but the old man only asked his son to cook ten catties of noodles, but his son still cooks too much, and ten catties of noodles is a lot.

"Just put two catties, cooking noodles will waste water and firewood!"

"Don't talk nonsense, cook ten catties."

Lao Zhao held a stove in his hand and looked at the villagers in front of him.

It is obviously divided into two people, on one side are the local tyrants and landlords of Fusha High School, the three landlords are wearing mink, their bodies are warm, their clothes are bright, their faces are ruddy, and there are many fat people. On the other side, the hundreds of villagers were all dressed in vegetables, their clothes were thin and patched, and some were even barefoot in the winter, standing in the cold wind, hunched over their backs and shrunk at waists.

Some people have numb expressions and glazed eyes.

As the pavilion chief who retired from the government soldiers, Lao Zhao didn't have much sympathy for the scene in front of him.

His trip to the cold weather was only a request from above.

Nowadays, the battalions and government soldiers of Baekje Province have basically been deployed in place, and the noble officials of the upper echelons of Baekje Province are basically controlled.

The imperial court also moved several groups of immigrants over.

It is against this backdrop that the Imperial Court is now asking Baekje-do to start going deep into the ground and fully implement the land reform policy.

The essence of the land reform is, of course, to grant land to the land, but the actual essence is to crack down on the powerful landlords and big households in the original areas of Baekje, and to confiscate the land of these people into the public ownership of the imperial government, and then grant part of it to the people at the bottom of Baekje, who were originally landless and poor.

Of course, more land still has to be left to the Han immigrants.

In the final analysis, they, the township pavilion chiefs, are on the front line of land reform.

The attitude of the above is very clear, there is nothing to say about the local powerful landlords, one size fits all, all of them are defeated.

As for the poor Baekje people at the bottom, it is necessary to strive for unity first.

Some time ago, Lao Zhao was also named by the county to go to the county town to participate in a land reform work training class to learn how to do a good job in this new policy.

Now, Lao Zhao has a lot of newly learned policies and methods in his head.

Licun is a big village in the township, and it is also the first stop of the land reform selected by Lao Zhao, which must be started.

Lao Zhao sat there and drank tea slowly, and the tea could only be said to be average.

He wasn't in a hurry to start doing anything right away.

In the cold wind of the early morning, a ray of golden sunlight shone down, and the sun came out.

The noodles are finally cooked.

The three families all sent slaves to carry several large buckets of noodles out, and Lao Zhao got up and personally distributed noodles to the villagers.

After a spoonful, I only saw soup and water, and I didn't see a few noodles, let alone oil flowers.

Lao Zhao shook his head, but he didn't say anything, just asked the people to go home and bring bowls of noodles.

With smiles on their faces, the villagers ran home happily, bringing wooden bowls, pottery bowls, and some even directly brought pottery pots and pots.

Some families have five or six people, but they can't get one bowl per person.

The noodle soup was poured into bowls one by one, and these people quickly drank it, not even caring about the scalding.

Lao Zhao took the officials and militiamen of the township pavilion and made noodles for hundreds of villagers.

"Rich man, don't you eat?"

Of course, the rich old man didn't look down on this kind of noodle soup, and smiled and said that he was not hungry.

The sound of drinking noodle soup on the field was loud.

Although the noodle soup of the three families does not add up to 20 catties of noodles, it is not white water, there are always a few noodles in each bowl, and this soup also has a noodle flavor.

After eating a large bowl of noodle soup, it was finally not so cold.

Looking at them like this, Lao Zhao also knew in his heart that these villagers had not had a good time before. Lao Zhao is a native of Qinghe, Hebei, which is a notoriously narrow place with many people, his family used to have a large family on a little field, and there is always a drought and flood disaster on the plain, and a disaster is not available.

Until now, Lao Zhao's childhood memories are still full of hunger.

It wasn't until later that he was forced to become a homeless person, and then he was coerced into becoming a thief, and then he was recruited by the official army and became a government soldier, and then he was injured and retired, and he became a pavilion chief in Anton.

Today's life is still good, when he moved to Anton as a soldier, he had already brought his family with him, he himself divided 100 acres of military land, in addition, he was the standard-bearer, enjoyed the treatment of the deputy level of the team, and gave him 50 acres of land, and then each person in the family divided 20 acres of Yongye field, and the family divided a total of more than 300 acres of land.

Although the new home is still very simple, it is full of hope.

"Let's declare some industries first, and the rich will come first?" Lao Zhao said to the rich old man with a smile.

The rich old man thought that what he should have come was coming after all, and he came over a little uneasily.

"Sit." Lao Zhao pointed to the bench in front of the table.

"How many people are in the rich man's family, how many slaves, how many tribes? How many houses are there at home, how many acres of fields are there, and how many livestock are there? ”

A scribe began to pick up a pen and write.

The rich old man's brows were twisted into a Sichuan character.

"Rich man, this is all a requirement of the imperial court, we will have a big census in Baekje Province, count the fields, register the homestead property, the fields and houses, shops, slaves, large livestock, vehicles and ships, all of which must be registered and archived, and issued a deed, and the deed shall prevail in the future, without the deed, it cannot prove that these belong to you, and those without the deed can be listed as ownerless and must be accepted by the imperial court as public ownership."

The rich old man can't advance or retreat.

reported it, and I was afraid that there would be problems inside, so don't report it, this Zhao Pavilion has already laid an ambush, and once it is found that he does not report it, he will be taken away as an ownerless thing.

Silent.

Lao Zhao didn't rush, and sat there leisurely drinking tea.

This land reform is not a dinner invitation, and it will not show mercy to the local tyrants, but when I was training in the county, I also said above that this errand must pay attention to ways and means, and it cannot be directly forced.

You have to take it one step at a time.

And this verification and clearance registration is the first step.

In fact, before Lao Zhao came, he had already found out the powerful landlords and big households in each village in the township, and the township pavilion had already made a thorough survey of the situation in each village and divided the people under his rule into categories. There were gentry, landlords, and wealthy households, as well as small yeoman farmers and tenant poor, as well as servants and subordinates.

However, most of these information were provided through Heipi and other Baekje people who returned to the imperial court, and now Lao Zhao has to come down to do a verification in person, so as not to be fooled by Heipi and other Baekje people.

As mentioned earlier, in order to govern Baekje, it is necessary to attack a group of people, use a group of people, and unite a group of people. The group of people who were attacked this was naturally the original royal and aristocratic officials and the local powerful landlords and wealthy merchants, who wanted to take advantage of some former petty officials, yeoman farmers, and small industrialists who were obedient to the imperial court, and attracted these people to serve as officials in the Baekje Yamen, as soldiers of the Tutuan Association, and local security teams. And what needs to be united are the original proletarian poor people, and even the slave tribes.

Lao Zhao also knew that the imperial court's major policy was definitely to change the species of immigrants, which was the basic strategy of the imperial court for multiple conquered places, but this was only the general direction, it could not be achieved overnight, it had to be done step by step, after all, Baekje had a population of several million.

The rich old man began to report the situation, and the scribe there wrote it down.

"Anything else? Don't leave anything missing. Lao Zhao reminded from time to time, and then the rich old man frowned, paused for a while, and reported some more.

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