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This was the first batch of Liao people to return to Liaodong. At the beginning, the Guanning army abandoned Liaoxi, and 600,000 Liao people fled into Shanhaiguan, with no tiles on the top and no land under it, but fortunately they were accepted by Li Zhi. In this year, more than 600,000 Liao people were all in Tianjin and Shandong, and these Liao people were originally prepared to settle in Guannei after opening Xintian, but Li Zhi recovered Liaodong at this time.

After the recovery of Liaodong, the Liao people will naturally return to their homeland. So Li Zhi began to organize the Liao people to go north.

These 3,000 Liao people who disembarked from the Weihai Sea in Guangning were the first batch of Liao people to return to Liaodong.

After a long time, an old man who was walking in the front suddenly threw away his crutches and began to cry.

The cry seemed to be contagious, and it instantly resonated with everyone. One by one, thousands of people stood on the black ground in front of the pier and cried.

"Home!"

"We're really home!"

A middle-aged man was crying profusely, and he grabbed a handful of soil from the black earth and rubbed it like a treasure. Then he let the black dirt fall to the ground down the gap between his hands.

"We Liao people are no longer rootless trees and soilless duckweed!"

"We're back in Liaodong!"

"We're back in Liaodong!"

A gray-haired middle-aged man knelt on the ground, burst into tears, and kept kowtowing in the direction of Tianjin.

"Twenty-five years later, I was still an eighteen-year-old young man when I escaped from Liaodong. That year, my father was killed by Tartars, my mother cried to death on the road, my second brother died of illness in Jinzhou, and I was the only one who fled all the way to Ningyuan! ”

"Daddy! Mother! Second brother! Blessing to the Duke of Tojin, I am back in Liaodong again! I will go and find your bones in the future, and bury them in Liaodong. ”

After crying for a long time, three thousand people got up from the ground. They wiped away their tears and gradually gathered around Jing Yishan, director of the Liaodong Water Conservancy Bureau, who led the team.

"Director Jing, the first batch of our 3,000 people came to Liaodong, do you want to divide the fields for us?"

Jing Yishan cleared his throat, raised his chin and glanced at these bitter Liao people, and said arrogantly: "I, Jing Yishan, brought you three thousand people to Liaodong, and naturally I will not treat you badly." ”

Coughing, Jing Yishan said, "Actually, Grandpa Guo gave you two choices. ”

"Liaodong Town, now called Liaodong Province, has a lot of fields here, and your first choice is to directly use the meritorious service obtained from water conservancy reclamation last year to divide the land. You have worked in Tianjin and Shandong for a year, and each strong man can share 20 acres of dry land. But as you know, the climate here in Liaodong is cold, and planting 20 acres of wheat can only make ends meet for a year. ”

Jing Yishan was talking eloquently in the middle of the crowd, but the Liao people behind him couldn't hear his words clearly, and they were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks. Fortunately, the people of Liao have experienced countless bloody sufferings and have always been united. Many people standing in the front took the initiative to pass Jing Yishan's words to the back, so that the people in the back row knew what Jing Yishan meant.

Jing Yishan coughed, glanced at the audience, and said: "In order to encourage reclamation, Grandpa Guo has set a rule: the first three years of dry land are exempted, and from the third year, the field is three liters per mu. ”

Everyone glanced at each other, and although the first choice of the secret path could only be mixed with food and clothing, it was much better than the previous days.

In the past, whether it was in Liaodong Town or in Liaoxi Province, the "military tuntian" was planted, and each mu of land had to pay one bucket and two liters of tuntian grains to the officials' families, and they were often dragged by despicable officers to take care of the officers' private fields. It is already the limit for a strong laborer to plant 20 acres of land, and it is even more pitiful to deduct the grains left over from the tuntian, and when he is dragged to work by the officers and delays his own farming, the wheat harvested in the end is often unable to feed his family.

Moreover, for the most pitiful fugitives from Liaodong, the last Tuntian grains expropriated by the officers in western Liaoxi were often more than one bucket or two liters.

Grandpa Guo has always been kind to his people. The people of Liao only worked for Grandpa Guo for one year to open up the wasteland, and they were able to divide 20 acres of dry land in Liaodong and only collect three liters of land, which was really benevolent and virtuous. Moreover, the law is strict under the rule of the national government, and there will never be a situation where officials bully the people. With these 20 acres of dry land, the Liao people who returned to their homeland became homesteaders one by one. This is much better than the serf-like military households in the past.

With these 20 acres of dry land as homesteaders, a family of two can support the elderly and children.

Someone gets impulsive on the spot and wants to choose this "first choice".

The old man in the lead is more sophisticated. He put on his crutches and asked loudly, "Director Jing, what about this second choice?" ”

Jing Yishan looked at the old man, laughed, and said, "The second choice is to continue to open up the wasteland for Grandpa Guo." For another four years, each person will be given a monthly salary of one or two or five yuan per month for these four years, including three meals a day, as well as fresh fish caught by Tianjin fishermen to supplement nutrition. Four years later, each person was given 100 acres of dry land. ”

Hearing Jing Yishan's words, everyone took a breath of cool air. This second option is so tempting.

Not to mention the 100 acres of land, let's just say that the two or five dollars a month, three meals a day with fish and meat treatment, is more cost-effective than planting 20 acres of land by yourself. Planting 20 acres of dry land may not be able to earn 18 taels of silver and three meals a day, let alone three meals with fish and meat.

In addition, after four years of drying, you can get a hundred acres of dry land, how to see how cost-effective this deal is.

Jing Yishan smiled and said: "The reason why I let you accumulate a hundred acres of dry land after four years is because with the machinery of Grandpa Guo, there is no problem for you to take care of one hundred acres of dry land with one strong laborer." When the time comes, you will harvest 60 or 70 stone rice noodles from 100 acres of land, and you will send them one by one! ”

Only then did the Liao people understand the good intentions of Grandpa Guo.

A middle-aged man was more thoughtful, thought for a while and asked, "Director Jing, we just don't spend a penny to save four months' money, and we can't afford to buy Grandpa Guo's agricultural machinery." ”

Jing Yishan was cold and arrogant, and he was a little impatient when he heard the words of this middle-aged man, and said coldly: "If you can't afford it, you can take out a loan, do you think Jinqi Bank was built for nothing?" ”

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On December 23, in the third branch of Fanjiazhuang of Jinqi Bank, the crowd was full of people.

From time to time, someone walked into the bank, and when they saw the overcrowded posture in the branch, they shook their heads and walked out.

"No, there are too many people today, wait a few more days."

Since its opening, Jinqi Bank has been welcomed by the masses. It was safer to keep money in the Jinzi Bank than to store silver, and there was interest to pay, and it soon absorbed a large amount of public deposits. In the past six months, Jinqi Bank has developed rapidly, opening a branch almost every five days, and expanding its operations in Tianjin and Shandong.

Of course, there is such a huge flow of people in Jinqi Bank today, not to deposit money, but to apply for loans.

Three days ago, the first batch of Fanjiazhuang "meritorious old employees" of the Liaodong Grange land deeds were completed. These meritorious veteran employees have all divided hundreds of acres of dry land, but none of them have the strength to purchase machinery such as ploughing cattle, seed drills, and harvesters that cost 300 taels at every turn. In the end, everyone thought of coming to Jinqi Bank to get a loan.

The anxious crowd in the bank hall was all holding the title deed to get a mortgage.

Cui Wending, the president of the third branch, stood in the hall, smiling and handing out "serial number plates" to the people in line, and was very busy.

Cui Wen's determination is not small, he is the one who wants to be the president of the head office. As Li Zhi's father-in-law, he has no problem with his background and relationships, and what he needs most is the performance of convincing the public. He looked at these loan applicants who came to give him results, and how pleasing to the eye.