Clearing his throat and looking at the eager expressions of the villagers, Zhao Guohua began to speak: "The country I live in is called Huaxia Kingdom, and it takes three years to take a big boat to the east from the Ming Dynasty to reach it, and the land there is twice as much as the Ming Dynasty, but the population is more than ten times more than the Ming Dynasty......

"Ah, so many people, they have to starve to death...... "Sun Laohan opened his mouth in surprise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking at him, Zhao Guohua smiled, and then said: "No, the farming technology there is higher than that of Daming, and the grain yield per mu of land, such as wheat and rice, is ten times that of Daming......"

"Oh my God, how did they do it?" Sun Laohan asked in surprise.

He couldn't help but be surprised, once such a technique was mastered by himself, would he still be hungry, this was not equivalent to increasing the number of acres tenfold, thinking of such a good thing, Sun Laohan really couldn't sit still.

"The people there, they have rice, white flour steamed buns, pork, beef and mutton to eat every meal, many people are troubled because they eat too fat, people can open shops to do business, they can also go to work in factories, children as big as Zhu'er go to school every day with schoolbags, children sit in spacious and bright classrooms to read and write, adults work for four hours a day, every six days of work and have a day off, and when it comes, parents take their children to the city to play......" Zhao Guohua continued.

Sun Laohan's eldest son, Sun Fu, said longingly: "This is simply the life of a fairy." Such a day is to live one day and live a year less, and I will do it. ”。

"Ah, I can't imagine such a day......" Ding Shun said with a yearning face.

An old boy in the village who had been trying for a long time said: "Zhao Gongzi, I received the rice noodles you sent, it stands to reason that I shouldn't doubt what you said, but the day you said is really good, I think such days are only available in Tao Yuanming's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", in order to prove that there is such a thing, can you come up with some evidence for us to see?" ”

That's right, after all, what I'm saying is a bit like bragging, and I have to come up with something to prove it.

Thinking about it, Zhao Guohua's eyes lit up, ah, didn't he have a photo. That's the best evidence.

Thinking of this, he said, "Xiaomei, you find out the clothes I was wearing, I have something in my pocket." ”

Hearing him say this, Xiaomei led him back to the house, took out the clothes that had been washed and stored in the old wooden box under the bed, and took out the bag of photos wrapped in plastic bags.

"Brother Zhao, can I take a look first?" Sun Xiaomei asked happily and urgently.

Zhao Guohua heard her say this, knowing that she wanted to have a sneak peek, so he nodded with a smile, opened the plastic packaging bag and handed her the photo, Sun Xiaomei turned on the oil lamp and looked at it happily.

"It's so pretty! So beautiful! Sun Xiaomei's eyes lit up, and her mouth was full of slurp.

Seeing this, Zhao Guohua said with a smile: "Xiaomei, the villagers are still waiting outside." ”。

"Ahh I forgot" said Sun Xiaomei, who was embarrassed and hurriedly went out and called the people in the courtyard in.

Lao Tongsheng took the photo and exclaimed: "Ah, what Zhao Gongzi said is true, this is unimaginable......."

"You see so many people on the road, such tall and beautiful houses, with trees and flowers on both sides of the road. There are still such bright lights at night, and this is the imperial palace in the capital...... It's so beautiful to be able to live here......" Sun Cai, the second son of Sun Laohan, said with a sigh in his mouth.

In the dark night sky, the sky full of stars shimmered brightly, like countless silver beads, densely inlaid on the deep black night.

It's already the third watch, but the backyard of Yongxin County, Ji'an Prefecture is still lit with oil lamps, and Song Zhong, the county magistrate, has not slept yet, and is still talking to his master Niu Decao.

A county ya, the official establishment of only four people, that is, the county, the county, the main book, the history, the county, the county is the official of the court, that is, the official, the main book is Zuo Er, and the history is the head of the government. The county official is the most basic official, directly in charge of the county's people's clothing, food, housing, transportation, marriage, taxes, education, birth, old age, sickness and death and other trivial matters, so correspondingly to set up six room management, in addition, it is also necessary to be equipped with three classes of fast office, six room officials, discipline, teaching, history, inspection, post officer, tax supervisor, cook, miscellaneous servant and so on.

The personnel in the county government are divided into three categories: officials, officials, and servants, and they are pyramid-shaped in number.

The governor of the county is in charge of the administrative affairs of a county, and the second and the chief are respectively responsible for the affairs of persuading agriculture, water conservancy, Qing army, patrol and other aspects; Officials are public officials registered in the Ministry of Officials, mainly in the Sixth Room, the Food Department, the Horse Department and other housing sections, and handle official documents and account books; The officials were responsible for standing in the hall, guarding, guarding, urging the department, arresting and other matters, and waiting for the dispatch of the officials. A county government can be called a small kingdom.

Song Zhong is a second-class jinshi in the third year of the Apocalypse, a native of Guizhou, he was a jinshi at the age of thirty, and he is now over forty years old, full of poetry and books, and his official reputation is not bad.

He walked back and forth in the room, his lips tightly closed, his swarthy face full of melancholy, because of his face, a pair of eyes that seemed a little large, his thin hands on the table, his clenched fists tightened, revealing five bone joints.

"Sir, the money and food of the imperial court have been too tight recently, but more than half of them have not been confiscated, what is the best plan for sir?" Song Zhong asked the master with a sad face.

Niu Decao has a long body, a long face and a wide forehead, wears a round-necked blue shirt, a scarf on his head, square-toed boots on his feet, and a pair of slender eyes under his thin eyebrows, which reveal a glimmer of light from time to time between opening and closing.

He is a native of Shaoxing, 45 years old this year, has a son and a daughter at home, the daughter is married to a wife, and the son has been admitted to Xiucai at home, and is studying in the local county school, preparing to take the examination again.

Ordinary families can't support two scholars, there is no way, Niu Deshui had to quit by himself, and under the recommendation of relatives, he came to Yongxin County, Ji'an Prefecture two years ago to become Song Zhong's money and grain master.

The master is a product of the ancient local officials, they do not belong to the imperial court, but by the local officials themselves to pay for a kind of position, mainly to be their own staff, for their own advice. Although the master is not in the grade, he is quite respected by the officials, and many officials often call the master by Mr., and call themselves students, and the master calls the officials Dong Weng.

The master is famous for the master of Shaoxing, and there are many types of masters, including the famous master of punishment, the master of Shuqi, the master of folding, the master of taxation, the master of Qiangu, and more than a dozen kinds, and the master of Qiangu, also known as the master of money and grain, is in charge of money, silver and grain, and is responsible for the work of taxation.

The most important by the county order is the master of money and grain and the master of criminal name, Master Qian Gu is in charge of the tax of grain and money in a county, and the master of criminal name is responsible for criminal cases in the county.

"Dong Weng, the north is a rogue and a Tartar back and forth, it has long been ten rooms and nine empty, and the taxes of the imperial court are only added to the south, but in this way, it is even more difficult for the people in the south to survive, to be honest, in such a world, being an official is really a chore." Niu Decao said sympathetically.

Listening to Niu Decao's words, Song Zhong sighed tiredly: "You said how this official army fought, spent so much money and food on the imperial court, and was beaten by the Tartars every time and lost their armor, are those Tartars gods?" Where did the invincible army of my Taizu go when he became an ancestor? ”

In the past ten years, he has been a magistrate in many places, and he feels that it is becoming more and more difficult to be an official, and the imperial court collects more and more money and grain every year, but the rogues and Tartars are making more trouble, which is really incomprehensible.

"Dong Weng, it's complicated to say this, it's better not to say it, and save the trouble from the mouth."

Glancing at Niu Decao, Song Zhong sighed, and said with a tired voice: "What Mr. said is the same, the official is just complaining, and there is not enough money and food to be levied below, so I have to ask Mr. to bother more." ”

"Please rest assured, his subordinates will get this matter done as soon as possible, it's late at night, you can go and rest quickly." After speaking, Niu Decao bent over and Song Zhong made a gesture, then turned around and went out.

A clear river flows slowly in front of a house in the east of the city, and from time to time a few birds with green feathers pass by the river, and the weeping willows by the river are gently blowing, and the breeze is gentle, and the scenery is very beautiful. Yang Degui Yang Squire's mansion is here, the stone-paved streets here are smooth, the trees on both sides of the road are shady, and the beautiful houses are one after another, and the residents in this vicinity are either rich or expensive, and they belong to the place where the rich people in Yongxin County live.

That afternoon, a strong man in his twenties staggered to the door of Yang Degui's mansion full of alcohol.

This person is tall and fat, with big hands and feet, a broad face and square cheeks, wearing a brown silk shirt, open arms, wearing a swastika turban, and an open chest with a bush of black hair, ugly and thick. The thick black hair was unkempt, a pair of big copper bell eyes, and there were bloodshot wisps on the eyes, and it looked like he hadn't slept enough.

"Second young master, you drank too much again...... a doorman walked over with a smile to help him.

This person is Yang Xiang, the second son of Yang Degui.

Yang Degui has two sons, Yang Xiang is Yang Degui's second son, 21 years old this year, this person has a rude temperament, does not do his job, he does not like to study, and he is not good at guns, drinking and playing money is his biggest hobby, drinking and fooling around outside all day long, and he has never ignored the affairs of the family.

Yang Degui scolded him a lot for this, but it didn't have much effect at all, he just regarded it as the wind in his ears, and he still did his own thing.

"Get out of here, Lao Tzu will go by himself. Belch! ......" Yang Xiang roared, burped, raised his legs, and with a "snap", kicked the door backwards, and then staggered into the door.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Yang Xiang shouted loudly: "Hurry up...... Hurry up and get honey water for Young Master Ben, I'm dying of thirst...... Be careful of the dog's leg you're waiting for. "A servant hurried to get honey water.

"Leave him alone, kill him with thirst." Yang Degui spoke and appeared at the door of the room.

As soon as he heard the voice, Yang Xiang knew that it was his father Yang Degui, turned around, and said with a hippie smile: "Dad, why are you cursing me to death...... I'm afraid you're going to cry when I'm dead......"

"Hmph, you little brute, it's good to be dead, you don't read books, you don't do anything, you just eat and drink with a group of fox friends and dog friends all day long, how could Lao Tzu raise a son like you."

"Ugh!" After another hiccup, Yang Xiang grinned and said, "Dad, you have so much money, you don't want me to spend it, do you want to take it to the coffin." ”

"Bastard, do you talk to Lao Tzu like this, you said you want to practice martial arts, Lao Tzu invited a martial artist, but you have only studied for a few days and you are afraid of hardship, what do you say you want to do?" Yang Degui angrily pointed at him and reprimanded.