The people are water, and water can overturn and carry boats. For this sentence, Liu Jun understood what he meant.

Liu Jun, who grew up in the countryside, knows that the people are not afraid of any government, and once the people are forced to a dead end and there is no food to eat, even if it is an impregnable regime, it will be crushed. Disappear into the world. Become a pair of garbage.

In addition, most of the people in the northeast are banner people, and the Han people are in the minority, and if the land reform is not completed in one fell swoop within this time and the land is handed over to the people, I am afraid that some of the latter things will be seriously affected. Some of their own measures will be resisted.

Zhong Lin didn't understand this, and Liu Jun didn't want to explain it, just told Zhong Lin that he could give an order.

Although there is still a hint of cool heating in Lushun, Jilin has begun to get cold.

Jilin did not experience the baptism of war, and the people only woke up one night to find that it was not the Qing army wearing earthy gray uniforms that had appeared on the streets to patrol and maintain order, but the Lushun army with all gray bodies and diagonal rifles on their backs.

Maybe it's because the weather is too cold, or maybe it's because the army walking on the streets and running in unison has shocked the people, and there are not many pedestrians on the streets of Jilin...... On North Street, the former Jilin General's Mansion has now been replaced by the Temporary Headquarters of the Second Corps of the Lushun Army.

The stone lions on both sides of the vermilion gate with hideous faces and unangry and arrogant, and the soldiers standing motionless on both sides of the gate are announcing to the people around them that the people in this place must be in a high position.

Go inside, through the shadow wall, is the main hall of the Jilin General's Mansion, and it is also the place where Changshun once worked, but now, Changshun has returned to the capital after taking over Jilin, and the people here have been replaced by several main generals of the Lushun Army.

In the hall, there are a lot of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and even in some places, a lot of rare and exotic plants are placed.

"The marshal ordered that Jilin Shengjing and Heilongjiang should confiscate all the landlords' land within five days, and then delegate it to the people." Duan Qirui threw the telegram he had just received onto the table covered with maps, and looked at Feng Guozhang, who was picking up a tea bowl and preparing to drink tea, and Yiktanga, who was standing in front of the map.

"Five days, isn't it too short?" Feng Guozhang put down the teacup, frowned and began to bow his head and remain silent.

"Well, the old man also thinks it's too hasty, it's a bit hasty to complete it in five days, otherwise, let's jointly generate electricity, I hope the big handsome ......" Yi Ketanga pondered for a while, and before he finished speaking, he saw Duan Qirui waving his hand: "No need, no one can change the order issued by the big marshal, let's think about how to collect the land." After Duan Qirui finished speaking, he began to spread out the map.

After discussion, several people decided to salute first and then soldiers, and take the lead in issuing a public announcement, and those who did not hand over the land to the county officials in various places after three days would be severely punished.

However, a few people estimated in their hearts that such a thing should not happen, after all, Liu Jun's majesty of slashing seven or eight hundred people in Liaoyang was still there.

On the streets of Jilin, the cold wind was howling, and many people in black jackets put their hands in their sleeves and looked indifferently at the Lushun patrol that passed by from time to time.

Chen Laosan was originally a bowl mending maker in Jilin City. In the past few days, the people of Jilin City have been flustered, and there is no one to make up the bowls, so he puts on his leather jacket and walks around the street when he has nothing to do.

When he came to the middle street, he simply huddled around a group of people, not knowing what to discuss.

Chen Laosan finally squeezed in, and before he could see the probe, he heard the people next to him constantly discussing.

"It's okay now, the Lushun Army is here, and our people also have land." A gray-haired old man who looked like an old talent smiled and said to a young man in his twenties in his twenties who was wearing a patch and had a wheelbarrow or two next to him.

"Dad, how can you say that when the Lushun Army comes, our people will have land, and the land belongs to the landlords?"

"You see, it is written on it, so the landlord officials must hand over all the title deeds to the government within two days, and those who fail to pay them within the time limit will bear the consequences."

Chen Laosan didn't listen to the old man pointing to the notice on it, but squeezed out of the crowd and rushed home with a smile on his face.

He is a poor man, the only bit of land, but also let the landlord to seize the past, he once made up bowls in the Shengjing area, heard the people over there, Liaodong, the people have land, when he heard the news, he was very envious, and hoped that one day he could have his own land.

With a squeak, Chen Laosan violently pushed open his room and came to the bed, on the bed, it was his wife, who had been sick for three months, because she had no money for treatment, so she could only lie on the bed.

"Good news, baby, we are about to have our own land." Chen Laosan couldn't hide the joy in his heart. Hold the hand of the daughter-in-law on the bed, who looks haggard and covers the quilt with rags and cotton wool.

His wife saw Chen Laosan so happy, she didn't want him to be sad, and reluctantly showed a smile: "What makes you so happy, our land has been occupied by the people, is it possible that their bodhisattva heart has found out and wants to return our land?" ”

Chen Laosan shook his head: "No, no, after speaking, I excitedly told me what happened just now." ”

"I really want to thank the Lushun Army, and I also want to thank Liu Dashuai of Lushun, our hard days are finally coming to an end." After hearing everything, Chen Lao's third daughter-in-law folded her hands happily and wanted to pray to heaven.

There are joys and sorrows, and the people in Jilin are all happy on their faces. Sadly, the son turned out to be the landlords and bullying merchants who rode on the heads of the people.

On the outskirts of Jilin City, the largest landlord in Putian Town is a banner man. Over the years, he has colluded with the government to grab all the nearby land that he has a fancy in his own hands, no matter how cold the weather is, every day, he will take his domestic servants to rest after going around his land.

Today, the landlord put on his beloved dogskin hat again, dressed neatly, and was about to go out, when he saw his servant, a thinly dressed butler with a sharp beak and monkey's cheeks, running in.

"Master, master, it's not good, the Lushun Army has limited us to hand over the title deed within two days."

Ah, the teacup in the landlord's frightened hand was also frightened to the ground.

Although this landlord has not experienced much of the world and does not go out much, he agrees to know how Liaodong cleaned up the landlord and handed it over.

After a while, he sat on the ground with his ass "finished". The landlord's face is like ashes. "He knows what happens if he doesn't call out the title deed. His cousin was beheaded off in Liaoyang because he didn't hand over the title deed

In the Jilin General's Mansion, Duan Qirui was sitting on a chair, looking at the report that had just been delivered, and it was already the afternoon of the next day, and he understood the situation.

The situation is still a little optimistic, at least 80% of the people have already handed over the title deed in a proper manner, and the rest are all guys who have connections in the DPRK and have a hard background.

Picking up a stubborn landlord information, Duan Qirui shook the paper on it.

Hmph, smiling slightly, Duan Qirui said lightly to Feng Guozhang, who was sitting next to him: "See, this person named Borchite thinks that his uncle in the court is an official of the Zongren Mansion, and he is a little stubborn to the end, you see, we sent people to urge and persuade with kindness, but he sent someone to block it back."

Feng Guozhang, who was observing the map, took the telegram from Duan Qirui's hand: "I think these people are simply toasting and not eating and drinking, I suggest that the remaining 20 percent of the people no longer need to live in this world." ”

Confidant, Duan Qirui, who felt that he had found a confidant, nodded knowingly, and began to summon the adjutant and give the army a terrifying order.

"All the troops are dispatched to arrest all those who resist and shoot them on the spot."

In the Northeast, there will be another great purge.