Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Family Under Pressure
Other places in Jizhou and all parts of the Central Plains are in the midst of war, but Zhang Bin ignores the development of his own territory, anyway, the Yellow Turban Uprising is destined to end miserably, and the final Three Kingdoms are also the world of the powerful family, and there is no change for the people.
In a flash, it was the end of July in the seventh year of Guanghe, the first wave of grain harvest in the land under Zhang Bin's jurisdiction, and the army had cleared out the remnants of the bandits in the area for several months, and there was nothing to do except for training to assist the people in digging canals and ponds.
Seeing that there was a bumper harvest and the people had too much surplus grain to deal with, Zhang Bin was ordering the purchase of surplus grain stocks, and a county guard ran into the lobby of Zhang Bin's office and reported:
"Lord Qiqi, the wealthy families of the five great families of Zhongshan and the wealthy businessmen of Yanmen ask to meet."
"A wealthy businessman? They haven't been touched for five months, and now they want to jump? Zhang Bin turned his head sideways to look at Guo Jiaxiao, who was already fifteen, and asked.
Guo Jia smiled and said:
"The five great families of Zhongshan are headed by the Wuji family, and the rest of the families are not as good as the retort family, the Zhao family of Yanmen County is just selling horses for a living, although there are hundreds of people under them, if they dare to make trouble, they can be easily destroyed.
Therefore, as long as this group of people suppresses the retort family, the rest of the people can ignore them, but Jia heard that the daughter of the retort family, Retort Jiang, has become an adult, and the adults can marry her as a wife and concubine, so that the retort family will not move at will. ”
"It's not bad to retort ginger, it's also deserted when a person is in the bed during this time, but I have other ways to deal with this matter and pass them in." Zhang Bin looked at a porcelain vase in his hand and said with a slight smile.
After a while, six men dressed as rich families walked in, the first one with a white face and short beard looked very graceful, and the few people who followed behind also carried a trace of the lofty momentum of the rich.
"My subordinates have seen adults in Shangcai County." The leader stepped forward and bowed deeply and said.
In order to prevent him from not implementing the new policy, Zhang Bin also asked Xi Zhicai to inspect Shangcai more, but during this time, Yongyi honestly implemented Zhang Bin's plan and did not violate it, and Zhang Bin also forgot about him.
"Lord Yongyi, I heard that you came to see me as a representative of the family today, I don't know what happened?" Zhang Bin asked with a calm face.
After everyone knelt and sat aside, Yi Yi looked at Zhang Bin carefully, he didn't dare to underestimate this Taishou in his early twenties, he had always heard that Zhang Bin was the two Taishou and Yanmen Lieutenant who he bought, but in the past few months, he has seen with his own eyes that the people's support for Zhang Bin has become stronger and stronger, and some Yellow Turbans want to enter these two places to stir up trouble, and the people report them as soon as possible;
The biggest change is that after the people have land to grow and eat, all the people look at them landlords and tyrants like fire, farming for the landlords and wealthy families, in addition to accepting exploitation and being beaten and abused, in addition to getting tools and seeds for the government, and cultivating according to the requirements of the government, their lives are free and peaceful;
Therefore, after the landlords who had exploited them could no longer oppress them, the suppressed hatred in the hearts of the people began to gradually breed, if it were not for the peace between Yanmen and Zhongshan, these people would have begun to kill people with the Yellow Turban Rebel Army.
Yongyi stepped forward and clenched his fists and said:
"My lord, I heard that my lord announced that official land and official land are not allowed to be bought and sold, and all the people who open up the wasteland and cultivate the land only need to pay one percent of the grain as the land rent, and now our tenant farmers have lost a large number of them, and even if we reduce the rent to two percent of the land, they are not willing, so that a large amount of our land will be wasted, and I hope that the Lord will show us a clear way."
Yongyi looked very sincere, and the wealthy families behind him were full of expectations, if Zhang Bin didn't give them a way to live, it was estimated that the final result would be to let their family decline.
Zhang Bin actually did not have a good impression of this kind of family, he was recruiting a large number of literate and technical talents in various industries among the displaced people from all over the world, he expanded the private school into a school, and when he had time, he taught those who read numbers and all kinds of simple mathematical knowledge, and even began to teach some smart people simple physical and chemical knowledge;
His goal is to cultivate millions of talents within 20 years and completely break the family's monopoly on culture, so that he can choose to ignore the wealthy family, whoever provokes him to kill him, and he doesn't believe in the slogan that he has to look at the family's face at the end of the Han Dynasty.
Zhang Bin glanced at these people indifferently and said:
"Lord Zhen, the family has done everything possible to buy their land from the farmers, and then let them lease it back to farm, everyone has nothing to do and mention the rent, I don't know how many people give their children's lives to the landlords and wealthy families because they can't pay the rent, but I know that if this continues, the people have no land to plant, and the government will have no grain to collect;
Dare to ask everyone, in less than half a year, I let people open up nearly one million acres, if these lands are still in the hands of the people, what will you think, do you want to buy them again?
Now they have land to plant, but the land belongs to the state, even if they die poor, they can't buy or sell the land, except for cultivating well, and handing over the surplus grain to us to buy so that they can have spare money to improve their lives, they will not have other ideas, so you don't need to ask me about this matter, just ask what you think in your own hearts;
As for what you should do with the deed wasteland, I can't control it, and I don't want to do it, because that land won't add any tax revenue to the government;
It just so happens that you are here, and I want to tell you that no matter what happens elsewhere, this is how I rule, and at this moment the world is in chaos, and I don't want any chaos to exist if I can keep the stability here, otherwise my current army of 30,000 will step on every stumbling block. ”
Yongyi and the others originally wanted to exert a trace of pressure on Zhang Bin, at least to say that these people have a lot of power in the local area, but as soon as they heard about the 30,000 army, they had nothing to say, and now that they have left Yanmen and Zhongshan, a rich man like them is looking for death.
After thinking for a while, Yongyi said tentatively:
"My lord, since my lord can think of solving the problem of cultivating and harvesting grain and grass for the people, can you arrange a way back for us and others?"
Zhang Bin glanced at Yongyi, he can calculate enough, he can make use of these people, it just so happens that he has people in his hands, if he doesn't take advantage of these rich people who are greedy for money, he can't be regarded as the head of the first-aid station who can only make his own profits.
"I have a few financial paths for you to choose, it depends on whether you want to or not." Zhang Bin looked at the six people in front of him and said.
"I don't know what the adults said? If it allows us to survive, of course we will. Yongyi, as the leader, hurriedly asked.