stubborn thief

Chapter 45
Buy the land of the old temple village.

Probably for most people in this day and age, this is normal.

Laomiaozhuang has land and no one, whether it is along the river or not, the middle field has more than 5000 mu of land, and the remaining dozen or so people in the village have the final say on the family land. Irrigation and sowing are almost done. Buy it and you can wait for the harvest.

What's more, taking advantage of the illness to kill people, the village was robbed clean, and the survivors obviously had no choice. If they gave some food, they would definitely be able to get the land in the end.

The big pie and good deeds are about to fall on the heads of those who have food. Who has food at this juncture?

Looking at Fuchengbei Township, except for them, no one could take out nearly a hundred stones of rice grain.

But in Liu Chengzong's ears, it's a bit strange, farming in northern Shaanxi in the late Ming Dynasty?

It sounds fantastic!
However, being said by Cao Yaoyi made him feel that there was indeed room for manipulation in this matter.

"Do you think, when will one stone of millet be able to buy [-] to [-] acres of land? Right now. If you buy these fields, you can rent them back. As long as you can plant [-] acres of crops and produce food in a few months, you will get back to your original cost. ."

"You said it's useless to buy land at this time, but do we have another place to go? I don't want to vote for the king's left hanging, nor do I want to vote for the king of heaven or anything else, Heilongshan has built a mountain fort, and it will definitely be in the past two years. Here, then why not buy this land."

"What's more, this is also doing a good deed, lion, look at Lu Bin, these people can't afford to pay fifty stone grains. Fifty stone, lion, who around here can give fifty stone to help them?"

Cao Yao is more and more excited, slaps his chest: "Only a few of our brothers!"

This is indeed true, but there is one more thing that makes Liu Chengzong puzzled. He raised his hand to stop Cao Yao's words wearing a high hat. In his eyes, this is taking advantage of people's danger, not helping others, but it is indeed tempting.

Even if the land can only be planted for one year in their hands, a year is worth it.

Just a few days ago, my family discussed going to Shanxi to buy grain and Fucheng to get through the tough times in the second half of the year. With this riverside, I can get through any hardships and hardships.

He asked, "Brother Cao, why are you looking for me?"

Hearing him ask these words, Cao Yao grinned happily.

"Let me tell you this, I can only allocate [-] stone grains, and you have grain in your hand; the other one is that we are all military, and you have nationality, not to mention that you saved my life in Saibei, and Tian bought me trust you."

Having said that, Liu Chengzong didn't say much more. As soon as the two of them got together, they immediately decided that Cao Yao should discuss the matter with Lu Bin of Laomiaozhuang, and he went back to Heilongshan to communicate with his father and brother.

That afternoon, I talked to Liu Xiangyu and Liu Chengzu about this at home. The group immediately decided to buy the farmland along the river in Laomiaozhuang. The number of acres to buy and the price depended on the owner's plan. All they could decide was how much grain to buy the land.

Fifty stone.

There is no psychological burden for my father and brother to make this decision. After all, it is not a forced sale. If the people living in the old temple village do not want to sell, then they will naturally give up, and they will not force people to sell with a knife. .

To some extent, they were taking advantage of the dangers of others, but they were indeed forced to do nothing by the lack of food. The grain storage in the village counted the days until the end of the rice jar at the turn of summer and autumn.

This motivated the idea of ​​buying land, and the family began to happily plan the autumn harvest after buying the fields.

Cao Yao communicated with Lu Bin. At noon the next day, he and the only surviving old man in the village were taken to Heilong Mountain by Cao Yao.

"To be honest, the family was not very willing to sell the family farm at first, but there is absolutely no way to do it. Even if Cao Jun doesn't come to me, I have to come to Heilong Mountain today. Just for a loan."

Lu Bin was quite open about this matter, he said: "The villagers have discussed that the price of selling the land can be lower, [-] stone grains can be exchanged for [-] acres of fields along the river, as long as it is enough for us to eat; but we want seven The [-]-acre permanent tenement is given to seven villagers, and this year, the land can’t be plucked out, only [-]% of the land can be rented, and [-]% of the land in the next year will be dried and sent to Heilong Mountain with a lamb.”

"If you can agree, the old temple village will be called Liujiazhuang in the future, and the second master will be our owner."

Lu Bin's words were very open. To be honest, this is not like Liu Chengzong buying land and becoming a big landlord, but more like him and Lu Bin and other seven old temple farmers becoming partners, working together to overcome difficulties.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was a system of permanent tenancy. Once the permanent tenancy was chosen, the landlord had the right to resell and mortgage the land, but could not withdraw the tenancy at will.

As long as the tenant farmers do not default on the land rent, they can not only cultivate the land forever, but also have the right to inherit, sell, mortgage, pawn and re-lease the right to cultivate the land.

In this way of tenancy, the tenant farmers must bear the rent, land tax and other miscellaneous taxes brought by the land.

In short, this is the living people of Laomiaozhuang dividing their land from their fields. In fact, in the past, these seven households together may not have [-] acres of land.

Cao Yao felt that his own people were a bit disadvantaged, and interjected: "Fifty acres is a lot for a household, and you can't open a hundred acres."

However, Liu Chengzong felt that the problem was not a big problem. In his eyes, it was difficult for all the fields in northern Shaanxi to maintain their value under future turmoil.

So there is no need to force people to death for this matter. He smiled at Cao Yao: "It's about supporting each other. I think we can agree. We won't be able to plant so much this year."

In fact, even in the second half of the year, whether they can cultivate [-] mu of land depends on whether they can recruit [-] households of refugees and whether they can find enough cattle and mules.

Otherwise, these fields cannot be cultivated.

After the land property was settled, relying on the township agreement and the testimony of the old man, the land basically belonged to Liu Chengzong. The Liu family was very happy.

But when things got to this point, there was still one more process left. They had to go to the yamen to make this property sale legal.

Without further ado, the three brothers from the Liu family, Cao Yaolubin, and a group of five took their horses and set off for the city of Yan'an that day.

Therefore, there are still many constraints on the sale of the second field. Although there is no obstacle to ask the neighbors about the traditional township, there is still the problem of turning the family field into a private field. Therefore, in order to ensure smoothness, I brought my cousin to carry it, so that he could find his father-in-law to write. post.

This was Liu Chengzong's first visit to Fucheng after returning to his hometown from Yuhebao. The Yan'an Fucheng, where the county government was located, was as safe as usual, and it was not as terrible as Ansai County.

However, the refugee tents and porridge factories set up outside the city still make people clearly feel the threat of famine.

On the official road in the northern township of Fucheng, from time to time, there are three or five groups of strong men wearing strong armor and steed horses. Hungry people's parcels, rummaging through the streets, discarding them, and rushing away.

The law of the weak has become the norm.

Of course, in the eyes of others, Liu Chengzong and his entourage, who carried the Beixiangzhuang card and wore dark armor with a saber on his waist and crotch, were also such people.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)