Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1048 Purple Vetch

"All civil conflicts shall be handled in accordance with the Law of the Ming Dynasty."

Zheng Sen said casually, looking confident about this.

Seeing this, the magistrate and the judge were relieved.

Obviously, the family property should be divided equally.

Of course, this is only private property, like public property, such as titles and ancestral property inherited for many generations, are inherited by the eldest son.

If there are only two or three generations, or three or four generations, naturally there is no family property.

As early as the Tang Dynasty, the concubine had the right to divide the property, and under special circumstances, the woman also had the right to divide the inheritance.

In the Ming Dynasty, wives, concubines and maidservants were not asked, but only divided equally according to the number of children.

Even in the Qing Dynasty, illegitimate children had the right to divide up property.

"Once there is a dispute about everything, the law of the Great Ming Dynasty is the main one. The national law is written there. What are you afraid of?"

Zheng Sen said casually: "This matter can be publicized, and the land of Luzon shall be based on this."

Sure enough, as soon as this matter was publicized, it immediately caused waves among European groups.

The parents were flustered and extremely irritable.

They are older and more knowledgeable, so they naturally understand the shortcomings of family property division:
As time goes by, the huge family property will continue to be reduced, and finally from the rich to the poor.

In Andrew's mansion, the fireplace was burning, and the heat was billowing, driving all the humidity out of the room.

A group of men with long curly hair or wigs wore shirts with wide lapels and baggy trousers wrinkled like bloomers.

On a long table with white cloth, porcelain with lotus pattern is placed, on which are bananas, apples and other tropical fruits, which are colorful and very appetizing to look at.

Two huge whale candles were lit, keeping the room bright.

The high stools are placed regularly, and the backrests are engraved with the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.

"Drink tea!" The host, with a round face, placed several blue and white porcelain cups and poured green tea for the guests.

"Thank you, Andrew."

The long and thin David Ike picked up his teacup and drank it leisurely. When the servant passed by, he grabbed a piece of mung bean cake.

Everyone present has no objection to this, let alone blame him for being unreasonable.

Guyin, this David Ike, is the mayor of the entire New Madrid town and also the town's richest man.

His family's estate is one of the best in the town.

More than a dozen villages and thousands of households of Europeans are under its management, and at the same time they are officials of the ninth rank.

Although it is not an aristocrat, it is better than an aristocrat.

"Everyone has heard about the incident in Zhenhai County. It was handled by the Governor himself."

David looked around and said casually, "I heard that everyone is uneasy, so I will invite you to have some tea at Andrew's place. After all, you are all respectable gentlemen in the town."

When Andrew heard this, he smiled honestly.

"Lord Ace, if the family property is divided evenly in this way, it is not in line with the principle of Luzon's rule of law, and it will be extremely detrimental to us."

A burly man stood up suddenly, the wig on his head fell off unconsciously, and he didn't even react.

Everyone laughed lightly.

"I'm afraid everyone has forgotten that in the case of Alfonso, the main reason is that he did not make a will and his wife died early, so the family property was divided equally."

David said loudly: "So everyone must take precautions, make a will on weekdays, and invite witnesses. Mistresses should not be regarded as family members, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

"Alfonso took advantage of the loophole and violated Christ's rule of monogamy, so he can only follow the law of Ming Dynasty."

After this puzzlement, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Mayor David continued: "Before, the children in the town were sent to the county to study. I decided to set up a school in the town. I hope everyone will donate money."

Gentlemen are naturally enthusiastic, after all, this is a matter of public education.

Unexpectedly, a few days passed, and the classrooms were set up. When the children were reading aloud, suddenly the priest rushed into the school with a group of men.

Mayor David was very angry and suppressed his anger: "My dear priest, why did you break into the children's paradise?"

The priest had Mediterranean hair and was wearing a priest's uniform, with the same anger on his face: "Your Excellency, mayor, please tell me why there is no theology in the school."

"Are you letting your children learn Confucianism to convert them? Do you know that it will send you to hell, and your whole family to hell."

The priest was panting and roaring, the voice of the previous singing came to his face, and the saliva was visible to the naked eye.

David was stunned for a while before he understood the meaning: "Father, isn't it good for the children to go to church on Sunday? That is much more important than reading."

"Besides, if you don't have the Four Books and Five Classics in school, how can you read? There are no gods in Confucianism, and children don't believe in alien gods."

Facing David's explanation, the priest was full of disbelief: "Universities throughout Europe are seminaries, and Luzon is no exception, even for children."

"Father, do you know the meaning of your doing this?"

David looked cold: "The parents of the children studying here have money, not those poor short-pants men. Once you stop their children from studying, the believers of God in Simon Town will suffer badly." thing."

The priest's expression changed, and he immediately hesitated.

After staring at David for a long time, the priest led the believers out of the school.

"A bunch of bloody mine believers."

David muttered, "If you keep messing around, I'll convert to Lutheranism."

After a while, the gentlemen arrived at the school impatiently, and they were all relieved to see that the children were safe.

However, the belief in Catholicism was deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and everyone was suspicious, so they couldn't help but searched the teaching materials.

The Three-Character Classic, Hundred Surnames, Thousand-Character Classic, Four Books and Five Classics, etc., basically use the Chinese character model, and there is no Latin at all.

At this time in Europe, although the language was not unified, Latin was basically used for writing. However, with the religious wars, German, French, English, etc. were gradually evolved, that is, localization.

"Your Excellency the mayor, you don't even have a word of Latin?" A gentleman said dissatisfiedly, "How will the children go to Europe in the future?"

"Europe?" David shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Europeans are learning Chinese characters. You're going back to Europe, aren't you just messing around?"

"And you have to know that you can become an official only after you have learned Chinese characters."

"And in Europe, even if you learn Latin, ordinary people can only go to church, or write plays, or starve to death."

After an explanation, the gentlemen gave up.

David shook his head: "You have only immigrated for a few years? The priest is a fart? The county magistrate is the biggest—"

Regarding the situation in this new town, he was naturally prepared and made arrangements in an orderly manner, and nothing went wrong now.

In the center of the town, there is a new church built less than a year ago. Although it is not comparable to cathedrals like Paris and Madrid, this Notre Dame Church is also majestic.

Father Cohen was preoccupied, while the believers were at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"You all go back to farming!"

Seeing this group of civilian believers leave with his own eyes, Father Cohen sighed: "The richer people are, the dirtier their hearts will be. Only poor people will devoutly believe in our Lord."

The sun shines through the glass, bursting out with colorful light, but it makes his eyes confused.

Even if the church is expensive, what's the point if no believers come to pray?
He knelt before the cross and prayed devoutly:
"My lord, although this Luzon is rich and beautiful, power has taken away your brilliance. Believers would rather kneel down to worship a Chinese than come to worship you..."

"I'm afraid it won't be long before this church will be deserted. I really regret that I didn't listen to people's advice and come here to preach..."

He clearly remembered that when the church first took shape, men, women and children from all over the town would come to pray. By last year, there were only two to three hundred people.

This year, there are only 200 people, and the number is getting smaller and smaller.

Half an hour later, he went up to the tall building, opened the window, and saw a puff of smoke, his nostrils were full of paper ashes, and the glass outside the window was blackened.

I saw that the cemetery behind the church, the former cross tombstone, also became a rectangle.

Most of the fonts on the tombstone are Chinese characters, and there are fewer and fewer Latin characters.

What is outrageous is that in front of the tombstone, many strange papers were cut out, which were called paper money by the villagers, and then ignited and burned.

The villagers told him that this was a gift for his family in heaven.

There is also a lot of wine smell, which lingers for a long time, and can be smelled even in the window.

"Is there no wine in heaven? There's everything there."

Father Cohen said disdainfully. He looked over and saw that not far away was the school where the Chinese characters were taught.

"The Europeans here have lost their nature, as if they don't look like Europeans."

There is no God in the textbook, just like there is no cross in the church. This is an act of humiliation, and those people dare to stop it, it is simply audacious.

"The Archbishop of the East? I'm writing to sue—"

……

Jiangxi, Pengze County.

With the end of the summer harvest, farmers are not idle. They need to turn over the rice fields in a hurry, weed, and raise seedlings to prepare for the coming late rice.

Because the late rice seedlings must be inserted around the beginning of autumn, and the harvest will be harvested in October after insertion in August. If the season is late, the harvest will be greatly reduced, or even completely lost.
It is also in such a hurry, so social studies will basically have a holiday, allowing those enlarged children to go back to work.

Only the really top students will stay and study, so as to fight for the children's test.

Zhu Shichang rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, and bent over to pull the weeds away. He had to concentrate very much, otherwise the seedlings would be removed by mistake.

So the children are very slow, and once they are ripped off, they will immediately go away with scolding.

The second and third children were pulling weeds in the fields. Even wearing straw hats, their necks were red from the sun, but in order to fill their stomachs, they had to continue weeding.

At this time, the second child suddenly said: "Isn't that the eldest brother?"

"Nonsense, your elder brother is studying in the school. He will be the number one in the future. What will he do in the field?"

"Dad, that's Big Brother Sa!"

Zhu Shichang turned his head and saw that it was indeed his precious son: "Xinzi, what are you doing on the ridge?"

"Father!" Zhu Chuanxin, who was hoped by the whole family, said at this time: "My husband said that there is fertilizer in Jiujiang, and it can be used vigorously."

"Storage can help the rice to have a good harvest. I think the farm work at home is the most important thing, so I can't delay it."

"Fertilizer?" Zhu Shichang, who has been doing farm work all his life, is naturally sensitive to this word, although he hasn't read much and got his name in exchange for half a bucket of rice.

He understands the importance of fertilizer all too well.

Although human manure is fertilized, a whole family of young and old can only make use of one acre of land.

After spreading fertilizers, the harvest in the field can increase by [-] to [-] percent, and in two seasons a year, you can harvest three or four buckets of grain more.

On weekdays, he would like to buy fertilizer, but the night incense in the city has been bought by those big rich men, who are small households and have no channels at all.

"Baby, is this fertilizer expensive? Can we also buy it?"

"In Nanhuzui, there is a shop that sells fertilizer seeds, and there is a long queue of people."

Pengze County belongs to Jiujiang Prefecture, and it is a hundred miles away from them. If you go by boat, it will take two hours to go upstream, but only one hour to return, which is extremely convenient.

If it was in the past, he didn't have a guide, but now he doesn't need a guide, which is very convenient.

Zhu Shichang was full of surprise: "Fertilizer seeds? Is this thing a seed? Can dung be grown?"

"According to Mr., this fertilizer is a kind of flower and grass called vetch. No matter where it is, it can grow in the wild. One mu of land can fertilize three mu!"

Zhu Chuanxin couldn't wait to say: "I heard that its fertile land can harvest three or four buckets of grain more per mu, and it is very sought-after!"

Zhu Shichang was dumbfounded, why did he exaggerate more and more?

Can you charge three or four buckets more?This is a fairy, right?

Zhu Chuanxin hurriedly said: "You go with the uncles in the village, and you can go directly by boat when you have time, go and come back quickly, the seeds are ten cents a catty, trust me, go buy them quickly, or they will be gone."

Although Zhu Shichang's calculations are not strong, but with his sensitivity to farming, he can calculate clearly.

Each bucket of grain sold to grain merchants is only ten yuan, which is a worthwhile transaction.

As for his son's teacher, he believed it. A day's delay is nothing, as long as he can make up for it.

The next day, five or six cousins ​​couldn't wait to take a boat to Nanhuzui and saw the fertilizer shop.

Sure enough, there was a long queue in front of the shop, which was extraordinarily spectacular.

Zhu Shichang and the others felt more and more that they had come to the right place.

He asked the people around him what was going on.

"What kind of purple grass is this? It is said that it came from Anqing Mansion, and then it crossed the river and came to us."

The man was also unambiguous, and said directly: "This thing is very good at fertilizing the field, much better than human dung. If you plant it casually, it can fertilize the land with composting, and it can also feed cattle and sheep. It is very cost-effective."

"I've heard rumors that it seems to be something promoted by the emperor, and everyone is rushing to get it."

After queuing for half an hour, Zhu Shichang bought five catties at once, and spent fifty cash, feeling restless and expectant.

If you can really fertilize the field, you don’t need to ask for more, as long as you have a bucket and a half, the family’s ten acres of land will be covered, and you can live a prosperous year.

At that time, I can also buy a book for Da Ya, send more gifts to my husband's house, and just be admitted as a scholar.

Even a child can teach...

(End of this chapter)