Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 204 Unpredictable People
"Brother Wang, you can't say that!"

Zhu Yixi shook his head hurriedly. If this spread, under the rules of kinship in the feudal era, it would be equivalent to abusing the clan and would be scolded to death.

He hurriedly helped him to sit down, and said earnestly: "My clan and I are connected by blood, how can we let them be tenants?"

King Rui showed a puzzled face.

"You are always aware that I am also exhausted and exhausted to maintain an army of more than one hundred thousand."

The face of King Yu was full of melancholy at this moment: "Zonglu really can't get out, but he can't wait for the clansmen to starve to death, so I made a bad plan."

"If you send money directly, or give them land, it will cost them nothing, and they will become idlers again."

"According to my idea, I will lease the land to them and only charge [-]% of the rent. After ten years, if the land is down-to-earth, the land will be given to them."

Having said this, King Rui came to his senses, was brainwashed once more, and murmured: "You are right, there are quite a few prodigal sons in the clan."

If it is supported for a long time, it is very rare to be able to turn around.

"However, the thieves are messing around in Huguang, selling property, I'm afraid it's just for a bite to eat."

"If you give them the land directly, you will sell it quickly and get money to buy grain. It will only save you for a while, not for a long time."

"Yeah, desire is hard to fill!"

Zhu Yixi was very happy that King Rui had such insights, he deserved to be an old man who had lived for decades.

However, seeing that King Rui was still hesitant to speak, Zhu Yixi couldn't understand his selfishness.

The Zonglu of the Ming Dynasty were all transferred from the local government. King Rui, King Qin, and King Yongshou were forced to come to Xiangyang, so Zonglu naturally had no chance.

After thinking for a while, Zhu Yixi said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, don't count on Fantian. Now, the Qin and Rui feudal clans can go to my mansion to pay 5000 yuan and live forever with 2000 yuan silver coins."

"The county kings under the vassal should no longer be used, let them rely on themselves."

Seeing this, King Rui also felt relieved, as long as he had his share, other people couldn't care so much.

After comforting Queen Rui, Zhu Yixi finally realized that he had neglected the clan members during this time.

Although it is said that they did not accomplish enough, but it is definitely more than enough to ruin his reputation.

Besides, in this troubled world, it is quite convenient for clan relatives to use it, after all, there are family laws.

King Rui left half-satisfied, bringing the meaning of King Yu:
The clan was allowed to be self-reliant.

Send out example fields to support life.

Now, it circulated throughout Xiangyang in an instant.

Even, in order to avoid omissions, a notice was posted near the Yamen.

Xiangyang Wharf has hundreds of ships docking every day, which requires a lot of labor, and the reduction of the population makes Lifu a good treatment.

It was another dusk, and along with the long shadows, the Lifus walked away in groups of three or four.

Among them, many families were ruined, their wives were separated, and their careers fell into disarray. They had to work hard, and twenty copper coins a day were enough to fill the stomachs of the whole family.

"Brother Ling, let's go, I got money today, let's go get some meat buns to eat."

A few young people are short and thin, but their faces are full of smiles.

There is no war, a full stomach, and occasional meat is the greatest happiness.

"No!" Zhu Yiling shook his head and said, "Meat buns cost three cents a piece, and a liter (one and a half catty) of brown rice costs five or six cents. Why don't you just buy some rice and go home!"

"Forget it, Brother Ling has to support his family, which is different from us."

The few people didn't force it, and they couldn't stop their salivation for the meat buns in their words.

"Thanks to King Yu, otherwise the price of grain might go up!"

"It's good to be peaceful, it's good to be alive—"

Several people were amazed, and they paid more attention to timely entertainment, and the meat buns must be bought.

After parting, Zhu Yiling put on his coat, took out ten copper coins from his pocket, came to the grain shop, and saw the grain price board:

"Dude, give me two liters of brown rice."

"okay!"

The clerk was busy weighing, because he was a regular customer, and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, just return the sack tomorrow."

As he spoke, he handed over the food, and wrote it down: Brother Ling, one sack...

"Thank you!" Zhu Yiling thanked her all over her face. A sack is worth two coins, and it is also valuable among the people.

"Brother Ling, there is a sick person in your family. Brown rice is not good for making porridge. You have to use millet. We are regular customers, six cents a liter."

The buddy said softly.

Zhu Yiling looked at the millet with a price tag of seven Wen, took out another six Wen from his pocket, and bought a liter.

The guy didn't take it seriously, he took down the two sacks, weighed them and said:

"Did you hear that, His Royal Highness King Yu takes care of his relatives. Anyone who can prove his identity will rent a hundred acres of land with him. The rent is only [-]%. After ten years, as long as he works diligently, it will belong to them."

"Is this looking for tenants?" Zhu Yiling blurted out.

"With just this tenth of the rent, a hundred acres of land will be free in ten years, and a lot of people want to go there!"

The clerk agreed, shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, my surname is not Zhu."

"There's nothing good about being surnamed Zhu. You won't regret it when you die."

Zhu Yiling ignored the assistant's astonishment, shook her head, and went straight home with two sacks.

Like most of the people in Xiangyang City, his house was not his own. Anyway, many families were destroyed, so he could find a dilapidated one and live in it after repairing it.

A small courtyard, three rooms, surrounded by vines, and walls surrounded by moss, although dilapidated and small, it is a rare comfort for him.

"Mother, Sanniang, I'm back."

"Ahem, brother Ling."

The mother was lying in bed, her face was pale, and the wife beside her was boiling medicine, and her once fair skin also became sallow.

He poured the rice into the rice jar on his own, then cleaned the pot, poured water, and lit it with firewood.

"Brother Ling, it's really hard for you, anyway, you are also the King of Meteor City!"

Mother frowned and sighed.

"Husband, let me do it!" The wife wanted to help, but was stopped.

"Mother, let's not talk about the king of Yuncheng, even the king of Xiang is missing."

Zhu Yiling shook his head. Over the past year, he has suffered a lot because of this surname.

In his eyes, the county king is a scourge.

"Now that Xiangyang is the king of Yu, we are also the clan after all, it shouldn't be like this!"

Seeing that the latter was still silent, the mother couldn't help but said sadly: "This county king is fine, but it's my body that drags you and your wife down."

"I just thought, at least it's Qin Fan. It's okay to treat the disease and give some relief!"

Now, Zhu Yiling was silent.

He turned his head and looked at his wife's silence and his mother's sorrow, and his heart was cut like a knife.

Zhu Yiling understands that the conditions at this time can only survive, and it is more difficult to cure the disease than ascend to the sky.

Apart from his status as the county king, what else is there to say?
However, once the identity is revealed, it must be impossible to escape the military disaster and survive in the future.

"Now my mother can't live anymore, so who cares about the future?"

Gritting her teeth, Zhu Yiling changed her original intention.

(End of this chapter)