Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 798 Methods
"You go home, as long as you have enough people, I will promote you to one rank, 500 people, and two ranks."

"What about 1000 people?"

"If you can attract 1000 people, what is a mere guerrilla?"

The autumn tiger is still raging in Beijing, but in Jilin, the autumn wind is bleak and winter is about to enter.

On the stage, General Xin Wencheng of Jilin changed from being dull in the past, and instead began to chatter endlessly.

In front of him, hundreds of big men in cotton robes, with black faces and cold wind blowing, kept asking questions.

This group of people was carefully selected. In Jiangxi, Sichuan, Anhui and other provinces, there are many poor farmers in their hometowns, and many mountain people are born in precarious conditions.

Moreover, they are all military officers, with a lot of knowledge, and there are a lot of team leaders and deputy battalion leaders.

Whenever there is a question, Xin Wencheng will answer it without hesitation.

"General, how many fields can our family share?"

"Ten acres of land per person, divided between men, women, old and young."

Xin Wencheng said very generously: "It's all familiar land that we reclaimed. When they come, those wastelands will be reclaimed by them."

Many people in front of him took a breath.

This is also why Xin Wencheng is so generous, Jilin is really short of people.

The land rewarded by the imperial court to the Beijing camp and the land exchanged for the nobles were all in Liaodong.

Even if this ghostly place in Jilin is given to others, they don't want it, because the tenants can't find it if there is only land.

Therefore, he had to go to the emperor and came up with an urgent move: to send veterans home to recruit people.

How can the court not allow it if it can be solidified?

Of course, it was recruiting troops in name, but in fact it was with the idea of ​​getting the job done.

As long as people come to Jilin and understand the land distribution policy, why don't they move their families here eagerly and settle down?

If you directly talk about the land distribution dryly, even if you talk about it, people will not trust an outsider.

Seeing everyone's high enthusiasm, Xin Wencheng was also very pleased, and immediately asked people to share the directions and number plates of the General's Mansion:
"By relying on the guide and the number plate, you can live in the post station with simple food and drink, and you can save a lot on the way."

"In addition, considering that you are also returning home, the General's Mansion specially bestowed 20 yuan in silver dollars..."

This time, there was a lot of jubilation.

About [-] people wrapped in cotton clothes, sat in specially arranged carriages, headed for the sea, directly entered Denglai, and then entered the Yangtze River by boat, returning to their hometowns one by one.

Disembarking from the Jiujiang Mansion, Yuan Jiang looked at the vast and calm Yangtze River and the dense sails in front of him, and felt a little unbelievable for a while.

After being away from home for several years, he survived the battlefield, and now he can return home again.

Coolies sweating profusely, pedestrians in a hurry, merchants in affluent form, and catchers in soap suits with knives on their shoulders,
Since the imperial court did not ban swords and guns, only firecrackers and armored crossbows were banned, so Yuan Jiang held a dagger and held his chest up.

Seeing his appearance, the policeman at the pier knew that he was from the army, so he hurriedly checked the road guide and let him go.

The desolation, dilapidation, and the prevalence of soldiers and bandits back then have disappeared, and there is a peaceful scene.

Then I changed to a passenger ship, traveled for half a day, and arrived in Duchang County.

Duchang County changes lakes on both sides, with hills and plains occupying the majority, and because it is adjacent to Poyang Lake, its Dingkou is very prosperous, with a population of 500,000.

Looking back on the needle palace fish and purple skin garlic in his hometown, Yuan Jiang felt his belly growl.

After hastily eating some dry food, he went to the post station, and lived in by virtue of the guide and his identity card.

A plate of tofu with green vegetables, a plate of pickles, and a large bowl of coarse grain rice made him helpless.

"Jilin Dusi, team leader Yuan Jiang, please sign!"

The clerk handed over the account book, red clay, and asked him to sign it.

"What is this for?"

"Register and enter the accounts, reconcile the accounts in the provincial capital at the end of the year, and then aggregate them to the capital."

The clerk took the trouble and said: "This loss is half of the imperial court and half of the treasury, so it can't be sloppy."

Yuan Jiang had a clear conscience, but he still had to sign and sign for such a simple meal, which made him secretly scold him for being stingy.

"The army still eats meat every now and then. The food in this post station is so bad. It really has changed a lot. How much energy will it cost?"

He looked up and saw that in the spacious lobby, there were indeed only officials in twos and threes, and next to the post station, there was only a luxurious restaurant, which was very lively.

The buddy gave him a look, and couldn't help saying: "You can go there too, but you have to pay by yourself, the cost is not small."

After all, he left on his own.

The person at the next table sneered, and said: "The restaurant next door is also run by the post station. Bo is his home, and Hou is also his home."

"It's nothing more than driving us there to sell gold."

Suddenly, Yuan Jiang bowed his hands and thanked him, and then started to eat.

Sleeping at night is nothing more than a thin wooden quilt, a pot of hot water, and the end is extremely simple.

Early the next morning, after eating three bowls of porridge and a plate of pickles, Yuan Jiang set off.

His family is located in Heshe Village, where the Yuan family lives together, with a total of more than [-] households and more than [-] mouths. It is well-known in Duchang County.

When he returned home suddenly, his parents were crying.

It turned out that he studied since he was a child. Although he only passed the county examination, he was also a leader in the family. He traveled to Jiujiang City to study, and never imagined that he would go to Nanjing to join the army.

The old lady was crying, but he was almost beaten to death by his father.

In Jiangxi, where the literary style is prosperous, anyone who has surplus food at home will support and study, not to mention the merits of the imperial examinations, even accountants, teachers, and even masters are better than farmers.

Yuan Jiang knelt for half the night, talking about it, saying that he became a military officer and deputy battalion officer, and only then was he slightly forgiven.

"Son, what grade are you?" The old father asked tremblingly.

"Big, in terms of grades, the lowest rank is Cong Ninth Rank, and my son has passed through Sergeant, Left Soldier, and Upper Sergeant. Now my son is the deputy battalion officer, and he is added as Cong Seventh Rank."

As he spoke, he straightened his back and proudly said: "It's only half a rank lower than the magistrate of the county."

"Okay, okay!" Dad was overjoyed.

"Love, we are in the north, but we have earned hundreds of acres of land. I will take you back home today to enjoy the blessings."

At this time, he also stood up consciously, and straightened his waist firmly: "By the way, your elder brother is better at reading than me. He must be a scholar."

"Forget it."

The old lady sighed, and tears welled up again: "I suffered from studying hard, and I passed away last year, leaving orphans and widows to live with me."

"That's right, let's go north together."

Yuan Jiang's loud voice sounded, and the pretty young woman who came with tea burst into tears instantly.

The next day, in the ancestral hall, firecrackers were set off, and the voices of people were boiling.
Yuan Jiang can be regarded as returning to his hometown, from the official rank of seventh rank, even the magistrate of the county sent his master to visit.

He also took the opportunity to propose the matter of granting land as a soldier.

"Being a soldier for five years, you will be given ten acres of land."

Ten acres of land for one person, children and old people are not deceived.

This made the eyes of the second sons who didn't get much property instantly turn red.

Then it spread to the whole Duchang County.

In Duchang, where the densely populated land is narrow, the per capita land area is less than one mu. Many people make a living by fishing, not to mention how difficult it is.

But people are cheap when they leave their hometowns. Without security, no one dares to leave their hometowns to seek a living.

But now that there are villagers as guarantors, they naturally let go of half of their hearts.

(End of this chapter)