The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 220 Death without a burial place!

Zhu Hongyu nodded slightly.

Sixteen, not too young!

In later generations, he will still be a child, but in this era, he can already be the mother of a child.

Zhu Hongyu wet the towel himself, then wiped his face.

He sat on the side of the couch, staring straight at the beauty in front of him, as if there were flames gathering in his eyes, he spoke.

"Come sit next to me!"

Wenwen heard the words, dared not refuse, and walked to Zhu Hongyu's side.

He looked at Zhu Hongyu's heroic side face, and the blushing on his little face became more and more intense.

He inadvertently remembered what his mother taught him before he came to Zhu Hongyu today.

so embarrassing~
Zhu Hongyu pulled Wenwen into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her.

He knew that tonight would be another night to test his waist!
Cough cough, which cadre can stand such a test? !
……

The next day, Zhu Hongyu, who had been busy last night until midnight, was still full of energy and devoted himself to his new work.

Zhu Hongyu issued a combat order.

Soldiers with severe seasickness continued to repair, and the remaining soldiers attacked around to expand the results of the battle and wipe out the remaining forces of the Qing army on Qiongzhou Island.

Although the main force of the Qing army in Qiongzhou was destroyed, there are still a lot of remnants!
Although these remnants are not very eye-catching, they may threaten the stability of Qiongzhou after the main force of the Ming army goes to the mainland.

At the same time, Zhu Hongyu also issued an order to investigate Dingkou and Zhang Tianmu.

He is also preparing to develop the Shilu Iron Mine, recruit a large number of laborers, cooperate with the labor camp prisoners in the prisoner-of-war camp, and start repairing the city defense of Qiongzhou.

And prepare to transform Qiongzhou into a bastion!
Although the Qing army's surface power stretched its hips, there is a high probability that it will not be able to cross the sea to threaten Qiongzhou in a short period of time.

But everything is afraid of an eventuality, what if the Ming army's mainland strategy fails and the main force is injured?
You can never go wrong with preparing ahead of time!
In addition, Zhu Hongyu also issued a recruitment order.

Veterans and grassroots officers were drawn from the Restoration Army, and the Qiongzhou Recruit Camp was set up outside Qiongzhou City.

Prepare to use Qiongzhou's manpower and material resources to expand the army!

……

On an open space outside Qiongzhou City, the Restoration Army set up a porridge shed here, and began to provide relief to the refugees inside and outside Qiongzhou City.

Porridge relief is the first step for Zhu Hongyu to win the hearts of Qiongzhou people!
The effect may not be very good, but in the hearts of Qiongzhou people, it is definitely no problem to leave a good impression.

For the common people, a ruler who is willing to give them porridge is not too bad!
When the common people ate the porridge provided by the Guangfu Army, they would always say a few good things about the Guangfu Army.

As for the source of the food needed for the porridge, of course it was a generous donation from the Qiongzhou gentry!

Zhu Hongyu took out his official position to win them over, and they had to show something, otherwise Zhu Hongyu would turn his back on him.

Zhu Hongyu's supervising the country is not empty-handed supervising the country, he also has heavy soldiers in his hands, and he is unambiguous in killing people.

With the restoration of the law and order in Qiongzhou by the Restoration Army, and the porridge relief and other actions.

Qiongzhou, which had just been recovered, quickly settled down.

Everything is on track!
All the orders issued by Zhu Hongyu were carried out in an orderly manner.

……

Qiongzhou has a lot of land, but there are more farmers without land.

A large number of farmers make a living by renting land from landlords.

Such farmers are called tenants!

The life of the tenants was extremely difficult. Not only did they have to pay taxes to the court, but they also had to pay rent to the landlord.

The combination of land tax and rent can almost account for [-]% to [-]% of their annual harvest from farming!
Fortunately, Feng Nian said that although he didn't have enough to eat, he couldn't starve to death either.

But in case of a disaster year, the tenant has no choice but to borrow usury from the landlord in order to survive.

As for usury, as long as you borrow it, there is no possibility of repaying it.

Under the high interest rates, in the end, they must sell their sons and daughters, and even themselves are sold to the landlord as a slave.

The family is broken and the people are dead, but that's it!
Tang Dingquan is such a tenant. His family has no land and lives entirely by renting and farming the land of the landlord's family.

After a year of hard work, I couldn't save half a copper plate.

Since I was a child, I have never had a full meal.

The congee given out by the Guangfu Army outside Qiongzhou City today was the most satisfying he had eaten in the past few years.

While drinking the fragrant rice porridge, tears fell from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

When many people were weeping silently together, officials from the People's Liberation Army came to them.

Start preaching to them about the policy of the Liberation Army.

When I heard that the military government asked the landlords and gentry to reduce rent and interest rates to relieve tenants.

Tang Dingquan couldn't help but followed the crowd, shouting Long Live His Highness Jian Guo.

At some point, a very young nobleman walked up behind Tang Ding's body and asked very kindly.

"Brother, I wonder how many people are there in your family? How many acres of land do you have?"

Tang Dingquan looked at the elegant clothes on the nobleman, and then at the coarse cloth shorts on himself, scratching his head and saying with a serious face.

"I... There are five people in my family, my father, my mother, my daughter-in-law, and my younger brother!"

"My family has no land, so I live by renting the land of Mr. Xu's family at the east end of the village."

The young nobleman asked with a smile.

"Since that's the case, I wonder if you, big brother, have any idea of ​​immigrating to Luzon?"

"The imperial court wants to distribute land according to the head of the landless people in Luzon!"

"As long as you pay a certain amount of rent every year for a few years, the land will be yours!"

Tang Dingquan's dark and honest face showed an expression of obvious disbelief.

"Can there be such a good thing?"

"Is your lord lying to me?"

The young nobleman spoke.

"Of course, why should I lie to you?"

"The imperial court in Luzon is full of barren fields without owners. His Highness Jian Guo sympathized with the hardships of the people of Qiongzhou, and specially allowed the people of Qiongzhou to immigrate to Luzon and reclaim those unowned fields."

"The imperial court also provided seeds and agricultural tools!"

Tang Dingquan still felt a little disbelieving, and asked suspiciously.

"really?"

Zhu Hongyu nodded confidently and said.

"Of course!"

Whether the policy he made is true or not, can he still not know?

"There will be officials from the court soon, and they will go to the local area to count the list of immigrants from Luzon!"

"Luzon is a good place. There are unowned wastelands everywhere. If you reclaim it, it will be your own!"

Tang Ding's whole face showed a very obvious heartbeat, but he still hesitated.

Because the homeland is hard to leave!
Zhu Hongyu patted Tang Dingquan's shoulder and said.

"It's better than in Qiongzhou, where there is no place to bury your dead!"

Many people think that the story of selling one's body to bury one's father is a bit ridiculous.

Find a wasteland to dig a hole, bury it in a roll of straw mats, at most find a piece of wood, and carve a tombstone, wouldn't it be enough?

Why sell yourself?
It's just that things are not as simple as expected!
A lot of land looks like wasteland, but it is also owned.

Maybe it belongs to the grand master's family!

If you want to bury the dead in someone else's field, can they agree?

This is the poor people in this era. When someone dies at home, they don't even have a place to bury them!
The real dead have no place to die!
(End of this chapter)