Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 281 The Two Scariest Kinds of People (Fifth)
Due to the limitations of the times and my smattering of knowledge, not everyone agrees with your policy.

The ignorance of these people will only make you feel sulky.

After He Jinzhao left, faint cheers came from Wanjiazhai.

It really made Yang Yuxiu's face even uglier.

"Captain, should we kill these troublemakers?"

As a county clerk, a senior official, he has many ways to deal with unruly people.

But he found that after following He Jinzhao for a longer time, he felt that holding a knife in his hand would make people more obedient.

Killing chickens to scare monkeys is the most effective method.

"It's not enough to just kill people." He Jinzhao said indifferently: "To govern the region, we have to punish our hearts."

"Punishment?"

"Yes, Zhuxin!" He Jinzhao turned his head and glanced at Wanjiazhai who heard cheers:

"I'd like to see how much the people of Wanjiazhai support Wanzhai Lord now, and how much they will hate him in the future. I'm looking forward to them performing Sichuan opera to change their faces."

"Just watch, how long can this cheering last?"

Ji Gui, the dog-headed military strategist, understood what He Jinzhao meant, and when the winter wheat was harvested in late June in another month, the difference would emerge.

In my country, the Great Wall is generally used as the boundary. The north of the Great Wall is generally spring wheat, and the south is winter wheat.

The northern winter wheat areas are mainly distributed in Henan, Hebei, Shandong, Shaanxi, and Shanxi provinces.

The wheat in Shanxi is roughly grown three times in two years, and the yield per mu is average. Daming's granary is in Huguang.

He Jinzhao held up his whip and said:
"Today, I have sprinkled sparks on some people. As for whether it can be burned in the future, we will wait and see."

"My lord, let's leave him alone?"

"No matter, let the arrow fly for a while before hitting the target."

He Jinzhao withdrew his mind and looked at the road ahead:
"Since the villagers in Wanjiazhai are used to being enslaved, let them go.

People don't hit the south wall, most of the time they don't understand people's words. "

Ji Gui thought so deeply, remembering how many years he had spent trying to be a Jinshi, but he couldn't listen to other people's advice.

Juren can also be an official, but he had to seek a Jinshi background, and as a result, he became very disgusted with the imperial examination, and now he is a military adviser for the rebels.

The lord's words are always full of transparency, and he doesn't know when he was a postman.

Who has been his teacher before, who can teach such students.

But Ji Gui thought that his future as a rebel was much higher than that of being a Jinshi.

In today's Ming Dynasty, if you don't have the money to bribe the superiors, even if you are a Jinshi, you have no future.

"My lord, these villagers are really hateful, and they are also quite terrifying. They cannot be united like this."

Yang Yuxiu felt that the most frightening thing was that the villagers were encouraged.

After all, now my lord doesn't use knives to speak to these villagers, lest some people don't take the lord to heart.

This is not conducive to the effective rule of one's own side, and the knife will change their perception.

"Scary, I don't think so." He Jinzhao shook his head and recalled:

"There are only two kinds of people in this world that are the scariest.

One is a scholar with faith, the other is a farmer who was forced to go to Liangshan, and the rest are nothing to worry about. "

Ji Gui and Yang Yuxiu couldn't understand the meaning of He Jinzhao's words.

What is a scholar with faith?

Yu Qian's kind?
As for the farmers who were forced to go to Liangshan, weren't they all recruited by the court in the end?

What's so scary about these two kinds of people!

The scholar failed to rebel for three years, and the old peasants could only end up being coaxed, a little petty, and they couldn't tell right from wrong.

Just like those tenants in Wanjiazhai.

The two of them didn't ask He Jinzhao either, and the two of them disagreed with the lord's explanation.

Approaching Zhangjiaying, He Jinzhao looked at the tall green wheat in the field, and suddenly felt much better.

At this time, the wheat has gradually entered the flowering and filling period, and there are many busy farmers in the fields.

He Jinzhao got off his horse, walked to the field, watched the shriveled old farmer in a straw hat rest, and sat down.

"Master, this year's harvest should be good, right?"

"If you want to return to the nobleman, it depends on the situation." The old tenant looked at the large group of people guarding him, and said rather cautiously:

"To prevent the wheat from lodging, weeding must be done frequently. When it's time for earing, there will be too many weeds and too dense.

To prevent pests and diseases, it is best to topdress properly, otherwise the harvest will be affected. "

Listening to the old farmer's words, He Jinzhao looked at the wheat in the field, and recalled the bad impression of harvesting wheat when he was a child~ Itches!
"It's not easy to have a good harvest." He Jinzhao splashed the clear water in the ditch with his hands.

This place is on the verge of the Guan River, and they have recently been mobilized to dig ditches to get water to irrigate the fields, and the results have been good.

It's just that more farm tools still need to be built. Thanks to the "sponsorship" of the landlords and gentry, it will not end up with enough manpower but not enough tools.

"However." There was a smile on the old man's withered face:

"As long as there is a township envoy, the usury owed to the landlord will be exempted, and my family will be able to have enough food this winter.

Old man, if I work hard for another nine years, I will be able to earn a fortune for my children and grandchildren.

Even if I die at that time, I can still be buried in my own field, so I don't have to be a lonely ghost. "

He Jinzhao supported his body with his hands, the common people actually don't have that much ambition.

Most of them want to earn a little property for their children and grandchildren, so that they can enjoy blood food after death.

"The uncle's family has all been transferred to Tuntian soldiers?"

"Of course, what a great opportunity! If we don't seize it, what hope will there be in our days!"

The dog-headed military officer Ji Gui stood aside with a smile on his face, looking at the people in the Chen family camp, how transparent they were.

Like the people in Wanjiazhai, if you are given a chance, you are useless. You deserve to be bullied by Wan.

"Your Honor is the Governor, right?" The old farmer looked at He Jinzhao with a smile on his face.

"That's right, I'm He Jinchao, and I'm here to see the wheat in Chen's camp today, and also to see if there's anything oppressing the people."

The old tenant immediately wanted to salute He Jinzhao, thanking him for his great kindness.

"Did the children in the family ever go to school?"

"It's up to me." The old tenant became more and more elated:

"It doesn't cost money, and if you have a meal every other day, fools don't want to learn it. Whoever doesn't want to go will have to be punished.

And if the children can read, they may be able to be officials in the future. "

He Jinzhao smiled when he heard the words, most of the money for building the school was sponsored by the local gentry (for the spare house and food expenses).

The money for a simple meal of school-age children around is not much.

They are willing to pay this little money, so they should show their favor to He Jinzhao and win a good reputation.

"Master, I want to ask, who do you listen to in your village now?"

"Naturally listen to the words of the pacifier."

He Jinzhao shook his head: "I mean, don't you guys have any kind of chief?"

"Now their words are not easy to use. If there is anything, everyone should go to the person in charge of the town."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)