After Ming Dynasty

Chapter 46 Vigorous Vitality, Everything Races to Develop

Song Lian was afraid that Zhu Yiyuan would think he was disrespectful to his father, so he quickly added: "My portion is not enough, Dongshan Gong is getting old, so it's just right for my father to go."

Zhu Yiyuan nodded, even a little bit envious, seeing that his father can shelter from the wind and rain in front, while his own father can only sit back and enjoy what he has, there is no comparison!
Father Zhu didn't know that this kid thought so, otherwise he would have spanked Zhu Yiyuan's ass.

It is easy for you to settle refugees and send them to Laiwu?
Thousands of people ate, drank, and traveled long distances. If they couldn't do it well, they would be randomly selected for the in-depth tour of the underworld, and the winning rate was still [-]% to [-]%, and in some cases it would exceed [-]%.

Absolute narrow escape.

Zhu Yiyuan did have a proper arrangement, but after he arranged it, he went to Laiwu, and the rest of the trivial things were left behind.

Moreover, according to the latest news, the mobilization of the Qing army became more frequent, and more and more troops gathered. Qi Ye and the rebel army under his command were stretched to the extreme, and they were afraid that any mistakes would be made, and Zhu Yiyuan's entrustment would be disappointed.

Of course, Zhu Yiyuan himself is not easy, Laiwu is still too small, and it is not enough to use it at all. If he can successfully win Xintai, and join Wang Jun in Fei County, his strategy of entering Yimeng will be more than half completed.

It was a matter of life and death, and he was not allowed to be negligent at all.

Now Zhu Yiyuan has recruited 300 people from Laiwu and other places in addition to the 1000 people he brought with him at the beginning. At the same time, there are more than 2000 militiamen organized in various villages.

Who to take to Xintai and who to stay behind, can't be sloppy.

"Mr. Zhu, if you don't worry, you can take everyone there, and I will help you take care of it." Zhao Shizhe volunteered.

Zhu Yiyuan was slightly taken aback, and thought: "Mr. Dongshan, the autumn harvest has already begun. There are more than 3000 refugees from Zichuan. According to my idea, I want to organize them into teams one by one to help the local people in the autumn harvest. In addition, thousands of people came out from Laiwu County, and they also need land... If you count the local villagers, conflicts will easily arise. Then there is Yan Zibin in the city, this thing may not be so honest, counting the surviving Laiwu Gentlemen and landlords, they may not be willing to accept the distribution of land. The next thing is a lot of clues..."

Zhu Yiyuan wanted to explain a few words, but Zhao Shizhe suddenly laughed, "I was a magistrate."

Zhu Yiyuan was at a loss for words, so this is not an ordinary scholar!

Song Lian also praised: "When Duke Dongshan was an official, he tried his best to restrain the powerful and promote water conservancy. He even wrote a letter requesting that the land should be cleared again according to a whip method."

This is still a thought, Zhu Yiyuan couldn't help being surprised, "What happened later?"

This time, Zhao Shizhe smiled helplessly, and sighed softly: "Later, I was dismissed from office and went home to give lectures and study... Mr. Zhu, I understand your worries. Don't worry, I will not show favoritism. If there is anything wrong with what I do You can arrest the old man at any time and question him."

Zhu Yiyuan said repeatedly that he didn't dare, but he didn't completely hand over the matter to Zhao Shizhe, he had already asked Jiang Qi to come over, cooperate with each other, and push forward together.

Then he mobilized [-] soldiers and recruited [-] civilians to help transport food, grass and luggage.

During the autumn harvest, people leave their hometowns and transport grain for hundreds of miles.

It's tiring, dangerous, and delays the farming season. No one really wants to.

The big guy is really grateful to you, Mr. Zhu, but he still has to live.

Zhu Yiyuan stipulated that all soldiers will be able to get three mu more in the next sub-field, and the civilian husbands who participate in transporting luggage will arrange labor to help collect the family's field, and each person will be paid a hundred miles and thirty catties , to pay the big guy, and another piece of refined iron farming tools...

As soon as these measures were announced, the enthusiasm of the people came.

Everything else is easy to say, but the refined iron farm tools are too drool-worthy.

Laiwu is not without iron ore, but also has quite a lot of blacksmiths.

In the past, they were all concentrated in Laiwu County to make weapons for the imperial workshops.

Zhu Yiyuan asked Yan Zibin to release people, the most important of which were these blacksmiths.

At present, Zhu Yiyuan has set up a blacksmith's stove by the Dawen River to provide all villagers with farm tools at a low price.

This measure has made the common people call for good governance. Mr. Zhu is really thinking of us common people.

Everything is almost ready, even if there is no way to be foolproof, there is nothing to worry about.

The team has just been pulled up, and it is impossible not to take the lead.

Zhu Yiyuan personally led the troops and went south around Laiwu County.

It is less than a hundred miles to Xintai County, but in front of them, there are Guanshan, Culaishan, Liangfushan, Gongshan... They almost fell into the mountains, and every step is not easy.

Zhu Yiyuan himself was holding weapons, wearing armor, even carrying rations, and carrying important official documents, striding forward.

As for Song Lian, he didn't bring anything, and he was panting and sweating profusely.

"Mr. Song, let me help you get something."

Song Lian looked up and saw that it was Wang Huan, "Can you handle it?"

"Why can't I carry it? I can carry a hundred catties of grain and run away!"

Song Lian couldn't walk, so he could only hand over the dry food and kettle to Wang Huan.

Just when the young man was about to pick it up, Song Lian suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "Thank you very much."

Wang Huan was startled, and then gave Song Lian an extraordinarily bright and sunny smile, and he said loudly, "You're welcome! Soldiers should help each other!"

Indeed, they are different soldiers from the Qing army, and they are a unique team.

Song Lian braced his waist and shouted at Zhu Yiyuan: "Young Master Zhu, I predict that we will win this time!"

Zhu Yiyuan also stopped, looked at the mountains, and said with a smile: "The people will win!"

They speeded up their march, crossed mountains and ridges, galloped all the way, and appeared in Xintai in less than two days.

Almost fifty miles a day, which is already faster than the average Qing army infantry.Considering that he has not been in the army for a long time and the mountain roads are difficult, Zhu Yiyuan came very quickly.

Moreover, after entering Xintai territory, Zhu Yiyuan could clearly feel the state of vigor and vitality!
Along the way, villagers kept coming over. When they knew that they came from Laiwu, they sent food and water to reward the soldiers of the volunteer army.

Some people told them about the misery of the people, that the big guy really couldn't survive, and asked them to make decisions for the big guy no matter what.

Zhu Yiyuan also learned that the Kong family was in a hurry because the localities refused to pay the exorbitant land rent. They sent servants to collect the land, arrested the people, and put on heavy shackles weighing dozens of catties, killing them alive.

Zhu Yiyuan told the villagers that he knew all about it and must vent his anger on the people.

Just when they arrived, Song Jicheng led a dozen or so country gentry and elders to pay a visit to Zhu Yiyuan.

"Mr. Wanliu, the common people can't stand it, how can the gentry suffer so much?"

Song Jicheng had no choice but to smile bitterly, "It's all a crime! Right now, the Kong family's grain cannot be harvested, and the Qing court keeps urging them. Governor Fang Dayou's eyes are already red. Now they have thought of a way and have started ordering the gentry to pay the stored grain."

"Store food?"

"Yes, it's the food stored at home. It is calculated according to the merits. If you have been a Jinshi, you have to pay [-] shi, and you have to pay [-], and you are a scholar. You have to pay [-] shi. If you can't pay it, you will be arrested and thrown away. Go to the prison and let the family pay for food, if you don’t pay enough, don’t even think about getting out.”

Zhu Yiyuan was startled, frowned and said, "Why do I seem to have heard of it somewhere?"

Song Lian couldn't help but said: "Isn't this the copying salary of King Li Chuang? The Qing Dynasty is really capable, and even learned this trick!"

Zhu Yiyuan could only sigh repeatedly, "Mr. Wanliu, no matter what, I will not back down on the matter of Juntian. This is something I hope everyone can understand."

The squires who came looked at each other, and one of them stood up and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Zhu, I heard that you are short of men?"

Zhu Yiyuan nodded.

This one said again: "I also heard that Mr. Zhu treats merchants preferentially?"

Zhu Yiyuan nodded again, "As long as we communicate with each other and don't hoard, I will never embarrass the businessman."

Hearing this, the gentry gritted his teeth and knelt down on his knees: "Instead of being forced to death by the Kong family, it is better to follow Mr. Zhu and ask him to take him in."

Even the gentry were forced to become thieves... Zhu Yiyuan suddenly felt that he should give the Kong family a medal.

(End of this chapter)