Late Tang Dynasty Floating Life

Chapter 1561 Slaves
Jiang Zhiwei walked on the ridge with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

It was raining heavily and the soil was soaked soft. If it weren't for the quick eyes and hands of his followers, he would have fallen several times.

If so, the boots and the hem of the official robe are also full of mud, looking very embarrassed.

This is Anshun County, Aizhou, the southern frontier of the Great Xia Dynasty.Further south of Aizhou, only the counties of Huanzhou are left. To be honest, these two states are not good places, and there are often turmoil.

The Qing Navy still has four commanders here with more than 6000 people (a full staff of 5000), and Huanzhou also has about [-] people to suppress the local area and deter Xiaoxiao.

But does it work?It may be useful in the short term, but in the long run, you still have to think of other ways, especially when the court is still doing something that hurts the hearts of the people——

Jiang Zhiwei soon arrived at the pier.He looked at his feet, and there was a relatively dry piece of land filled with broken bricks and tiles. However, after a long period of heavy pressure from the ox cart, it was seriously deformed and many puddles had accumulated.

Jiang Zhiwei carefully avoided the puddle and continued walking forward.

The state general Liao Tong walked a few steps quickly and stood by the governor's side.Looking at the dark crowd in the distance, the two hundred state soldiers felt a little nervous, and subconsciously clenched their knives and guns.

There was a lot of crying on the pier.The people staggered and gathered at the port in batches, waiting for departure to embark on an unknown journey.

Aizhou has rebelled year after year, and the Qing navy has killed its knives.The imperial court was furious, and ordered the people of Ai and Huan prefectures who participated in the rebellion to be exiled to Liaodong, and sent to the government soldiers as a part.

It's nothing, it's just another place to live.The question is, the climates of Liaodong and Annan are almost the same, and they belong to two extremes. With so many people in the past, can they adapt?Can you live?
The imperial court doesn't care about this issue. When you stop in Dengzhou halfway, it will be a big deal to send you some sweaters and felt blankets. You can carry the rest yourself.

Jiang Zhiwei couldn't bear this.

As a big family in Aizhou, the Jiang family has a very deep foundation here.Starting from their interests, they definitely hope that the familiar local people can stay so that they can exert their influence.

But unfortunately, the imperial court rejected his proposal and insisted that the families of the rioters be sent to Liaodong and replaced by people from the south of the Yangtze River.

The new immigrants have nothing to do with the Jiang family. They will naturally form a group and become a new force in Aizhou.

This is what Jiang is worried about, so he strongly opposes it.

However, the objection is invalid, and the court has already made up its mind, so there is nothing to do.

There are also people from the Central Plains who have just disembarked on the pier.

Their faces were extremely pale and their eyes were dull. It was obvious that the bumps in the sea had exhausted their last sliver of energy. Now they were not in the mood to think about things, but just wanted to take a break.

There are also people who are in good spirits, but after seeing the desolate pier, they cry from sadness.

Their ancestors used their sweat and life to develop Jiangnan, but they couldn't enjoy the blessings, so they came to Annan and continued to use their sweat and life to develop new lands.

Why is it so bitter!

Jiang Zhiwei walked to the grass pavilion and sat down, and sighed slightly upon seeing this.

State Sima Liao Huan wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Master, this batch of immigrants consists of more than [-] households, and most of them are from Suzhou and Changzhou. Which county should they be arranged for?"

Jiang Zhiwei thought for a while, and said, "Send them all to Changlin County, and you can find a place to resettle them. Remember, let them live together, and don't cause any trouble."

"Of order." Liao Huan replied.

Changlin County is one of the six counties in Aizhou. It was originally an unedited county, and it is located in Jingjia County, Thanh Hoa Province, Vietnam later.Perhaps because of its proximity to Huanzhou, the rebellion in Changlin County was relatively serious, and a large number of people were killed or exiled, leaving many places free for new immigrants.

"Since last winter, how many immigrants have arrived?" Jiang Zhiwei asked.

"In fact, there are more than [-] households." Liao Huan replied.

When the immigrant ship set sail from the south of the Yangtze River, of course it carried more than this number of immigrants, and even more than that many ships.But they only count the actual number of people, and don't care about others.

"Fortunately, it's the last batch." Jiang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If there are more, we won't be able to help."

Immigration, you don't simply pat your head, then just fill in the immigration number, send it as an order, and you're done.

In fact, you have to consider not only your own transportation capacity, but also the reception capacity of the destination.Even, is there enough land in the destination for the new immigrants to cultivate?How many years will it take to raise them to change from a relief object to a tax collection object?How is the local security situation?What if the immigrant fled?Will there be a large-scale outbreak?Wait, a whole bunch of things to consider.

With this condition in Aizhou, even with the support of Lingxi and Lingdong, the annual immigration limit still exists, and accidents will easily occur if it exceeds.

As for why it is said to be the last batch today, it has something to do with the climate.

The immigrant boats going south from the north are usually in winter and spring, when the north wind prevails, so it is easier to go south.

The immigrant boats going north from Annan are usually in summer and autumn, when the south wind prevails, and it is relatively convenient to go north. If you are unlucky and encounter strong winds, waves, or even typhoons, it depends on your fate.

To be fair, transporting migrants by boat is more reasonable.

Immigrants save the hardships of long-distance treks, and don't need to consume a lot of energy to die halfway.

The imperial court saved most of the daily expenses, because the speed of the ships is fast, and when the wind is smooth, they can travel hundreds of miles a day and night, which is 20-30 times the speed of walking.

Of course, everything has two sides.

Even though offshore sailing is relatively safe, shipwrecks are still a topic that cannot be avoided.Every batch of fleets going south or north has unfortunately sunk, it depends on personal luck.

In addition, the repair and maintenance of the ship also cost money, and the wages paid to the sailors are very high, which is not a small expense.

But on the whole, the advantages of sea immigration are very significant.

The speed is fast, the transportation volume is large, and the cost is low, and it is much, much lower.In the past year, the Ping Navy's ships went south in batches, passing through the two transit ports of Mingzhou and Quanzhou, and arriving in Aizhou and Huanzhou to pick up and drop off immigrants, making great contributions.

In a month or two, the ships gathered in Aizhou and Huanzhou will be loaded with a large number of Annan criminals, head north to Liaodong, and disembark at Yingkou.

There is no doubt that this is a sea immigration channel full of blood and tears.

I don’t know how many people were buried in the sea due to the sinking of the ship, or died of illness in the dark and damp bilge—infectious diseases are the most taboo on board, and those who died of illness or even slightly sick people would be thrown into the sea without any hesitation.

"The people's livelihood is so difficult." There was another commotion on the pier, and the soldiers of the Qing Navy immediately stepped forward to suppress it. Jiang Zhiwei sighed, couldn't bear to watch, got up and left.

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Liaodong in mid-February is still cold and windy.

On the vast snowfield, a group of knights came on horseback and looked at the trembling people in the camp.

These are Annan people from Huanzhou.

They grew up in a warm place since they were young, but they couldn't stand the bitter cold climate in eastern Liaodong.Even with sweaters and felt blankets on his body, his face was still blue from the cold.

Those who couldn't get used to it got seriously ill, and were dragged to another place by the camp guards and isolated.

Those family members who are willing to take care of her are welcome, but they will also be locked up for a while until they recover and no abnormalities can be seen.

An Feihu dismounted, handed the whip to an attendant, and walked towards the camp.

The entourage is from Bohai, and they are also riding a horse.

An Feihu was not worried about him running away.

If you can run away, monks can't run away from temples, men run away, parents, wives and children are still there, so don't you want them all?Besides, those who can be brought out are those who have been trusted by him, not all cats and dogs have the opportunity to be servants.

"Why are you from Annan?" An Feihu walked into the camp, and he was disappointed when he heard words that he didn't understand.

He is a soldier from Hailong County in Xiazhou. There are already two Buqu families in his family, one from Bohai and one from Annan, so he can hear that unique accent.

"Why? Are you still picking and picking?" The clerk with the booklet in his hand smiled and said, "It's good to have a score. Xiaozhou is still short of more than [-] households, and the court plans to settle this matter this year." Just because of this, Zhechong prefectures in Qi, Meng, Mei, Mu, Ji and other prefectures are very unhappy. If you are willing to wait and let people out, they must be very happy."

"Fuck!" An Feihu cursed, then turned his head.

There were many braziers piled up in the barracks, and several kangs were mopped. All the Annan people were sitting or lying down, silently.

An Feihu is tall and slender, Kong Wu is powerful.At this time, he was wearing a fox fur fur, a bear fur hat, cowhide gloves on his hands, and his face was covered with cold-proof pig ointment, breathing hot air.

Annan people had obviously never seen such an honor before, and they were subconsciously afraid after seeing it.

An Feihu walked around the crowd.

The moccasin boots creaked and rattled, as if knocking on the bottom of everyone's heart.

"I'll go check out the other barracks." After turning around, An Feihu turned around and wanted to leave.

"No." The clerk stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "According to the rules, you can only choose one family in the No. [-] barracks."

An Feihu was furious.

The clerk did not give in, looked at him, and said: "They all came here at the end of last autumn, and they have been raised for a winter. There should be no problems with their health, and they are good enough for farming. If everyone picks and chooses like you , are you not messing around?"

An Feihu's hand was already on the hilt of the knife. After a long time, he snorted coldly and said, "A fox pretends to be a tiger, who doesn't know your roots? I'm too lazy to argue with you, I lose my reputation."

After speaking, he turned around and walked to the fire pit, pointed at the scabbard, and said, "It's your house. There are four of you, right? Come with me."

It was a young couple with two children.

Seeing the ferocious An Feihu, the couple were a little scared, and the child burst into tears.

"Boom!" An Feihu threw three sets of sheepskin jackets on the kang, and said, "Put them on, don't be frozen to death on the road."

After finishing speaking, he frowned again, and said: "There is still a child's wear. Damn, I have to look down and ask someone to borrow it."

The family of four couldn't understand what he was talking about. They only knew that the man who was as tall as a door panel was angry, so they became more careful. The wife even covered the child's mouth.

"When you meet me, you can have fun secretly, the ancestral grave is smoking." An Feihu snorted coldly, regardless of whether they understood or not, he said to himself: "After the spring, go to plow the land, if you dare to be lazy, You will be beaten to pieces with a whip."

The civil official coughed and reminded: "An Dalang, they are not slaves, they are just part of the song."

"Okay, okay, I need you to remind me?" An Feihu waved his hand impatiently, and said, "You can't die."

Literary officials don't care.

This is a routine reminder for him.Because Fubing Buqu is indeed not slaves, but common people. Strictly speaking, they just rented and planted the fields under the name of Fubing, and they were tenants.

In fact, their life is better than that of slaves.They can have their own property and live a good life, and some people even eat more than when they were in their hometown.

Strictly speaking, they are a kind of tenants with serious personal dependence. Without permission, they cannot leave the master's house at will. It is more appropriate to describe them as serfs.

"Let's go, don't dawdle." An Feihu stepped out of the barracks and urged him standing outside.

(End of this chapter)