Great Warriors of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 1344 Golden Light Breaks Dawn
The rich old man's face was gloomy and a little ugly.

On the open space of the drying yard, firewood was brought in quickly, and several large fires were lit, and the villagers and villagers stood around the fire.

Someone moved a few tables and chairs.

Old Zhao was sitting at the table, and the Sha family even asked someone to bring a basin of charcoal fire to Lao Zhao. The charcoal fire had no smoke and was warmed directly under his feet. He even specially asked someone to put his own hand warmer Also delivered to Lao Zhao's desk.

The Gao family sent someone to quickly boil a pot of good tea, and brought a large pot of noodles to it.

Old Zhao had a charcoal basin under his feet and a stove in his hand, and he ate a bowl of hot noodles, but his body warmed up quickly.

"The folks are also hungry, right?" Lao Zhao smiled and said to the Baekje villagers who were drooling while watching them eat noodles.

Those villagers just drooled secretly.

"Rich man, Gao Lang, Sha Lang, you see we are full and warm, but everyone is cold and hungry, how about serving a bowl of noodles for everyone?"

The three local tyrants and landlords don't care about the lives of these people.

But when I saw Lao Zhao's furious appearance just now, I was afraid. At this time, I didn't know what these people were going to do, and I didn't dare to do it right, so I had to call someone to let them cook noodles.

The rich old man called his son to come to him, "Cook ten catties of noodles and add more water."

There are more than 100 households in the village, with five or six hundred people, but the old man only asked his son to cook ten catties of noodles, but his son thought he cooked too much, and ten catties of noodles was not a lot.

"It's enough to put two catties in it, and it's a waste of water and firewood to cook the noodles!"

"Don't talk nonsense, cook ten catties."

Holding a stove in his hand, Old Zhao looked at the villagers in front of him.

They were obviously divided into two groups. On one side were the rich landlords from the three Fushagao families. The three landlords were wearing mink, warm and well-dressed.On the other side, the hundreds of villagers were all disheveled, their clothes were thin and full of patches, and some were even barefoot in winter, standing in the cold wind, with their backs arched and their waists shrunk.

Some had numb expressions and glazed eyes.

As the pavilion chief who retired from the army, Lao Zhao didn't have much sympathy for the scene in front of him.

His coming down in the cold weather was only a request from above.

Nowadays, the battalions of the Baekje Province have basically been deployed, and the noble officials of the former upper class of the Baekje Kingdom have basically been controlled.

The imperial court also moved several batches of immigrants.

It is against this background that the imperial court now requires Baekje Province to start to go deep down and implement the land reform policy in an all-round way.

Land reform, of course, is to equalize the land and grant land. The actual essence is to attack the power of powerful landlords and big households in the original area of ​​Baekje. The bottomless people of Baekje who are landless and poor.

Of course, more land should be reserved for Han immigrants.

In the final analysis, these township chiefs are on the front line of land reform.

The attitude of the higher authorities is very clear. There is nothing to say about the powerful local landlords.

As for the poor Baekje people at the bottom, it is necessary to strive for unity first.

Some time ago, Lao Zhao was called by the county to go to the county town to attend a training class on land reform work to learn how to do a good job in this new policy.

Now, Lao Zhao has many newly learned policies and methods in his mind.

Li Village is a large village in the township, and it is also the first stop of the land reform chosen by Lao Zhao, and it must be launched.

Old Zhao sat there drinking tea slowly, the tea can only be described as mediocre.

He was in no rush to start doing something right away.

In the cold wind in the morning, a ray of golden sunlight sprinkled down, and the sun came out.

The noodles are finally cooked.

All three families sent their servants to bring out several large barrels of noodles. Lao Zhao got up and distributed the noodles to the villagers himself.

After a spoonful, I only saw soup and water, but not a few noodles, let alone oil.

Old Zhao shook his head, but didn't say anything, just let the people go home and bring bowls of noodles.

The villagers had smiles on their faces, and they ran home happily. They brought wooden bowls, ceramic bowls, and some even directly brought clay pots and wooden basins.

Some families have five or six people, but they can't get a bowl for each person.

The noodle soup was poured into bowls one by one, and these people drank it quickly, even ignoring the heat.

Lao Zhao took the officials and militiamen from the village pavilion and made noodles for hundreds of villagers.

"Rich man, don't you want to eat?"

Of course, the rich old man looked down on this kind of noodle soup, and said with a smile that he was not hungry.

The sound of drinking noodle soup on the field was very loud.

Although the noodle soup of the three families did not add up to [-] catties of noodles, it was not plain water anyway, there were always a few noodles in each bowl, and this soup also had a noodle flavor.

After eating a big bowl of noodle soup, it was finally not so cold.

Seeing them like this, Lao Zhao also knew in his heart that the life of these villagers was not very good before.Lao Zhao is from Qinghe, Hebei, which is notoriously a place with a lot of people. His family used to have a little land, and there were always droughts and floods on the plains.

Up to now, Lao Zhao's childhood memory is full of hunger.

Until later, as a last resort, the whole family became refugees, and then they were coerced into thieves, and then they were recruited by the officers and soldiers, and became government soldiers, and then they were injured and retired, and became a pavilion chief here in Anton.

Today's life is still good. When he moved to Anton as a mansion soldier, he had already brought his family with him. He divided the hundred acres of military land by himself. 300 mu of land, and then [-] mu of Yongye farm for each person in the family, for a total of more than [-] mu of land.

Although the new home is still very simple, it is full of hope.

"Let's declare some properties first, the rich come first?" Lao Zhao said to the rich man with a smile.

The rich old man thought that what was supposed to come was coming after all, so he came over a little uneasy.

"Sit." Old Zhao pointed to the bench in front of the table.

"How many people are there in the rich man's family, how many slaves, how many parts? How many houses, how many acres of fields, and how many livestock?"

A scribe began to write with a pen.

The rich old man frowned into a Sichuan character.

"Rich man, this is a request from the imperial court. We are going to conduct a big census in Baekje Province to clear the land and register the property. The fields and houses, shops, slaves, large livestock, vehicles and boats must be registered and archived. Award the deed certificate, and the deed certificate shall prevail in the future. Without the deed certificate, it cannot prove that these things belong to you. If there is no deed certificate, it will be listed as ownerless and will be taken as public property by the court.”

The rich old man can't advance or retreat.

I reported it, but I was afraid that there would be problems inside, so I didn't report it. This Zhao Tingzhang had already laid an ambush.

silence.

Old Zhao didn't rush, and sat there drinking tea leisurely.

The land reform this time is not a dinner party, and will not be merciful to the rich and powerful. However, during the training in the county, the above also said that this job must be done in a method and method, and it cannot be forced directly.

Have to come step by step.

And this verification and inventory registration is the first step.

In fact, before Lao Zhao came, he had already found out the powerful landlords and big households in every village in the township. Xiangting had already done a thorough research on the situation in each village, and divided the people under his rule into categories.There are gentry, landlords, wealthy households, as well as small owner farmers and poor tenant farmers, as well as servants and tribes.

However, most of these information were provided by Hei Pi and other Baekje people who had surrendered to the court. Now Lao Zhao has to come down to do a verification in person, so as not to be fooled by Hei Pi and other Baekje people.

As mentioned above, to govern Baekje, one must attack a group of people, use a group of people, and unite a group of people.The group of people targeted by this attack is naturally the original royal family, aristocratic officials and local rich and powerful landlords and wealthy businessmen. What they want to use is those former petty officials, self-cultivated farmers, and small industrialists who are obedient to the court to attract these people to Baekje. In the yamen, he served as an official, as a member of the Tutuan Association, and as a local security team.And those who want to unite are the former proletarian poor, and even the servants.

Lao Zhao also knows that the imperial court’s major policy must be to immigrate and change species. This is the imperial court’s basic strategy for multiple conquests, but this is only a general direction, and it cannot be achieved overnight. It has to be done step by step. After all, Baekje has millions of people .

The rich old man began to report the situation, and the clerk over there took notes.

"Is there any more? Don't miss anything." Old Zhao reminded from time to time, and then the rich old man frowned, paused for a while, and reported some more.

(End of this chapter)