Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1591 The fate of man...

  In the backyard of the Liu family in Nuo Da, there was no sound.

  Every visitor fell into a deathly silence.

  People are silent, trying to digest.

   Free rent, this is something unprecedented in ancient times.

   To put it bluntly, this is unprecedented, and there will be no one since.

   I searched through the history books, but I have never heard of such a thing.

If it's just a gentry who has lost his head, it doesn't really matter. A gentry can get as much land as he can. If he is exempt from rent, he will naturally be eliminated, because he will go bankrupt in a short time, and then the land will be taken away. Cheap sale.

  But if it is hundreds of millions of acres of land, what if the rent is directly exempted?

   What a terrible thing this is.

  Fang Jifan...does he plan to eat dirt?

   But obviously, Xishan Bank is now making a lot of money, and the land it got was acquired at the lowest price. In the eyes of these visitors, it is almost the same as robbery.

  Since people dare to avoid it, they can always earn it back from other places.

   But... what shall we do?

  The current rent can be roughly divided into two types. One is all the output of the land, and the gentry and tenants are divided in proportion. In good places, it is 50-50, and in poor places, it is 30-70, gentry gets 7, and tenants get 3.

  Of course, this equal division method is relatively gentle.

There is another kind, which is called iron plate rent. The so-called iron plate rent means that if you can harvest three hundred catties of rice per mu of land, according to the regulations, you rent the land, and you will be charged 100 catties per mu of land. Eighty catties to two hundred catties.

   It seems that there is no difference between the iron plate rent and the equal share method, but don't forget that even tenants need to pay grain tax and corvee. In recent years, corvee can be deducted with silver, but they have to pay more. And this fixed payment of grain, plus the imperial grain, ordinary tenants, if it is a good year, it is okay, once there is a disaster year, the grain production is reduced, and this mu of land may not be able to grow 180 catties of grain, which is equivalent to It is a year-round, vain farming, and all the grain is confiscated, and the gentry may still be owed a sum of money and grain.

  At this time... There are often some friendly gentry who will forgive the grain owed by the tenants. There are quite a few such good gentry, and they are usually called great benevolent people.

  Wang Shixun is like this. His family is in Qinghe, and he has been known as Wang Dashan for more than ten generations. His great-grandfather was Wang Dashan, his grandfather was Wang Dashan, his father was Wang Dashan, and when he came to him, he was also Wang Dashan.

Therefore, once many people are reduced to being tenants, almost all their children and grandchildren will not be able to stand up, because in a good harvest year, your family, young and old, can barely have a meal, and even have to eat a full meal and a hungry meal , All the excess grain grown is used for grain tax and rent.

   But once there is a disaster year and the food is reduced, not only will there be no crops, but also countless rents owed to the benevolent people. Such a **** debt will never be repaid by children and grandchildren.

The problem of displaced persons in Ming Dynasty, at least at present, is not caused by natural disasters alone, but with the increase in population, the annexation of land, and the frequent occurrence of natural disasters, many tenants found that even if they rented the land, they worked hard to cultivate it. , completed the official corvee in a peaceful manner, but in fact... most of the time, they may not be able to earn their own rations, and even... because of the iron rent, they may still owe a whole lot of debt.

   And so...the people fled.

  In recent years, the income of land has continued to increase, and a large number of new crops have appeared, so that many tenant farmers can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

   But in fact, it is the gentry who really benefit the most.

There is no other reason, the land is his, and the crop yield is high, and the rent will also increase. The final result is the huge benefits brought by the new crops. The extra hundred catties of grain harvested from one mu of land may be only two Ten catties flowed into the mouths of the tenant farmers, and more than 80% were still piled up in the gentry's barn.

  In this world... After all, the arms cannot twist the thighs.

   But whether you are an arm or a thigh, you are still a body of flesh and blood. Now there is a dog-like thing, and he brought a knife.

  What kind of person is Wang Shixun? He has read books and understands the truth.

  At this moment, he was trembling all over, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips couldn't help trembling.

   From the front, the dog-like thing Jifan used all kinds of commercial and financial means to drag the gentry into the water, and then use his rich experience to harvest all the gentry.

  And now, the harvested land... has now become a magic weapon in the hands of this dog, turning his head... directly to those gentry who have not been dragged down by business and finance... a blow to the head.

   It's the end...

  Such a huge amount of land is exempt from rent. At that time...your own land...will anyone still cultivate it?

  Those tenants, don’t rush to bring their families with them, rushing to the farm of Xishan Qianzhuang like crazy.

   To cultivate land for Xishan Bank, you only need to pay the imperial grain.

  It can be cultivated by the gentry, but they have to pay 60 to 70% of the rent, which is equivalent to... planting one mu of land, and getting three times the income.

  Three times...

  Many guests also began to tremble.

  Suddenly...someone wailed: "I'm afraid that land prices...will fall...continuously. I don't know when it will end."

  The man who said this...but no one paid attention to him.

  Because this is not a problem of falling.

  The price of land has fallen. As long as the land is still in your hands and you don’t sell it, who can do anything to you.

Therefore, some people are more insightful: "This is not just a problem of falling land prices. Brother Zhou has more than 6,000 mu of land in Boye County. In the future...will he still be able to recruit tenant farmers? Even if tenant farmers are recruited, let me ask, how much do you plan to accept him? 10% rent? 70%? 60%? 50%? 30%?

  Without land rent, could it be that the big guys farmed the land by themselves? Among the people present, which family has tens of thousands of acres of land in their hands?

   Once the land rent collected by the gentry plummeted, the income from the land would naturally be pitiful, and the tenant farmers would be satisfied if they were given a bite to eat. But for the gentry, what they are rare is not food. They have big houses, servants at home, need chariots and horses, and moreover need to support their children to study. , how much overhead is there? Once the income plummets, will this... still be able to survive?

   "It's over...it's over..." Someone couldn't help crying: "This land...I want to sell it quickly, and if I don't sell it again, I'm afraid no one will care about it."

   "Want to sell now?" Someone said angrily, "It's too late. This Fang Jifan has no conscience, and he deliberately doesn't want to give everyone a way out."

  Wang Shixun was dizzy when he heard it. At this moment, he didn't want to say a word.

  Who would have thought that Fang Jifan would directly follow everyone's back path when he turned his head while talking here today.

  Liu apologized and was terrified when he heard it, but he was full of heart and only wanted to rescue his father, so he hurriedly said: "Everyone...Everyone...I'm waiting here..."

   "Nephew..." Wang Shixun suddenly interrupted Liu's apology with a cold voice.

   Liu apologized and looked at Wang Shixun hurriedly, showing a puzzled expression.

  Wang Shixun said: "I have something to do today, so I will leave."

   "Uncle Shi, let's go after a light meal." Liu apologized and hurriedly said, "Not to mention...my father..."

  Wang Shixun has a gloomy face, the Qi family governs the country and the world, the family is about to disappear, who can control your father's affairs, the life of the old man may not be better than your family's.

  He turned and left.

  The other guests came to their senses. At this moment, they must save themselves quickly.

   So they got up one after another.

   Liu apologized in a hurry, and was busy trying to hold Wang Shixun back.

  Wang Shixun shook his hand away: "Nephew, let's do it for ourselves."

  After leaving such a cold sentence, he rushed out anxiously.

  The mighty gentry, with blank faces, saw Wang Shixun go out, and they also left Liu's house one after another.

  Wang Shixun told the driver: "Go to Xishan, hurry up..."

  People were whispering at the door.

   Finally someone said: "Let's go, let's go to Xishan too."

  In an instant, the entire Liu Mansion was in a mess, and the building was empty.

  Liu Apologetically watched all this dumbfounded.

  What about my dad?

  …

  It was three poles high in the sun, but Fang Jifan hadn't gotten up yet.

   It was Zhu Xiurong who urged him a few times before Fang Jifan let himself be served and undressed in a daze.

  Zhu Xiurong said: "Just now, many people came to pay their respects, saying that they must see your husband. Your husband...don't miss a big deal. It's not good to make people wait for a long time."

Fang Jifan said haha: "Just let them wait, I'm not in a hurry, hey..." He sighed: "In the past, I was very free, but since I came back to Beijing this time, people came to the door every now and then. , Such a life is really not for human beings."

  Zhu Xiurong frowned: "All in all, you need to be careful. This trip to Nantong Prefecture scared everyone in the entire family to death. When dealing with people, the most important thing is to value peace. Your husband must never make enemies again."

  Women are like this.

   Peace is the most important...

  Fang Jifan said with a smile on his face: "Of course, I love making friends with people the most, Huzi, Huzi..."

  Fang Jifan finished dressing up and called Huzi, who came to Fang Jifan imposingly like a rainbow.

  Fang Jifan kicked him: "You bastard, you are taller than this young master, it's against you."

  Huzi immediately said: "Master...how about I ask my mother to make you a pair of mille-ply soles, so that you can grow taller."

  Fang Jifan suddenly felt that his self-esteem had been insulted.

   Shaking his head, he sighed: "Go to the meeting, and call all your people, oh, you still have a short gun on your waist, show me."

   As he spoke, he directly took the other short gun from Huzi's waist and held it in his hand.

   Now there is only one sunglasses missing.

  Unfortunately... one cigarette is missing.

   But thinking about it carefully, Fang Jifan still didn't dare to play with tobacco. This stuff... is harmful.

  Fang Jifan is a man of conscience.

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