Tomorrow

　　 Chapter 43: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step

　　 There are thousands of gullies on the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, and of course more than 72 valleys.

　　 Those who have good things personally counted it, and came to a conclusion-those who are north from the south valley mouth, get one hundred and fifty.

　　 Obviously, the number one hundred and five is not an accurate number. It may be difficult for a person to count it clearly. Don't even think about it if you don't have Xu Xiake's skills.

　　 Seventy-two is an imaginary number, which represents a lot. Therefore, Lantian Liuyu is actually an imaginary number, but the number of Dagouyu that really fits the thieves’ hiding place is six.

Qingyu, Daogouyu, Wangyu, Daiyu, Xiaoyangyu, and Dongtangyu all living in the six ditch valleys belong to the Yun clan's Yin tribe. Therefore, it can also be said that these six ditch valleys belong to the Yun clan. .

　　 Within half a month, Yun Zhao traveled all over the six ditch valleys... and finally stopped at Qingyu, the richest place.

　　 This is where Yun's business has been for hundreds of years.

　　 This Qingyu is a gourd terrain with a small mouth and a big belly.

　　 Yunzhao arrived at Qingyu in the rain. The road on the mountain stream was wet and slippery. Yunzhao and his party got off the donkey and wound up along the mountain road.

　　 After a while, the rain has subsided, and the sky has opened a little, but the sound of the stream flowing from the valley is louder.

　　 The houses that occasionally appear by the stream are scattered and scattered, all of which are old buildings.

　　 The only fresh thing is the smell of animal dung in the wind. Although it is not smelly, it makes people happy.

　　 The cooking smoke in the rain is not high, and it dissipates after being sparsely watered by the rain, only a strong smell of firewood.

　　 Most of the fields here are in the ravines. However, there are not many crops on the land in the ravines. Only some stubborn millet grows stubbornly on the high slopes, swaying in the wind.

　　 "In autumn, the Qinling Mountains are worried about mountain torrents. Therefore, people only grow and harvest here. Even so, they will often suffer from disasters."

　　 Yunfu, seeing Yunzhao puzzled, whispered a reminder.

　　 "The reservoir should be built."

　　 Yunzhao said lightly, and moved on.

　　 Yunfu shook his head helplessly, and then followed. At this moment, looking at the young master's small body, he really felt like he was following the Yun family's old man to inspect the Yun family's industry.

　　 "Qingyu is the closest to Yunshi Zhuangzi. Once a reservoir is built on the mountain, water can be stored in summer and autumn, and water can be released in winter and spring. In this way, Yunshi can have more paddy fields, which can benefit the people."

　　 "The consumption is also big!"

　　 "There will be in the future."

　　 Yunzhao did not give much explanation, and continued along the mountain road.

The Yin family’s home is located in a gap in Qingyugou. The low but sharp ridge divides the valley in two here. It is a good place. The big gourd in the front is used for production, and the small one in the back. The gourd is used to make a home.

　　 The Yin family’s home is incomparable with the Yun family’s mansion. No tile can be seen on the roof, it is a real cottage.

　　 Everyone entered the thatched cottage, and Yun Zhao sat at the window and watched the pattering light rain outside for a long time, reluctant to speak.

　　 The current situation of the Yin Clan of the Yun clan is worse than Yun Zhao imagined!

　　 This year's summer grain income is less than 40% of the ration, even if there is a little autumn grain...it will not help.

　　 The main house is frantically collecting grain, but no matter how the mother collects grain, it can't hold up the consumption of nearly two thousand people.

　　 There are nearly a thousand people from the Yin clan, and there are more people from the main clan...

In the past, Yun Zhao thought that as long as his family was full, he would not care about others. Now it seems that this is not the case. The Yun family members rely on the Yun family for their meals, although some are tenants and some are free citizens. , Once disasters occur, the Yun Family Mansion is the only hope for these people.

　　 Yunzhao is now beginning to understand the mentality of those refugees who eat big households.

　　 On weekdays, large households occupy a lot of resources, and they can eat spicy food. At this time, people who depend on large households have a bite of food, so everyone is in peace.

　　Once there is a natural disaster, if the big family still eats spicy food, and the common people change their children and eat... At this time, who will not reach out to the big family?

　　 If Yun Zhao himself was also a hungry person, he might do even more cruel poisoning!

　　 After all, the concept of fairness has long penetrated into Yun Zhao's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. As long as the opportunity and the social environment allow, he will definitely grab a fair one.

　　 Here, the Yun Family Mansion is the object that should be robbed by everyone.

　　 These days, Yun Zhao learned from Yun Fu that the only reason why Yun had so many people working was that Yun only harvested 30% of the renters.

　　 Although in Yun Zhao's view, this is already a black-hearted renter who can no longer be black-hearted, but placing this renter in Lantian County, and even the entire Guanzhong, is a conscientious renter.

Due to its proximity to the Qinling Mountains, Yun’s paddy fields are rich in water vapor. One mu yields about 400 kilograms of wheat. The dry land is halved. Yun’s charge is 30%, and tenant farmers have to pay two liters and five in two spoons instead of Yun’s farm taxes per acre. .

　　 The Yun clan was an official, only Xia Fu but no autumn tax. Therefore, the Yun clan has never collected autumn tax from farmers.

　　 If the people pay the taxes themselves, they will have to pay eight liters and five in two spoons for one acre of Xia Fu, and the same is true for autumn taxes, not to mention the numerous levies and miscellaneous taxes.

　　 Yunqi’s family owns three acres of land. The final output of these three acres of land carefully served by the Yunqi family is only half of the output of Dian Yunzhao’s three acres.

　　 Since Zhang Juzheng implemented a whip method, the court no longer collects taxes on food and other objects, but pays all the money.

　　If there is no merchant class in the world, this would have been a good method. Because a large amount of money is in the hands of merchants and people related to them, the famous whip method has finally become a rope tied to the neck of the farmer.

Yun Zhao still firmly believes that the original intention of any policy formulation, even the policy formulated by the Ming Dynasty, must be formulated for stabilizing the world and regulating existence, but it was changed in the process of implementation, and the final result would be disaster to the country and the people. .

　　 Nowadays, the Ming Dynasty exempts high-income earners from taxation. It just keeps exploiting the peasants. How can his treasury become full?

　　 "Under this gentle rain, I don't know how many hungry souls are wailing..."

　　 Yunzhao sighed to himself, and it sounded like a thunder in Qian Duoduo's ears.

In the brothel, although she was young, she had seen countless romantic talents as a maid, and heard countless whimsical ideas. This obese landlord’s young master was able to say this, which really surprised her. The words are too blunt.

She was taught by the famous teacher invited by her mother since she was a child. Under the cruel education ~www.readwn.com~ Although Qian Duoduo is only ten years old, she has shown a different knowledge from ordinary people. After all, in three years, she will reach ten. Third, Zhang Yanzhi will make the most generous return for the mothers’ huge investment.

　　 The dignified look in Yun Zhao's eyes is seriously inconsistent with his small, chubby body and age, and the melancholy seems to be able to squeeze out the water.

　　 "Ha, the rain has stopped, we can go picking mushrooms."

　　 Yunzhao's cheerful voice sounded in the hut again, Qian Duoduo shook her head vigorously, she couldn't merge the melancholy fat man with the cheerful little fat man in front of her anyway.

　　Without money, no idea can be realized. Without corn, potatoes, and sweet potato seeds, Yun Zhao, even if he has the best method, is just talking on paper.

　　 In fact, there is no popular support in this world. There are only interests, only interests, and only interests. Whoever represents the interests of the people, the people will have one mind with whom.

　　 What Yunzhao has to do now is to let the huge Yun family aspirations, and let the huge Yun family think that their young master represents their absolute interests.

Only in this way can these two thousand people be driven like an ambassador, and can use these two thousand people to attract more people who want to gain benefits... If this goal is possible, Yun Zhao feels that he will have the power to follow the world. The heroes compete for the ups and downs of the world.

　　 Neither Li Hongji nor Zhang Bingzhong, Zhu Youjian who is still in the Forbidden City melancholy, or Huang Taiji who is in the white mountains and black waters can not represent the interests of the people of the Han people.

　　They are too shallow, they always think that the people of the world are fish...the objects they can conquer, they are wrong.

　　 Yunzhao happily walked out of the hut, and then fell into a butt. He sat on the ground and shouted to Qian Duoduo who helped him up: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step!"