Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Outside a village in the west of Jinan, more than ten people gathered at this time.

"Whose paddy field belongs to?"

Wang Ying pointed to a field on the left and asked.

Local chief Zhao Erdui smiled and said, "Master Wang, that is..."

He glanced at the scholar standing aside from time to time, and Wang Ying frowned and said, "Mr. Ma's?"

The scholar arched his hands and said, "Student Ma Rong, I have seen Lord Wang."

Both of them knew each other. In the past, Ma Rong squirmed his hands in the most casual way.

Today, he not only handed over, but also called himself a student, calling Wang Ying as Lord Wang, which made Wang Ying's heart happy.

But the above request was to thoroughly investigate the ownership of the land. He could only bite the bullet and asked: "Then why is this land not in the tax book?"

Ma Rong coughed and said, "Master Wang, this is the student's study field."

The study field can also be called the student field.

If scholars have no fields, how can they have money to study? How to support wives and children?

So Ma Rong's eyes gradually became cold, he walked over and asked in a low voice, "Master Wang, could it be that... it started?"

Wang Ying nodded, and said, "Mr. Ma is in the next strong point. Xing Hebo is sitting in the city. The Chief Minister, Mr. Chang, personally confessed to the prefect, Mr. Huang, and he is all staring at him!"

Ma Rong gritted his teeth in a low voice: "Then why come to me first?"

Wang Ying's eyes flickered and said, "This is the one from the top, Mr. Ma, that one... is known as the Demon God!"

"My family is poor, can he still let me go farming?"

Wang Ying lowered his voice and said, "This matter is like an arrow, Mr. Ma, it's not that I am not accommodating. I am unlucky if I am accommodating, and you can't get better..."

"Someone is coming! Many people!"

Wang Yinggang wanted to give Ma Rong an idea. Someone behind him yelled. He turned around and saw that his back and armpits were wet with cold sweat.

There are more than 30 people, except for the two headed, the others are either government officials or family members.

Chang Yu pointed to the village and introduced Fang Xing: "Xinghebo, Shanqian Village was originally a large village for receiving grain. Since seven years ago, the annual grain intake has been reduced by more than 70%. There are many complaints in the local area, but no one dares to report it. This official also heard hearsay, so I clicked here to take a look."

Fang Xing took a look and said, "The ditches have all gone straight to the fields, and the fields look fat. It's a good place."

"In the past, people would fight to death when fighting for water. Since seven years ago, I haven't heard of it anymore. It shows the merits of enlightenment."

Chang Yu was very serious when he said this, Fang Xing glanced at him, not sure whether he was mocking the scholar who had swallowed most of the field.

So he made a guarantee, a very strong guarantee.

"This matter is being manipulated by Ben, and all the performances of others are in the eyes of Ben, and there is no way to hide it."

Chang Yu arched his hands and said, "Thank you Xinghe Bo."

We wake up and see who is good and who is bad, hello, then I will hold you.

As for Fang Xing's decision, this is just a joke.

Chang Yu was convinced that Fang Xing was the emperor's spokesperson, and these words were just to focus the opposition on him and to lighten the burden for the emperor.

But he still accepted his love, and the big rock that had been pressing in his heart also fell to the ground.

He knew that Jiang Xuze had contact with the family, but he couldn't stop it, and he didn't dare to stop it.

"Xing He Bo, this matter involves orthodoxy, and the outside world says this is paving the way for science..."

Confucianism and science are all the same, there is no preferential treatment, so what should everyone go to study?

"The imperial examination is a single-plank bridge. Thousands of students are crowded. In the end, how many people can write articles in the Jinluang Temple? The rest is without special treatment. What do you read?"

This is the third person who said this in front of Fang Xing.

What to read?

"I have seen you all..."

Kneeled on the ground in front of him, and only one person was standing, bowing.

Fang Xing stepped back and watched Chang Yu walk forward.

"All get up."

Chang Yu called up these people in an easygoing manner, then turned his eyes to Ma Rong and asked, "Are you the scholar?"

There was a smile on Fang Xing's mouth, and he thought Chang Yu's methods were good.

What did you do for Daming? Actually let Chang Yu know of your existence.

Ma Rong was pale, and said, "Master, student... Ma Rong, Yongle Nianjuren."

Chang Yu stood with his hands under his hands, looked at the invisible paddy field, and asked, "Whose paddy field belongs to?"

Ma Rong's face was gradually reddening. At this moment, the sun was in the sky and the temperature gradually rose. The palm of his hand holding the folding fan was gradually getting sweaty, and then...

"grown ups……"

"Um?"

Both eyes are facing each other and they can talk.

——This is the rule, my lord!

——I don’t have this rule here!

"grown ups……"

Ma Rong knelt with a puff.

A few horses came from a distance, and they were stopped at the periphery. Someone came and told them: "My lord, they are the scholars around."

Fang Xing didn't care about this, Xin Laoqi had already entered the village and came back with five people behind him.

The two adults are husband and wife, and the three children, all in ragged clothes, and delicious dishes.

"Young Song Ren, I've seen the big master..."

The man knelt on the ground, and the family behind him followed, and even the withered woman knelt.

"stand up."

Fang Xing said blankly.

The eldest of the three children looked eleven or twelve years old, with blank eyes.

The two little ones didn't wear shoes, and the pants full of patches looked a little smaller, especially the youngest girl, who looked dark.

"Who is farming for now?"

Song Ren shook his head blankly, and the small official beside him shouted: "This is Uncle Xinghe, why don't you hurry up to reply?"

Fang Xing waved his hand and said: "Looking at your scene, it is clear that you can't live anymore. I'll talk about it. It's better to die than to live. Mr. Ben and Mrs. Chang came here today to see the people's livelihood. ."

Speaking, Fang Xing looked around for a week, and said coldly: "Ben is very much looking forward to someone retaliating against his family in the future. I really look forward to it."

Song Ren was frightened and wanted to kneel, but was grabbed by Xin Laoqi and beat him with blood.

"My master will never see anyone retaliate against you. Just say, even if officials from a place in Shandong come together to punish you, my master promises to send them all out of their families and exterminate them, and send them all over the world for mining!"

Chang Yu's mouth twitched, but he acquiesced in what Xin Laoqi said.

Song Ren looked at Fang Xing nervously, and Fang Xing nodded, and said, "Bun's reputation outside is not very good, but no one doubts his credibility. Boldly said, Ben is going for you! The big deal is to take your family to move to Go to the capital, at the feet of the emperor, Ben wants to see who dares to be domineering!"

"The capital..."

Song Ren stood there blankly, Fang Xing was about to encourage a few more words, but he cried.

Fang Xing has never seen anyone crying like that, heart-piercing...

Tears and nose filled Song Ren's face in an instant. He swallowed, and his body trembled, as if he had suffered an unbearable pain in life.

His wife turned and wept bitterly, and the three children looked at him in a daze, a little confused.

Fang Xing was silent, beckoning to the back.

The family members allocated it, and finally let him out on the grounds that the knife looked more amiable.

"Come on, sweets."

The knife knelt on one knee and waved at the three children, but no one paid any attention. Instead, he hid behind his parents in panic.

Song Ren used his arm to wipe away tears, and said, "Uncle, there are still more than 30 mu of land in the small family a few years ago..."

Fang Xing asked, "What about now?"

"now……"

Song Ren sniffed and said, "Drought that year, the water in the village was taken up by people~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The small harvest was confiscated, so I could only borrow money..."

"How much profit?"

Chang Yu was also paying attention to the answer. Song Ren hesitated and said, "Six...60%."

Fang Xing closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and asked, "What then?"

"It's not small enough, because the fields are sold to others as wasteland."

"You escaped?"

Chang Yu frowned and asked, the one who flees is the fleeing household, and selling your land is considered light. It was just that Zhu Gaochi gave a decree to the refugees after he took the throne, and the local officials also gave money and food to help them return to their hometown.

Song Ren said with trepidation: "The eldest in the little family starved to death at the time, so the little one took his wife and children into the mountain and wanted to find something in the mountain..."

"enough."

Fang Xing turned his face to the side. He felt that he could not face Song Ren, the hard-working, but unsafe people...