An old man knelt on a land he was most familiar with, hugging the wooden sign with his name on the land. Although he was illiterate, he knew that the wooden sign was his name, and the words on it represented the land contracted by the government. As long as he wanted, his descendants would all be the land he contracted. From now on, he was no longer a landless refugee.

There is no corvee service or taxes attached to the land, only half of the annual output of rent, and no matter whether it is to grow beans and melons, it will be followed, and the government will never interfere.

With a Chinese farmer's deep dependence and attachment to the land, he refused to give up on this wooden sign for a night.

When the sky brightened again, the warm sunrise from the east and shone on the land, he heard footsteps and looked up, which made him shocked. Because on the road to the ground, a group of officers and soldiers were turning to the ground and walking towards him.

The old man immediately pulled up the wooden sign and hugged it deeply in his arms. This land cannot be hidden, but the wooden sign representing this land is his only dependence.

An officer walked up to him, looked at his nervous expression, and suddenly smiled: "Don't be so nervous. The imperial envoy has agreed to contract this land for you. Then this land is yours, and no one dares to rob it." Then he waved behind him, and several soldiers carried a few bags of food in the car behind him, and placed it in front of him.

The little officer looked through a book of accounts: "Zhang Laoshi's family contracted twenty acres of land, and the term was not offline. Can you confirm this amount of time?"

Zhang Laoshi nodded in a daze: "Yes, yes, the master in the yamen told me yesterday."

"Well, now, your family of five should get the relief of Wushi grain. Now the grain is here, come and sign here."

Give relief food? Zhang Laoshi didn't believe his ears, but looking at the sacks, a few golden grains that were seeping out of the mouth of the sack, Zhang Laoshi rolled and scurried up, carefully picked up the pearl-like grains and stuffed them into his arms.

"It doesn't matter, this is all your food, so I'd better sign here." Then I remembered: "Of course you can't write, so just press a handprint on it, so I can go back and get a job with the imperial envoy."

Zhang Laoshi shivered and pressed his bright red handprints on it. The little officer stood up and then moved 10 bags of sweet potatoes from the car: "According to the invitation of the imperial envoy, you agree that you should plant sweet potatoes on your 20 acres of land. This is the seeds, and you also have to sign for them with a handprint. But don't worry, the imperial envoy said that in autumn, every 10 kilograms of sweet potatoes will be exchanged for one kilogram of wheat or 2 kilograms of millet."

"Really?" Zhang Laoshi really doesn't believe his ears. Although he can't write and recognize words, he can settle the accounts. A mu of sweet potato land can produce 2,000 kilograms even in the years of drought. If the exchange method of the imperial envoy, each mu of land can get at least 200 kilograms of wheat. Oh my god, this is the grain that cannot be harvested in the year of bumper harvest. If you pay 100 kilograms, you can still have 100 kilograms left. If you mix some grass roots, tree bark and wild vegetables, 500 kilograms can prevent the family of five from hunger, and the remaining one is more than 1,000 kilograms and you can sell it. With money, you can flip the land nest, ask the boss for a wife, and let your daughter marry decently.

"Others can lie to you, but our imperial envoy will never lie to you, and I dare not lie to you. Look at that." The little officer pointed to the man in a gauze hat, flying fish clothes and embroidered with a spring knife on his head: "That's the Jinyiwei. He looks at us. If I dare to lie to you, he will chop my head up immediately. I dare not joke with my own head."

He pressed his handprints again tremblingly, and the little officer took his subordinates to the next house. Zhang Laoshi looked at his bright red fingers, then he remembered and stretched his neck and asked loudly: "My Lord of the Imperial Commander, ah, no, what is our Imperial Commander's name?"

The little officer answered without looking back: "The name is Zhao Xing."

Zhang Laoshi knelt in the field and wrote down this name deeply.

"This land belongs to mine, I have the land deed document." The landlord of the Zhao family stood on the ground, and used his crutches to 4 weeks, and said arrogantly to several Qiu Bas: "This is the first time Lord Yue Hesheng sold it to me. He handed the money and delivered the goods in one hand. Why do you dare to rob my land?"

Zhao Xing, who was sitting in a carriage, smiled and said, "The land of two hundred acres is only 10 taels of silver. Do you think it's fair?"

"Then I don't care. My uncle is a Tongzhi from Suide Mansion. We bought this land at this price. This is a fair deal, and Wang Fa is there."

Zhao Xing sneered, and then became kind and said, "Okay, then now I will buy this land with 20 taels of silver. You will make twice as much money, and I will be envious of you."

"No, absolutely not. The land now is eight taels of silver per acre. If you give me this price, you will ignore the king's law and forcefully buy and sell. I will sue it."

Zhao Xing's face suddenly became cold and he asked without looking back: "Sir Zhao Zi and Zhao, see what kind of kingly laws this guy has violated?"

Zhao Zi immediately took out a book of accounts and looked through the reward: "Zhao Yuanwai, in the sixth year of Tianqi, he failed to collect rent, and forced the Wang family to death. In the seventh year of Tianqi, he bought a batch of stolen goods from Nanshan's pole, and in the first year of Chongzhen--."

"Forget it, these two counts are enough to be a death row. Collude with bandits and conspiracy. Come on, take him down, throw him into death row, torture him, and confiscate all his property."

The Tiqi brothers immediately rushed up like tigers and wolves, punching and kicking the landlord, knocking him out.

"Close the case." Looking at the trembling Li Zheng: "You have no objection to my closing method, right?"

"grown ups--"

"Come on, check what's wrong with this."

This Li Jing kneeled on the ground without hesitation: "The adults are like gods in their judgment, and the young are extremely admired. Now I will give you the old seal as a testimony."

Zhao Xing snorted in the hole in his nose, then looked at his two wives: "How is it? Is there any wronged person to decide the case for his husband quickly?"

Cui Yan smiled and replied, "There are many rich and unkind people in the world. When they call him true, there is no good thing." Then she looked at Li Zheng, who was already ashamed, and said, "It's still true that this thing is understandable. You, the imperial envoy, are magnanimous and pursue them too much. You are a confused official."

Zhao Xing smiled indifferently: "Those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me will perish. If you don't ask about the simple and simple wielding sword to kill people, this is always the evaluation of the Jinyiwei people in the world. But in this remote place, they have not yet understood the truth, there is no way, there is no way." Then he waved his hand: "Let's go, the Qian Man in the next town is very stubborn and does not lower the rent. It seems that I will not cut off his head to serve the best, otherwise the bastards around him will not know my bodhisattva heart."
Chapter completed!