The official farmland is on the outskirts of the city.
After walking a short distance from the city gate, you can see small villages where tenant farmers live together, several low yellow mud courtyards, and several large and small trees with all their leaves.
Just as Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin got closer, they heard a dog barking, and then someone walked out of the house and stood in the fenced yard to look around.
"Who is here?"
an old man asked, his voice was kind, but his attitude was a bit wary.
"I'm going to Xia Luo Yong."
Luo Yong replied. "" The lights in the room quickly turned on, and not long after, another middle-aged man came out holding a torch.
"I dare to ask, I am the magistrate of Luo County."
The old man's attitude was obviously more kind.
"That's right."
Luo Yong said with cupped hands.
"It's getting so late, but there is something going on in the Ming Dynasty."
At this time, people did not call officials "lords".
The head of a county like Luo Yong was often called "Ming Dynasty".
"It's not a big deal.
It's just that spring planting is approaching.
I have free time today, so I came to see you."
Luo Yong said with a smile.
While they were talking, people from several small courtyards nearby also came out one after another, and everyone stood not far away and watched.
"It's hard for Mingfu to still care about us.
This house is simple and shabby.
I hope Mingfu won't dislike it and come and sit in the house."
"That's why I'm bothering you."
Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin followed the old man into the main room of this small courtyard.
Other tenant farmers also gathered in this courtyard.
Some followed him into the house, while others stood outside and watched.
The house was also very simple, with a yellow mud kang and a few colorless old clothes and tattered mattresses.
There were two children sleeping on the kang.
When Luo Yong and the others entered, the child's mother hurriedly He called them up and took them to the next room.
Luo Yong and the others sat on the kang and began to talk.
At first, Luo Yong, the parent official, cared about the lives of the tenant farmers and whether they had any difficulties.
Then he asked them about their farming plans for this year.
The old man said that they had always grown some corn and wheat here, and this year a government-run tofu workshop opened in the city, so they also planned to grow some beans.
"I heard people say that the yield of corn is very high, why don't you grow corn?"
Luo Yong asked. "" As soon as he said those words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little different.
"The corn seeds are so expensive, how can I afford them?"
someone outside the door said loudly.
"That's it."
Luo Yong nodded and said, "I will send someone to buy some corn seeds and bring them to the government office tomorrow.
If you want to plant corn, just go to the government office tomorrow and borrow them.
You can pay it back to the government during the autumn harvest.
You can pay back as much as you borrow without any interest. " "This is true."
When the tenant farmers heard this, they were excited, but some couldn't believe it.
They have long heard that corn is a very high-yield crop.
In the past, the sage also sent people to their Changle County to deliver seeds.
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However, the seeds sent were all used by the family members and relatives of the officials in the county and a few wealthy gentry in the county.
Households have been divided, so where can they get their turn?
Until now, the price of corn here is still very expensive, mainly because there are Hu businessmen buying corn seeds locally.
Although the imperial court has clearly stipulated that corn, eucommia gum and other goods cannot be exported, but with current interests, those merchants are not willing to give up such a good opportunity to make money.
Although smuggling does have certain risks, merchants of this era, especially those who walk on silk Many of the Hu merchants on the road were originally speculators and explorers.
"Luo always means what he says, you can trust me," Luo Yong said.
“Thank you Mingfu” "Thank you, Magistrate Luo" "Then we will go borrow seeds from you tomorrow."
"You can come over tomorrow after noon, or the day after tomorrow."
When the corn seeds were mentioned, the atmosphere in the small courtyard suddenly became more lively.
In the past, people in the city had always said that the new Luo County magistrate was good here and there, and they generally believed it.
After all, everyone had heard of the name Luo Sanlang from Lishi.
However, in the past, when the county magistrate and others were still there, they treated most of the local gentry, wealthy households and foreign merchants very well, and they were not too bad to the people in the city, but they treated them, the tenant farmers, who People's attitudes will become extremely fierce and tough.
Originally, the people who could be forcibly arranged to become sharecroppers here were the most rootless and most vulnerable group of people in the county.
The newly arrived Luo County Magistrate is a rare and good magistrate to those in the city, but what about them, the tenant farmers?
Just then Luo Yong said again: "As for the land rent, it will be charged at the rate of three measures of grain per mu of land from now on, including wheat, corn, and corn.
All other miscellaneous fees will be abolished and will no longer be charged."
"There is still some time before spring plowing.
If anyone in your family wants to work in the tofu factory, go there early tomorrow morning and I will have someone make arrangements with you."
It just so happens that the business at the tofu shop is getting better and better in the past few days.
The tofu produced every day is not enough to sell, and we have to add more people anyway.
It is better to give priority to these tenant farmers.
Although it was the former county magistrate and others who forcibly leased land to these people, as the current governor of Changle County, Luo Yong felt that he had an obligation to make some compensation to these people.
Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin only sat here with them for a short time.
After everything was said and it was getting late, they bid farewell to the tenant farmers and got up to go back to the city.
Before leaving, he also told them to ask Qiao Junlin if they went to the city to borrow seeds tomorrow or to work in a tofu workshop, and he would make arrangements then.
After the two of them were out of sight, the people in the courtyard swarmed into the house.
"Weng Rao, you see what Magistrate Luo said is true."
Everyone asked the old man for his opinion.
"Since he said it, he means it," Na Rao Weng said.
Everyone was overjoyed.
They only received three buckets of grain per mu of land, and all other miscellaneous expenses were waived.
They were also allowed to borrow grain seeds without paying interest, and they were also arranged to work in tofu workshops.
They were dozens of tenant farmers.
Such a good thing has happened to me "It's better to be the Magistrate of Luo County."
"Although Magistrate Tan is also a good person, he can't defeat those people."
"This time, as soon as the Luo County Magistrate comes, all those people will run away." "" "Go back to bed early.
We'll go to the tofu workshop early tomorrow morning.
When the government buys the seeds, we can borrow them again."
Rao Weng stopped everyone talking.
If he continued to say this, he felt a little sorry for Magistrate Tan.
After all, he was the one who helped them in difficult times.
Although it was just a little food and dried meat, but in those bad times In the new year, those things are also life-saving rations.
After everyone dispersed, this small village soon fell into silence again, but if you listened closely, you could hear the whispers of the tenant farmers from almost every household.
It's such a big event tonight, and everyone is so excited at this time, how can they fall asleep so quickly.
In Rao's courtyard, Rao Dalang did not go back to his room to sleep at this time.
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Instead, he stayed at Aye's side.
The father and son sat on the kang and talked.
"Aye, let's live a better life in the future."
"It should be."
"It's just that how long can this Luo County Magistrate stay with us?
If he leaves, he may be replaced by someone else.
I heard that in other places, there are officials who are worse than the previous county magistrate and others."
"Just live these few years well, what else do you want to do?"
"" At the same time, in Chang'an City.
That night, Ma Feiyang drank outside with several friends he had made recently until almost midnight.
Then, accompanied by his servants, he returned to his guest house.
"Aye, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Ma Jiulang entered his guest house with drunken eyes and saw his Aye sitting in the hall on the first floor.
"You come with me to the back room, I want to tell you something."
His father said. "" Ma Feiyang touched his nose and thought that he was going to be punished again.
After all, he followed his father to the small hall at the back.
As soon as the two of them sat down, Ma Feiyang heard his father say to him: "Early tomorrow morning, you go out to Shiro's place.
I have prepared everything for you."
"What, what's wrong?"
Ma Feiyang was dumbfounded.
Could it be because he has been a little ridiculous recently, and I can't stand it, so he will be sent to the frontier.
"After dinner, someone from the Luo family came and sent me a letter.
You should also read it."
Father Ma said, taking out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve.
Ma Feiyang's mind was like a blur at this time, and his vision was not very clear.
He looked at an oil lamp on the kang table, and it took him a long time to read through the letter, but he still didn't understand it.
"What would he do with too much tea?"
"Isn't it written above?
Luo Sanlang wants to develop Changle County into a tea distribution center in the northwest."
Seeing as the boy was going on a long trip tomorrow, Father Ma was extra patient tonight.
If he had come back so drunk on a normal day, it would have been impossible not to get scolded.
"Then how to develop?"
Ma Feiyang sat cross-legged on the kang, hunched over and tilting his head, looking puzzled.
Drinking tea is not something that people in the Central Plains are particular about.
How can the people from the foreign countries know about tea?
I have never heard of those people having the habit of drinking tea.
I am afraid that no one will buy it at all, and there will be a distribution center, tsk.
"He wants so much right now.
What if he can't sell it?"
Ma Jiulang said worriedly.
"How do I know?"
His father's patience finally ran out at this time: "Since he wants to buy it, just go and get it from him.
You can go out early tomorrow morning.
Don't waste time."
"Here."
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Ma Feiyang responded, while cursing in his heart.
Why are you buying so much tea for the coffin board?
This thing is not like gold, silver and copper coins.
If you can't sell it for a while, it will be bad in the long run.
Thousands of miles away, Luo Yong: In my entire life, I have never worried about preservation.
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