midnight.

The gates of Jinling City are still wide open.

Refugees gathered from all directions, and there were dedicated officers and soldiers at the city gate to guide them to see a doctor and receive food.

Not only is it enthusiastic, but it also doesn’t cost money.

The refugees who had confirmed the rumors began to discuss what they had seen on the road while drinking hot brown rice porridge.

"I came from the north. I heard that the second prince and the eighth prince are coming to replace the prince. I don't know how long I can have this food and medicine?"

"I came from Chu County. His Royal Highness was patrolling with the prisoners of Xi Chu at night. I wonder where the second and eighth princes are enjoying themselves?"

"I came here yesterday. I heard that the second prince was beaten and is recuperating in the palace. The eighth prince... seems to be sick."

Hearing this, several refugees looked at each other.

Refugees from different cities had the same wish in their hearts.

I hope the second prince will not wake up from his serious injury, and the eighth prince will be too ill to get out of bed.

Don't block His Highness the Prince's way of caring for common people like them.

"Alas! It's not easy for Your Highness the Crown Prince. Queen Mo left early. If you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather. It's not easy for you to become the crown prince and you want to do good things, but you always end up in trouble."

"Queen Mo and the Crown Prince are thinking about us common people... We just eat and drink for free, and it seems we can't bear to do anything to them."

Everyone fell silent.

They do have a passion for repayment.

But there is no chance to show it.

"We arrived too late. The groups of people who came early were all recruited by the court to farm."

"I came here just after hearing what my fellow villagers said. Those rich and powerful families usually charge 80% of the rent for their cultivated land, but His Highness the Crown Prince only charges 50%."

"It's a pity that all the cultivated land has been divided by the 20,000 people who came first, and we can't leave anything behind."

As soon as these words came out.

Some outsiders who took advantage of the changes in order after the war to look for good opportunities all had the idea of ​​returning home after having enough food and drink.

They stayed for a short period of time to get enough food and clothing from His Highness the Prince's pension. When the regime changed, they would not even have food to eat and could only work as slaves.

Either he would be beaten and scolded by the powerful for days until he died, or he would be treated like an ox and a horse. It would be even more uncomfortable then than it is now.

People holding empty bowls wrapped themselves in thin, patched clothes that were still leaking, and looked at the huge Jinling City.

The world is so big that we don’t know where their true shelter is.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, we'll see what we can do in the city tomorrow morning."

"I wonder if His Highness the Crown Prince still collects the excrement?"

"The people in Jingzhao Mansion say they will keep collecting it, but His Royal Highness has decided where to pull the next batch of manure. Maybe it will be determined tomorrow, and we can go pick the manure and exchange it for food rations."

With good wishes for tomorrow.

Refugees were huddled together in small groups, sleeping in the same clothes and keeping each other warm.

In the dream, they were walking on the streets of Jinling wearing decent clothes and hawking along the streets.

After returning home, they walked around their own fields, weeded and watered the fields, and looked at the harvested rice fields. Tears and saliva flowed to the land they longed for.

Clang clang clang!

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on them, the deafening sound of gongs and drums woke them up from their sweet dreams.

Yesterday was the beginning of summer, and the morning breeze this morning already carried a warm feeling.

"Wake up! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order! Anyone who does not have farmland in their name, whether they are locals in Jinling or outsiders, as long as they plan to stay in Jinling forever, should go to the Xicheng Gate Tower to register!"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order..."

The officers and soldiers read it three times in a row.

Even those with hard of hearing can clearly hear the content.

"What is your Majesty going to do?"

"Who knows, anyway, nothing bad will happen. Let's go and join in the fun."

Several refugees who were still discussing yesterday about picking up excrement this morning looked at each other and saw the eager anticipation in each other's eyes.

Some smart people immediately recognized the key word in the prince's order - cultivated land!

"His Royal Highness, the eldest son, first distributed food and then medicine. He won't give us farmland again this time, right?"

"Are you awake or are you confused? The prince of a powerful family can only rent the land to us, and let us only pay 50% of the rent. I guess he will be scolded by the powerful people and even give him farmland?"

"The cultivated land in Jinling City is passed down from our ancestors to the powerful, the royal family, and the rich peasants. They all have owners. If you wait for His Highness the Crown Prince to distribute it, you might as well grab it yourself faster."

Everyone expressed doubts.

But his body still turned over honestly and stood up, rushing towards the west of the city.

outside the city.

Zhang Junlin, who had been walking all night, was filling his mouth with brown rice porridge.

Due to the low yield and poor quality, brown rice can be eaten whole without scratching your teeth.

The grains of rice are only half of what he realizes.

"Grain harvest is the most important issue that a country should pay attention to no matter when or where it is."

All he can do now is increase farmland.

Once the South Vietnam is in our hands, we can comprehensively improve our farming methods.

Zhang Junlin saw the crowds of people in the doorway, cleaned the rice grains in the pottery bowl, wiped his mouth, and waited for those who had registered to come over.

"Your Highness, do you want to use the help of these refugees to open up wasteland and increase the cultivated land in Jinling?"

Shi Lei asked insinuatingly.

"Yes, otherwise being idle is just idleness. If you only eat and don't work, you will be prone to overthinking and overthinking, which will only increase disputes."

Zhang Junlin's answer made Shi Lei a little disappointed.

Prince Zhang had behaved freely and freely before, which almost made him forget that this was a member of the royal family who had learned the art of imperial control since childhood.

After releasing food, distributing medicine, and winning over people's hearts, the next step is to increase political achievements.

South Vietnam's national power was weak and it was impossible to expand its territory.

Prince Zhang took over the military defense of Jinling, and it was impossible to increase the military strength in a short time. Only by using "benevolent government" to attract foreign refugees to open up farmland could the benefits be maximized.

He knew the truth, but he could take advantage of people's hearts... Shi Lei felt that Prince Zhang's tall image suddenly collapsed a lot.

"Master, Lin Zhanshi, good morning."

Zhang Junlin smiled and greeted the two people who came on horseback.

But Dong You and Lin Goudan, who had dark circles under their eyes, couldn't laugh at all.

Because next, they will work with His Highness the Crown Prince to do a major event that will go down in history.

Once done, they can be included on the first page of the family tree.

If it is invalidated, the family tree will be removed, and if you die, your bones may be dug up and ashes thrown away by future generations.

"Your Highness...really don't want to think about it again?"

South Vietnam has a short history of founding the country and has no reference value.

But looking at other countries, none of them have challenged the land allocation system that has been passed down for thousands of years like His Highness.

"What are you considering? I haven't lost anyone's interests, and I have also increased taxes on South Vietnam. Even if the emperor knows about it, he still has to say hello."

Zhang Junlin has no intention of directly fast-forwarding the distribution of farmland to the point where farmland is distributed to each household.

History has limitations.

His current strength is also very weak.

Not to mention he was the prince of the country, even the biggest overlord emperor dared to give all the cultivated land to the people, offending the royal family, the powerful and the rich peasants all at once.

I'm afraid that as soon as he finished dividing the land today, he will be quartered tomorrow.

"What His Highness said is absolutely true. I just feel that it is inappropriate to open up wasteland at this time of year."

in other words.
Chapter completed!