"Since there is an injustice, we must seek justice for the people!" Zhu Yiyuan said to Jiang Qi: "I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to supervise it, and I still have some things to deal with."

Zhu Yiyuan turned around and left. He did have too many things, but the most important thing is that it is enough to have a clerk as an example.

Jiang Qi has been in Zibo for 20 or 30 years, and he is enough to handle these things clearly, and Zhu Yiyuan can still avoid a little embarrassment after he left.

Look, when the chief clerk Yang Bang was killed, people told Jiang Qi about giving gifts. What kind of good thing do you think you are?

Jiang Qi gritted his teeth, "I will naturally apologize to Dusi for my affairs, but you are about to die, kill me!"

With the words "killing", the chief clerk, clerk, six-room clerk, treasury, and tax collector of Zichuan County were all killed by Jiang Qi... In addition to them, there were more than a dozen gentry who took the lead in surrendering to the Qing court, and their crimes were so great that they were all beheaded.

The blood stained the crossroads red, and finally the wealthy merchants who colluded with the Qing court were also pulled out, until finally, a businessman named Pu Pan came over.

At this time, the people present stood up and argued for him.

I have dealt with so many people and seen the people who stand up to accuse me, but have not seen so many people come out to plead with me. This Pu Pan is really interesting.

It turned out that he was a wealthy businessman in Zibo City. He had a lot of wealth in his early years, but he did not have a child until he was forty. He didn't know which god he asked, so he decided to spend all his wealth and help the people.

Therefore, for several years, the Pu family never stopped placing porridge and sent cotton coats every winter. Not only the people of Zibo, but also the refugees from other places also benefited him.

And the magical thing is that he really gave birth to a son for himself and gave birth to four in one go. His third son, named Pu Songling, is six years old this year. If nothing unexpected happens, he will write a collection of novels that have been famous for later generations: "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

After killing the Pu family, Jiang Qi had to stop and quickly report to Zhu Yiyuan.

When he arrived, everyone was there. After hearing him, Zhu Yiyuan nodded with a smile, "We are not killing innocent people indiscriminately. A businessman like the Pu family not only cannot kill, but also needs to find ways to make friends with them and do business."

After Zhu Yiyuan finished speaking, he asked Jiang Qi to sit down again.

"Mr. Jiang is here, so I will listen to our discussions and see what to do next."

Jiang Qi was not qualified in the past. This was because he had done a good job and his status improved. He was still a little relieved.

As soon as he sat down, Zhu Yiyuan's uncle Ye Tinglan said, "Big nephew, look at the fact that the eradication of corrupt officials will win the hearts of the people, and the people will applaud. We took the opportunity to open warehouses and release grains and win the hearts of the people. Zichuan County is ours. There is another piece of land belonging to the Ming Dynasty in Shandong. It is really a happy event and worth celebrating."

Zhu Yiyuan was not very happy when he heard his uncle's words. Instead, he said, "What do you think about it? Do you think so too?"

Liu Bao said: "Young Master Zhu, can you still spit out the flesh that reaches your mouth?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Tan Qi said, "Just Master Zhu just said that we should base ourselves in the countryside. Have you forgotten?"

Liu Bao was stunned and said helplessly: "I, I haven't forgotten it, but Qingshiji is so small and can't be used. Where is the best place for Zichuan County?"

Zhu Yiyuan was not surprised when he heard his words, and it could even be said to be expected.

"I asked everyone to come here just to take the opportunity to discuss a question: what are the advantages and disadvantages between the county and the countryside?"

Ye Tinglan took the lead and said, "My nephew, the countryside is far away from the hustle and bustle, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the birds are singing and fragrant flowers are a good place to live in seclusion. But when it comes to conquering the world, it is impossible to live without the city. Like Emperor Gaozu of Han, it occupied Bashu, and Emperor Hongwu also occupied Jinling, which achieved great achievements. Although Zibo County is a little smaller, it is always much stronger than Qingshiji."

Zhu Yiyuan smiled indifferently, "Indeed, the county town has a solid wall that can resist the enemy. There are many people and supplies in the city. All walks of life, including craftsmen, are far better than the countryside. However, there are thousands of benefits in the city, and one of the most deadly things is that the city is here, and it cannot be moved or run away. Once the Qing army besieged us and trapped us in the city, there is only one way to die and cannot escape. No matter how strong the city is, there will be a day when it falls. If you guard the city to death, you will sit and wait for death."

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath. This made sense. The Qing army was too strong at the moment. They trapped the lonely city. Except for the city being broken and defeated and the entire army was wiped out, there would be no second result.

Ye Tinglan frowned and said, "I said my eldest nephew, it's not okay to defend the city, but it's not in the city. Where can we go? Are we going to the village? I'm bluntly speaking, the Qingshiji now cannot withstand the attack of the Qing army. It's far worse than Zichuan County, and can last longer."

Zhu Yiyuan still smiled unabated and said calmly: "Uncle, a bluestone market cannot be used, but what will happen if the bluestone market is combined with Dazhuang Village, Pujia Village, Yuanshan Village, dozens, hundreds of villages are connected together?"

Ye Tinglan still didn't think it clearly, so she simply said, "Big nephew, just say it straight, don't guess riddles."

Zhu Yiyuan said seriously: "Everyone says that the county town is good, but where does the labor force come from? Where does the grain come from? Where does the cloth come from? Where does the firewood come from? It's not that it fell from the sky, right?"

Facing the question, Mr. Tan Qi suddenly thought of something, and he whispered: "Everyone comes from the countryside, Mr. Zhu, I understand. This is why you said you should base yourself in the countryside that day?"

Master Qi couldn't help but rub his hands and sighed: "Originally, the young master only said that we could get food for soldiers. Now it seems that it is indeed a wonderful strategy to cut off the food of the Qing court. Prince Gao Ming."

Ye Tinglan still frowned, "Although this is a good word, as far as I know, the situation in each village is different. It is probably more difficult to connect these villages than climbing the sky."

At this time, Mr. Zhu suddenly said quietly: "It is a matter of rising up in Shandong and rebelling under the eyes of the Tartars... You, as an uncle, should you use your brain more and solve the difficulties. Don't always do this or that, either, I don't like to listen."

Ye Tinglan's face was so hot that she couldn't help but lower her head.

Zhu Yiyuan laughed generously, "If you discuss things, you must dare to speak. Indeed, it is very difficult to unite the villages. Therefore, we must adapt to the people's conditions and solve the common problems of the people. This time, we occupied Zichuan County, got the fish scale book and yellow book of the past years, and copied many wealthy gentry, got the land they had, and happened to return to the countryside, distribute the land to the people, and gain the support of the villagers, and gain the first foothold."

Mr. Pang Qing grabbed his beard and suddenly said, "This is what the young master said that day. Is it necessary to inherit Juntian's proposal of the King of Chuang?"

Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said, "Old Pang, what do you think?"

Pang Qing laughed, "Don't look at me almost sixty, I can still fight to the ground."

Zhu Yiyuan nodded repeatedly, "Indeed, land is the lifeblood. We not only give the land to the people, but also abolish the taxes and money that the people have accumulated over the years, and the various messy and complicated taxes. In short, we must make every person live."

Mr. Pang thought for a while, clapped his hands and smiled, "Young Master Zhu, if you can do this, the old man thinks that we may really overthrow the Qing court."

Dad Zhu was happy, "Since that's the case, then move quickly."

Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said, "Don't be busy for now. The fields must be divided, and we can't let go of people... I have seen it. There are many refugees in Zichuan County. I immediately posted a notice to tell everyone that anyone who is willing to follow us can be divided into a piece of land. If the family migrates, they can also get a piece of homestead and settle down."

Everyone nodded, "Let's go and do it now."

When the notice was posted, not long after, thousands of refugees gathered. They were useless without covering their clothes and eating, and nothing was used.

No one knows which will come first tomorrow or death.

"As long as we give us the fields and let us live, we are not afraid even if we go to the sword mountain and the oil pan."

Chapter completed!