The arrival of grain has shocked the Qianhu Institute in Jiangdongmen. I don’t know how many years have passed. Every year, it is a torture for the military households in Qianhu Institute. Many of the military households here seem to have never had a full meal since they were born. Some of the military households were always worried when they looked at their yellow-skinned and thin-skinned children with wide eyes. They originally thought that this year would be the case, but they never expected that the Qianhu would give them such a big gift.

Twenty kilograms of white flour, ten kilograms of rice, half a kilogram of lard and half a kilogram of fine salt each person sounds like a myth, but now it has happened. Not only that, the Qianhu also gave each soldier a set of clothes (old three-color camouflage uniforms) and a pair of shoes (Liberation Shoes). Although this set of clothes and shoes look a bit weird, for the soldier who has not worn new clothes for many years, this is simply the best gift in the world.

That night, Yang Feng also hosted the officers of the Thousand House Office in the Thousand Houses house that already belonged to him.

The dish was made by Yang Feng who sent someone to buy a big fat pig and some chickens, ducks and fish from Nanjing. The wine was made by Yang Feng from modern society. This time the atmosphere in the house was much more lively than when he greeted Yang Feng a few days ago. The last time it was out of etiquette that everyone gathered to welcome Yang Feng. This time the officers were much more enthusiastic than the last time. At the beginning of the banquet, a group of people picked up the porcelain bowls in their hands and toasted Yang Feng together as if they had discussed in advance.

As the deputy Qianhu, Geng Bingyi said, "My Lord Qianhu, I wish you this first glass of wine! If there is more, I will not say anything. I wish you the best! I wish you the best and my brothers first!"

Seeing the officers lifting up the porcelain bowl that could hold half a pound and the white wine inside, Yang Feng's mouth twitched and nodded, "Okay, let's do it!"

"Damn!" The officers in the room raised their porcelain bowls and toasted, but the next second, all the faces changed immediately. Almost all the people in the room turned into the blushing Guan Gong.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Geng Bingyi, who felt as if he had swallowed a ball of fire in his throat, coughed constantly on the spot.

Looking at Geng Bingyi and Yang Feng, who looked red, laughed unscrupulously. He had seen the intention of these officers to play wheel battles in the name of toasts, so he did not remind the officers that the wine in their hands was not the bad wine they used to drink with water and the stinky water. This was Erguotou at a height of 50 degrees.

"Sir...this...this wine..."

"How is this wine is very strong." Yang Feng's smile seemed so hateful to Geng Bingyi, as if the fox who had succeeded in the conspiracy was grinning.

After a while, Geng Bingyi recovered and asked stammered: "Sir, what kind of wine is this? How could it be so strong? It's like a ball of fire burning in his chest."

Yang Feng smiled gloatingly and said, "How is it, isn't it? This is the strong liquor specially transported from overseas. Most people drink this kind of wine in small sips. You can drink it, just one bowl at a time, thinking that this is drinking the sour and unpleasant stinky water in the past."

This time, Yang Feng teased dozens of officers from the Thousand Household Institute, but they can't be angry yet. Who told them to be a hero?

After being teased, the officers also learned their lessons and no longer thought about seeking revenge on Yang Feng. They drank in small sips.

After a few sips, Yang Feng saw that everyone was slowly getting in shape, so he put down the porcelain bowl and said aloud: "Everyone, put down the wine glass in his hand and listen to me."

Hearing Yang Feng's words, everyone put down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands and looked at Yang Feng quietly.

"Everyone, I have also seen the current situation of our Thousand Households these days. If we use a sentence to describe it, it is that all the military households are not covered in their bodies and food and not filling their stomachs. Thousands of soldiers and their families live no differently than beggars!" At this point, Yang Feng's voice became louder, and the whole room was silent except him.

"Why is this happening? I think there are three reasons!" Yang Feng began to stretch out a finger and shouted: "First, because most of the land in our Thousand Households was annexed by the wealthy businessmen and powerful people nearby, and the remaining land was not enough to support the thousands of people in our Thousand Households. Second, the remaining land after being occupied by the powerful people was occupied by the people we were doing, so that the military households had to become tenants and rely on farming for us to survive. Instead, we all became landlords who collected rent and gave loans."

Hearing this, many officers in the room felt their faces burning, because it was because of them that the military households had already had a hard time even more sad. However, some people also showed disapproval on their faces. This is how the Ming Dynasty has been through for hundreds of years. If they did not occupy these lands, would they let them go to work in the fields themselves?

Yang Feng, who saw everyone's faces, stretched out his third finger: "Third, that is because we are not successful. Who are we? We are military households and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, but look at yourself, who have ever fought wars and seen blood."

"Sir!" Chu Maoguang couldn't help but say, "We can't blame this. Our Qianhu is located in Nanjing. It has not been invaded by bandits or fought for hundreds of years. Where can we have the opportunity to see blood?"

"Excuse!" Yang Feng said without any face: "As far as I know, our Ming military discipline has long stipulated that the soldiers of the garrison station should practice once every ten days and once a month. Can you tell me when the last time our Qianhu Station was in the exercise?"

"Well……"

Everyone was silent. The last time the Qianhu Institute was in charge of the last exercise was just three years ago when people from the Ministry of War came to inspect.

Seeing the silent people, Yang Feng said coldly: "Why, aren't you talking anymore?"

"Sir!" Cao Yingyu, a hundred-household household, said bitterly: "I naturally know these things, but the soldiers can't even eat enough, so where can they get the strength to perform the exercises?"

"I know this too." Yang Feng's tone eased a little, "I know the problem you mentioned, so this time I plan to make changes to our Qianhu Institute, but this change will touch your interests, so I plan to tell you in advance."

Seeing Yang Feng's serious expression, everyone immediately realized that what Yang Feng said next was probably related to their personal interests, and they all stared at him with wide eyes.

Facing everyone's eyes, Yang Feng said slowly: "Next, I plan to take all the fields in your hands into thousand households and change them to collective farms!"

"boom……"

Yang Feng's words exploded in the house like a bomb, and everyone was shocked.
Chapter completed!