In Zhangye City, the Ganzhou Governor's Office quickly posted a notice stating that it wanted to clear the land of the racecourse and include the land that had been occupied by the people near the racecourse in the past dynasties within the scope of converting horses into mulberry trees.
As soon as this announcement came out, the officials in the governor's office showed their extraordinary mobilization ability.
In less than three days, a large area of land close to the racecourse was recognized by the government as belonging to the racecourse, and this time the horse was to be taken back by Sangli.
Yiheli near Shandan Racecourse.
The common people looked at their well-cultivated farmland, which the government said was land for horse racing. The ferocious government officials guarded the ridges of the fields, blocking the common people who wanted to take back their fields.
Zhang Hun, who was wearing official uniform, stood in front of the fields in Yiheli, pointed at the fields surrounded by government officials and said: "These fields originally belonged to the horse farm, and they were occupied and cultivated by you unscrupulous people. Now the government wants to take these fields."
Take it back, you are still making trouble here, are you trying to rebel?"
There were several sergeants standing beside Zhang Hun, and a cavalry stationed at the entrance of Yiheli village to support him. The people in Yiheli clenched their fists, but did not dare to rush forward.
One of the people roared: "These lands were passed down from our ancestors! These lands existed before the racecourse was built! My family's genealogy can prove it!"
Zhang Hun stared at the crowd and couldn't find the villager who made a sound.
He sneered: "Genealogy? Are there any genealogy in your place? Just your family tree, can it be compared with the government's land deed? I said these lands belong to the horse farm! They were occupied by you unruly people in the past, and the government will not
I’ve studied it thoroughly, but this time it’s time to turn it into mulberry. These fields must be taken back from public land, replanted with mulberry trees and then distributed!”
"How to divide?" someone in the crowd asked.
Zhang Hun smiled and said: "The land that was converted from horses to mulberry this time belongs to the government. This time the government is selling it as Yongye Field. Of course, the one with the highest price will get it!"
The highest bidder had to speak out, and the crowd rioted again.
The land in the Tang Dynasty was divided into grant land and yongye land.
When a man comes of age, he is granted land. After his death, the land is taken back. The land belongs to the government.
Yongye fields include land granted by the court due to meritorious service, land allocated by the court after becoming an official, and land granted by the government to Buddhist temples and Taoist temples. These acres are privately owned and can be passed down to descendants.
There are not many powerful families in Yihe, and all the people in Yihe have the surname Ma, so there are not many Yongye fields.
Everyone is from the same clan, and the village chief is an old man with high prestige in the village. He does things fairly. Yiheli has always been peaceful over the past few years.
However, Yiheli is close to Shandan Racecourse, which turned out to be a disaster. This time, Yiheli has less than half of the good paddy fields. The government said that it was encroaching on the land of the racecourse, and they also wanted to convert horses into mulberry along with Shandan Racecourse!
When they heard that their family's land was going to be sold, the people in Yiheli couldn't help but get excited.
However, the two government officials held sabers and fought forward. The people who were about to cause trouble seemed to have been poured cold water on them and did not dare to rush forward.
Zhang Hun sneered and said: "Changing the horse into a mulberry tree is a big deal that your Majesty has expressly decided to do! The Jiedushi Yamen issued an ultimatum on this matter, and the governor's office posted a notice. It is settled!"
"No matter how you unscrupulous people stop it, you will have to change the horses into mulberries! These fields are the land you invaded from the horse farm, and now you have to give them back!"
The people in Yihe clenched their fists, but how could these unarmed people fight against the government officials armed with weapons?
Not to mention that a group of cavalry is at the entrance of the village and can kill them at any time.
The head of the village stepped forward and said, "Zhanghu Cao! It's already May, and the green seedlings have just grown. Can you wait until this season's crops are harvested before making changes? If you make changes now, people will starve to death in autumn."
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I only saw green seedlings growing on these paddy fields, and it was really gratifying to see them green. The weather was good this year, and I thought it would be a good year.
The head of the village begged, saying that if the fields were harvested now, all the hard work from spring to now would be in vain.
Even if the remaining land has a good harvest, there are so many people in Yihe who need food rations and have to pay rent to the government, so they will definitely go hungry.
Zhang Hun sneered and said, "Wait until autumn? It's only May now. Do you want the governor to wait until autumn? Or do you go to the Jiedushi Mansion and talk to the commander-in-chief to see if you can extend the time until autumn?"
The head of the village looked at Zhang Hun desperately, and begged for mercy: "Can you let us cut the young crops?"
Green crops are grain and can be used as fodder. It looks like we won't be able to wait until autumn. If we can cut some green crops to feed the livestock, we can recover some losses.
"No, no, this land will be cleared today!"
At this time, the people in Yihe finally broke out. They broke through the obstruction of the government officials and rushed into the fields to stop the government officials who drew lines with white ash.
"Rebellion! The unruly people have rebelled!"
Zhang Hun looked at this scene angrily. He immediately picked up his whistle and blew the cavalry assembly whistle at the entrance of the village.
A group of cavalry rushed into the village, and Zhang Hun said to the leading brigade commander:
"Rebellion! These rogue people have rebelled. Commander Wu, drive these unruly people out of the fields quickly!"
The cavalry immediately rushed into the large farmland. Seeing the horses' hooves trampling the green seedlings, the people guarding the fields became even more furious. Regardless of their own lives, they rushed in front of the cavalry and tried to grab the reins of the horses.
One of the strongest men among them actually grabbed the reins of Brigadier Wu's war horse. With his natural strength, he actually stopped the horse's hooves.
Zhang Hun became even more angry, pointed at the strong man and said: "Get this unruly man down for me!"
The chief suddenly knelt down and shouted towards the field: "Sanlang, stop it!"
Then the chief of the village begged Zhang Hun for mercy: "This is Masanlang, the son of a dog. Please spare my life, Hu Cao! Please spare my life, Hu Cao!"
Zhang Hun kicked the chief over, pointed at Masanlang and said: "Masanlang is having an affair with Tibet, let me catch him!"
At this moment, the cavalrymen drew their blades. Although Masaburo was born with supernatural powers, he was no match for these elite cavalrymen and was immediately restrained.
Zhang Hun then ordered: "Step on all these young crops! This land belongs to the imperial court, and the imperial court can do with it whatever it wants!"
At the command, the war horses galloped among the green seedlings, and the originally green seedlings fell down one after another.
The people in Yiheli lay on the edge of the fields and cried bitterly, and the village chief even buried his head in the ground and kept weeping.
After feeling relieved, Zhang Hun ordered the soldiers to escort Masanlang back to Zhangye City.
Yihe was in a mess, leaving only the village full of crying people.
A group of four people walked into Yiheli. Seeing such a scene under the setting sun, Li Daoyuan sighed and said, "Sure enough, there is no lower limit for these officials."