"Now that Zichuan is under the jurisdiction of our administrative committee, the previous systems and regulations have become invalid. Next, our Zichuan County Government will re-register all the land and population within the territory. All the acres of land owned by each family are still expected to be taken.
Come out of the yellow book, otherwise the county government will not recognize it and take it all back."
Wang Yuyin conveyed the first policy, which shocked everyone in Zichuan.
Although I thought that the people who came were rebels with ulterior motives, I did not expect that they would be so violent at first hand.
Land is the lifeblood of every family. If it is confiscated, it will definitely be a serious injury.
Now they are the only people left in Zichuan County.
Relying on the mountains, they built strongholds to defend themselves, and the Dongjiang rebels had no interest in their wilderness, so they survived.
But in the process of escaping, each family's land deeds will inevitably be lost or damaged.
When they think that the land in their hands is going to be reduced, these people can't sit still.
"This County Magistrate Wang..."
Wang Yuyin corrected him: "Please call me County Magistrate Wang."
His official position in the Ming Dynasty was higher than that of a county magistrate, but he was not happy with his job, was framed, and almost went to jail.
After returning to Shandong, he had to become a rebel because of his father's relationship.
But after understanding the administrative system here, Wang and Yin felt like a fish in water.
He was not dissatisfied at all when he was appointed magistrate of Zichuan County. And after learning about the administrative committee's plan for Zichuan, he believed that this place had great potential.
Shandong is an export-oriented economy, with exports and trade accounting for a large proportion.
Ceramics have always been one of China's top export products.
If things go well, Zichuan will be prosperous again.
Of course, the most important thing right now is to conquer these local wealthy families.
In the past, when serving as an official in the Ming Dynasty, these local wealthy families were a headache for every official.
Every household has so many connections between the government and the public, and there may be some great master behind it. The local officials have nothing to do and do nothing.
But things are different now.
Behind Wang Yuyin stood the new army. Under the guarantee of strong force, he understood that he could use more drastic methods.
"County Magistrate Wang, it is not easy for us, who are farmers and students, to support our family and run it for generations. How can your government commit robbery and destroy our family and clan? Where is your conscience?"
Song Yunxiao's angry accusation represents the voice of most people here.
Wang and Yin had done their homework, and the counterattack was both fast and accurate.
"It is said that Ji Huan Gong was known for his integrity when he was an official. When he was first appointed as the magistrate of Yanqing, he brought his own spinning wheel thousands of miles to the post. Why is it that now thousands of acres of fertile land in Songjiazhuang are all under Ji Huan Gong's name?"
The sharp questioning made Song Yunxiao speechless and speechless.
The rest of the people were even more trembling, as they suddenly realized that the new local governor seemed tough enough.
The red-faced one finished singing and shocked the scene. It was time for Xu Yingyuan, the white-faced one, to appear.
"Everyone, now that the Dongjiang rebels have fled westward, Zichuan has been restored, and the whole country is at peace. I think you will miss your hometown and worry about it every day. Why don't you go back to your hometown quickly, tidy up your home, and discuss the aftermath."
These words made everyone in Zichuan finally relax a lot.
In any case, the weather is freezing cold, and the elderly people can no longer bear the fear of staying in this mountain without having enough to eat or sleep.
Although their homes have been destroyed by Dongjiang Town, they are all wealthy people and it is not difficult to revive their family business.
Xu Yingyuan and Wang Yuyin said goodbye and left, but everyone in Zichuan was faced with a choice.
"Hey, it's really like driving away wolves through the front door and letting in tigers through the back door!"
Bi Ziyin's face was filled with sadness and confusion.
There are almost no ordinary people in the village, they are basically local wealthy families in Zichuan.
Ordinary people cannot afford to build such a strong stockade.
These people were either former officials in the government, had family members who were officials in the government, or were landowners.
The two policies conveyed by Xu Yingyuan and Wang Yuyin today made them feel the pain of scraping their bones with a steel knife.
There is no doubt that each family will lose a lot of land.
Because during the escape, some land deeds must have been lost.
As for the ceramics industry…
How can everyone not get involved in such a profitable thing?
For example, the Bi family, Wang family, Han family, An family, etc. each have several workshops.
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Each family has its own unique skills, which is how they make money.
Now someone is trying to squeeze in, and in their eyes, they won't hesitate to steal money.
"Just now I took a closer look and found that the army has at least a thousand people and is invincible."
Han Jun's tone was pessimistic.
This Duke once served as the censor of the capital, Youqian, and had an extraordinary status. But now he is idle at home, and he can only feel at a loss as he sees the countryside being plagued by disasters one after another.
"If you don't write to the imperial court quickly, explain the situation here, and ask the imperial court to send troops to quell the rebellion, then we can be in peace."
Han Jun's seventh uncle Han Qingyang made suggestions.
Bi Ziyin snorted: "How can the imperial court have troops to send now? Otherwise, how could the Dongjiang rebellion be allowed to continue to this day?"
Everyone was sad, sighing and sighing.
Seeing this, Wang Mengzhen knew that there was nothing he could do.
"Let's go down the mountain first, collect the family business quickly, and then plan the follow-up."
Only then did everyone remember that the house was still there. If they didn't hurry up and clean it up, it might be confiscated.
Seeing everyone disperse in a hurry, Wang Mengzhen was even more disappointed.
People's hearts are like this, I'm afraid that Zichuan...can't be saved.
In the afternoon of that day, Wang Mengzhen took his family back to Santaizhuang Mansion.
Looking around, you can see that the originally good home has been destroyed long ago, and there are ruins and broken walls everywhere. There are even dead bodies looming in the places where weeds are everywhere.
The whole Wang family burst into tears and started cleaning up together. It took them three full days to clean up the house.
We scraped together and picked up a few clean houses to live in.
Just when Wang Mengzhen was about to find other people to discuss how to deal with the new government, relatives came to visit.
"When my son-in-law heard that Zichuan had been restored, he was worried about Master Taishan's safety, so he came here at starry night. Now that he sees Master Taishan safe and sound, my wife feels at ease."
The visitor is Zhang Lianxing, Wang Mengzhen's son-in-law, and the third son of Zhang Xiao, the former Minister of War.
The person who came with Zhang Lianxing was Zhai Fengchong's nephew Zhai Yuanzuo.
Zhai Yuanzuo is also Zhang Xiao's son-in-law.
Zhai Fengchong's second daughter married Wang Mengzhen's third son Wang Fusheng, and Zhai Fengchong's niece married Wang Mengzhen's nephew Wang Qisheng.
Another niece married Zhang Xiao’s fifth son, Zhang Lianfang.
The three families of Wang, Zhai, and Zhang are in-laws who move around in circles.
Wang Mengzhen was equally happy to see his son-in-law coming and to know that his daughter was well.
"I heard that Yidu was defeated and even the Heng clan was wiped out. I thought you were in danger. In such a troubled world, people are really like grass and grass, and their fate is so miserable."
Zhang Lianxing came with a mission.
"Sir Taishan, Yidu has been stolen by the Nalaoshizi Administrative Committee, and they want to implement a new policy. Jiayan can't make up his mind, so he specially asked his son-in-law to come to you for advice."
Wang Mengzhen was startled.
"Even profit has been taken over by them?"
But he soon woke up.
Counties such as Zichuan have not been spared, let alone Qingzhou, where the government is located.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"
Wang Mengzhen decided to listen to Zhang Xiao's ideas.
After all, Zhang Xiao was once the Minister of the Ministry of War and an important minister of the imperial court. His knowledge must be better, and there may be something that others cannot see.
Unexpectedly, before Zhang Lianxing opened his mouth, Zhai Yuanzuo had something to say.
"From my nephew's point of view, this administrative committee has great plans, and its various measures are not without merit."
As soon as these words came out, Wang Mengzhen's expression changed suddenly.
Is this Zhai Yuanzuo’s idea?
Obviously not.
How could he, a junior like him, be allowed to comment on such important matters at will?
Since he said it, he represents what some people mean.