The water splashed by the married daughter! Cao Hongjie didn't turn his elbows at Cao Cao, and sat next to Wang Hou. The chief of the Dong County was shouting in anger.

"Wang San! Prepare the horse, I want to go back to Xudu in person and find the Prime Minister to ask for a cow!"

This prodigal wife is really not in vain. If she is so poor that she can't eat her meal, she will run back and cry, make a fuss, and make trouble, which is not a solution. But now she can't use it now. When she pulls the impulsive sleeves, Wang Hou is swaying her head lazily.

"Don't be anxious first, after all, the Prime Minister didn't give anything."

"What are you giving me? A piece of paper! How can I open up the land without a cow?"

"Isn't this a policy?"

Swaying the light letter paper, Wang Hou stood up with a smile. Isn’t Li Yunlong the Commander Li like this? The policy has been relaxed. After a year, there are machine guns and mortars, and the soldiers have also put on the 38th block! His limit is much lower than Li Yunlong’s lower limit. Li Yunlong cannot exploit the common people. He can! As the local emperor of Dongjun, Wang Hou doesn’t believe that he will not be full in a year.

"But the land reclamation requires cattle and food, and there is nothing. How to clear the land?"

Cao Hongjie was still swaying his face, and his distressed fist pressed against his temple. Wang Hou shook his head again.

"Besides, we have no grain, we are piled up in the warehouse with 100,000 stones!"

"Have you come from one hundred thousand stones..., wait! You won't have the idea of ​​buying that batch of food!"

She rolled her eyes disdainfully, and was about to say that Wang Hou was bragging, but the next second, she was unbelievable with her big watery eyes, glaring at Wang Hou in shock like she was looking at the big fool.

Which batch of grain? Liu Yan left behind a hundred thousand stone of military rations!

This is not only the food for the soldiers and food from the six counties of Puyang, but also the food for the elite soldiers of Yu Jin and Xudu who were stationed in Yanjin. These require support for the military cost of the Dongjun front for at least one year! As the saying goes, before the troops move, the food and grass take the lead. Wang Hou’s idea of ​​making this batch of food is simply a matter of hanging the old birthday star!

However, the prefect of Dongjun was still Wang Hou.

On that afternoon, the gates of Puyang City were clattering and the gongs of the county and state soldiers sounded. Four Taiyuan Wang clans followed Wang Hou to Dongjun to carry Zhang Da to cause trouble, and shouted at the top of their voices like the two yuan shops in later generations.

"The Duke has an order, because the world is unstable, the household registration of Dongjun is corrupt and the taxes collapse! The Duke decided to rebuild the household registration of Dongjun. From now on, no matter whether the local residents and refugees in the county outside the county, all families with more than five can receive 200 mu of Yongye land. Within three years, 4 taxes will be made, 200 mu of silk will be collected. Within three years, 30 days of labor, 200 mu of silk will be paid for the land. After three years, the land will be returned to the head of the household. One ten mu of silk will be paid for 100 mu of silk, and 15 days of labor. The other five people will go to the family of ten and receive one stone of wheat! More than ten people will have two stones of wheat!”

This government order is like a thunderclap in spring. It was originally huddled in the ruins of the city, with a hungry face and a thin body. Puyang City farmers who were digging wild vegetables, catching mice and even gnawing on the bark were as excited as flies that smelled blood. They burst out from the ruins and low houses where they lived, and crowded towards the prefect's mansion.

Not to mention giving Yongye land 200 acres, I don’t know how many people have registered their household registration in the city. Although the five people only have one hundred and twenty kilograms of wheat per stone, they lasted until the autumn harvest of 150 days, and each person only has a few taels of grain per day, it is better than starving to death!

At noon that day, the prefect's mansion was busy as a dog! Ten scholars from the Wang family from Taiyuan each set a table, picked up their pens and moved ink and quickly entered their new household registration. There were too many people coming, and they were all busy and sweating profusely. Now they are thanking Wang Hou for the improved simplified Chinese characters and brush and paper. The workload, if they had been carved with bamboo slips before, would they have vomited blood.

However, this good governance is still mixed with some of Wang Hou's cleverness.

"Official! Lao I am the patriarch of the Zhang family of Sawano. Lao I have a total of 127 entries. Please become a citizen. Can you divide our eternal field into Sawano?"

"Then the official cannot guarantee it! The Duke is measuring the land outside the city again, wherever he is divided! It will probably take half a month to divide it into Nozawa. Why don't you go out first and wait?"

These days, there is still a huge gap between scholars and common people. They are full of arrogance. Wang Jie, a young scholar who followed Wang Hou, hummed impatiently. The thin old man who bent down and bowed and shivered sadly. Wait for half a month? What if the food is finished? He quickly bent down and waved his hands again.

"Official! The whole clan obeys the distribution. If you say you can divide it, just divide it there!"

"Sure, hand over the people and enter the name characteristics one by one. After recording, you can go to the backyard to receive two stones of food. Remember, don't make noise, don't go forward without placing it, otherwise I will beat you all out!"

Before he went out at the first time, the old man screamed in shock: "Official, the old man has more than 120 people from all over the clan, only two stones of food, which is not enough to plow the spring plow!"

"Are you blind? You didn't listen to the orders preached by Lord Wang Xuan at the door. A family of five and a family of ten will only have two stones. Then you bargain and beat you out!"

"Sir, wait for a moment, and the old man Rong will discuss with his tribe members!"

He was so scared that he was sweating all over his forehead, but he couldn't accept it. The old man still trembled out. Wang Hou seemed to have given instructions on this, and Wang Jie waved his hand indifferently.

It is said that the peasant is cunning. In less than ten minutes, the old man Sawano came back tremblingly again, but this time he brought in a dozen or so dry men with taxes of 40 to 60.

"Sir, we are the eleventh family of Sawano. Please enter our new household registration for you!"

With such two stones of grain, a large family was broken into eleven families, and it was one village after another. When I left the house, Old Man Zhang and the relatives of each house were all frowning. Although the tribe members were cheering with the grain, more than a dozen tribe elders were frowning, especially Old Man Zhang, who sighed while leaning on a crutch.

"What should I do? The entrance of the ancestor was distributed to others in Sawano, and the rooms were separated. How to sacrifice in the future! How can I go to the ground to meet my ancestors when I die!"

"Old man Zhang, you're good. More than 500 tribes of the Li family in our Gao Village were divided into more than 40 households, and the farthest ones were all assigned to white horses! It's even harder to gather together to worship!"

Before Old Man Zhang could finish sighing, the other end had just come out of the prefect's mansion. Old Man Li, who was carrying the food, shook his head and sighed and patted his shoulder.

In the past, the two clan villages were connected together. During the spring plowing, they often fought for water sources or for the field clans. Both sides even killed each other's tribe members. They usually wanted to strangle each other to death, but now they are getting sick and pity for each other.

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In fact, it is not difficult to manage the local area, and Wang Hou did not copy any advanced system like the people's watch conference in the later generations. It is the equal-land system and renting system in the Wei, Jin, Sui and Tang dynasties. As long as local order is restored, local production is restored, but it is also difficult to resume production. Now the world is chaotic and heroes are in the separatist world. Even Cao Cao can only do his best to collect grain and maintain the army. Those who take out military rations to feed the people and re-encourage production are still the number one.

More than 600 years ago, when Shang Yang was reforming, he encountered the problem of clan joint struggle in Qin. One year, 10,000 or 20,000 people died in the joint struggle, even more casualties than sending troops to attack Wei. Shang Yang adopted the harsh law of punishment and beheaded all the old and strong clan clans who dared to fight, and killed tens of thousands of people, which shocked the clans. But on this side, Wang Hou solved the problem with two stones of grain! One big clan was cut in the east and one piece, and you and I have you. Two villages fought for water sources? The opposite side was either your second uncle or your third aunt, can you still fight?

Another problem, the source of the field is actually not as difficult as imagined.

During the reign of Emperor He of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Puyang, which was located in the central plain with flat terrain and fertile land, had a population of 370,000 and more than 80,000 households. However, after the Yellow Turban Rebellion and the cruel battle between Cao Cao and Lu Bu, even the refugees outside the city and local people rushed into the city in the past few days, there were only 13,400 households and more than 50,000 households.

Now it is not that there are many people and few lands, but that there are vast lands. You can easily pull it off, and Wang Hou along the Yellow River actually found that he had hundreds of thousands of acres of barren land for distribution. Just the Tian family in Puyang, which was killed by Cao Cao, Zhang family vacated 270,000 acres of land.

After all, it was Mr. Cao who beat the local tyrants, Wang Hou shared the land and started the revolution in the late Han Dynasty!

Outside the city, Wang Hou started his old business again. He found a high place on the edge of the deserted fields at the entrance of the village to draw. His disciples and young people used the ropes used for measurement to remeasure each acre of land and divide the field boundaries. Finally, they summarized it to Wang Hou. He drew out the general topographic map, and then he drew out the field grid in several equal parts, recorded the data, and drew a piece of field book.

Time is tight and the task is heavy! Just after drawing a village on this side, Wang Chongge immediately entered the city and brought the Puyang commoners who had re-registered, divided the fields on the spot. Wang Hou even allowed them to dismantle the collapsed and dilapidated houses and building materials in the city, and transported them to build the village outside the city on site. With such a busy work, several natural villages could stand again on the north bank of the Yellow River in the afternoon!

"What a scenery!"

He is definitely the best man in the people. After working for two days, Wang Hou was tired and his hands and neck were cramped. He couldn't help but swaying slightly. During this skill, a soft little hand was intimately pinching him to Dazhui. The kneading force was just right, and Wang Hou almost didn't scream.

But it’s not Cao Hongjie. This carefree tomboy is not so careful. The owner of the little hand is Lu Ji!

I don’t know how she and Cao Hongjie negotiated, but she also came out these days and stayed with Wang Hou quietly.

However, acquiescing her to come does not mean not being jealous! Seeing Wang Hou squint her eyes comfortably, Cao Hongjie was so angry that his cheeks were bulging and humming sourly.

"The village has been built now, but after the autumn army has passed, it has been burned out again. Besides, even if the fields are divided and there are no cattle, how can we carry out spring plowing?"

"Are you awesome?".

When talking about this, Wang Houzhi opened his eyes, but there was no worry on his face. Instead, he looked at the north with malicious intentions.
Chapter completed!