On the outskirts of Bianliang City, the lights are brightly lit, and small tents are glowing with candlelight in the forest.

Yang Lin returned to Yi with the species in his arms, looked at the bright starry sky for a while, and told her a few short stories about future generations. A group of orioles gathered around them, and they were all very interested.

There was no words for the whole night, but the next day everyone packed up and marched back to Zhaodefang.

Yang Lin stayed behind and prepared to auction the land. A crowd of gentry, officials and people gathered early.

For people in this era, land is the most precious wealth and an heirloom.

Selling off one's land is considered a great act of unfilial piety, which is also known as selling one's land.

Now that large tracts of fertile land are to be auctioned in a regular manner, how can there not be many people coming?

Many ordinary people who are interested but lack the strength can only watch helplessly from the outside.

Yang Lin had already asked people to do the accounting, and bought a large piece of it in the name of Yun Niang, and then set it aside and no longer participated in the auction.

The Long Live Battalion set up a lottery platform and maintained order at the scene. Among them were many Bianliang nobles, who came with red eyes and money to buy their own land.

Qin Qingqing was left behind, dressed in men's clothing. After helping Yang Lin wash up, Lu Qian and Lu Wangcai followed him to the stage.

Pressing his hands to signal everyone present to be silent, Yang Lin coughed lightly and said: "Everyone, Bianliang City has a population of one million, and it consumes an astonishing amount of food every day. Every time there is a natural disaster, there is a danger of food shortages. During the Song Dynasty, we

suffered deeply from it.

What's ridiculous is that around Bianliang, there are large areas of fertile farmland that are deserted. It's simply ridiculous.

I won’t go into detail on this matter, as they have all received punishments and will be working full-time to auction their properties today.”

Everyone is gearing up and preparing to buy more. After all, all auctions are for the highest bidder.

Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said: "Today's auction is different from the past. Everyone present can come forward to participate in our drawing of lots. Those who catch the lot will have the opportunity to purchase land. If they cannot pay, they will be deemed to have given up. This quota is not allowed to be transferred.

Moreover, each acre of land is only sold for three hundred cents, and there will be no increase in price!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd. This was a naked concession to benefit the people. All the people present cheered, but the dignitaries were a little cold-faced.

In this way, they lost their advantage and all the people could participate.

When the Song Dynasty was founded, the price of dry land in Kaifeng Prefecture was an average of 300 cash per mu, but that was already in the old lunar calendar.

In the eighth year of Jiayou's reign, Wu Chong, the transshipment envoy to the west of Beijing, ordered Jiyuan to repair the canals built by Wen Zao in the Tang Dynasty, which turned a large amount of local land from dry land into paddy fields, and rice was replanted. The price of the land immediately rose: "Xiang Shi's mu is worth a hundred dollars."

For the rest, if you only have a few two thousand coins today, you can see how thick or thin they are."

Originally, the value of each mu of dry land was only more than 100 yuan, but since then it has increased to nearly 2 yuan, an increase of about 20 times!

Yang Lin also worried a lot in order to return the cultivated land to the hands of farmers. Only they would farm the fields sincerely and provide Bianliang with food produced nearby.

If it really falls into the hands of those powerful people, they have many means to fight against the imperial court, and at worst they will build a house.

The auction lasted for half a month. Anyway, it was not the spring plowing season, so there was plenty of time for the people to come and draw lots.

The Bianliang Chamber of Commerce, founded by Yang Lin, strongly supported the auction and provided materials and manpower for drawing lots.

This unprecedented large-scale auction in the suburbs of Bianliang is nothing compared to Cai Jing's New Deal.

However, this is already the biggest political matter that Yang Lin can accomplish. He completed it independently and formulated the regulations.

This is already the right of the prime minister. The official positions of Kaifeng Fuyi, Sansi and Shaozai can all be called prime ministers, but it is not Cai Jing's Zuo Pushe who is the chief prime minister.

Today, Yang Lin has become another young prime minister besides Wang Fu.

Wang Fu was promoted to eight levels in a row, relying on the hidden minister Liang Shicheng, faster than Yang Lin, a close minister of the emperor who was born in the first place.

Sometimes, the real history is so absurd that it cannot be written in a script.

News of the auction spread like wildfire, spreading to every corner of Bianliang. Nearby towns came one after another with notes indicating how many acres they wanted, and within three days they were all gone.

The next step is to take the note, pay the money on the spot to buy the land, and receive the title deed.

In order to prevent private buying and selling of notes, they are not allowed to go out. Once the note is taken out and returned to, it will become invalid.

Most of the people came with enough money, and some of them really had no money and just came to try to get lucky, so they were kicked out and tried again.

Yang Lin walked between the fields with a smile, looking at the lively scene, he nodded secretly.

The only thing I can do is to ensure that people can buy farmland to the greatest extent possible.

The Song Dynasty concentrated the power of the whole country to support Bianliang, which concentrated the power of the court and increased the burden on this great city of Bianliang.

Every time there is a food shortage, it is a crisis that affects the country. The unhealthy trend of not cultivating the land in Kaifeng Prefecture must be curbed.

As I was walking, suddenly a group of people in front of me gathered around a table selling land, and there were faint shouts and curses.

Yang Lin walked over quickly and pushed aside the crowd, only to see several officials scolding a girl inside.

There were two lines of clear tears on the girl's face, and she was holding a piece of paper in her hand, but she just refused to let go.

Yang Lin took a look and saw that it was that girl again, and thought to himself that it seemed that he and her were actually somewhat destined.

Lu Qian just wanted to step forward to ask, but he grabbed him and stepped forward in person: "What's going on?"

When the official saw Shao Zai approaching, he quickly came out from behind the table and said: "Young Zai, this person was given ten acres, but only four acres of money came out. According to the rules set by Shao Zai, she should be beaten out. Look,

Now that she is a weak girl, the little people will try to persuade her a few words."

The girl was so embarrassed that when she saw Yang Lin, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground. She twisted the skirt around her waist with her hands, and big tears kept falling.

Her great-grandfather worked hard and left a meager income, but his children were well-raised. Who knew that later her parents fell ill, spent all their savings, and owed a huge amount of foreign debt.

Today, I finally got a chance, and God blessed me with some land. But I was short of money, so I begged her to go back and borrow some, but the official refused.

As soon as Yang Lin reached out his hand, Lu Wang behind him immediately understood what he meant, untied the money bag and handed it over.

Lu Wang's money bag is bulging. Although he spends a lot, his salary is not low.

Yang Lin counted half of them and said with a smile: "This girl has some friendship with me. I will advance the payment to her first and you can apply for the land deed for her."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving only the peasant girl's back, causing her to burst into tears and take a peek.

As soon as Yang Lin left, the attitude of the officials immediately improved. They gathered around her and laughed and said: "What did this girl say? You know Shaozai, why didn't you tell me earlier? This is not a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. This villain is...
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