"Sir, my second brother is in the river. Can I go and join him?" Qiu Liu from Ronghe County, Hezhong Prefecture asked. It was also a question for many people. The person behind him stretched his neck and wanted to listen to the official's statement.

Pan Shaowei sighed in his heart. This question was always the same, and said in a deep voice: "Not that's not impossible," Qiu Er showed joy on his face. Before he could thank him, he heard him say again, "According to the law, relatives of the three tribes are not allowed to give land in the same county, and they are more than 300 miles apart. Should you go to join relatives and be a tenant for the rest of your life, or set up your own business, you must think clearly."

"This," Qiu Liu's face suddenly turned red, and he muttered, "How could there be such rules that we have to separate our brothers."

Pan Shaowei's face turned cold and said coldly: "Rareless, this is the law of the Zhuguo Mansion. If you are not convinced, go to the civil guardian to appeal. If you make a noise in the court, follow the Prime Minister's Mansion's order and whip it five times, and then send people back to the Song State."

He was just as good as Yan Yue, and when he showed his power, the farmers realized that the official officer was in front of him, and they couldn't help but look at each other. Those who had planned to go to join relatives were now frowning and were calculating about gains and losses. Since sooner or later, it would be better to divide the score early that night, and take advantage of the youth and strength to make more progress.

Zhao Xingde listened carefully to the previous answer. This rule seemed incredible, but in fact it was exactly the same as the cruel officials of the Western Han Dynasty suppressed the powerful, and even more thoroughly. The eldest son's inheritance system forced the second sons of the family to leave home to make a living, and the land was 300 miles away. In the territory of Xia, dozens of families lived in large families and hundreds of people would definitely be gone. Even the second son of the hereditary nobles, most of them went far away to set up their own homes.

"In the Han Dynasty, more than 300 families of Jinan clans were appointed as the prefect of Jinan. Emperor Jing appointed Zhidu as the prefect of Jinan. After that, the clan destroyed the main evil of the clans, and the rest were all thunderous." Li Ruoxue seemed to be in the same mind as Zhao Xingde, and frowned and whispered, "In the Guangping period, the rich and cunning county were connected to more than 1,000 families. The big ones came to the clan, and the small ones died. The whole family was in danger of bleeding for more than ten miles. After 12 months, there was no sound in the county, and no thieves dared to go at night, and there were no dogs barking in the wild."

This discrete father and son brother decree made Li Ruoxue seem to see the kind-faced Pan Shaowei, and the ghosts of cruel officials such as Zhidu and Zhang Tang were vaguely standing in "Records of the Grand Historian". He behaved well, always said that he would be a ruler, ban evil, act decisively and cruelly, and be loyal to his duties. Many of the officials in the Prime Minister's Office were proud of this. The officials from all over the country formed many academic societies to study rule of law, and regarded Shang Yang and Han Feizi as their ancestor.

Zhao Xingde heard the meaning of her words, sighed slightly, and said slowly: "It is like the fear of summer, which is called Zhao Dun; it is like the lovely winter, which is called Zhao Shuai." Li Ruoxue heard the string song and knew that Zhao Xingde implied that this decree was like the scorching sun in summer, which was too strict, which made people more afraid than Huaide. If they could compromise a little, they might be like the winter sun, which was warm without realizing its cruelty.

The two of them were playing a puzzle here, and they thought they could not understand anything next to them. But they came up and said, "Good, good, the donor said this is great good. I have a fate with my Buddha."

A monk wearing a black robe and wearing a straw shoe turned around and clasped his hands together and said, "I am a monk who explained the truth and met two donors." He begged for alms along the door and heard that a group of people from Guandong arrived at the resettlement site. Even the Shanren family didn't care about keeping him for vegetarian food. The various sects in Guanzhong competed for believers very fiercely. If they were one step late, they would be taken first by other sects such as Zoroastrianism, Nestorianism, and Taoism.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep voice came from behind him: "There are good and evil in the hearts, and it is like the world divided into light and darkness. It cannot be covered in everything. Sometimes the demon temptation encourages people to be inferior, lazy, and cowardly. Sometimes the demon temptation encourages people to be in need of people's desires and ambitions. To restrain the temptation of the demon, enter the kingdom of heaven through the final judgment, one must convert to light, justice and truth, and believe in the good god of light and the great Ahura Mazda." Ran Bi, a priest from the Zoroastrianism, walked out from behind Shi Wenxin, and he discovered Zhao Xingde and Li Ruoxue from the group of farmers at a glance. These two seem to be scholars. They persuaded to enter the religion to be a believer who is good and good, which is equivalent to ten illiterate believers in expanding the influence of this religion.

Zhao Xingde was tired of Fang La of the Ming Cult. He was thinking of refusing to say that he would refuse, but he felt that his sleeve was pulled. When he looked back, an old god with fairy spirit stood in front of him and slowly said, "This fellow Taoist has immortal roots, which are extraordinary. As long as you enter our Taoist sect, build foundations, and form elixirs, it is not a problem. If the opportunity is right, you can practice to the home and the earthly realm of the earthly realm, and ascend to the sun." Zhou Ziyang saw that Zhao Xingde was unmoved, and changed his tone, "There are many magical powers in Taoism, and he can write spirits and divination, and turn stones into gold." He looked at Li Ruoxue and came to Zhao Xingde's ear and said, "Even the art of the room is far better than the other party."

Even though Zhao Xingde did not look sideways, he felt that Li Ruoxue was so embarrassed that his neck turned red from his ears. He hurriedly bowed to the three priests who saved all living beings: "Sorry, I read the poems and books of sages in the late years, and only cultivate the aura of greatness and respect the ghosts and gods to stay away from them." As soon as this was said, the three of them changed their faces, because starting from Liang Zuoqiu, the Confucian master in the founding dynasty, had been knocking against the sects for more than a hundred years, which was a sentence that was an anger. The three of them became embarrassed and bowed to Zhao Xingde, turned around to persuade other people who fled to the sects.

Zhao Xingde smiled awkwardly at Li Ruoxue, and Li Ruoxue lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. At this time, a farmer came over next to him, "Those who pretend to be a god are cheating people for money, but the warm kang is the most realistic." He had a medium figure and looked up at Zhao Xingde and smiled: "My name is Bao Qizhang." He sighed and said, "If there is any money, I will let my wife come with Xia Guo. Now I have to stay in Guanzhong first to earn enough money for the two of them."

A man next to him called Guo Hong, "Bao Qizhang, don't daydream. I heard from the official that 30% of the income will be taken away by the military master, so how can I save any money?" Bao Qizhang said: "As long as I want to plant a field, it's okay to suck 30% of the land. My hometown rent is half the rent. The boss will give 46% of the rent, even if you give 46% of the rent, if you break the law, your military master will also whip it. You don't have to pass the county magistrate within ten times." Bao Qizhang said: "Can the rich family's dog legs, the scoundrels on the street, and the officials in the yamen have to pass the county magistrate? Even if you go to the county magistrate, the fight will be merciless."

Guo Hong looked sad, and for a moment, sighed and said, "Oh, who said it was not." Not long ago, because he had no money and food to support his excess children, his sister-in-law strangled the newborn baby girl and fell seriously ill the next day. Guo Hong was embarrassed to stay at his brother's house to chew food, so he asked someone to leave a word and broke into Hexi.

Zhao Xingde could tell that Bao Qizhang was an optimistic person. No matter how Guo Hong attacked him, he could find positive aspects to make him believe that there was hope in front of him. In the end, Guo Hong was silent.

However, the fact that the soldiers had the right to punish the Yinhu made Zhao Xingde hesitate. If he met a reckless man, would he have to watch Li Ruoxue be whipped? He turned to look at Li Ruoxue. There was also a hint of worry in Li Ruoxue's eyes. Soldiers can be killed or humiliated. Zhao Lang is a man who stands tall and upright, so how can he be humiliated for no reason?

Zhao Xingde pondered for a moment, walked slowly to Fu Zhiren, who had met once, and bowed, "Fu Xunli, what's the matter below?"

Fu Zhiren was sorting out the file and raised his head and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Xingde was a little embarrassed and whispered: "This ten-whip punishment is really a bit insulting. Is there any way to not be governed by the soldiers?"

Fu Zhiren was stunned. Those who usually crossed the river from the iron rope were farmers, and they were used to being bullied by gentry and clerks in Kanto. They were not as weak as scholars, and those who complained more were paid 30% of the year. However, later, they found that they would not bear other tax levies, and the burden was much lighter than that of Kanto, so they became happy.
Chapter completed!