Zhao Yan didn't think so much before, but now he realized how terrifying it was to pay 300 taels of silver for one person who died in battle. He couldn't stand it if his family was poor.

However, only about 200 people found the body, and the other 100 people should have not returned yet. The next day, Zhao Yan waited on the spot for a while, and thirty or forty people came back one after another, while the others were indecisive.

Missing!

Zhao Yan couldn't care so much. He sent people to search around the surrounding area. After not finding a few people, he lost patience. He asked someone to pull the bandit leader and the captured backbone and chopped them up in front of the group of prisoners.

Zhao Quan meant to hand over the bandit leader to the new governor and then take a position in the army. Zhao Yan felt that the timing was not right and did not agree. The bandit leader wasted food, so it would be better to cut it directly.

As for the other prisoners, they all received food and were in a relatively stable mood at the moment, but the bandits just wanted to eat in one bite!

But they were still quite nervous about how Zhao Yan dealt with them, especially when they saw Zhang Duke Guo’s bloody head.

"Today, killing this thief has nothing to do with others. I don't care what you have done before or what your identity was. From now on, you will be my servants of the Zhao family. My Zhao family will send you seeds and grain to farm, so that you can live a peaceful life. If anyone dares to follow the thief again, he will be killed without mercy." Zhao Yan shouted in a rough voice.

"For my Zhao family, if you perform well within three years, you can get rid of your slave family and share 30 acres of land with one household." Zhao Quan then announced the disposal policy.

The captured bandits suddenly became noisy and talked about each other.

Be a slave?

Many people did not resist. For them, they could just have a bite of food. But the real temptation was that they could get rid of slaves in three years and be distributed to fifty acres of land.

Zhao Quan sneered that in three years, one of them could perform poorly and suppress them. The Zhao family did not have so many land products to share. However, anyone can draw big cakes, and they don’t need any technical surname.

He had previously recruited 3,000 refugees, but now he captured more than 4,000 people. Together, there were more than 7,000 people. The Zhao family's land was about this number. Could it be that each person was planted one land and one acre? Thinking of the land needed by these refugees, Zhao Quan felt his scalp tingling.

Those hungry people were half happy and half sad when they received news that they would resettle their production.

After announcing the disposal method, Zhao Yan immediately ordered the camp to set off. The convoy had reached Zhaoyuan and could get home as long as he traveled another day.

The huge convoy passed by, and everyone was surprised. Why did the caravan have so many people, and many of them were refugees?

Driven by the slow ox cart, I finally rushed back to Zhaojia Village before dark.

Zhaojia Village had received a quick horse return, and hot meals were ready at this time. Zhang and Yuan'er were already standing at the entrance of the village to greet them.

Seeing the convoy appear, Zhang happily waved to Zhao Yan in the car. Zhao Yan rode his horse and ran to Zhang faster, then turned over and dismounted.

"Mom, the child is back." Zhao Yan said affectionately, Xibei Goods naturally have to be more affectionate.

"Yan'er! Why did you lose weight like this for more than half a month when you go out?" Zhang looked at Zhao Yan for a long time and said unhappily. Zhao Yan smiled awkwardly.

"Madam, it's windy outside, so let's go back to the house soon!" Yuan'er said from the side, looking at Zhao Yan a little shyly.

"Yeah! Go in!" Zhang nodded and pulled Zhao Yan into the fort. As for the convoy, the hot meals were also ready. Zhao Quan knew how to cook, so he didn't have to worry about it.

It took ten days to go home, and with the previous itinerary, it took me half a month to lie down.

After Zhang asked about Zhao Yan's journey, Zhao Yan said it lightly, but scared Zhang to the point of blessing of the Bodhisattva. Yuan'er listened to the beautiful eyes and looked at Zhao Yan with some confusion. When Zhao Yan looked at him, her head shyly lowered.

Zhao Quan brought a large group of people into the fort. The Zhao family began to distribute the hot food. Zhao Quan was busy until midnight before he settled down.

Zhao Yan took a hot shower and went to bed early, and he was exhausted all the way.

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There were more things happening the next day, and Zhao Yandai and Zhao Quan immediately devoted themselves to various tasks.

More than 7,000 refugees need to be resettled, and the money must be distributed to the families of the fallen people. The means of production must be prepared, and there are a lot of major and trivial matters.

Zhao Yandun was nervous, and the only one who could use it was Zhao Quan, the old servant. In the past, there were several shopkeepers in the Zhao family, but they all died among the chaos.

First, the people among the refugees were divided into labor and the craftsmen were separated. What made Zhao Yan happy was that more than a dozen blacksmiths were found among the refugees.

After asking, I found out that they were craftsmen in the army and escaped during the rebellion. There were also a few blacksmiths from the people who didn't know how to build weapons.

Zhao Yan quickly assigned them to the blacksmith shop and transferred dozens of young and strong men to expand the blacksmith shop. The Zhou blacksmith in the village was originally Zhao Yan's cheap man who found Zhao Yan to build weapons, and he was also a craftsman in the army, so Zhao Yan promoted Zhou blacksmith to foreman.

The 20,000 kilograms of iron material I brought back this time is enough for a while. Farm tools can be bought everywhere, but weapons cannot be bought.

So Zhao Yan asked the blacksmith shop to start building a spear. Zhao Yan's request was that the gun rod should be as long as four meters long. Zhou Blacksmith discussed with several other blacksmiths and designed a gun head weighing four taels and two cents.

The cost of long spears is very low, almost one of the lowest-cost weapons. Zhao Yan first asked them to build two thousand, and as for those blacksmiths who could not build weapons, they asked them to build agricultural tools.

Blacksmiths are very important, so Zhao Yan and other blacksmiths recruit more apprentices, bring out a blacksmith who can make farm tools to reward one tael of silver, and a blacksmith who can make weapons to reward three taels of silver. There will be additional rewards to reach a certain amount.

The wages of blacksmiths are divided into five grades. The most apprenticeship is one or two taels a month. If you can make general farm tools, you will be promoted to the fourth grade. If you can make weapons, you will be promoted to the third grade. If you can make weapons in four grades a month, you will be promoted to the second grade. If you can propose to improve the production process, you will be promoted to the first grade. If you can make production processes, you will be rewarded with silver according to the importance of the improved process.

As soon as Zhao Yan promulgated the regulations, the morale of the blacksmiths was greatly boosted. The craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty were low like slaves. Many times they couldn't even eat enough food. Shangguan embezzled the materials and had to pay for them themselves. Life was simply worse than pigs and dogs.

However, there is obviously no need to worry about those problems here. The salary is not only generous, but also food and accommodation. As long as you work hard, you can live a good life.

Isn’t what these blacksmiths are asking for?

For a time, Zhaojia Village was regarded as a paradise, and he was full of energy to build weapons and farm tools. At the same time, he worked hard to learn ironworking skills and strived to advance to the first-class blacksmith.

Zhao Yan and Zhao Quan began to discuss how to resettle that large number of refugees. The land of the Zhao family must be insufficient, so they can only look at the wastelands.

But many wastelands have mastered objects. The land in the late Ming Dynasty was highly concentrated and had reached an unprecedented level in previous dynasties.

"Anyway, the surrounding wastelands are all ours. Let's circle the land first. Then build villages around the wastelands, and plant crops directly when spring begins." Zhao Yan touched his chin and said, knocking on the table, "Uncle Quan, please send someone to contact those landlords first. If you are willing to sell, buy them, and one acre is priced at two taels of silver! If you don't sell, you will take it directly."

"Then they..." Zhao Quan was sweating profusely.

"If you don't agree, just fight. Anyway, we have people, so it depends on whether they agree or not." Zhao Yan sneered vigorously, "It is the best thing to not fight. If possible, rent a mu of land with two buckets of grain!"

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Chapter completed!