The private brew in the countryside was light and tasteless. Du Zhongxiao was drinking casually, listening to Bao Zheng talk about the changes since the land reclamation.

Until now, the Yingtianfu has not produced any grain here, and it relies entirely on the transferred grain and money to live. Because it is distributed in time and has a higher standard of living than the local area, it is envied by many local people. In recent months, there have been even customers around who are greedy for the treatment of the Yingtianfu and bring their families to invest in the matter. Due to these matters, Du Zhongxiao has been complained by local wealthy people in the area to reclaim the land.

After taking over as the magistrate, Du Zhongxiao understood why the treatment given by the land in the past was not high. The treatment given by the high will attract local customers. The land of the main household with a lot of land cannot be rented out, which will affect local stability. He is the magistrate, and the county's governance depends on the support of those big households. In other words, because of the Ma Meng case recently, no one dared to come out to accuse Du Zhongxiao.

Bao Zheng said with emotion: "The magistrate is kind-hearted, and we ordinary people are fed and fed, who doesn't envy us? A few days ago, I heard that the newly opened village, where there are local owners who have no cattle and livestock, have sold their homeland and come to the farm to join the farm."

Du Zhongxiao was surprised: "There is such a thing? I have worked hard for several generations to save some land, so why are you willing to sell it?"

Baozheng said: "Why should I work so hard? The land price in this area is not high, and the average land only costs 500 cents per acre. If it is a low-class household, how much money can it be sold? Instead of guarding those land and renting cattle to cultivate every year, it is better to sell land to make some cash in the business of land."

Du Zhongxiao nodded, without saying a word, feeling a little bad. The land was to recruit household registration, not to destroy the agricultural ecology. If everyone came to the field to reclaim land and abandon the original land, he would be a ruthless person.

At this time, the conflict between people and land in the Central Plains was not prominent, which was not the state that he imagined that there were too many people and few land. Among agricultural production means, agricultural tools and plowing oxen accounted for a large proportion, while land accounted for a small proportion. The consequence was that renting oxen and plowing oxen was higher, while the price of arable land was relatively low. Generally, the land was 500 acre per mu, and good land was only worth the same. The land was provided by the land business, and the households paid according to the work, and their living standards had exceeded the local lower-class households. Once the customers and the lower-class households left, the main households with more fields could not hire people, and the land was abandoned and the land price dropped, and the situation would gradually deteriorate. If new fields could not be opened, the original mature fields would be deserted.

Raising his glass, Du Zhongxiao said, "It is a good thing to get better and better. Drink, drink."

Social transformation is a big project, and it is still too anxious. It is not good to not allow local residents to invest in such households according to household registration, which can easily lead to a separation of the land business from the local society. If it is not handled well, it will also lead to conflicts and conflicts.

After putting down the cup, Du Zhongxiao said to Baozheng: "I don't know if there are many craftsmen among the people who come. If there are master craftsmen, whether they are carpenters or blacksmiths, they will build some farms and make some farm tools, which will be easy to sell. With farm tools, they will sell some plowing oxen from Jingnan and sell them to everyone at a low price, which will save them from abandoning wasteland and rushing to do business."

Bao Zheng smiled and said, "Who doesn't know that craftsmanship is valuable? If you have good craftsmanship, which craftsman will come to do the field work?"

Du Zhongxiao nodded. It seemed that he had to find a way to do this. He had to suppress the price of farm tools, and then he had to find a way to sell some oxen from the south, and even officially established a ox farm to stabilize the market price. It would be better for the county to provide subsidies to stabilize the original agricultural pattern. Otherwise, the household registration here will increase and the household registration there will be less, and the merits and demerits will only look at the top, and things will be bad.

Thinking of this in my mind, Du Zhongxiao did not show it, but just drank with everyone with a smile. There is a ban on wine. In order to collect more alcohol taxes, the court rarely bought these rural farmers and drink them. They all brewed privately at home. They drank privately by themselves and did not sell them outside. The court couldn't help it. Especially in the capital, many famous wines were brewed by some princes and nobles.

After drinking for a while, several teenagers hugged the groom and the bride in a bridal chamber, making a fuss. Someone who hung up a string of firecrackers there and set them off. The firecrackers stopped and the surrounding children were still not satisfied. They took pieces of bamboo tubes and threw them into the bonfire to hear the burning sound.

Seeing Du Zhongxiao staring at the other side, Bao Zheng said embarrassedly: "The village is careful of poverty and only bought three firecrackers. One string was set up when welcoming the bride, and the other string was ordered when entering the village. This is the latest string-"

Du Zhongxiao smiled and said, "That's how the word firecrackers come from. It's the ancient style to hear the sound of burning bamboo."

Bao Zheng smiled awkwardly: "If you have money, who doesn't want to buy more?"

After working hard to reclaim the land for nearly a year, this is the first time Du Zhongxiao has experienced the life of the people under his rule in close proximity. Although it is not as rich and peaceful as a long time, this tranquility and peace are rare. Wealth is accumulated bit by bit. As long as you can have a rest of money, you will always have a day of becoming rich. Now they have a house to live, clothes and food to eat, and many people are already grateful.

The newcomer entered the bridal chamber, the old man returned home with his children, and only the young and middle-aged people were left by the bonfire, and Du Zhongxiao had a table here. It was not easy for the whole village to gather for such a banquet. They packed the leftovers on two or three tables, and a bunch of young and strong people gathered there to eat and drink. They were strong laborers, and they had to do the work in the village, so they should naturally enjoy these. Others left the venue, just to give them a chance.

Du Zhongxiao asked Baozheng Village in detail about how many wastelands have been opened, how much land has been planted, and how much grain has been prepared to harvest.

Baozheng said: "There are more than 30 households in our village. According to the number specified during the land reclamation, there should be fifty or sixty households, and the fields surrounded by the large ditches can be reclaimed. Now there are countless people, and they are all waiting to recruit their relatives and friends. The village is close to the west, and there is no land there. There are some ponds and some fish and shrimps to eat when they are idle. The grassland by the river will be raised in the future. In the south, some mulberry, jujube, chestnut, etc. will be planted in the south, and it will be easy to raise silkworms and weave brocades in the future, which is all money. Leave some vegetable fields in the east, and the rest are the same as in the north, which are good land."

Listening to Bao Zheng's description, Du Zhongxiao's mind was filled with cattle and sheep eating grass and harvesting rice, and he was a little fascinated. Even ordinary people actually wanted to farm and live a stable life, rather than how to be a landlord to exploit others. It was just whether it could be done, that was another matter. There were always idle people in the village who were eating, drinking, and gambling, and it was difficult to cut off, but it was just how to eliminate it.

Du Zhongxiao said: "We dig a large trenches to treat alkali, and at the same time we divide the land into large areas, naturally becoming a village. The father-in-law arranged it in an orderly manner. If he could really do it, it would be a paradise. It was just a hundred people, all kinds of things, and it was better to do things with all your heart."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "My family came first here. My two sons have a large population, so everyone is convinced by me. What can I say after a hundred years? We ordinary people can't see that far."

"It's okay, just follow my father-in-law and carve a monument at the entrance of the village and draw a picture on it. If you want to change it, just set the rules. I think this method is very good. Not only this village, but also the villages here in Yingtianwu can do this. The monument is well engraved, and the government will record it, and pass it on from generation to generation. Hundreds of years later, later generations saw these and knew how the predecessors developed it."
Chapter completed!