The government's job field is located in the suburbs of the city. After walking a short walk after leaving the city gate, you can see the small village where the tenants live, several low yellow mud courtyards, and several trees with all sizes and leaves falling out.

Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin got closer just now, and then they heard a barking dog. Then someone walked out of the house and stood in the yard surrounded by a fence and looked around.

"Who is coming?" an old man asked, his voice was quite kind, but his attitude was a bit alert.

"In the lower Luo Yong." Luo Yong replied.

"!" The lights quickly lit up in the house. Soon, another middle-aged man came out with a torch.

"I dare to ask, is it that Magistrate Luo?" The old man's attitude was obviously a little more kind.

"It's down." Luo Yong bowed.

"It's so late. Is there something wrong with the Ming Mansion?" At this time, people did not call officials as adults. The head of a county like Luo Yong was often called Ming Mansion.

"Nothing big is happening, but spring is coming, I have time today, so I will come to you to have a look." Luo Yong said with a smile.

While they were talking, people came out of several small courtyards next to them, and they all stood in a place not far or near to watch.

"It's hard for the Ming Mansion to remember us. This house is simple. I hope the Ming Mansion will not be disgusted. I will sit in the house and sit down."

"So, I'll bother you."

Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin followed the old man into the main hall of the courtyard. Other tenant farmers also gathered in the courtyard. Some followed them into the house, and some stood outside the house and watched.

The room was also very simple, with a yellow mud-paste earthen kang, a few old clothes and torn mattresses that were not visible in color. Two children were sleeping on the kang. When Luo Yong went in, the child's mother quickly called them up and took them to the next room.

Luo Yong sat on the kang and spoke. At the beginning, Luo Yong, the parent official, cared about the lives of these tenants and farmers, and whether there were any difficulties. Then he asked them about their farming plans this year.

The old man said that they always planted some corn and wheat. This year, an official tofu workshop was opened in the city, so they also planned to ask for a variety of beans.

"I heard that the corn yield is very high, why don't you grow corn?" Luo Yong asked.

"..." As soon as he said that, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little different.

"The corn seeds are so expensive, how can I afford them?" someone outside the door shouted.

"So that's the case." Luo Yong nodded and said, "I will condemn people to buy some corn seeds tomorrow and go to the Duke Mansion. If you intend to plant corn, you can go to the Duke Mansion to borrow tomorrow and the next day. You can return it to the Duke Mansion when the autumn harvest is over. You can repay as much as you borrow, no interest is required."

"This is true!" When the tenants heard this, they were excited and couldn't believe it.

They had long heard that corn crops were very high-yield. In the past, the saints sent people to their Changle County to deliver seeds. However, the seeds sent were all divided by the families and relatives of the officials in the county and several rich gentry in the county. How could it be their turn?

Until now, the price of corn here is still very expensive, mainly because Hu merchants have been purchasing corn seeds from their local area.

Although the court clearly stipulated that corn, Eucommia, rubber and other substances should not be detained, but at present, those merchants were willing to give up such a good opportunity to make money. Although there are certain risks in smuggling, many of the merchants of this era, especially those Hu merchants walking on the Silk Road, were originally speculators and explorers.

"Luo always counts when speaking, you can trust me as much as you want." Luo Yong said.

"Thank you, Mingfu!"

"Thank you, magistrate of County!"

"Then we will go to borrow seeds from you tomorrow?"

"It's okay to come after noon tomorrow or the next day."

When talking about this corn seed, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became much more lively.

I always heard people in the city say that this new Luo County Magistrate is good here and there, and they generally believe it. After all, everyone has heard of the name of Li Shi Luo Sanlang.

However, when the county magistrate and others were still there, they treated most of the local gentry and wealthy households and foreign merchants, and were not too bad for the people in the city, but when they treated them, the tenant farmers, their attitudes became extremely fierce and tough.

Originally, the people who were forcibly arranged to become tenant farmers were the most unfounded and most vulnerable to oppression in this county.

The new Luo County Magistrate is a rare good county magistrate for those city people, so what about them, tenant farmers?

I heard Luo Yong say again at this time:

"As for land rent, it will be collected in three dou of grain per acre of land, and wheat, corn, and other miscellaneous fees will be abolished and will not be collected."

"There are still some time left before spring plowing. If someone in your family wants to work in the tofu shop, I will leave early tomorrow morning and I will ask you to arrange it."

It just so happened that the business in the tofu shop has been getting better and better in the past few days. The tofu made every day is not enough to sell, and people have to be added at all times. It is better to give priority to these tenants.

Although the previous county magistrate and others who forcibly rented out land to these people were the county magistrates in front, as the current chief of Changle County, Luo Yong felt that he was obliged to make some compensation to these people.

Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin sat here for a short time, and they finished everything they should say, and it was too late. They said goodbye to these tenant farmers and stood up and went back to the city.

Before leaving, he also said that he would ask them to go to the city to borrow seeds tomorrow and the next day, whether they would go to the city to work in the tofu workshop, and they would make arrangements for them.

When the two of them left and could no longer see them, the people in the yard rushed into the house.

"Uncle Rao, look at the words of County Magistrate Luo, but take it seriously." Everyone asked the old man's opinion.

"Since he said it, he will take it seriously." Rao Weng said.

Everyone was overjoyed. They only collected three dou of grain per mu of land, and all the other miscellaneous expenses were exempted. They were borrowed grain and did not pay interest. They could also arrange for them to work in the tofu workshop. When did these tenants encounter such a good thing?

"It's better this County Magistrate Luo."

"Although County Magistrate Tan is also a good person, he can't beat those people."

"This time when the magistrate of Luo County came, all the people ran away."

“…”

"We'll go back to bed early. We'll go to the tofu workshop early tomorrow morning. When we buy seeds from the Duke Mansion, we'll borrow them."

Mr. Rao stopped everyone from talking. If he continued to say this, he would feel a little sorry for Magistrate Tan. No matter what, the people who funded them in difficult times were just some jerky food, but in those bad years, those things were life-saving food.

Everyone dispersed, and the small village soon fell into silence again, but if they were closer, almost every household could hear the tenant farmers whispering.

It was such a big deal tonight, and everyone was excited at this time, so how could they sleep so quickly?

At the Rao family's yard, Rao Dalang did not go back to his house to sleep at this time, but stayed on his side, and the father and son sat on the kang and spoke.

"Aye, will we have a better life in the future?"

"It should be."

"But how long can this County Magistrate Luo stay here? If he leaves, he may have to come here again. I heard that there are officials who are even more evil than the previous County Magistrate and others in other places..."

"After the past few years, you want to do so much..."

“…”

At the same time, in Chang'an City.

That night, Ma Feiyang drank with several friends he had made recently outside, and drank until almost midnight. Then, accompanied by his servant, he returned to his guesthouse.

"Aye, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Ma Jiulang entered his guesthouse with drunken eyes and saw his Aye sitting in the hall on the first floor.

"You go to the back room with me and have something to say to you," said his father.

"..." Ma Feiyang touched his nose, thinking to himself that he was going to be scolded again, but he should follow him to the small hall behind him.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Ma Feiyang heard his son say to him: "Tomorrow morning, you will go out to Silang's place. I will prepare everything for you."

"What, what's wrong?" Ma Feiyang was stunned. Could it be that he was really ridiculous recently and that he couldn't stand it anymore. He was going to be sent to the frontier?

"At that time, someone from the Luo family came. I sent me a letter. You can take a look, too." Ma's father said, taking out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve.

Ma Feiyang's mind was as muddy as before, and his vision was not very clear. He looked at an oil lamp on the kang table and it took him a long time to read the letter, but he didn't understand it.

"Tea? What does he want so much tea to make?"

"Didn't it be written above? Luo Sanlang wants to operate Changle County into a tea distribution center in the northwest."

In view of the fact that this kid is going to go far tomorrow, Ma's father seemed particularly patient tonight. If he had changed his usual routine, he would come back so drunk and not be scolded.

"How to develop?" Ma Feiyang sat cross-legged on the head of the kang, with his back hunched and his head tilted, looking confused.

Drinking tea is not the priority of people in the Central Plains? People in Fanbian know how to understand tea, and they have never heard of those people having the habit of drinking tea. At that time, I am afraid that no one will buy it, and there will be a distribution center.

"He has to get so much at once. What if he can't sell it then?" Ma Jiulang said worriedly.

"How did I know?" His little patience was finally used up at this time: "Since he wants to buy it, you can get it with him. You will go out tomorrow morning, don't be too late."

"Here." Ma Feiyang responded, while complaining in his heart.

The coffin board is fine and you can buy so much tea for it. This thing is not like gold, silver and copper coins. If you can't sell it for a while, it will be bad after a long time...
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