Perhaps, in the minds of many people today, the landlords in ancient times were Huang Shiren, Nan Batian, Zhou Papi and the like, who wore dog skin plasters on their heads, held big smoking poles in their hands, yelled and drank, and bullied men and women!

But in fact, there are very few real landlords!

For example, Xiao Han, who is also a big landowner in Sanyuan County, or Cheng Yaojin and others, are all landowners who own thousands of hectares of fertile land.

But will they bully their own tenants? No way?!

Because doing this is really a shame!

And not only will they not bully their tenants, they will not allow others to bully their own tenants! Anyone who dares to do this will be regarded as a provocation to them, who are against them. This is not just a few words or a few punches.

I can uncover the little things in the past.

Apart from big landowners like them, some small landowners treat tenants as if they were their own family.

For no reason, just because you treat the tenants badly, next year they will go to another landlord's house to farm and work, while you guard such a large piece of land, just stare at it!

So in summary, the landlords of this era are really hard for the people to hate. Coupled with the rule of "not going to the countryside under emperor's orders", the common people can't see Master Qingtian at all. All the orders from the court and officials,

Regulations are all obtained from landlords and village chiefs.

And in the middle, you don't have to think about it to know that for their own interests, these landlords and village chiefs will definitely bring in countless private goods, allowing the common people to transfer all their dissatisfaction and resentment to something invisible and intangible.

On the government.

That night, the leader lost sleep, and it wasn't because he was planning his escape.

But for the first time in his life, he began to seriously think about everything he saw and heard.

In the next two days, he followed the Ningcheng disaster relief team and traveled throughout the surrounding areas. He used all his personal experiences to prove the authenticity of the middle-aged man's words.

It turns out that not all officials are bad! And not all landlords are good!

What a great thing it would be if there were no landlords in this world and everyone had land and could have enough food and clothing.

Just as he was walking through the last village near Ningcheng, the leader looked back at the dilapidated mountain village, and suddenly a grand oath that many officials and wise men had never had came into his mind!

It was also driven by this strong idea that after returning to Ningcheng, the gang leader resolutely tore open his clothes, dipped his fingers in blood, wrote a blood letter, and asked the guards who were in charge of them to submit the blood letter to Ningcheng.

The biggest official here, Xiao Han!

"Ahem, brother, why did you write that letter?" The middle-aged man beside him looked at his boss strangely and asked carefully.

"That's my wish, brother, although it's a bit ridiculous..." The leader exhaled a filthy breath and said slowly.

"Oh..." The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly said with a sad face, "How many wishes do you have? Can you write it with your own blood instead of my blood next time?"

"Nonsense! Of course not! Brother, I'm bleeding, don't you know?"

"You're bleeding? You're bleeding and you're still writing a book in blood?"
Chapter completed!