Li Zicheng didn't have much time left for Zhu Cixuan.

The Eastern Palace Guards fought several victories and their morale was high into Ruzhou City. Although Li Zicheng's army advanced dozens of miles, the price they paid was a large number of casualties and increasingly low morale. If it weren't for the huge disparity between the two sides, Xiao Mo even wanted to counterattack in a game and expand the results.

During this time of life, Zhang Shiqi finished cleaning the land two days in advance. Except for a few wealthy families who proposed fewer land registrations, others said that "it's true" to the recent version.

Zhang Shiqi also received the appointment letter of "Henan Prefecture Prefecture" issued by Mingwen of the Donggong Palace and the temporarily cast copper seal. The reason for the Henan Prefecture is that in the administrative division of the Ming Dynasty, Luoyang is only a county and the location of the Henan Prefecture Prefecture. However, since the establishment of the Henan Province in the Yuan Dynasty, Henan has become the name of Henan Province. If it is called again, it is easy to cause misunderstandings. Therefore, it is called the name of the prefecture as a sub-government. Only when it is specifically written on paper will it be named "Henan Prefecture".

"Okay, the land maps of the thirteen counties in this prefecture are all drawn." Zhang Shiqi specially found a painter from Luoyang and drew a huge map of Henan Prefecture, indicating the mountains, forests, and waters. Then he submitted the clerk, and filled in the land conditions recognized by the powerful family one by one.

"Expand!" Zhang Shiqi's arm slowly opened, making people pull up this big map.

Hou Fangyu was surprised to find that most of this masterpiece were empty.

Henan is located in Zhongzhou and is the most mature area developed in three thousand years. Many barren mountains have been irrigated into fertile fields. At that time, Emperor Wanli was in Luoyang and found that this was a prosperous place in the Central Plains. The 20,000 hectares of fertile fields that Concubine Zheng asked for his son could no longer be collected at that time, so he still found another place from Huguang and Anhui to incorporate it into the Fufan fields.

And now there are so many open spaces! It looks almost one to one with the fields with the master!

The concealment of land has reached such a rampant point!

"What is the intention of Mingfu?" Hou Fangyu murmured in a low voice.

A student who came from Ruyang next to him was sharp-edged and smiled and said, "This is the old method of our mansion. Selling land."

"Selling the land?" Hou Fangyu was stunned and then woke up: "What is not marked on this picture is sold as open space?"

"Natural." The clerk smiled and said, "How could they have written in a solid black and white text!"

Hou Fangyu couldn't help but tremble and instantly understood what the ancients called "chilling". Of course, the weather is indeed very cold at the moment.

The clerk, the Shi family thought that the prince came over to collect grain, but they did not expect that the prince had such a ruthless old juren who actually wanted to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot!

"Aren't you afraid of the trouble of the Shi family?" Hou Fangyu asked in a low voice.

"In terms of reason, we sell the land without a master; in terms of reason, we also give them the opportunity to confess; in terms of law, our Highness is personally expeditioning on behalf of the emperor, and with the dragon court and the court is in hand, what is that? That is what it means to see the person who sees the king! They dare to tell lies to His Highness, that is to deceive the king! Not to mention selling two pieces of land, it is light to confiscate the house and behead him!"

Hou Fangyu was a smart man. Hearing these murderous words, he had to agree: "Indeed, this lawsuit cannot be defeated even if it is beaten to the emperor. The government did not force them to accept the things they have recognized. However... what if the wealthy clans refused to bid and the outsiders dared not buy them, what should I do?"

"Hehe, do you think the prides are all solid?" The clerk smiled proudly and said, "When we were in Ruyang, those people were walking behind their backs and agreed that no one would bid. What was the result? The field certificate with a black and white lettering of black and red official seal was placed on the desk. Who was not jealous when they saw it? The highest piece of land was raised to thirty-five taels of silver per acre!"

Hou Fangyu was silent. He knew that land price was related to Feng Shui, soil, and direction. However, even if every inch of land in Jiangnan was valuable, it would be a high price to sell a good fertile land for a mu of thirty taels per mu. In Zhongzhou, there were only more than ten taels of high-quality fertile land, and poor soil quality might not even be worth three or five taels.

"That's right! Looking at Tian Qi, who has not been easy for many years, even if he wants to fight privately, it will be a matter of the future." Zhang Shiqi came over with his hands behind his back and said with a smile.

Hou Fangyu nodded repeatedly and said it was reasonable. He just thought of the wealthy families colluding with each other to fight against the government, but forgot that these powerful families had various disputes. Even if they were married to each other, there would inevitably be a dispute between the land and the water. These disputes could be big or small, and the small ones turned their faces. The big ones had moved their soldiers and took notes in the small notebooks of each family.

If outsiders come in, these powerful families will inevitably form an alliance. But now the government does not intervene, simply giving them a chance to legally obtain the fertile land they have always dreamed of. What reason do they have not taken the bait?

"But this time is tight, so we can no longer use the higher price." Zhang Shiqi smiled and said, "This time we set the real price, and whoever gives the money will be sold to whom they can."

Hou Fangyu asked, "What should we do if everyone is scrambling to buy good land and no one buys the land?"

"It was tied up when the plot was divided." Zhang Shiqi laughed and said, "Do you really think I am a Mr. Dongba? The county annals of each county have long been rotten in my stomach."

The county annals will not state whose fields are good, but they will clearly state who has produced several juren and several Jinshi, who lives where they live, and the wind direction and water flow of a county... Through these clues, Zhang Shiqi can easily determine the location of the good fields in which direction, and casually match some middle fields, lower fields, and sandy loam. I think those wealthy families won't care too much.

And the price is indeed outrageously low.

All plots are sold at a price of three taels of silver per mu, regardless of whether it is good or bad.

Even if you buy sandy loam, the price is not a loss. Moreover, the land of Fu Wang’s farmland accounts for a large part of the auction. How many people are jealous of fat meat? Once it is thrown out now, you can imagine how those hungry wolves will swallow it.

Seeing that Zhang Shiqi was already confident and his colleagues seemed to be very familiar with the business, Hou Fangyu stopped talking and just looked at it with his heart. There would be no airtight wall in this government office. Not long after this big map was hung, there were many rumors on the market. For a moment, the side door of the prefect's government office was full of subordinate officials who came to ask for the truth.

Since we know about it on the market, there is no concealment within the Donggong system.

Zhang Shiqi was a little worried when he was doing this business in Ruyang that day. Later, he wrote the story and results in the Qibian to submit it to the prince, and was endorsed by the prince. Now he is naturally blatant and wishes to publicize it.

Wu Yan is not a man of morality, but he is also a little confused about this behavior of occupying private property.

"If it were the censor..." Wu Yan asked carefully.

"The censor can be sensible." Zhu Cilang smiled, believing that Li Banghua could help him suppress those ignorant censors.

"There is the sect's mansion..." Wu Yan asked again.

"I forgot that if you don't mention it." Zhu Cixuan said disapprovingly: "When Mr. Wu was the Minister of Rites, did he care about this yamen?"

At the beginning of the country, Emperor Taizu Gao established the Dazong Academy, which was the first rank. In the 22nd year of Hongwu, it was changed to the Zongren Mansion, and the Prince was appointed as the Zongzheng Order, the left and right ancestral clans, and the left and right ancestral clans were mainly responsible for the affairs of the family of the clan. Later, it compiled genealogies and no longer had the power to mediate internal affairs of the clan.

Strictly speaking, Zhu Ciyang has no right to deal with the assets of the Fu Prince's Mansion. However, the Prince Fu has fled to Anhui now, and I don't know which prefecture or county they are in. Zhu Ciyang led a large army, with a commander in the army, and Shang Fangjian and Long Jie in hand. Who dares to say no to him? Not to mention that Prince Fu is just a prince, even if he inherited the title of Fu Fan and became the new Fu Prince, wouldn't he still have to perform the rituals of the emperor and his subjects when he saw the Eastern Palace?

Besides, who doesn’t want to legally occupy the land occupied by the Fu Wang, from all over Luoyang?

The so-called "the upper and lower desires" win is the present!

"Those who dare to buy land are all worldly-wise." Zhu Cilang couldn't help but snorted: "I know that Li Chuang will not attack them, I buy it with peace of mind! Although Zhang Shiqi's method is quick, it is too cheap for those traitors."

Wu Qi also felt unwilling to accept it.

Since Li Zicheng occupied Xiangyang, the strategic goals have become clearer. Anyone who captured the important land of the city was divided into three groups. One was the royal family, the second was the civil and military officials, and the third was the civil and civil and civil and civil and civil and civil and civil and civil and civil and military officials were enriched. Then they recruited civil and military officials to enrich their ruling power. They sold favors to the common people, neither collecting grain nor taxes, and when they were rich in food, they would open warehouses and release rice.

This is the simple idea of ​​class struggle!

The imperial court report said that the robbers were brutally slaughtered and plundered, which was a record of standing on the standpoint of the royal family and officials, but it did not affect the general psychology of the people who were willing to follow the thief.

These powerful families in Luoyang know that thieves will not make things difficult for the people. As long as they do not possess the hat of "the royal family", they can be safe and sound, so they will naturally dare to take over the land.

...

"Master, since we have received the news from Ruyang, why not report more land to the ground?"

Looking at the confused eyes of his descendants, Mr. Liao looked up to the sky and said nothing, but his heart was filled with worries about his family. He sighed inwardly and glanced at the whole family. Although he could not reach his sons and sons-in-law, his five sons had grown up and his three daughters had married a wealthy family of equal status. The only thing that worried him was that there was no one among his children and grandchildren who could control the family business.

"Because the knife is in the hands of others, if they don't play according to their rules, they won't take us to play." A sudden voice came from the back row.

I heard that this tone was vulgar and I obviously didn't study well. The Liao family has only produced two juren in the past five generations. They have always been very concerned about the education of their children, but they end up being very sad. However, at this moment, this rude and almost rude answer brought a bright color to Mr. Liao's heart.

Children can teach!

"Who said it!" Mr. Liao shouted loudly.

"It's me." A beating voice came out, and the crowd separated from each other. Just now, I saw a young man with a disgrace, standing there and bowing to Mr. Liao: "The grandson Liao Xing kowtowed to grandpa." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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