Chapter 592: Killing officials and rebelling

This is a trick used by the big families. They took advantage of natural disasters to lend money at high interest rates, control more tenants, and also took the opportunity to swallow up the fields of self-cultivating farmers and small landlords.

But the big families did not expect to meet an idiot county magistrate like Zhao Yuankai. You said you wanted silver, we will collect some more for you, but why did you embezzle even that little old grain?

Is Zhao Yuankai an idiot?

Of course not!

He just thought that even if he did not provide relief to the victims outside the city, there would be no problem.

There were only a few thousand victims. After starving for a few days, they would disperse when they knew there was no food around the county town.

In his opinion, it was much easier to disperse these victims than to provide relief to them.

Providing relief to the victims might attract more victims, or it might make the victims gather outside the city and disperse.

But if they did not provide relief, it would not take a few days for these victims to either starve to death or go to other places to beg for food, so he would be fine.

But Zhao Yuankai never expected that these disaster victims would be so bold as to attack the county town.

Seeing more and more disaster victims jumping into the county government office, Zhao Yuankai shouted in panic: "Master Chen, Master Chen, hurry up, kill these thugs!"

Chen Tong is the county magistrate of Dachang County. He is a burly man with a fierce face. He looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.

At this time, the main fighting force in the county government office is Chen Tong leading more than 20 yamen runners.

Just a group of disaster victims. Although these disaster victims are still young and strong, because of long-term hunger, their cheeks are sunken, their faces are yellow and thin, and they have difficulty climbing the courtyard wall.

The yamen runners in the county government office are not only strong, but there are even three warriors among them.

The difference is obvious when compared. Dozens of disaster victims climbed into the wall without making any waves and were killed by the yamen runners.

Chen Tong killed a disaster victim with a fierce look on his face, and roared: "Damn it, kill all these lowly people!"

But at this moment, a sharp arrow shot from outside the courtyard wall, and the arrowhead accurately penetrated Chen Tong's throat. Chen Tong subconsciously covered his throat and looked in the direction of the arrow with fear in his eyes.

On the roof not far away, a slender boy stood, holding a hard bow and looking at him coldly.

"Mr. County Magistrate!" The yamen runners found that Chen Tong was killed and couldn't help but exclaimed.

But then two more arrows were shot, and two more yamen runners were shot dead.

Now the yamen runners had no time to stop the disaster victims climbing the wall. They fled in panic like frightened birds and beasts.

"Run, there are masters!"

The smart ones had already run into the house, while the stupid ones were running around in the county yamen.

Zhao Yuankai held his head and staggered towards the backyard.

After the young man on the roof shot and killed two more yamen runners, he jumped directly from the roof next to him to the roof of the county government hall.

"The dog official deserves death!"

He whispered coldly and shot an arrow at Zhao Yuankai without hesitation.

The arrowhead sank into his back and came out through his chest.

Zhao Yuankai only had time to scream, then fell to the ground and never got up again.

The gate of the county government was finally opened by the victims who climbed over the wall. Hundreds of victims poured into the county government and began to search for money and food everywhere.

"Buyu, Buyu, go to the back house, there are money and food embezzled by the dog official in the back house!"

A victim shouted to the young man on the roof.

The young man didn't waste words. He carried a quiver on his back and held a longbow in his hand. He rushed towards the backyard along the roof and the wall.

The young man in front of him was named Chen Buyu. He was a genius warrior. At the age of 18, he was already a warrior at the level of refining strength.

Martial artists at the level of refining strength are naturally nothing in Kyoto. If you randomly pick up a few people on the streets of Kyoto, one of them may be a martial artist, and there is a high probability that they are acquired martial artists. However, in Dachang County, martial artists are rare. There are only thirty or forty martial artists in the entire Dachang County, and there are only a handful of acquired martial artists.

Chen Buyu is not only a martial artist, but also a good archer. His archery skills have reached the level of piercing a willow tree from a hundred steps away.

And the reason why he attacked the county government was not because of anything else, but because his family was not well fed.

That's right, the families of martial artists will also not have enough food.

Not all martial artists are high and mighty. Many ordinary martial artists are actually the same as ordinary people.

Just like in Yangjia Village at the beginning, Yang Zhengxiang was also a martial artist, but he was just a small landlord. At that time, the Yang family had twenty acres of land, and Yang Zhengxiang's family owned only fifty acres of land.

A large family has 50 mu of land. In good weather and good harvest, they can have no worries about food and clothing. However, once they encounter a disaster, they have to live a tight life.

If the original Yangjia Village was also in the current Dachang County, Yang Zhengxiang would probably lead his clansmen to rebel.

There is no way. The clansmen are all hungry. Can he, as the clan leader, just fill his own stomach and ignore the lives of his clansmen?

Chen Buyu is not the clan leader of the Chen family, but Chen Buyu's father is a centurion of the left guard of Kuizhou. Therefore, the riot in Dachang County is actually a riot led by military households.

The county city was breached, and officials such as the county magistrate, county magistrate, and chief clerk were killed. Many wealthy families in the city were looted.

When the sky began to darken, Chen Buyu's father Chen Dingan distributed some of the stolen money and food to the refugees, and then took two or three thousand military households and refugees to hide in the mountains to become bandits.

Attacking the county government office and killing the county magistrate was tantamount to rebellion. They could no longer return home and would only become bandits from now on.

The situation in Dachang County is just a microcosm. Riots have occurred in various parts of the disaster area to a greater or lesser extent. Some riots have been suppressed by the government, while others have killed officials and robbed money and food to hide in the mountains and forests.

There is a characteristic in the western part of Jiangnan, northern part of Yunguang, southern part of Longnan, and eastern part of Shuzhou, that is, they are all within the scope of the Wanshan Mountains. The people living here originally had many mountain people, but now they want to hide in the mountains. Too easy.

A major disaster caused tens of thousands of bandits.

More than 20 prefectures in Darong were in shock.

However, Yang Zhengshan didn't know about these things. At this time, Yang Zhengshan was guiding the young men on the island to practice.

The island owner is very leisurely, but he is not a person who can stay idle. In addition to practicing, his favorite is to guide others to practice.

Simply put, Yang Zhengshan is a bit of a good teacher.

When you see that there are problems with others' cultivation, you can't help but give advice.

This is probably a habit he has developed over the years. After all, in the past twenty years, he has guided countless people.

At the foot of the mountain, in the open space outside the village, thousands of teenagers were divided into twenty arrays, practicing the simplest punching skills.

There are two villages, one with a boy and the other with a girl.

Maybe Yu Tonghai deliberately gave the number of boys and girls, both a little over a thousand.

These teenagers were divided into forty classes, each with fifty people, with former servants and maids from the Yang family serving as teachers, and were equipped with many peasant women to take care of their food and clothing.

At this time, they were all wearing neat clothes and practicing martial arts in a good manner.

Yang Zhengshan held a bamboo pole in his hand, pointing out the mistakes of these teenagers, and said, "The biggest function of body-building fist is to exercise the body. It is not a fighting move, but a training skill. You have to use all your strength in every move to drive the Body muscle stretching exercise.”

"Don't practice rigidly, feel the movement of every muscle in your body!"

"How do you grab the soles of your feet when you punch, how do your legs use force, how do your waist and abdomen use force, and the muscles of your arms!"

"You must feel it carefully and don't practice stupidly!"

Yang Zhengshan corrected a boy's arm, and the boy smiled brightly at him.

This made him feel a little funny, but he still said with a serious expression: "Why are you smirking? Practice well!"

Yang Zhengshan gave instructions for more than half an hour before leaving the village with his hands behind his back.

He didn't ride a horse, so he walked casually in the fields with his hands behind his back.

In the dry fields, refugees who have just moved are busy plowing the fields. The island has a complete range of farm tools, all bought from Tenglongwei. However, there are not enough oxen on the island. On average, only ten families have one .

The ox has to be used in rotation. Some families can no longer wait for the ox to plow, so they can only pull the plow and plow the land themselves.

It was very tired and hard, but those refugees were working hard.

Yang Zhengshan looked at a white-haired old man squatting on the ground to rest, and walked over and asked, "Brother, is this your field?"

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The old man looked at him, with a puzzled look in his eyes and said, "That's right, this is the field that the island owner has allocated to me!"

Today, Yang Zhengshan was wearing a very ordinary dress, a short linen shirt, a pair of cloth shoes, and a casual tie of hair. This outfit is no different from a country farmer.

But his temperament is obviously not an ordinary person.

"How many people are there at home?" Yang Zhengshan was idle and started chatting with his father on the ground.

Although this father-in-law looks quite old, Yang Zhengshan doesn't know who he is older or younger.

He is sixty this year, and the father-in-law in front of him may be less than fifty.

This is normal in the countryside. The old farmer in his forties and fifties is already gray-haired.

"Eight, I have three sons. The two who cultivate the land are my eldest and second sons!" The father-in-law was still looking at Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan looked at the two young men who were arable in the fields, followed by a teenager and two women.

The eldest son and the second son!

Yang Zhengshan asked, "Honey, have you read?"

"Well, I have read it, who is the master?" the father-in-law couldn't help asking.

Yang Zhengshan smiled, "I am the island owner here!"

The father-in-law was stunned, and then knelt down in panic and said, "Old man, pay homage to the island owner!"

Yang Zhengshan quickly reached out to support him, "No need to be polite. I just have nothing to do, so I will chat with you for a while, haha~~"

Seeing that Yang Zhengshan was casual and casual in his speech, his father-in-law relaxed a lot, but he still said respectfully: "Brother-in-law, thank you for saving his life. If the island master had not brought us here, our family would have been unable to survive. This year!"

"The drought in Funing Prefecture is so severe?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

The father-in-law said: "It's very serious. There has been no decent rain since the beginning of spring last year. The grain in the spring and autumn last year was basically unrecovered."

"The old man used to be a teacher in a private school in the village. He still had savings on weekdays, otherwise he would not have been able to stick to it now!"

Yang Zhengshan probably also understood the drought in Funing Mansion. He couldn't care so much, so he stopped asking, and then said, "How much land has the government office allocated to you?"

"One person has six acres, our family has eight people, and it is divided into forty-eight acres!" said the old man.

The land is divided by population. One person has four acres of paddy fields and one person has six acres of dry fields. Only one person has over twelve years old is considered a bite, both men and women have it.

The eight people the old man mentioned refer to people over twelve years old, not including the children at home.

Their family was lucky, as they migrated to Xingyue Island intact, not one person was missing.

Many of the other refugees who migrated here only had two or three people, and some were even alone.

Of course, this old man was a scholar, and he used to be a private school teacher, so his family must be much better off than ordinary people.

Yang Zhengshan continued, "The government office is preparing to build a private school for the village. I used to be a teacher and could apply for the job! Private school teachers also have monthly wages!"

The old man smiled and said, "The island owner is kind and righteous, and he still lets the children of the hungry people go to school. I have already applied for the job at the government office. The government office said that they would build a primary school in the village after the spring plowing! I am still a private school teacher!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly.

The two chatted for a long time, until noon when Yang Zhengshan blew a whistle to summon Hongdou and rode back to the city.

After the New Year, it is spring ploughing. After the spring ploughing is over, the government office can do other things.

Recruit young and strong people to build canals and ponds, demolish city walls, build houses, etc.

Although these newly relocated disaster victims still look pale and thin, their spirits and spirits have returned after the government office distributed land to them.

To be honest, the government office really gave them a lot of things. Xingyue Island is not Chongshan Town. When Yang Zhengshan resettled refugees in Chongshan Town before, he could give refugees very little, and food was also tight, but it was different on Xingyue Island. Yang Zhengshan had no shortage of silver or various daily necessities, so he would not be stingy with the things he gave to refugees.

Food was scarce in Darong, but the Yang family business could buy food in other places.

In addition, there were not many refugees resettled in Xingyue Island, with a total of only more than 20,000 people. Yang Zhengshan gave them a little casually, which was enough for these refugees to eat.

When he returned home, Yu Qingyi and the children were already waiting for him to eat.

There were a lot of dishes, including meat, vegetables and a big fish.

"Mingcheng wrote to ask if you want to celebrate your birthday!"

"Celebrate your birthday?" Yang Zhengshan raised his head in surprise.

"This year is your sixtieth birthday!" Yu Qingyi said.

Yang Zhengshan suddenly felt a strong malice, "But, I'm not old yet!"

Sixtieth birthday?

This word is not a good word!

I'm still young, why celebrate my birthday.

"Wait until I'm a hundred years old to celebrate my birthday!"

As a congenital warrior, he can live at least one hundred and fifty years old, and Yimu Changchun Gong can prolong his life. Even if his future cultivation cannot go any further, he should be able to live more than two hundred years.

He can live two hundred years, and ordinary people can live one hundred years. If you convert it this way, wouldn't his sixty years be equivalent to an ordinary person's thirty years old?

Humph, I'm only thirty years old, why celebrate my birthday?