Chapter 43: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
The northern foothills of the Qinling Mountains are filled with thousands of ravines, including the Seventy-Two Valley.
Someone who has done something good personally counted the numbers and came to a conclusion: the one facing north at the mouth of the south valley will get one hundred and fifty.
Obviously, the number one hundred and fifty is not an accurate number. It would be difficult for a person to really count it clearly. If you don’t have Xu Xiake’s ability, you can’t even think about it.
Seventy-two is an imaginary number, which represents a lot. Therefore, the six valleys in Lantian are actually also an imaginary number, but there are only six Dagou valleys that truly fit the bandits’ hiding place.
The people living in the six valleys, Qingyu, Daogou Valley, Wangyu, Daiyu, Xiaoyangyu, and Dongtangyu, all belong to the Yin tribe of the Yun family. Therefore, it can also be said that these Liutiaogou Valley belongs to the Yun family.
In half a month, Yun Zhao traveled through these six valleys... and finally stopped at the richest Qingyu.
This is the home base where Yun’s business has been operating for hundreds of years.
This Qingyu is a gourd terrain with a small mouth and a big belly.
Yun Zhao arrived at Qingyu in the rain. The road in the mountain stream was slippery, so Yun Zhao and his party got off the donkeys and meandered along the mountain road.
After walking for a while, the rain subsided and the sky became a little brighter, but the sound of the stream flowing out of the valley was louder.
The occasional cottages by the stream are scattered here and there, all of them old buildings.
The only fresh thing is the smell of livestock manure in the wind. Although it is unpleasant, it makes people happy.
The smoke from cooking in the rain did not float high, and it dissipated after being sparsely watered by rainwater, leaving only a strong smell of firewood.
Most of the fields here are in the ravines. However, there are not many crops on the land in the ravines. There are only some millet stubbornly growing on the high slopes and swaying in the wind.
"In autumn, Qinling Mountains are worried about flash floods, so people only plant crops here. Even so, they often suffer disasters."
Yun Fu meets Yun Zhao If you don’t understand, just remind him in a low voice.
"The reservoir should be built."
Yun Zhao said calmly and continued moving forward.
Yunfu shook his head helplessly, and then followed. At this moment, looking at the young master's small body, he really felt like he was following the old lady of the Yun family to inspect the Yun family's industry.
“Qingyu is the closest to Yunshi Zhuangzi. Once a reservoir is built on the mountain, water can be stored in summer and autumn and released in winter and spring. In this way, Yunshi will have more paddy fields. It will benefit one party."
"It will cost a lot!"
"It will happen in the future."
Yun Zhao didn't explain much. Continue along the mountain road.
The main house of the Yin people is located on a gap in the Qingyu Valley. A low but sharp ridge divides the valley into two parts. It is a good place. The big gourd in front of it. It is used for production, and the small gourd at the back is used to make a home.
The main house of the Yin people cannot be compared with the Yun family’s mansion. There is not a single tile on the roof. It is a real house.The thatched cottage.
When everyone entered the thatched cottage, Yun Zhao sat in front of the window and stared at the drizzle outside for a long time, unwilling to speak.
The current situation of the Yun Yin Clan is worse than Yun Zhao imagined!
This year’s summer grain income is less than 40% of the rations. Even if there is a little autumn grain... it will not help.
The main house was frantically stocking grain, but no matter how much mother stocked grain, she could not sustain the consumption of nearly two thousand people.
The Yin tribe has nearly a thousand people, and the main tribe has even more people...
In the past, Yun Zhao thought that as long as his family was full, he didn't have to worry about others. Nowadays, it seems that this is not the case. People in Yunjiazhuangzi all rely on the Yun family for their livelihood. Although some people are tenants and some are free citizens, once a disaster occurs, the Yun family mansion is the only hope for these people.
Yun Zhao now begins to understand the mentality of those refugees who live in wealthy households.
On weekdays, wealthy families occupy a large amount of resources and can enjoy delicious food. At this time, the people who rely on wealthy families have more or less food to eat, so everyone is in peace.
Once a natural disaster occurs, if the rich family still enjoys spicy food, but the common people exchange their children for food... Who can we extend our hands to if we don't extend our hands to the rich family at this time?
If Yun Zhao himself was also a hungry citizen, he might have done something even more vicious!
After all, the concept of fairness has long been deeply rooted in Yun Zhao's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. As long as there is a chance and the social environment allows, he will definitely fight for fairness.
Here, Yun’s mansion is the object that should be robbed.
These days, Yun Zhao learned from Yun Fu that the only reason why so many people from the Yun family came to work was that the Yun family only accepted 30% of the rent.
Although in Yunzhao's view, this is a rent that cannot be more black-hearted, but putting this rent in Lantian County, and even the entire Guanzhong, is a rent that cannot be more conscientious. Son.
Yunshi paddy field, because it is close to the Qinling Mountains, has abundant water vapor. One acre produces about 400 kilograms of wheat. The dry land is halved. Yunshi charges 30% of it, and the tenant farmers have to pay it on behalf of Yunshi per acre. Tian Fu two liters, five combined with two spoons.
The Yun family is an official and only has summer taxes but no autumn taxes. Therefore, the Yun family has never collected autumn taxes from farmers.
If the people paid their own taxes, their summer tax would be eight liters, five tablespoons and two spoons per acre of land, and the same would be true for the autumn tax, not to mention the various exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes.
Yunqi’s family has three acres of their own farmland. The final output of these three acres of land, which is carefully cared for by Yunqi’s family, is only half of the output of the three acres of land owned by tenant Yunzhao’s family.
Since Zhang Juzheng implemented a whipping method, the court no longer collected taxes in kind such as grain, but paid all taxes in money.
If the merchant class did not exist in the world, this would have been a good law. Since a large amount of money is in the hands of merchants and people related to them, the famous whipping lawFinally it became a rope around the farmer's neck.
Yun Zhao still firmly believes that the original intention of any policy formulation, even the policy formulated by the Ming Dynasty, must be to stabilize the world and adjust the situation, but it was changed during the implementation process. , the final result is harm to the country and the people.
Today's Ming Dynasty exempts high-income earners from taxes and just keeps exploiting farmers. How can its treasury be filled?
"Under the gentle rain, I don’t know how many hungry souls are wailing..."
Yun Zhao sighed to himself, which was heard in Qian Duoduo’s ears , like a thunder.
Although she was young in the brothel, she had already met countless talented people as a maid and heard countless fantastic ideas. It was really surprising that this fat young master from a landlord's family could say this. It surprised her, but the words were a bit too straightforward.
Taught by a famous teacher invited by her mother since she was a child, under the cruel education, Qian Duoduo, although only ten years old, has already shown insights that are different from ordinary people. After all, in three years, she will be Thirteen is about to make a big splash to give mothers the most generous return on their huge investment.
The solemn look in Yun Zhao's eyes was seriously inconsistent with his small and chubby body and his age, and he seemed so melancholy that he could squeeze out water.
"Ha, the rain has stopped, we can go pick mushrooms."
Yun Zhao's cheerful voice sounded in the hut again, Qian Duoduo shook his head vigorously, no matter what, she There was no way to merge the melancholy fat man just now with the cheerful little fat man in front of him.
Without money, no ideas can be realized. Without corn, potatoes, and sweet potato seeds, even if Yunzhao has the best ideas, they are just words on paper.
In fact, there is no popular sentiment in this world. There are only interests, only interests, and only interests. Whoever represents the interests of the people will be of the same mind as the people.
What Yun Zhao has to do now is to convince the people of the huge Yun clan that their young master represents their absolute interests.
In this way, these two thousand people can be driven like arms and fingers, and these two thousand people can be used to attract more people who want to gain benefits... If it is possible to achieve this goal, Yun Zhao feels You can have the strength to compete with the heroes of the world to see the ups and downs of the world.
Neither Li Hongji, nor Zhang Bingzhong, nor Zhu Youjian, who is still melancholy in the Forbidden City, nor Huang Taiji, who is in the white mountains and black waters, can represent the interests of the Han people.
They are too shallow. They always think that the people in the world are just fish and meat... and they can conquer them. They are wrong.
Yun Zhao walked out of the hut happily, and then fell down. He sat on the ground and shouted to Qian Duoduo who helped him up: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step!"