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Body 101 [Drama Performance and Complaint Conference]

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    Huang Shunde helped his mother and took the whole family to the threshing ground. The old father refused to be a thief and chose to stay at home alone to guard the gate.

    Parents, elder brother, sister-in-law, younger brother, sister-in-law, himself and his wife, plus nephew over 12 years old, there are exactly nine people in the family.  If another child grows up to 12 years old, it will meet Zhao Han's compulsory family separation standard.

    This is also what Huang Shunde is dissatisfied with. Forcing others to divide their families and properties does not conform to Confucianism or moral customs.

    Alas, the situation is stronger than people, if you don't follow the thief, you will be finished.

    Even if Zhao Han didn't do anything, the former tenants would probably bully them to death!

    There are already many villagers sitting in the threshing ground, all of whom are ordered to watch the drama.  One village after another, the performance goes slowly, and each time the audience is hundreds of people, no matter how many, the actors can't hear what they say.

    Huang Shunde's family came to the threshing ground, but did not receive any good looks.

    In the past, these low-skinned tenants would have rushed over to call "Mr. Huang", and bowed their heads to say hello to him as a boy.

    Huang Shunde would rather pay more taxes to the government as before, at least to live a decent life.

    His eldest brother, Huang Shungong, thinks it is better now.

    Although the owner farmers did not get the land, they were also beneficiaries.  Pay less land tax, no fire consumption, no miscellaneous stalls, no service money, and you can keep several stones of grain at home!

    If his father and younger brother hadn't stopped him, Huang Shungong would have taken refuge in Zhao Han long ago, and he was the one who did the most to farm the family.

    The complexity of reality lies here. In the same family, one mother and two brothers, the elder brother is willing to support Zhao Han, but the younger brother hates Zhao Han from the bottom of his heart.

    In the middle of the threshing floor, there is a temporary stage, and the whole village sits around the stage.

    Huang Shunde's family came a little later, so they could only sit in the back.  In fact, he was not in the mood to watch the theater, but because the village chief said, what good would it be, so he brought his whole family here.

    After waiting for a while, more and more people gathered.

    Finally, Chen Maosheng stepped onto the stage, cupped his hands and said, "Fathers and folks, I am Chen Maosheng, the deputy mayor. Is this year's harvest good?"

    "good!"

    Men, women, old and children shouted one after another, with happy smiles on their faces. They have never been so happy now.

    Chen Maosheng said again: "Mr. Zhao, Mayor Zhao, I still feel that you are suffering too much. If the land is shared equally, if each person has less than two mu of land, this family will get an extra mu of land! What do you mean? For example, your family  Five people, less than ten mu of land, then Mr. Zhao will give you another mu!"

    "good!"

    "Bodhisattva bless Mr. Zhao!"

    "Master Zhao is a good man!"

    "Master Zhao will live a long life!"

    ""

    Amidst the jubilation, many farmers knelt down directly, although Zhao Han was not present at the moment.

    ? With the agricultural production efficiency of the Ming Dynasty, one mu of the best fields in the south can support one person.  Further subdividing the level, two or three mu and three or four mu of land can support one person.  The dry fields in the north are much weaker, and the output is only half of that in the south, or even less.

    There is a premise for the above data: the government collects land taxes normally, and does not apportion them indiscriminately, do not levy fire consumption indiscriminately, and do not apportion labor indiscriminately.

    Including the barren mountainous land, the total area of ??cultivated land in Wuxing Town is only about 20,000 mu, which is less than five mu per capita (excluding children under the age of 12).

    Moreover, Zhao Han himself occupied 10,000 mu, resulting in less than 2.5 mu of arable land per capita.

    Chen Maosheng waited for everyone to be quiet, and continued: "Someone is going to say that the one with the least land distribution did not contribute to the Landlord fight. Why this time, those who contributed did not get any land, and those who did not contribute have an acre instead."

    Many farmers nodded secretly, they thought so, but the folks in the village couldn't say it clearly.

    Chen Maosheng said with a smile: "Farmers who are allocated an extra mu of land this time, you have to work hard. We have more than 500 junior soldiers. The shoes wear out quickly during drills. Now there are straw poles everywhere. You have to make straw sandals for the junior soldiers! Drilling  During this period, one person from each household will take turns washing, sewing, and mending for your children! Also, Mr. Zhao plans to open a nursing home to support the orphans, widows, and disabled in the village. You have to take turns to carry water, firewood, and sweep the floor for the nursing home.  .Is this good?"

    "good!"

    In exchange for an acre of land, it is definitely worth doing these things.

    And the farmers who failed to allocate additional land felt a little more balanced in their hearts.

    Chen Maosheng announced again: "Mr. Zhao also said that he just arrived this year, and he sincerely wants to be friends with everyone. He thinks that everyone has worked hard, and the rent of all the land that is cultivated will be reduced by half! Those who have paid the rent can go tomorrow.  get back rentsp; Mr. Zhao outwitted Mr. Huang and led the tenants to rebel.  The hero and heroine meet again, and under the auspices of Mr. Zhao, they get married and become husband and wife.

    The long-term depression was released, and the villagers stood up and cheered, with cheers one after another.

    Although he didn't perform in Shanghuang Village today, Huang Yao was invited to watch the show.

    He didn't finish reading at all, so he quietly hid by the side of the threshing field, covering his mouth and crying silently.  Although his experience was only slightly similar to "The White-haired Girl", he felt that he was playing himself, and his childhood sweetheart also died tragically in the Huang family.

    I don't know when, the newlywed wife came behind him and shed tears with Huang Yao without saying a word.

    On the stage, the performance of "The White-haired Girl" has ended, and the next part is the complaining meeting.

    Jiang Dashan was the first to come on stage: "I am a person with a foreign surname, and I suffer more than many of you. Mr. Huang Huang Zundao specializes in bullying people with a foreign surname. My ancestors also had land, which was occupied by Huang Zundao's ancestors. The rent paid by people with a foreign surname  The most important thing is that the benefits are invisible, and all the bad things are involved. Escorting food is a hard job, and I bring my own food, and I take the food to the county. Corrupt officials always find fault, and deliberately throw out the food, saying that the food I am holding is not packed.  If it is full, we will have to make up for the shortfall by ourselves.¡±

    "If the Huang family's ancestral hall, ancestral house, and water canals need to be repaired, I will take part every time. No wages, no rations are given, and they will be beaten if they do not do well. There was a severe drought more than ten years ago, and Huang Zundao sent his slaves to remind them  Rent, robbed my family of food, my father, my brother and sister-in-law were all starved to death"

    As he spoke, Jiang Dashan began to cry, unable to continue talking at all.

    Chen Maosheng asked him to step down and asked: "Who else wants to complain, come up and open up and say, we are all miserable people, don't hold back and feel uncomfortable."

    "Let me say it!"

    This time it was not childcare. An old farmer rushed onto the stage and began to tell his miserable experience.

    Huang Shunde was startled and became silent at the same time.  He studied hard since he was a child. Later, the number of people in his family increased, and his life gradually became difficult.  And he himself had no hope in the imperial examination. He started to learn farming in his twenties, and he didn't care much about the lives of the villagers.

    Until now, Huang Shunde didn't know that his cousin had done so many bad things.

    Such a big landlord, should he kill Fentian?

    Huang Shunde's thinking became confused. He is a scholar, and he doesn't suffer much. He still retains a trace of the pursuit of a scholar in his heart.

    "Mother, did uncle really do all these bad things?" Huang Shunde asked in a low voice.

    Mother Huang sighed: "Oh, everyone is dead, so don't ask more questions."

    That is true.

    Huang Shunde didn't know what to say, so he stood there in a daze, listening to the villagers come to the stage to complain.

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