Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

Cui Lin didn't know what to say, he just felt that Wei Zheng and Cheng Yaojin in front of him were not the swords of the Great Tang Emperor, and that the combination of these two people set him up for a trick.

They didn't intend to talk to themselves in the first place, because they knew how to talk, but it was useless.

Especially Wei Zheng, he is even more aware that without the support of the Shandong gentry in the past, he might not be where he is today.

No negotiations can shake this behemoth.

Unexpectedly, they came with public opinion.

Cui Lin smiled wryly: "I thought you would find this old man directly and start with the Cui family. If the Cui family agrees, the others will also agree."

"But I never expected..."

Wei Zheng smiled: "I didn't expect anything, I didn't expect that we would find the Zheng family. The Zheng family in Xingyang is quite upright, and they will do things that are beneficial to the world. They have five surnames and seven Wangs. You don't know that. Bar?"

Cui Lin narrowed his eyes: "How can the old man of the Zheng family agree so easily."

Cheng Yaojin curled his lips: "That's natural. Although he was as stubborn as you at the beginning, but as I said, Lao Cheng, it's an ax anyway. It's better to have a good reputation, and he succumbed."

Cheng Yaojin's words are not biased.

Datang's attitude towards these people is like this, it's a knife anyway, it's not as good as the six good reputations, to leave some opportunities for his descendants.

If you resist stubbornly, then the history books will record the good story of Cheng Yaojin and Wei Zheng igniting the spark.

Thinking of this, Cui Lin's heart sank. Cheng Yaojin and Wei Zheng took the Sword of the Son of Heaven, and first found a Zheng family as a soft persimmon, so that the people in Shandong, especially those tenant farmers who were willing to compromise, could see hope.

Almost everyone believes that they can return to free agency.

So they all appeared in front of the gates of the big giants.

This was impossible before.

When the common people appeared, Cui Lin understood that the most dangerous part of this situation had begun.

"So, what does His Majesty mean for us to die?"

Wei Zheng and Cheng Yaojin didn't answer. If they answered this question positively, it would be no good, no and no.

"Wei Zheng, speak."

Cui Lin is uncharacteristically, although he is not an official, but he is full of aura, the head of the Boling Cui family, who can surpass Cui Mingan, how can he be just an ordinary person?

Wei Zheng said leisurely: "The private one lasts for a while, and the public one lasts forever. Have you thought about it clearly?"

"I'll give you an incense stick of time."

After the words fell, Cheng Yaojin took out a stick of incense from behind, a very small incense stick, one third of the size of a normal temple blown incense stick.

Cui Lin's expression became even uglier, and he was pressing forward with every step.

Now the left and right are not human, if you choose to agree, the Cui family's power can last for a while, if you live for a few more years, if you are lucky, the power will collapse, but there will be a lot of talents, maybe hundreds of years later, there will be another Cui family.

If you don't agree, it won't be necessary for hundreds of years, but now it will be regarded as treason.

Forget it, let’s draw it slowly later.Thinking of this, Cui Lin sighed: "The old man agrees."

Outside Jeju Prefecture, among thousands of miles of fertile fields, Wei Zheng and Cheng Yaojin led the officials to carefully inspect the farmland.

Chen Yongrui, the magistrate of Jeju Prefecture, walked behind with his arms folded. He knew that these two were the right and left hands of the emperor. Seeing them was like seeing the emperor.

But what he is most worried about now is, can the people really survive through farming?
"What a fertile soil!" Wei Zheng rubbed his hands, and the soil in his palms fell to the ground slowly with moisture.

Cheng Yaojin was also extremely excited. He had no chance before, but now he can finally experience the feeling of farming.

"When I, Lao Cheng, used to farm, the crops were gone before they were harvested. They were either robbed by bandits, spoiled by wild animals, or taken away by those shameless landlords. Anyway, they were eaten. Not full."

"My old Cheng has never planted a whole land once!"

Cheng Yaojin was gearing up, rolled up his sleeves, it was still cold in the beginning of spring, unexpectedly the spring breeze was blowing on his face, Cheng Yaojin didn't feel like a knife at all, but like a gentle hand.

Chen Yongrui's face is uncertain. He is the magistrate of Jeju Prefecture. It can be said that the people of one side are living by his decree. When the superiors do these things recklessly, don't they consider what the people eat?
His Majesty the Tang Dynasty is not such a person, even ministers like Wei Zheng, who are outspoken and admonishing, are also making trouble. Cheng Yaojin, Duke Lu, he also got involved?
This thing is a little tricky.

Fortunately, he kept the bottom line and left land for other people. As long as those people grow food normally, they will not lose money. At least they can support their families and have a bite to eat.

"My lord, where do the thousands of catties of grain per mu come from?"

Chen Yongyong couldn't help it anymore, Wei Zheng smiled faintly: "Where did you come from? Naturally, you came from where you should come from. If you shouldn't ask, don't ask."

"By the way, last year His Majesty planted it in the palace with his own hands. A place the size of a palm in the Imperial Garden weighs several thousand catties. Can you believe it, less than one mu of land weighs five thousand catties."

The news was like a bolt from the blue, and Chen Yongrui's body trembled with excitement.

"Is this true? Isn't your lord lying to the officials?"

Wei Zheng looked sideways at the trembling magistrate, "Why should I lie to you?"

"Even if I lie to you, you can write to ask His Majesty, will His Majesty Tang lie to you?"

At this moment, Chen Yongrui only felt that his mind was blank, less than an acre of land, five thousand catties, something real.

Shandong is saved!

The people are saved!
At this moment, his eyes were red, "My lord, please wait a moment, I will let them do something small."

Chen Yongrui came to his subordinates with a serious expression: "Now, I can hear every word clearly."

"Tell those people that everyone signed the contract with the landlord, and this official guarantees that they will have no worries about food and clothing in half a year!"

"When stamping the magistrate's seal and benefiting them, don't let them feel that the official has taken advantage of something."

"If they have any doubts, tell them directly. If this officer can't do this, I will apologize with death, and they don't need to do it."

The current Chen Yongrui is extremely confident.

Who is Wei Zheng, he is the one who dares to curse directly in front of His Majesty.

Such a person, who has Tang and common people in his heart, will definitely not talk nonsense.

This kind of thing called potatoes is promoted everywhere, which means that as long as one official finds a problem, everyone will die.

Datang has just stabilized, so His Majesty will not do such a thing that hurts the country.

At this moment, he was full of confidence.

With his poor background and his current status, he already understood what His Majesty was going to do.

Datang's sharp sword has been raised, wealthy clan, your good days are numbered.

There is not much time left for you.