Daming: The county magistrate cried poorly and Zhu Yuanzhang exploded in anger

For Zhang Song, it doesn't matter which route they choose.

After all, in Liuhe County, under his own governance in the past few years, every household not only lives in a two-story single-family courtyard with brick and tile structure.

Moreover, each household has its own land per person, and there is no need to pay taxes.

In order to let the children of ordinary people be able to read and write like the children of aristocratic families.

As early as two years ago, Zhang Song spent huge sums of money to build more than 50 schools.

Children from common people's families go to school for free.

As for the water conservancy project, Liuhe County has also done a perfect job.

Since the system rewarded Zhang Song's cement firing method two years ago, the river channels in Liuhe County have been reinforced with concrete.

Not only makes all the rivers extremely strong, but also increases the land planting area.

In order to improve the national economic level of the entire Liuhe County, Zhang Song also invested in the construction of more than a dozen industrial factory bases.

Such as matches, flour, toilet paper, cement, red brick firing, soap, soap, cloth, flintlock and a series of factories.

These factories are blooming everywhere in Liuhe County, encouraging people to work in the factories and increase their income.

In addition, an agricultural department has been established, which is responsible for the cultivation and promotion of potatoes, corns and sweet potatoes.

Today, ordinary people in Liuhe County grow these staple crops on their own land.

It is not an exaggeration to say that even if Zhu Yuanzhang randomly pulled out a commoner from Liuhe County, his level of wealth was no less than that of ordinary small merchants in other places in Ming Dynasty.

Surrounded by Hu Weiyong and others, Zhu Yuanzhang followed Zhang Song to the vicinity of Baqiao Town.

"Zhang Song, what are those green patches? Why do they look so neat?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the neat green squares not far away, and couldn't help asking questions.

Before Zhang Song could speak, Zhao Yuhe beside him introduced him first.

"Guest officer, it's nothing unusual for those people to grow food."

"So many fields belong to the common people?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's calm and prestige face finally became a little moved.

In the final analysis, what he cares about is the ordinary people who are in dire straits. Back then, the cowherd boy knew too well how miserable the ordinary people at the bottom were!
When Hu Weiyong and others behind him heard this, they looked at each other in disbelief.

Could it be that the damned Zhang Song really distributed all the land forcibly taken back from their meritorious families to the common people?

In their impression, most of the common people's farms are good fields rented from local tenants, and Zhang Song, who is extremely rich, must squeeze and annex the fields.

Hu Weiyong sneered, shook his head and said: "It seems that this tenant has a lot of property in his hands. He must collect a lot of rent this year, right?"

Regarding Hu Weiyong's words, a group of ministers nodded in agreement.

But Zhang Song rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"It seems that you still don't understand the policies of my Liuhe County."

"Zhao Wu, tell me."

Zhao Wu explained proudly with his neck up.

"These guest officials, to tell you the truth, our Liuhe County has long since lost the tenants you mentioned."

"As early as a few years ago, our master had consolidated and confiscated all the land in Liuhe County, and then distributed the land according to the head of each household, so these fields are all the people's own, and there are no tenants."

As soon as these words came out, Hu Weiyong and the others immediately petrified on the spot and were slapped in the face.

"how can that be?"

"How can you, a small county magistrate, beat the local gentry and country gentry?"

Hu Weiyong sneered: "Besides, if you integrate other people's land, won't they fight you hard?"

Hearing Hu Weiyong's rhetorical question, Zhang Song gave him a blank look, and was too lazy to explain.

Seeing that Zhang Song ignored him, Hu Weiyong whispered in Zhu Yuanzhang's ear.

"Your Majesty, this dog official must be playing tricks to confuse us. You must not be fooled by his rhetoric."

Zhu Yuanzhang was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he saw a group of dozens of boys and girls aged eleven or twelve beside a street in front of him.

Holding a book in one hand, he greeted passers-by.

"Let's take a look around. The sweet corn that my family just cooked is delicious. It costs five cents a piece. Come and buy it."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is probably frost on the ground...!"

A boy who had just recited Tang poetry halfway stopped immediately and waved to a middle-aged man to introduce him.

"Old man, this junior here has Monkey King Monkey King written by the county magistrate himself, come and take a look, one tael of silver per copy, the price is very fair."

"Really? How many paragraphs did you publish here? I have read the first three paragraphs."

A middle-aged man squatted down and searched over and over on the bookstall.

In the end, he flicked his sleeves in disappointment and left.

The various behaviors of these children were originally to set up stalls here to sell and read and learn by the way.

But in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, it was another scene.

"It's unreasonable. The people here live in such a miserable life. They come here to beg for food in broad daylight. Is that how you, the county magistrate, do it?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was about to reprimand Zhang Song, but Hu Weiyong took a step ahead.

Zhang Song was still too lazy to speak.

But he took Zhao Yuhe beside him and walked towards the group of children in front.

"Go, follow, our family wants to see what else this kid has to say?"

With a cold face, Zhu Yuanzhang beckoned Hu Weiyong and others to follow, preparing to teach Zhang Song a lesson with facts.

However, when Zhu Yuanzhang and others walked up to these children, they were all dumbfounded.

It was agreed to use this as an excuse to teach Zhang Song a lesson. Isn't this a public slap in the face?

"Little girl, so you are not begging here?"

Li Shanchang bent down and asked a little girl selling sweet corn.

The little girl looked at Li Shanchang with a surprised face, and then looked at the strangers behind her.

Then he covered his mouth and shook his head with a smirk.

"What begging? This old man, don't talk nonsense, I'm making money, understand?"

Just after saying this, the little girl suddenly saw Zhang Song and Zhao Yuhe laughing at her.

The little girl stood up excitedly and shouted.

"Master Zhang, Sister Yuhe, why are you here? Come and taste the sweet corn I just cooked! It's delicious!"

As she said that, the little girl immediately grabbed the sweet corn from the steaming iron pot, and stuffed it into the arms of Zhang Song and the others.

Soon, other children also rushed to deliver the things they sold to Zhang Song and the others.

"My lord, try my scallion pancake!"

"Try my braised pig's feet quickly."

Seeing the scene where these children are so enthusiastic about Zhang Song and Zhang Song.

Zhu Yuanzhang and others stood there with dull expressions.

"What's the situation? You came out to sell things to make money at such a young age."

"Damn it, this dog official, since he is so loved by the people, isn't he a corrupt official?"

Hu Weiyong muttered in a low voice with a face full of unwillingness.

But Zhang Song waved his hand, pointed at Zhu Yuanzhang and the others and laughed.

"Okay, okay, we appreciate your kindness, sell the delicacies in your hands to these guest officers, they must have never eaten."

After saying this, Zhang Song turned his head again, and said seriously to Zhu Yuanzhang and others.

"Everyone, these children are not easy, don't eat for nothing!"

Hu Weiyong rolled his eyes and mocked angrily.

"How do you talk, you dog official? Our master has never tasted any delicacies from mountains and seas!"

But just as Hu Weiyong's words fell, Zhu Yuanzhang took a bite of sweet corn.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he began to eat without any scruples.