Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 502 Daming’s Way of Controlling the Grassroots

When Wang Shouyin arrived at the town where they were, he heard the coachman say that this place is called Xiekou Town. In fact, this place name has a history.

It is said that Liu Banghong, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, used an excuse to go to the toilet during a banquet, and fled westward in a car under the protection of Fan Kuai.

In order to prevent the clan from becoming too powerful, Daming intentionally divided it up when resettling the refugees. The number of people in the same village and clan would not exceed 50. Once this number exceeded, they would be divided into other towns.

Wang Shouyin is holding his ID card, which says 21 households in Youming New Village, Xiekou Town.

Under the leadership of the village head, Wang Shouyin, his wife and children came to their new home.

This is a small courtyard with only three rooms and two side rooms, one is the kitchen and the other is the firewood room. All the windows and the roof are painted with tung oil, and the roof is also covered with a new tiles, but judging from the color of the walls, it should be renovated for a dilapidated house.

The gate is newly built, and it still exudes a faint fragrance of tung oil. The fence in the yard is also a half-person-high fence, which can be said to prevent problems before they happen.

Tung oil, that is, the oil produced by the fruit of the tung tree, is an important raw material in ancient natural paints. There are detailed records of tung oil in classics such as "Supplements to Materia Medica" in the Tang Dynasty.

When it developed into the Tang and Song Dynasties, tung oil was used more widely. It could be used to make "putty", as a material for construction and shipbuilding, and to make "tung flower smoke" and "tung paste". It is recognized that the Song Dynasty The sought-after "high-end luxury goods" in the literati circle.But before the Ming Dynasty, the tung oil industry was also very "low-key" - because it was too expensive.

Later, Zhu Yuanzhang vigorously promoted it, and expensive tung oil could fly into the homes of ordinary people.

Wang Shouyin looked down and saw the same thing in the nearby yard.

"very nice!"

In the nearby yard, a plump woman was cleaning the ground with a broom, and two little boys, only three or four years old, were running around in crotch pants.

When he saw the village chief come in, he went up to meet him.

The village chief said with a smile: "Wang Shouyin, this is your new home. The people of Youming New Village must unite. If you have any problems, just speak up!"

Wang Shouyin bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, Mr. Village Chief!"

The village chief waved his hand: "Don't call me master, you just clean the house first, I'm still busy!"

After finishing speaking, the village head handed a pair of locks and two keys to Wang Shouyin, and led the others to other houses.

Wang Shouyin took the strange lock and pushed open the door of his house.

Once inside, on the north wall, there is a large table with a lamp on it and four chairs beside it, and nothing else.

In a room on the left, there is a bed that looks very cozy.

"I have a home!"

Wang Shouyin hugged his wife Tian's shoulder excitedly: "We have a family now!"

For ordinary Chinese people, home is a very special place, and a house is considered a home.

The son wisely walked to other rooms. He came to the kitchen immediately. The stove in the kitchen was different from what he was used to. Cooking here can be directly connected to the fire pit, and what is burned is not firewood, but coal.

There are two iron pots on the stove, both of which are brand new, glowing with azure blue light. In the kitchen, there is a water tank, a chopping board, and a rice tank with some grain in it.

There are also several wooden basins filled with salt and water, five catties of oil, ten catties of salt, twenty catties of wheat, twenty catties of beans, and some dried salted fish.

The son shouted excitedly: "Father, mother, there is food here!"

Wang Shouyin ran over excitedly, and Tian blushed and said, "My dear, are you hungry, mother will cook for you!"

But Wang Shouyin looked down at the food here, not only a little worried, but the food could not be eaten for a few meals.

In fact, Daming did not support idlers, and distributed little food, so that these refugees would consciously participate in the work organized by the government. This is called relief with work.

No need for Wang Shouyin to worry, only two hours later, the gong outside rang, and the village chief shouted while beating the gong: "Men and gentlemen, come to the entrance of the village for a meeting, something good will happen!"

Wang Shouyin soon came to the entrance of the village, and the village head raised his voice an octave: "The clothes we wear, the houses we live in, the quilts we cover, and everything in your house are all rewarded by the Emperor Ming. Old man, there is no way for us people to survive!"

"The emperor, the old man, showed great mercy and rewarded us big guys with a bite of food. He gave us big guys a new house, clothes, and food. As a human being, you must have a conscience and eat with a bowl. Put down your chopsticks and scold your mother, we don't want such people in Youming New Village, if you find one, get rid of one!"

Having said that, the village chief cleared his throat: "Are there any such wolf-hearted things in our village?"

Everyone dared not answer the words, thinking to themselves: It feels like living in a dream.

The village head smiled: "No, it's best, one counts as one, I'm at odds with him!"

These grassroots village chiefs take turns to go to the Daming Imperial Training Center for training every year.

They are good at getting along with the villagers, and they also know how to make the villagers more loyal to Daming.

This is the way Daming currently controls the grassroots.

In the future, through repeated indoctrination by the village chiefs, the villagers under their jurisdiction will understand who treats them well, and let them all understand that only by working hard can life get better and better.

The village head looked at the crowd and said: "The government just created the land deeds for us. One adult is [-] mu, and a female is [-] mu. If the land allocated to everyone is not planted, it will be abandoned for three consecutive years. Daming The government will confiscate it, do you remember clearly?"

"Remember clearly!"

Wang Shouyin held the land deed that still smelled of ink, and his eyes slowly turned red. Their ancestors, through the hard work of several generations, managed to accumulate some land, but after a war, his family lost everything.

Now, he has become a man with land again, and only those who have land are called people.

A person without land is not even considered a person.

"From now to next spring, there are still about eight or nine months!"

The village head continued: "For such a long time, everyone has nothing to do, so they must be sitting on their hands. There are three roads before you. The first one is more dangerous!"

"When the Ming Dynasty was going to recover Gansu, it needed a group of militiamen to transport food. It was dangerous and the wages were high. Three taels of silver a month. After the recovery of Gansu, ten acres of fertile land would be rewarded. What did you do?"

(End of this chapter)