From Chief to Ball

Mu Ma was even more puzzled, because they hadn't sold all of them yet, and he, including every Xia Chengguo person, could get a large amount of coins, which was even equivalent to the copper coin income of a family in the previous year or two.

Putting this money in the former Xia City, they can live well for three to five years without working at all, and they can live well.

"Sure enough, once the system is changed, everyone's life will be better! Not only will they have money, but they won't have to pay taxes!"

Many people praised the wise decision of the council, and the people of Xia City once again went into carnival.

In this way, the copper coins saved in the bank before, the copper coins in the public warehouse, and the unqualified copper coins that were crazily minted within a month, and the burrs were not even worn out, combined, and a large number of slaves, workshops, Minerals and cattle and iron tools were concentrated in the hands of several big families.

It's a family, not a clan.

But it is true that everyone has more money in their hands, so they can't envy others to live better, and can only agree that they are not working hard enough or not having good luck.

In Muma's memory, those few days were simply carnivals. Many people had never seen so much money in their hands, and they didn't even think about it. This kind of carnival even temporarily dilutes the sad rumors that Jixia was killed by an arrow. .

It's just that after that carnival, there is only bitterness left in Numa's memory.

By the end of July, a large amount of products accumulated before had been consumed. First, the price of food was rising steadily, rising to an unimaginable price in the past. In the past, the copper coins that could be eaten for a month can only be exchanged for five or six days. food.

This kind of price increase can really be regarded as the people of Xiacheng Kingdom welcome the price increase, because most Xiacheng people don't have many slaves, they were all farmers before, and they have a lot of food.A rise in food prices is a good thing for most Xiacheng people who used to live on farming. Mu Ma never imagined that life can be so good. Every day, the grain in his hands will be sold for more money. Those who have A large number of slaves and people in workshops can only buy food from the people of the country, and the money is very sufficient.

When the news that Qiongxi broke through two cities in a row and unstoppable finally reached Xia City in early August, the plotters in Xia City finally let go of their last bit of restraint.

The price of salt has risen eighty times in just ten days, and the price is still rising. Some people find the families who bought the salt fields with some dissatisfaction. slaves always have to eat.

Besides, this salt field is mine, and I can sell it for whatever price I want, and you don't have to eat it if you think it's expensive.

The city government is gone. Those who think the price of salt is expensive naturally found the clan leader or the relatives of the council, but the relatives think that the increase is very reasonable, because the person who controls the salt field is the new council member And they are also clan relatives.

This really counts as someone kneeling down in the hall to sue this official. Several people wanted to resist angrily, but they were arrested.There is no law in the city, everything depends on the decision of the clan, and the clan leaders show up again to sell these people back.

Some people dislike the high price of salt, and naturally some people get almost free salt, as long as they stand with the clan leaders, the old Xiacheng people split again.

But clan relatives don't need so many people to join them, only one-fifth of them is enough to overwhelm the rest.

Anyway, the system has been shattered and there is no government that transcends all classes. Whoever has the biggest fist is right, and the Lisi system is broken. No one can organize so many people to rebel. Rebellion alone is meaningless .

After the price of salt rose, the price of accumulated ironware was even higher than that of cattle, and the price of copperware was also rising rapidly.

Except for money, everything is lacking, everything is expensive, and everything is changing. Even the two cities of Ewei have terminated all trade with Xiacheng on the grounds that Xiacheng is temporarily in chaos.

It was already the end of July, and autumn plowing was about to begin. For the time being, Muma could still afford salt, but the matter of autumn plowing began to give Muma a headache.

I now have six or seven hundred acres of land, but only one ox, two sets of plowshares, and four slaves... I can't grow it at all. What is the use of this land?

Not only him, many people are facing the same problem.When selling the land on the first day, a lot of people's money was exhausted, and there was not much money left when buying iron tools for slaves and cattle the next day.

After all the money was sent out, it was impossible to buy those things at the previous price.

So someone started to sell land, Mu Ma thought about it, and decided to sell his own [-] mu of land. After all, the prices of food, salt, farm tools are rising, and it costs money to raise slaves, and those lands that are empty and unplanted are wasteland. .

If someone sells it, someone will naturally take it over. Sometimes even without money, a bag of salt can be exchanged for a hundred acres of land.Those who bought land were naturally enough slaves, enough cattle for farming, and no shortage of salt.

Salt is the most important thing that affects everyone's life. When it was public property, it seemed invisible and intangible. Now that it is private and the money is in your hands, you can't afford this salt.

Before the autumn planting, someone finally stood up and suddenly the people of Xiacheng Kingdom took back the salt fields as public property, but after discussion in the council, they asked: "Since the salt fields are taken back as public property, it means that the previous system has been restored, so is your land and slaves also the same?" What about confiscating public property?"

"Then let's buy it back and let everyone use it together?"

"Yes, as long as you pay enough money, of course you can. This is private. They spent the money at the beginning, so why do you want to take it back?"

People figured it out, and thought that the money sold in Yantian was collected together and bought back, so they went to the man to discuss it, and the answer they got was: "At that time, what was the price of salt? What was the price of food? What was the price of slaves?" ? You want to buy it back with the original money, isn't that ridiculous?"

Thinking about it, this is also reasonable, people begged for a while, and the clan leaders also came forward on behalf of each clan, and finally got a compromise.

"I want [-] mu of good land near the city. Give me [-] mu of land. As long as you are a member of our country, I will take care of the salt for the rest of your life."

That being the case, we had no choice but to pool together a hundred acres of land and exchange it for the salt field to return to the public. At least one copper coin can be used to eat enough salt.

After going back and forth like this, in mid-August, Mu Ma suddenly realized that her nightmare was coming.

He looked at the small box full of copper coins in his home, and suddenly realized that there were times when money could not be spent.

There was little money before, but money can buy a lot of things.Now that there is a lot of money, people start to trade by barter instead. No one knows what the price will become tomorrow.

I sold some of the [-] mu of land I bought, and contributed [-] mu of land to redeem the salt fields. Now there are only [-] mu of land left. I don't need four slaves at all, so I sold two more slaves.

I'm pretty good, after all, I had a carpentry workshop to share some money before, and my life is better than most Xiacheng people.Those who were not as good as themselves before found that they had returned to their previous situation, even worse, after running around in the city and experiencing the carnival.

The land is still the same, and the price is soaring that slaves can't afford it. Except for the money in hand, everything is even worse than before.But the money can't be spent. According to the current price, I'm afraid it won't last until next year's summer harvest, so the money will have to be thrown in. What should I do then?

Xia City's fragile, stable, and strictly controlled currency economy almost completely collapsed within a month.

The currency issued exceeded the production level of the entire Xiacheng by several times, and a large number of people who used to have purchasing power became slaves again. The foreign trade was not controlled by the Supply and Marketing Department and the closed-door policy of the two cities of Ewei was completely cut off. hoarding...

Mu Ma, as an ordinary Chinese, does not know all these things.

But he knows one thing that is closely related to him, the woodworking workshop he built with everyone... It's over.

Employment is enough to manage a bowl of rice, but the price of rice and salt is increasing every day, and the daily expenses are consuming the money everyone pooled.

The columbine carts are already saturated in Xia City, and now the land has shrunk a lot, let alone using so much.Without the supply and marketing department and the transportation department to transport outward, there is nowhere to sell.The two cities of Wei'e cut off their trade with Xia City again, and they are still waiting for the winter, because there is new news that Qiong Xi was forced to retreat by Ji Xia, and it seems that Ji Xia is not dead yet.

The carpentry workshop pays for every day it works, and in desperation, they simply quit. Those hired workers who have nothing surround Muma, first begging Muma to let them continue to work, or they will starve to death, but Muma said that he has no food to eat. many……

Then the woodworking workshop was smashed, and more than a hundred hired workers revolted. They were not slaves, so the collapse of the currency had the greatest impact on them. The slaves at least had their masters to feed them.

The clan relatives in the council did not need to recruit Chinese people, nor did they bother to recruit Chinese people.Relying on his own private soldiers and some clansmen who depended on them to survive, he easily captured these more than a hundred people and buried them alive as a warning to others.

Chapter 76 The painting back then

In the early morning of the second day after the mass burial, black clouds rolled over the Caohe River, and a low-pitched thunder gradually came.

Muma didn't eat breakfast, and didn't even help his wife, who was carrying her several-month-old daughter, carry firewood into the house for rainy days, and came to the execution site alone.

There is nothing on the black-yellow, soft land that has just been turned over, and there is excellent fertilizer underneath. Maybe next year the grass and trees here will be more lush than other places, but now there is no trace of life.

Sitting nearby, Mu Ma seemed to be hoping for a miracle, such as the sudden loosening of sand and soil revealing an arm struggling to survive.

But until the raindrops fell, there was still no change, and the sound of nearby crickets was very clear.

He took out a gourd, pulled out the cork, and gently poured the wine inside beside the sand. It seemed a little cold, and he wrapped his clothes tightly.

There was a strange cry from the woods in the distance. It should be a kind of falcon with big wings. Disdain.

Mu Ma covered her ears, and suddenly grabbed a handful of sand and threw it towards the distant woods, shouting: "They did it first! They were the ones who smashed the workshop and took my food first! I didn't kill them I just helped those people catch them! I wasn't there when they were buried alive! I wasn't there!"

The sand and soil flew over, the birds finally stopped, and the numb body seemed to have no strength, and they sat down on the ground.