Chapter 238 Difficulties in People's Livelihood

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The old man hesitated. Then he looked at Song Nan and others angrily and shouted, "Do you still want people to live?"

Song Nan narrowed her eyes and said, "If you want to live a well-being, you don't have to rely on people's charity, but have to fight for it by yourself. You are also a fresh-blooded descendant. Why don't you say it happily, but shrink your head and hesitate."

Then he said angrily, "Is it useful to say it? You are all the same people, just bullying our people in partnership.

Song Nan said, "I just got the real estate here. I don't know what happened before. How can I talk about it?"

Ye Fanggu said, "My son is not a mean person. It's good for you to say it, otherwise you have to take back the field and let others cultivate it."

The latter gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just say it."

The old man said hurriedly, "Ping'er, no."

Later, he said, "Dad, life can't go on. It's better to say it happily."

The old man sighed, squatted aside and took out his cigarette bag and smoked, full of sadness and worry.

Song Nan said, "Tell me, tell me why you are so poor. It is said that each household rents dozens of mu of paddy fields to cultivate. After paying the rent, there should be a lot of balances, and life should be good."

The latter said, "My boss, can't you see anything when you come out of that Wanjiu's house?"

Song Nan said, "I don't know him, and I don't know his details, but it seems that his family business is not small."

Later, he sneered and said, "It's all our blood and sweat that feed this hungry wolf."

Song Nan said, "What do you say?"

Later, he said, "Did Wan Kui tell his boss about the rent?"

Song Nan said, "Naturally, I planned to let him continue to work for me. After all, he is familiar with these affairs."

Later Sheng said, "What did he say about the production of rice per mu?"

Song Nan said, "About two stones and five or six. The fields here are fertile. I think it should be about the same."

Later, he sneered and asked, "Then what did he say about collecting rent?"

Song Nan said, "In addition to a bucket of official tax, I will pay a stone. In this way, you can still have a grain surplus of one stone and five buckets and dozens of mu of land, which should be a grain surplus of 70 or 80 stones a year."

Later, he laughed and bowed his waist like shrimp and said, "As you said, don't we have an income of dozens of taels a year? If so, why do we still wear shaved clothes and live in a broken grass house? They are all yellow and thin, and have long been rich people."

Song Nan said, "This is also my question."

Later, he sneered and said, "Then let me tell you, the yield of this place is less than two stones per mu. One bucket is handed over to the officials, and Wan Jue collects six stones. Each household has to survive for a year and has a surplus of four or five buckets. There are only more than 20 stones of grain in a year, and it is only more than ten taels of silver."

Song Nan was shocked: "Is the yield of less than two stones per mu? Why did Wan Kui collect one stone and six?

Later students sneered and said, "There is only so much production, and there is nothing we can do. The land here looks fertile and turns up with a sour taste, and the soil is different from other places. As for why Wan Ji collected six stones, isn't it obvious? Give it to the owner one stone, and the remaining six buckets are his own. Otherwise, do you think his high house yard is paper? Are the vicious dogs in the family raised with dung?

Song Nan frowned and said nothing. Things were basically clear. Wan Gui has been operating here for more than ten years, and this rule has been formed from Fan Heng. Anyway, the rule set by Fan Heng is to collect one stone of grain per mu. He only needs to hand over the rent of his employer, and the extra part will fall into His own pocket.

Roughly speaking, six buckets are collected per mu, and six or seven hundred mu of paddy fields can get three or four hundred stones of rice a year. Every year, ten thousand jiao alone collects nearly 200 taels of silver for this item alone. Coupled with the part given by his owner, it is not difficult to understand why he eats his brain full of fat and lives in a high-rise courtyard.

The later generation said sadly and angrily, "Do you think we are willing to rent 60 or 70 mu of land for each household? There are eight people in the family. As soon as they arrive, the whole family will get up early and dark, and their legs are too busy. Look at my father, who is nearly 70 years old, should have been to take care of his life, but he has to come out to help cultivate. My seven-year-old child has to come out to help, and plant one more rice with a pair of small hands will have a mouthful of rice. Eat; all year round, the whole family is exhausted and can't lose a few taels of silver. What do you think we do for?

Song Nan frowned and said no, but Ye Fanggu already had tears in her eyes.

"Forget it, it's useless to talk to you. You are all the same people and won't care about our life or death. If you hadn't forced me to say it, I wouldn't have said this nonsense." Later students turned around to help the old man and walk back slowly.

Ye Fanggu looked at Song Nan pulling his sleeve. Song Nan patted her hand to comfort him and raised her voice, "This brother, since you know that Wan Yu is deprived of it, why didn't you tell the original owner to report him?"

Then the latter stopped and sneered and said, "Is it useful? The original owner didn't care about us at all. As long as we pay the rent, how could he take care of the following matters? Besides, Wan Kui's family is so powerful that his son is said to be an official in the capital; no one in the village has exposed him, but what's the result? Tian Mu was taken back, and the whole family couldn't even eat. In the end, didn't they kneel down and beg Wan Kui for forgiveness? Now no one at home or outside dares to offend Wangui. If he doesn't pay the rent, he let the vicious dog bite people. Lao Yang's family can't pay the rent at the end of the year, so Wangui forced Lao Yang to mortgage his daughter. Xi'er, the daughter of the Yang family, who was born, was ruined by the dog thief. Lao Yang was so angry that he committed suicide, but Wangui still lived a good life.

The later tiger had tears in his eyes and stared at Song Nan and others angrily, as if all this had something to do with Song Nan and others.

Song Nan was shocked. She never thought that such a tragic thing would happen in an ordinary village. It can be seen how far the contradictions of the Ming Dynasty have accumulated. This is the case with a Wanjiazhuang. Such tragedies in thousands of villages are certainly not very numerous. People's livelihood is difficult, bullies are rampant, and above Officials are busy competing for power and collecting wealth. In this case, how can the world be peaceful? No wonder there is news of civil unrest everywhere. Officers and soldiers in various places are busy suppressing, but they don't know the root cause. It is useless to suppress it alone.

"Brother's name."

The latter said warily, "Do you want to take me?"

Song Nan shook her head and said, "No, I want to help you. I will follow you into the village. You gather the whole village to gather at the entrance of the village, and I will get justice for you."

Later said, "No, no, no, although you are the owner, you don't know how powerful Wan Kui is. His son is an official in Beijing. If you don't need him to be in charge, he will find a way to make your field free, or teach people to deal with you."

Ye Fanggu said, "Does he have this ability? Do you know who my son is?

Later said, "Who is it?"

Ye Fanggu said, "Is Jin Yiwei an official who specializes in punishing bad people?"

Later, his face changed sharply and said, "How can you not know that the owner... is a brocade guard?"

Song Nan smiled and said, "Thousands of Jinyi guards are under my control. Not to mention being a local tycoon, I am not afraid of ministers in Beijing."

Later, he was surprised and said, "It turns out that the owner is a senior official. Now, Dad, the owner is going to support us."

The old man's face turned gray and sighed, "Hey, you bastard, what's the use of what you said? The disaster of our family is coming.

Song Nan arched his hand and said, "Father, don't be afraid; let's go, let's go into the village."

Then he said, "What about the rest of you? I'm afraid you guys can't do it. Wangui's evil dogs are fierce.

Ye Fanggu said coldly, "A few dogs are nothing. I'm afraid that they won't do anything. As long as I dare to do it, I have a reason to kill them."

Later, he looked at Song Nan in panic. Seeing that Song Nan and the other three people did not change their faces without fear, they were bold and said, "In this case, I, Wan Dabao is not a coward. Dad, don't be afraid. Sooner or later, you will die. It's better to believe them once."

The old man even stamped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

The Wan Dabao took Song Nan and others to the village. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right. Several short-clothed family members stood at the entrance of the village and seemed to be waiting for several people to come. Obviously, the situation of several people standing on the riddle and talking on the field was seen by the family members of the Wan family.

"Wan Dabao, Wan Laoyi, Master Wan invited you two to his house to have a chat." A family member came forward and shouted at Wan Dabao and his son.

Wandabao turned his head and looked at Song Nan with a pale face. Song Nan frowned and shouted, "Ash your master to come to see me."

Seeing Song Nan's anger, Jiading quickly arched his hand and said, "Song Dong's family, these mud legs are cheap and can't listen to anything. My master set up a banquet in the house and invited Song Dong's family to have a few drinks. Don't believe these mud-legged nonsense. They can't wait to farm without paying the rent."

Song Nan shouted, "Don't I have a brain? Do you want to teach? I still have something to do with him. Don't bother me.

The Ding family squeezed his eyes, and the other family members came forward to drag Wan Dabao and his son away. Aunt Ye Fang said delicately, "Let them go."

That Ding sneered and said, "Master Song, honestly accept your rent. There is no need to make trouble."

Song Nan said coldly, "Fanggu, it's up to you."

When Aunt Ye Fang heard the words, she flew out. At the tip of her toes, her body soared into the air and kicked three times in a row. One foot in each of the chest of the three families fell away and covered her chest and couldn't speak.

The leading family said angrily, "Song Dong's family doesn't give face?"

Song Nan scolded, "Give you face? Son of a bitch." After saying that, he stepped forward and slapped him twice.

The Ding scolded angrily, turned around and ran to the village, shouting, "Wait, wait."

Song Nan ignored it and turned to the stunned father and son and said, "Can you relieve your anger this time? Go and gather the villagers to the village. I have something to announce.

The old man was stunned and said, "They... they went to call for help."

Song Nan said, "It doesn't matter. I'm afraid they won't come. Your father and son can go to do business. Things have come to this point. If you don't listen to my orders, you won't be safe after I leave."

The later students shouted, "That's right, the villain will gather the villagers. Dad, you follow Song Dong's family. I'm fast."

The old man looked at Song Nan with fear and said, "My boss, you can't hurt us."

Uncle Zhong came forward to help the old man and said, "Brother, just relax and let you see my young master's methods."