In Zhangchen Village, in a room at Master Lin’s house, the landlord Mr. Lin sat in the main seat, squinted his eyes slightly, smoking a dry cigarette, letting the men in front of him make noises.

These men are members of the peasant association in Zhangchen Village. The one who is quarreling now is whether to become officials according to the government's wishes.

One of them shouted in grievance: "Who said that if you become an official in the government, you will have to oppress the people? Master, aren't you wrongly accusing people of this?"

The man who was called Young Master Lin sneered and said, "Those who are officials say that being officials do not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home to sell sweet potatoes. What's the result? Everyone treats themselves as the masters of ordinary people?"

"Why did the yamen runners come so well-behaved and kind? Do you really think they suddenly became well-educated and polite?"

"And you, you have to speak for the people in the peasant association and be an official in the government. Why do you think so beautifully? Have you forgotten that your brother has already joined the leader of Menglianggu? In the future, the government will ask you to report Menglianggu's whereabouts, will you not report?"

The man was even more aggrieved by Master Lin’s scolding: “Aren’t I thinking about accepting the government on the surface, what should we do if we do the rest? If it really annoys the government, what should we do if the government sends a large army to encircle us?”

Another person also said: "The eldest young master said that the yamen runners became polite because Meng Lianggu's heroes and our farmers' association. I agree with this, but it is still the same whether Meng Lianggu can withstand the government's encirclement and suppression. Let's put all the treasures on now, if..."

Master Lin snorted, "He can send a large army here, there are hundreds of men in Zhangchen Village. In addition, they are jointly defending and protecting several villages next to them, so they may not be afraid of the government."

Speaking of this, Master Lin stared at the men with apology and scolded: "No, my Lin family can be considered a big family. Why is it that my family is not cowardly, but you guys are so cowardly?"

"The old saying goes, porcelain does not touch clay pots, why do I dare to touch clay pots in my house? Are you afraid of break clay pots first?"

Speaking of this, Young Master Lin turned his attention to Mr. Lin again and asked, "Dad? Do you think this is the case?"

Mr. Lin sucked two sips of dry tobacco, looked at the people who were arguing with the young master of the Lin family and said, "Did I charge you less 30% of the rent? I originally wanted to reduce the rent to 10%, but now it seems that I am too tolerant of you."

After shaking the ashes, Mr. Lin asked again: "If I hadn't charged 30% of your rent, my family business would have been much larger than it is now. Do you believe it or not?"

Several men nodded and shouted, "Yes, Mr. Lin is right, you are merciful."

Mr. Lin snorted and said, "I took the initiative to build this farmer association. The guard of this farmer association was also led by me in response to the call of the leader of Meng Lianggu. Nothing else, it is just that you poor people are living too hard, so I can't bear it."

"Tell you, I have lived my whole life, what kind of life I have never seen? What kind of noodles I have never eaten?"

"I will first talk about the ugly words. If anyone of you wants to be a dog for the Tartar government, you will return my land to me first, or raise the rent to 50%."

"A group of idiots, I don't understand the matter even if my prodigal son understands it! Genggugugugugugugugu, I'm annoyed when I see you."

Several men were scolded by Mr. Lin and were about to say goodbye to Mr. Lin, but Mr. Lin snorted again: "By the way, go back and tell the poor people, let them all see if their families have money. If you can find a way to make up some, I will sell the land to them at a low price."

"If you really have no money, come and borrow money from my family. If you need to sign and seal it, sign it and seal it. Master, I don't want you to pay it back. Just pay it back within three years."

No man could believe his ears.

Although Mr. Lin often does good deeds of repairing bridges and roads, and the rent is 20% lower than elsewhere on weekdays, Mr. Lin is famously stingy and wants to spend a penny in half. Those lands are the lifeblood of Mr. Lin. If you have anything to do, you have to go shopping in the fields. Now he is willing to sell it at a low price. He is also afraid that everyone will not have enough money and wants to lend money to everyone? Don't want to make any money?

Is this the sun coming out to the west?

Seeing the men staring at each other, Mr. Lin sucked two more puffs of cigarettes and cursed, "Why, they all can't understand people's words, right? Before I regretted it, I hurried to get back to raise money."

After several men from the peasant association left with great gratitude, Master Lin's face immediately pulled down and looked at Master Lin and said, "Dad? Is it a loss for us to do this?"

Mr. Lin sucked two puffs of cigarettes and asked, "I ask you, there are more than a dozen villages of all sizes near Zhangchen. In addition to our family and your uncle's house, there are still a few gentry masters left?"

Master Lin shook his head and said, "Looking at what you asked, who doesn't know that our family and uncle's family are all left around us, and the other families have been wiped out?"

Mr. Lin nodded and sucked two more cigarettes: "Then tell me, why is our family okay, your uncle's family okay, but the rest have been wiped out?"

Master Lin replied laughing and cryingly: "I know what you are talking about. Isn't it because our family and my uncle's house charge low rent, and they often do some good deeds of repairing bridges and roads, so the people are thinking about our good deeds?"

"But, it's okay if we charge the rent lower, why do you still have to sell the land to the people? It's okay if you sell the land. You still lend them money. If you borrow money, you don't want to reimburse money. What's the matter?"

Mr. Lin snorted and cursed: "You know nothing! I told you to read more books on weekdays. You either have a headache or a butt, but now I can't even understand this."

"Our family usually collects rent lower than others. People are begging for our family's good fortune. Our family takes the lead in establishing a farmer's association. People will also be able to remember our family's good fortune. However, other villages have destroyed all the lands of gentry and divided. We continue to collect rent. In the long run, can those people still remember our good fortune?"

"So, we will take the initiative to sell the land back to them, which will not only protect the family business, but also make money, but it will not be a loss."

"The most important thing is that our family will have a good reputation."

"Even if the family is prodigal like you, they will lose their family business, with our reputation, they can eat more than others when they go out to beg for food."

Speaking of this, Mr. Lin squinted his eyes and took a few puffs of cigarettes, then knocked the cigarette pot clean, and said, "You are ready to bring half of the money and food in your family to join the boss of Menglianggu."

Master Lin was shocked and asked, "Dad? We really want to vote for Zhu Xiaosong?"

Mr. Lin said, "Look at the successful rebellion in history books. Which one did not start with the people who did not eat?"

"The chief of Meng Lianggu came up and destroyed the evil gentry and established the peasant association. In less than a month, it would be an exaggeration to say that he had the posture of a hidden dragon."

"Our Lin family will try it this time. If you win, it will be a good deed. If you don't win, you will change your face and hide your name. Sooner or later, you will have a day to make a comeback."

Master Lin nodded and made up his mind: "Then I'm ready to set off to Menglianggu early tomorrow morning to see if there is any chance, but the government office..."

Mr. Lin said nodded: "There is no need to worry about the government."

"Some people think that with the status of an official, they can get more benefits than the peasant association. However, they do not know that their peasant association's identity was elected by the people. If they voted for the government, do the people still recognize their peasant association's identity? If the people do not recognize them, will the government take them seriously?"

"If you don't do it, you have to be a dog for someone, a group of idiots!"

There has never been a shortage of idiots in this world.

The few people elected as the farmers' association in Xiao Zhangzhuang were forced to become officials by relying on the existence of the farmers' association, thinking that from then on, they could eat imperial grain and no longer be like those mud-legged people.

These people nodded and bowed, leading the yamen runners through the streets and alleys. The broken gongs in their hands were clamoring, and shouting: "Young and young men in the village have heard it. It's time to pay the spring tax for the 49th year of Qianlong! This time the tax will be paid in our farmers' association!"

Fortunately, there are still a few idiots after all, because most farmers' associations are recommended by the people themselves. When these people know how to stand up and be human, they naturally don't want to be dogs for others.

The trick that Yan Xiangqing and Prefect Yan came up with racking his brains did not meet the original expectations at all.

Therefore, Prefect Yan could only stand in front of Shandong Governor Mingxing with fear and honestly accept the baptism of Mingfutai: "This is what you said is that the farmers will be used for me! Ah! This is what you said is that Zhu Ni has nowhere to hide! Ah!"

Mingxing turned around in anger, and finally sat back on the chair and waved his hand: "This matter cannot be hidden. It's almost time for Long Live to leave. Now you'd better pray that Zhu Ni shouldn't come out for the time being to make trouble."

Prefect Yan had a headache and wanted to kill Zhu Xiaosong with one knife.

Ten years of hard work, and ten years of hard work plus 30,000 taels of silver were exchanged for a county magistrate of Fu County. Then ten years of hard work, tens of thousands of taels of snowflakes were another step by step.

Now it’s a good thing. In the past three years, the Qing magistrate just blocked the deficit he had spent before. Before he could enjoy the feeling of touching the hundred thousand snowflakes in his hand, he was at the risk of losing his head!

All thanks to Zhu Xiaosong!

...

Zhu Xiaosong never thought that the prefect Yan would be so stupid that he would be so stupid that he would turn the peasant association into an official.

This kind of gameplay is no longer just a question of whether he is stupid or not, but he regards the people of the world as fools - how did the Farmers' Association come from? The Farmers' Association was elected after those who cannot survive united and defeated the evil gentry!

Even if there is no such thing as the poorer it is, the more glorious it is, those people who are so poor that they cannot survive will recommend endless rich peasants to be members of the peasant association?

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people will be attracted by the government, but such people are only a few after all, and the peasant association itself is elected by the people themselves. Once someone surrenders to the government, the people will not choose again?

Therefore, Prefect Yan had a brilliant plan to help the world, but he did not expect that the world could not settle down. Instead, he helped Zhu Xiaosong identify whether the members of the Farmers' Association were firm or not, and even spent a lot of money on this.

Zhu Xiaosong sat on the chair with a smile and said to Liu Huaiwen who was sitting beside him: "The government is so anxious that it's a waste of money, so you have to speed up the progress."

Liu Huaiwen said: "We are already trying to speed up the problem, but now we can only make some simple bird guns on the mountain. They are similar to those used by officers and soldiers. The quality is probably not as good as those used by officers and soldiers. As for the flintlock rifle like the ones mentioned by the boss, I guess they will not be able to get it out for a while."
Chapter completed!