Chapter 8 (1/2)
”The Lord is really a kind and righteous man, worthy of my loyalty.”
Zhan Zhao was greatly moved.
Old man Zhan also looked up. Liu Hao pointed to a large wasteland near the village and said, ”Liu's family has a thin foundation. This large land was originally the land of his family, but now there is war and chaos, and no one cultivates it. Since I have accepted you, you are all people in my house. As long as I have a meal to eat in the future, you will never be hungry.”
The group of refugees led by old man Zhan cheered and knelt down and kowtowed one after another. Liu Hao smiled and said, ”next, let me tell you about the land sharing responsibility system.”
”The land sharing system is probably to take out these abandoned fields under my house and give them to everyone to plant. When the grain is harvested, half of the grain will be recycled, and the rest will be everyone's own rations.”
”We have land to grow?”
”What, the Lord wants to share his field and grain with us!”
As soon as their eyes lit up, Zhan Lao waved his hand and shook his head and said, ”it's a great kindness to be accepted by the Lord. The old slaves should work hard to repay the Lord. How dare they covet the Lord's land?”
On second thought, the refugees also looked frightened and knelt down one after another.
Although they are eager to own the cultivated land, they also know that this is unrealistic.
Farming, feudal society, system concept, deep-rooted.
The people at the bottom have land to grow and food to eat, which is already great happiness. This is a fundamental institutional problem.
”Listen to me first.”
Liu Hao continued: ”just set a time limit and rent the land to everyone according to their responsibilities.”
”For example, the grain rented to Zhan Lao for three years is divided into five and five, which is enough to protect Zhan Lao from famine, but of course, the final ownership of this land is mine.”
To put it bluntly, this is equivalent to recruiting more than 100 free workers to produce food for Liu Hao.
However, Zhan Huan and others were greatly moved and began to discuss with the villagers in the crowd.
There are fields to grow and food to eat, which is an immortal day for refugees who have experienced military and man-made disasters.
After half a ring, Zhan Huan whispered in Liu Hao's ear, ”Lord, 50% of the grain is too kind to me. Wait, the old slave calculated that only 20% of so many fields is enough to feed us.”
”Yes, Lord, we don't want 50%, as long as two achievements are enough!”
The refugees looked forward to Liu Hao.
Good!
These people are not greedy.
Liu Hao nodded, smiled and waved his hand. He didn't refuse. He didn't intend to give these refugees 50% of the grain harvest.
After rough calculation, if such a large wasteland is fully planted, as long as 20% can feed these refugees.
Without themselves, these people will starve to death sooner or later.
Liu Hao's mind moved and continued to throw out the bait: ”then according to Zhan Lao's words, all the spring ploughing and autumn harvest, seeds and farm tools are prepared by the village. For the household that gets the most grain from farming in a year, the house will also reward a cow, ten cloth and a certain amount of money.”
At this time, the refugees were completely boiling.
”What, did I hear you right? There are rewards for farming!”
”Lord, give me ten mu of land. I used to be a good farmer.”
”I can farm for my lord right away!”
”Open your mouth, your farming skills are a scum. How can you compare with the first man in malanpo...”
Many people screamed and their enthusiasm was mobilized to the highest level.
I wish I could take my farm tools and work in the field immediately.
With Liu Hao's promise, they looked at this barren land full of weeds, as if they were looking at their home, with enthusiasm in their eyes.
”Manager Cao?”