Lin Haoran said what he thought in his heart, and said eloquently: "This Junping Li Jia Law is very good, but if we want to really benefit the people, we need to distribute the forced labor to each acre of land, and we also need to rectify the governance of officials." The rule of officials here does not lie in the officials, but in the clerks of the yamen, and the yamen should reduce the number of scribes who are informed, and choose some conscientious and conscientious scribes to fill the office, so as to make the administration passable. ”

In Lin Haoran's view, whether it is the Junyin Law or the Junping Lijia Law, the important thing is to govern the officials, after all, this method harms the interests of those officials. Otherwise, this "policy at the top, countermeasures at the bottom" will not benefit the people at all.

In addition, the need to levy money on the common people here, merchants are naturally very popular, but for those who are poor, it will inevitably evolve into a bad law.

All kinds of situations need to be prevented before they happen, and they cannot be implemented without any preventive measures. In the past, Liu Jin reorganized the military camp, undoubtedly made such a mistake, and as a result, he turned a good and decent policy of benefiting military households into a "bad law".

Of course, it is even more undesirable to waste food because of choking, and all kinds of injustices really need to be solved by those who are in power, and they cannot always be ignored, otherwise the Ming Dynasty will eventually be difficult to return.

"Lin Futai's insight has made the lower officials admire, and these lower officials will definitely follow it, but please be sure to support this decree!" Pan Jitao saluted Lin Haoran and pleaded seriously.

Lin Haoran took a sip of tea, and in Pan Jitao's nervous gaze, he finally nodded lightly and said, "As long as it is beneficial to the people of Guangdong, this government will fully support it!" It's just that you, the governor, are pushing for this decree, and my public support is inferior, but it is better for you to be in the open and in the dark, which can help you clear some potential obstacles! ”

"That's great!" Pan Jitao's purpose is to hope that Lin Haoran will not stand up against it, or say hello to the Xiangshan officials, but he does not necessarily have to Lin Haoran to stand up and express his position.

The two discussed some details and discussed the specific implementation, and Lin Haoran looked very passionate.

"What's wrong?" Lin Haoran was talking eloquently, but when he found that Pan Jitao suddenly stared at his face all the time, he reached out and touched his face in confusion and asked.

"Lin Futai, isn't it really Wen Kuixing who went down to earth?" Pan Jitao was secretly frightened, and asked half seriously.

Although he proposed this Junping Lijia method, Lin Haoran actually thought farther than him, thought deeper than him, and mentioned some details that he didn't even notice.

"If it is really Wen Kuixing, then the government will be able to think of a way to solve the financial problems of the imperial court and share the worries of the saint!" Lin Haoran took a sip of tea lightly, and expressed his loyalty without a trace.

Pan Jitao naturally didn't really think that Lin Haoran was a descendant of Wen Kui, so his thinking jumped to the financial issue, and asked seriously: "Lin Futai, now that the finances of the imperial court are so tight, is there really no better solution?" ”

"No, anyway, this government can't think of a way!" Lin Haoran didn't want to make trouble in vain, so he picked up the teacup and shook his head very affirmatively.

Pan Jitao looked at Lin Haoran deeply, and faintly felt that this Lin Wenkui's words were untrue. But after thinking about it, he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, after all, many bigwigs in the imperial court couldn't think of a solution, and I am afraid that the financial problem of the Ming Dynasty could not be solved.

Since it was soon noon, Lin Haoran simply put down his official duties and invited Pan Jitao to the back garden to chat.

Today was a sunny day and the back garden looked vibrant.

The sweet potato field is located on the north wall of the back garden, and it is divided into two parts, and the ground is soft. The original dark green sweet potato leaves are turning yellow, and they are ready for harvesting.

Lin Haoran adhered to the principle of not offending people, and this time it was a letter of invitation, not only the officials of Guangzhou City, but also Pingxi Hou, Pingjiangbo and other nobles.

As it approached noon, officials were invited to come one after another, but Wang Bai did not put up a show, and led a group of subordinate officials from the political envoy department very early, and more than 30 officials soon gathered here in the back garden.

The housekeeper had already set up a shed in the open space next to the sweet potato field and arranged for many officials to be seated.

"Mr. Chen, please take a seat!"

"Thank you Pingxi Hou for coming here!"

"Lord Fandai, Lord Shidai, please take a seat!"

……

Lin Haoran was a little unexpected, this simple sweet potato harvest, he also posted according to the promise of the day, but it attracted so many bigwigs to come and watch.

"Lin Futai, let's dig quickly!" Huang Hui urged urgently.

"Commander Huang, please wait!" Lin Haoran returned the salute, and then nodded towards Ouyang Lie.

Ouyang Lie took out the measuring tools with the scribe and said loudly to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, please wait for a while, and the lower officials will lead people to measure to determine the size of this land!" ”

After measurement, there is no doubt that it is dichotomy.

Because of the success or failure, the housekeeper has been very concerned about the sweet potato field in recent months, in addition to watering and fertilizing, but also pulling weeds and insects, taking care of everything, making the sweet potato stems appear thick.

Wang Bai seemed to know more and more about Lin Haoran, and knew that Lin Haoran was not the kind of person with a mouth full of cannons, and looked at the sweet potato field while drinking tea. But after they measured, someone cleaned up those sweet potato seedlings, and only a section of the trunk of the sweet potato seedlings remained.

"Lord Fantai, today's events are all because of you, and I would like you to dig the first plant yourself, how about it?" Lin Haoran took a hoe and smiled at Wang Bai.

Wang Bai hadn't spoken yet, but he heard Huang Hui take the initiative to ask: "Your hands are all holding pens, and this matter is up to the old man!" ”

Lin Haoran found that Huang Hui's military talent was very mediocre, but he was an extremely straightforward character, and he did not have as many detours as civilian officials. Wang Bai didn't blame Huang Hui for stealing the limelight, but said with a smile: "Thank you Commander Huang for your compassion, so hard!" ”

Huang Hui jumped off the sweet potato field with a hoe, and suddenly scratched his head and said to Wang Bai: "Lord Wang, which one?" ”

"That one!" Wang Bai stood on the edge of the sweet potato field and pointed to a sweet potato seedling with a very thick trunk.

Huang Hui's heart suddenly moved, threw the hoe in his hand into the sweet potato field, spat at the palm, held the root of the sweet potato with both hands, and then pulled the sweet potato root up with the strength of milk.

In the past, Lu Zhishen uprooted the weeping willows, and now there are Huang Huishun pulling sweet potato seedlings.

This......

Lin Haoran looked at this old guy in a daze, completely unreasonable, but he was worried that this old guy was going to fall and chew.

The officials came according to the appointment, a big reason was to save face, but at this time, it was inevitable that there would be curiosity in their hearts. Is there really such a miraculous crop, whose yield per mu should be higher than that of rice?

Pingjiang Bo Chen Wangmo is the general soldier of Liangguang, and he attaches great importance to this sweet potato, and his eyes are staring at the sweet potato root without blinking, which seems to be able to pull out a fist-sized fruit.

Burst!

Huang Hui had a kind of stubbornness, his face was already red, but he didn't mean to give up, he still gritted his teeth and stiffened.

In plain sight, the soil of the sweet potato field slowly cracked, and then a series of sweet potatoes were pulled up by the roots. When I saw the huge sweet potatoes, there was silence all around, and an expression of disbelief appeared on my face.