At the same time, another extremely spicy irony is that in the Qing Dynasty, during the reign of Kangxi's pigtails, Su Songchang and the four places of Zhenjiang once again owed taxes, and among the people who owed taxes, there were only 13,517 local gentry with reputation!

The Tartar Emperor is not as easy to talk as the Emperor of the Zhu family, and he is not so tolerant of the literati. Among them, 3,000 were handed over to the Criminal Department for punishment, dismissed from public office, stripped of their reputation, and exiled tens of thousands of scholars.

After the Ming Dynasty from Emperor Yongle, for more than 200 years, how many scholars were exiled?

In the face of such thunderous means, how many of the Manchu Dynasty ministers were born in Su Songchang Town? Don't dare to put a fart!

Dare to fart? Kill you directly!

It can be seen that the so-called literati style of the Ming Dynasty is just like that!

It's just one word - cheap!

The peasants have been farming for a year, and the grain they have gathered is not even enough to pay the taxes, not only is it not enough, but it is also far behind, so the peasants in many places have to try their best. This year, he sold his sons and daughters, next year's wife, and the year after that, he sold his land, and in the fourth year, he had nothing to sell, so he was arrested and sent to the government to play the board. Many people are beaten to death, and some of them are lucky not to die, gritting their teeth, ruthless, thinking that they are dead left and right anyway, so they rise up!

The anti-thieves at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Gao Yingxiang, Zhang Xianzhong, Li Zicheng, 'one' book, 'reading' novel', ybdu, Hao Shaoqi and others, most of them came from Shaanxi, which is not unreasonable.

Therefore, the land in the hands of the state is getting smaller and smaller -- when Zhang Juzheng re-measured the land of the whole country with a whip method, he found out that he had collected 10,000 hectares, but now there are only more than 4 million hectares left, and all the rest has gone into the hands of those gentry and landlords who have made great achievements. In all fairness, much of the land was not annexed by them, but by peasant households, and in many places, there was even such a phenomenon -- if a person in a certain village won the talent show, the whole village land was put in his name, and the whole village became his nominal tenants.

As a result, the acres of land and households in this village disappeared from the yellow list of fish scales of the state, and the state lost more than 100 households of tax-paying people and thousands of acres of cultivated land.

The people also knew that it was better to be a tenant than to pay heavy taxes to the state, and the tenant would pay half of the harvest at most.

This is how many fields in Su Yimo's family came from.

Dong Ce looked at the undulating mountains in the distance, and let out a long breath of turbidity, the two hundred and sixty years of the Huanghuang Ming Dynasty, to this day, is it really the end of the road?

He then laughed, patted the back of his head lightly, and said in a low voice, "Dong Er, what do you want to do with this?" Is this what you can think of? Let's take care of the present! ”

"Let's talk about the grain and field endowment later." Dong Ce smiled slightly: "Uncle Ji, mother, I want to take Shilipu to live, from now on, you will live in the old house, and look at this field by the way." ”

He lowered his voice: "You must be optimistic about the Su family." ”

Huang Ji was stunned and nodded heavily.

August 15 of the seventh year of Chongzhen.

The Xiaoice River era has been raging in the northland of the Ming Dynasty for more than fifty years, and now it has not weakened in the slightest. The weather is dry, the winters are extremely cold, and the temperature drops throughout the year.

On the fifteenth day of August of the lunar calendar, it is almost the tenth month of the solar calendar in the future, and the tail feathers of summer are within reach. The weather is slowly getting cooler, the distant mountains and forests are already dyed, and autumn is coming.

Today is a good day for reunion, but the simple wish of reunion, peace and security, and harmony and beauty is already a bit of a luxury for the people of northern Shanxi. The heavens are not beautiful, gloomy and gloomy, and they are colder than before.

However, Anxiangdun is a hot scene.

On the dirt slope not far from the pier, a cattle pen and a stable have been built, and the war horses and the captured cattle are kept in them. The number of these cattle is indeed a bit much, and there is not enough place in Anxiangdun, so they have to be kept here, but they still have to be brought into the fort at night, after all, this world is not careful.

Not far from it is the martial arts arena, which is also the training place of the men and women of Anxiangdun.

It's been nearly a month since that bloody battle in the forest.