Defeat the Jin people and regain the Central Plains!
Then build an ideal country.
No one will be ruined because they can’t afford salt.
No more people will take risks because they can’t afford salt.
All the people who have been oppressed and exploited like us will never go on the road of licking blood like us again!
Follow me north.
Let’s achieve this ideal and this goal together!
Drive out the gold thief and recover the Central Plains!
When we realize this ideal, we can turn our heads and save tens of millions of marginal people who struggled like us in the Southern Song Dynasty!
Su Yonglin said
Chapter 9 Can you feed them all their lives?
At the same time, not many people want to feel like Su Yonglin that they should fight more people, but they are not so miserable.
It’s normal for them to think that if they don’t starve.
It’s pretty good today
What is there to fight for when you have food, drink, wages and holidays?
But Su Yonglin was not discouraged.
For years, he listed the tragic stories of ordinary people he learned when he was selling smuggled salt.
"Before Nandu, the main dead tenant should be sent to neighboring States, etc. When Zhao’s official crossed to Shaoxing in the first year, he announced that the main dead tenant should be sent to the state to reduce the crime. There are too many things to fuck, so Shaoxing tenants can’t even save their own lives."
"I personally saw two tenants hanging trees and beating them to death by the landlord in my state. I asked a reason and learned that it was too tired to farm every day, so Tian stole a sleep and was killed when he found out."
"Songyang, I saw an old beggar begging with a broken leg. I gave him some money and asked him about his old begging family. He said that he was a tenant, gave a good life to his landlord’s daughter, and gave a concubine to his master’s family.
As a result, a few days later, I saw a corpse sent out to see if my daughter was physically injured or not, and I didn’t know what she had suffered. He went to seek justice and broke his leg and drove Zhuang Neng out. He wanted to report to the government and ignore him. "
"When selling salt in Taizhou, I saw with my own eyes that poor people urinated on a stone because they couldn’t afford salt. I asked them what it was, and they said that it was the old man who taught them the way. When the sun evaporated the urine, the stone would appear salt, so they took the salt back and ate it."
"The year before last, when it was snowing heavily, I talked with people in Shouning. Outside the county, I saw some people carrying the bodies of some ragged people. I asked them who these people were. They said that they were all landless farmers outside the city and had no place to live. They were frozen when they slept outside in winter."
"You are all from a bitter background. How could you come to my house to do such a stupid thing without natural disasters and man-made disasters? How could you be unwilling to continue farming the land?"
If you don’t say these sad things, forget it. Once you say them, how can you not make people feel sad?
It is easy for people who share the same tragic experience to have empathy.
So with a little guidance, Su Yonglin can let these bad karma people tell their past, which is full of blood and tears that he doesn’t know, but it sounds more familiar.
Yes, suffering from the world is always surprisingly consistent
Su Yonglin went out to sell salt with his family or himself for so many years, and traveled to dozens of state capitals in the southeast of the Southern Song Dynasty. He saw several tragedies in which the brutal ruling wife of the Southern Song Dynasty was separated and her family was ruined.
Most of all, he was sad to try to help them with his own money so that they could have a full meal.
But his cheap dad Su Shengren stopped him.
"It’s good that you have compassion, but if you can manage their full meal, can you manage their full meal all their lives?"
This sentence shocked Su Yonglin.
To tell the truth, Su Yonglin had just been "born" in the Southern Song Dynasty, and he lived a comfortable life.
Although he was very unhappy with the Southern Song Dynasty and Zhao Gou, he didn’t feel bad enough to rise up and rebel, with a "Yang Wei" butler on his head.
However, he thought that Zhao Gou was old, and when he abdicated to Emperor Xiaozong, he would probably be able to calm down himself.
Anyway, my life is so good, and the food in the Song Dynasty is especially good. When I die, Zhao Gou’s unpleasant feeling will probably be gone
This idea disappeared when he went out with his father Su Shengren to sell salt at the age of nine.
What he saw when he went out was amazing poverty and suffering.
Fu Song, as a farmer, has to pay the land tax as well as "transfer", that is, transport the tax to the place where it is paid.
This tax item is very practical, and there is no hard and fast rule. Officials can arbitrarily raise money when they are short of money. Usually, officials at all levels peel off their skins at different levels to count as farmers.
Even if the farmers have paid enough taxes, the officials have red mouths and white teeth. In a word, if you fail to pay, you have to grit your teeth and continue to pay.
If you want to pay less, you can have a professional to help farmers deal with the government. Of course, the agency is not cheap. It costs two or three thousand yuan at a time.
Even more frightening is the five-class system.
The pie painting is good. The more property you have, the more taxes you pay, but it becomes a bureaucratic pattern. cheat people said that if you are rich, you are rich. There are a few acres of thin land in your family, but thousands of acres of fertile land there are poor.
Su Yonglin finally understood how many peasants’ blood and tears irrigated the so-called prosperity in the Song Dynasty.
So a small piece of local productivity is just like that, but it can create the impression of wealth. What is it if it is not to double the cruel exploitation?
Then Su Shengren’s sentence woke Su Yonglin up.
Can I feed them and feed their whole generation?
Even if I can feed their generation, can I feed all the refugees?
Can bootlegging salt feed so many people?
Su Yonglin looked at the refugees who were so hungry that they were all skin and bones.
He’s sure he probably can’t.
So what can be done to make them all full?
Su Yonglin, who was nine years old at that time, cast his eyes in the direction of Lin ‘an.
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