"Brother Wang, you can't say that!"
Zhu Yixi hurriedly shook his head. If this spread, under the rules of kissing in the feudal era, it would be equivalent to abusing the clan and he would be scolded to death.
He hurriedly helped him sit down and said seriously: "My clan members and I are bound by flesh and blood, how can I let them become tenants?"
King Rui showed a puzzled face.
"As you know well, I am exhausted from maintaining an army of more than 100,000 people. I have tried my best."
King Yu's face was full of melancholy at this time: "Zong Lu really can't send out money, but he can't just wait for the clan members to starve to death, so I made a last resort."
"If you give them money or land directly, they will either spend it all and become idle again."
"According to my idea, I will lease the land to them and only charge 10% of the rent. After ten years, if they can farm the land in a down-to-earth manner, the land will simply be given to them."
After saying this, King Rui came to his senses, and after being brainwashed, he murmured: "You are right, there are quite a few losers in the clan."
If you maintain it for a long time, it will turn around very little.
"However, the thieves are rioting in Huguang and selling off the property, probably just for a bite to eat."
"If you directly give them land and sell it soon, and get the money to buy grain, it can only save them for a while, but not for a long time."
"Yes, the desire is hard to satisfy!"
Zhu Yixi was very happy that King Rui had such knowledge. He was worthy of being an old man who had lived for decades.
However, when he saw that King Rui was still hesitant to speak, Zhu Yixi did not understand his selfish motives.
Zonglu in the Ming Dynasty was all assigned by the local government. King Rui, King Qin, and King Yongshou were forced to come to Xiangyang, so Zonglu was naturally out of luck.
After thinking for a while, Zhu Yixi said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, don't count on the feudal clan. Now, the Qin and Rui clans can go to my house to pay five thousand yuan and live forever for two thousand silver coins."
"The princes and counties under the vassal can no longer use it. Let them be self-reliant."
Seeing this, King Rui was relieved, as long as he had his share, others could not care so much.
After appeasing Queen Rui, Zhu Yixi realized that she had missed the clan members during this period.
Although they were not successful enough, they were definitely more than enough to ruin his reputation.
Besides, in this troubled time, it is quite convenient for clan members to use it, after all, they have family rules.
King Rui left half satisfied, bringing with him the meaning of King Yu:
Allow the clan to be self-reliant.
Distribute farmland to support living expenses.
At this moment, it spread throughout Xiangyang instantly.
Even, to avoid missing something, a notice was posted near the Yamen.
Hundreds of ships dock at Xiangyang Wharf every day, which requires a lot of labor. The decrease in population means that Lifu's salary is good.
It was dusk again, and with long shadows, the warriors were walking in groups.
Many of them had their families broken up, their wives and children scattered, and their families were in ruins. They had no choice but to work hard. Twenty copper coins a day were enough to feed the family.
"Brother Ling, let's go. We got money today. Let's go get some meat buns to eat."
Several young people, short and thin, but with smiles on their faces.
There is no war, filling your stomach and eating meat occasionally is the greatest happiness.
"No!" Zhu Yiling shook her head and said: "A meat bun is three cents a piece, and a liter (one and a half pounds) of brown rice is only five or six cents. I might as well buy some rice back!"
"Forget it, Brother Ling still has to support his family, which is different from us."
A few people didn't force it, and they couldn't stop salivating over the meat buns as they spoke.
"Thanks to King Yu, otherwise the price of food might have risen to nowhere!"
“It’s good to be in peace, it’s good to be alive——”
Several people sighed in admiration. They also paid attention to carpe diem and must buy meat buns.
After they separated, Zhu Yiling put on her coat, took out ten copper coins from her arms, went to the grain shop, and saw the grain price board:
"Give me two liters of brown rice, man."
"okay!"
The waiter was busy weighing it, and since he was a regular customer, he smiled and said, "Brother Ling, just return the sack tomorrow."
As he said this, he handed over the food and wrote down: Brother Ling, one sack...
"Thank you!" Zhu Yiling was full of gratitude. A sack is worth two coins, which is also valuable among the people.
"Brother Ling, you have a patient at home. It's not good to make porridge with brown rice. You have to use millet. We are regular customers, six cents a liter."
The guy whispered.
Zhu Yiling looked at the millet priced at seven cents, took out another six cents from her pocket, and bought one liter.
The waiter didn't take it seriously, wrote down two sacks, weighed them and said:
"Did you hear that? Your Highness, Prince Yu, takes care of your relatives. Anyone who can prove their identity will rent a hundred acres of land for 10% of the rent. After ten years, as long as they work diligently and fulfill their duties, it will be theirs."
"Are you looking for a tenant?" Zhu Yiling blurted out.
"For just 10% of the rent, you will get a hundred acres of land for free in ten years. A lot of people want to go!"
The waiter praised him, shook his head and said, "What a pity, my surname is not Zhu."
"There's nothing good about my surname, Zhu. You won't regret it when it's your life."
Zhu Yiling ignored the waiter's surprise, shook his head, carried two sacks and went home directly.
Like most people in Xiangyang City, his house was not his own. Anyway, many families were destroyed. He just found a dilapidated one and repaired it and lived in it.
A small courtyard, three rooms, entangled with vines and surrounded by moss walls. Although it was dilapidated and smaller, it was a rare comfort for him.
"Mother, Sanniang, I'm back."
"Ahem, Brother Ling."
The mother was lying in bed, her face pale, and her wife beside her was boiling medicine. Her once fair skin had turned sallow.
He poured the rice into the rice jar, then washed the pot, poured water, and started burning it with firewood.
"Brother Ling, it's really difficult for you. After all, you are also the King of Fallen City!"
Mother frowned and sighed.
"Husband, let me do it!" The wife wanted to help, but was stopped.
"Mother, don't talk about King Yuncheng. King Xiang is nowhere to be found."
Zhu Yiling shook his head. Over the past year or so, he had suffered countless hardships because of this surname.
In his eyes, the prince is a scourge.
"Now that Xiangyang is the King of Yu, we are also a clan after all, so it shouldn't be like this!"
Seeing that the latter was still silent, my mother couldn't help but said sadly: "This prince is nothing, but my body is dragging you and your wife down."
"I just thought, after all, it's Qin Fan, it's okay to treat the disease and provide some relief!"
This time, Zhu Yiling was silent.
He turned his head and looked at his wife's silence and his mother's sadness, and his heart suddenly felt like a knife.
Zhu Yiling understood that the conditions at this time could only survive, and it was more difficult to cure the disease than to reach the sky.
Apart from his status as a county king, what else is there to say?
However, once his identity is revealed, it will be impossible to survive the war in the future.
"My mother can hardly survive now, so who cares about the future?"
Gritting his teeth, Zhu Yiling changed his original intention.
