In Luo Yangxing's impression, the houses in Beijing have always been quite expensive, right under the emperor's feet. There are many powerful people, many businessmen, many rich people of all kinds, and the rules are relatively strict. It is also more difficult to encroach upon and usurp things.
Therefore, good houses are expensive and hard to find, whether in inner cities or outer cities. But now, this view is outdated
On September 28th, just when he returned to his home after paying his errands, his housekeeper had already brought two businessmen who wanted to sell real estate in the outer city at a low price.
"It's so urgent." Luo Yangxing traveled for several days and went to see Dorgon, the Living King of Hell, in the afternoon. Now he was exhausted both physically and mentally, and he was a little impatient when the housekeeper came to report.
"Master," the housekeeper sighed, with bitterness on his elderly face, "It's not a small matter, but the landlords are anxious. Tatars, uh, the court has issued an order to occupy the house, and they have to move out within a time limit. Li, the inner city has been evicted several times, and it was really tragic.
I was given a chariot to leave home, and I was not allowed to bring much luggage. It was really a waste of money. Many of them were old people from Jinyiwei.
The most pitiful thing is that they are not allowed to stay for a long time within 300 miles of Beijing. The official roads heading south these days are full of people from the capital with their families and families, and many people are without food and clothing. People can be seen lying dead along the way. "Death of hunger"
Luo Yangxing was silent.
His housekeeper sighed again: "In addition to occupying houses, there are also land enclosures within three hundred miles of Beijing. As long as they like it, they will immediately occupy it and the original owner will move out immediately. If you don't want to leave, just We have to work as slaves. Our two villages outside the city have also been taken aback by people from Prince Yu's palace."
"I know," Luo Yangxing responded, "Just give it to them."
"Oh," the housekeeper sighed, "They are really more cruel than the other."
Luo Yangxing smiled bitterly, "If they weren't ruthless, how could they be in this situation today? Stop talking and go bring people in."
"Luo Futai, I'll be satisfied with just 200 taels of silver," an elderly businessman said with a grimace.
Coming with him was a young man in his twenties, dressed as a scholar and slightly fat. After listening to the quotation of the person next to him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he bowed immediately: "Futai, the younger one's name is Wei Duo. The house in the outer city is newly built. It is large and spacious. It is just outside Zhengyang Gate in Shaanxi Province." Xiang, I am also willing to dedicate it to Futai. I just ask Futai to allow me to send in my property to avoid being taken away by Dong."
It turned out that this businessman didn’t want to sell the house, but wanted to give it away
Luo Yangxing just smiled bitterly. Although he was the governor of Shuntian now, he had no real power. His own property had been taken away by others, so he could still control others.
He sighed and asked: "How big is your estate?"
A businessman named Wei Duo said: "The younger one is a salt merchant, and he also runs a hotel, a soy sauce garden, a grain store, and a silk and satin shop."
"The business is not small." Luo Yangxing waved his hand and asked his butler to take away the other sad businessman, leaving Wei Duo alone, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Because the younger one doesn't want to be a slave."
Consigning property and being a slave are two different things. Consigning property means being affiliated. Although it can also be eaten by the person you send it to, such a thing is not common. Being a slave is someone else's property, and anyone can buy or sell it, so what else is there to say about property rights?
Luo Yangxing sighed, "That's it, but I am also a Clay Bodhisattva now, so I don't know how long I can protect you."
The businessman named Wei Duo had just left with satisfaction when Luo Yangxing's housekeeper came to report again: "Master, there are a few old men from Jinyiwei who heard that you are back."
"Oh, hurry up, let them come and see you." Luo Yangxing didn't think much and ordered the housekeeper to get the people.
He and his father have controlled Jinyiwei for more than fifty years, so they naturally regard the people of Jinyiwei as their own.
The people were brought in quickly. They were all in rags and looked like beggars. The leader had a bruised nose and face. When he saw Luo Yangxing, he knelt down and cried.
"Shuai Wei, it's hard for me, Xiaguan. He even lost his family and was driven out. The whole family is almost out of food. Commander Wei, you are back. Please save Xiaguan."
"You, who are you?"
"The lower official is Yin Yingjie. The lower official is Qianhu Yin Yingjie from Jinyiweinan Town Fusi."
"Yin Qianhu, what are you doing?"
"I was kicked out, my family and property were gone. My wife and children were living with my parents' family in the outer city. I didn't have any savings. Everything in Beijing is expensive now, so I couldn't even afford a living."
"What's the matter with the injury on your face?"
The former Jin Yiwei Qianhu named Yin Yingjie stamped his feet, "What kind of servant of the Baylor family was beaten and refused to stay in the outer city? I have to move out within a time limit, but where can I move to?"
"Commander Wei, we are homeless just like Yin Qianhu."
"Commander Wei, please talk to the regent."
What else can I say?
Luo Yangxing just sighed. Now Beijing is ruled by the Tatars. How can he, a remnant of the previous dynasty, talk nonsense?
Dorgon had made him the governor of Shuntian before, just to use the influence of his family who had been in charge of Jinyiwei for generations to stabilize the situation in Gyeonggi.
Now not only the powerful Eight Banners troops have come, but also their family members and servants. No less than a million people have migrated to Shuntian Prefecture in Beijing. What is the population? With so many Eight Banners uncles and servants, what are they afraid of?
Haven’t you seen that people have begun to enclose land within 300 miles of Beijing?
“Bang bang bang”
After several loud noises, Liu Sheng, who was working under Wu Sangui, led several of his men and knocked open the door of a smelly courtyard near Liulichang in the outer city of Beijing. As soon as he entered, he saw five rotten corpses hanging from a crooked tree in the yard.
"Master Liu, you are a bit unlucky."
A soldier from the Guan Ning Army who walked in with him frowned when he saw the hanging corpse. This was a family suicide. It seemed like there really was no place to go.
"Oh, life is so hard." Liu Sheng sighed and reached out to touch his bare forehead. He had already shaved his head.
Not only did he shave his head, but everyone in Wu Sangui's Guan Ning Group also shaved their hair and grew a money rat tail.
The reason why they shaved their heads has nothing to do with Sun Zhixian. Because Wu Sangui's army was sent back to his hometown in Ningyuan by Dorgon to harvest crops after May. Ningyuan is outside the customs, and the system implemented is of course the same as that in the heart of Manchuria.
If you don’t shave your hair and don’t take it easy, do you still want to come back to the Ming Dynasty?
At this time, large-scale shaving and changing clothes began in and outside Beijing. It was not Dorgon who issued the order to shave their heads, but a large number of Han people who were forced to surrender and become slaves under the banner.
Many of the people who were unwilling to be slaves and had no way out were like the family Liu Sheng saw. This Li Chuang just wanted money, but the Tatars were really deadly.
On the way from Ningyuan, he saw a lot of human tragedies, especially 300 miles away from Beijing. On both sides of the official road, from time to time he could see dead bodies or bodies hanging on trees.
As for the Han people dragging their families and traveling aimlessly on the official road, there are even more.
Although Dorgon said that he wanted to encircle the "unowned land", if he really encircled it, who would care whether it was owned or not, he would just pick good ripe fields to encircle. Not only farmland was enclosed, but also good houses and piles of grain were enclosed.
As for the Han people, those who could work were naturally forced to surrender, and those who could not work were not asked to surrender, and they were simply driven away.
"Is it bad luck or not?" Liu Sheng sighed, "We are all lickers of blood. I am afraid that these brothers will work hard today and help me bury them. I will treat everyone to a good meal later."
It turned out that this house was assigned to him by Wu Sangui. Wu Sangui, the King of Pingxi, also granted a house in the inner city of Beijing and allowed his servants to occupy a certain number of properties in the outer city. Because of Chen Yuanyuan's love affair with Chen Yuanyuan, Liu Sheng was now Wu Sangui's confidant, so he was also rewarded with real estate.
