"Steward Zhang, are they indeed from Xiejiazhuang?"
Huang Dong looked at several people and looked at Zhang Chongruo with bright eyes.
Zhang Zhongruo nodded, with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "They are indeed."
This person was not from Zhangjiazhuang and was not under his management, but Huang Dong asked about it and he had to answer.
"Do they have household registration?" Huang Dong looked at these refugees again, withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhang Chongruo.
Zhang Zhongruo thought for a while, swallowed his saliva, and then said with difficulty: "I guess they may not have household registration."
"No household registration, Butler Zhang, how can you tell this?" Huang Dong was shocked, his face changed slightly, and he asked with some confusion.
After all, these are not people from Zhangjiazhuang, but people from Xiejiazhuang.
If they were not from the Song Dynasty, they could completely ignore it.
But not only were they citizens of the Song Dynasty, but they also lived in Changyuan County, so he had to be careful.
Zhang Chongruo looked at a few more people and said decisively: "Chief Huang Ting, their clothes are in tatters. It seems that Xiejiazhuang may have concealed their lack of household registration. The government does not have their household registration at all."
Huang Dong looked at these people while thinking: "Do they live in shacks or thatched houses?"
"They are also refugees from other places. It seems they live in shacks." Zhang Chongruo thought for a while and answered immediately.
"Refugees, shacks?" Huang Dong shook his head and smiled jokingly, "Xiejiazhuang is clearly neat and tidy, like an ink painting, where are the shacks?"
"Chief Huang Ting, of course outsiders can't see it." Zhang Zhongruo smiled bitterly, "Because they live in the ravine on the other side of the mountain."
"Living in a ravine?" Huang Dong stood up from his seat with a roar, pointed at Xiejiazhuang angrily and asked, "Why do they do this?"
"There are many benefits." A sarcastic smile appeared on Zhang Zhongruo's face, "Not only does it make Xiejiazhuang as beautiful as an ink painting, but it can also avoid government inspection."
"That's too much." Huang Dong slapped the table with his right hand, and the tea cup almost jumped, making the refugees shrink their necks.
"False benevolence and righteousness. A bunch of hypocrites." Ren Huanghe glared at Xie Jiazhuang, his favorable impression plummeted, and he even spat, "Bah."
Zhang Chongruo shook his head with a wry smile on his face, then bowed his hands and said, "Chief Huang Ting, what should I do about this matter?"
"What should we do?" Huang Dong patted the case again and said excitedly, "They are people of the Song Dynasty. We cannot abandon them and let them register in Zhangjiazhuang immediately and enjoy the refugee treatment of Zhangjiazhuang."
"Have you heard that? Why don't you come over and thank me, sir?" Zhang Chongruo's face lit up with a moving light. He didn't expect that this matter would be solved so easily.
They enjoy refugee treatment, just like Zhang Yiguang. The government finds them jobs, distributes clothes and rice, and builds new houses.
At this time, Hu Bo came over and told Huang Dong with an embarrassed face: "Chief Huang Ting, we don't have much clothes and rice. What should we do?"
When several villagers who came from Xiejiazhuang heard this, their pupils shrank in fear and they took a few steps back.
They looked at each other, and for a moment, their whole bodies were as nervous as a stone, and their hearts sank as if they were filled with cold lead.
Is it an excuse that the government is unwilling to distribute, or is there really no food left?
"I'll give you as much as you have, it won't be enough for me to think of something." Fortunately, Huang Dong's words were like the spring breeze in winter, making people feel warm.
There are almost ten people here, but there are only five sets of clothes and fifty pounds of rice left.
The ten people looked at each other, still feeling somewhat disappointed.
But there was nothing they could do. Who said they were not from Zhangjiazhuang?
Huang Dong looked at these people with a smile on his face, which made people feel like spring breeze.
Seeing Huang Dong's smile, these ten people felt better.
Huang Dong asked kindly: "Which one of you is taking the lead?"
After hearing this, the other nine people unconsciously turned towards a man in his thirties.
This man has average skin and prominent facial features.
What's more obvious than his facial features is that his face is like a stone, with stubbornness written all over it.
"That's the villain." He first shrank his neck and looked like he was about to retreat, but then he quickly raised his head and bowed to Huang Dong.
Huang Donglue returned the favor, still smiling, and asked softly: "You are very brave, what is your name?"
"Your Majesty, thank you for your reward. I thank you Qi for your words. My family is really poor, so I have to take this step. I hope your Majesty will forgive me." Xie Qi bowed again and said with some embarrassment.
Although Ren Huanghe did not speak, he drank tea and observed.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, thinking that Xie Qi was speaking well.
"Zi Wen, you can talk," Huang Dong said with a smile on his lips, "How many years have you studied?"
"I'm telling you, I've been studying for five years. Later, the barbarians came to Chengdu and I had to stop my studies." Xie Qi bowed and smiled awkwardly, his expression looking a little painful.
Ren Huanghe sighed inwardly. If Xie Qi had not met a barbarian, he might not have had a chance to become a scholar, and it was not impossible to be a scholar or a scholar.
"You damn barbarian, you deserve to die." Huang Dong sighed, and then comforted him, "Zi Wen, but it's okay now. The little saint has taken back Chengdu."
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Xie Qi had some pain on his face and nodded: "Thank you, little saint. It would be great if the little saint could take back Chengdu Mansion earlier." "Zi Wen, you can train the next generation." After Huang Dong comforted him, he asked with a smile on his face, "You are also fleeing from Chengdu. How many of you are there in total?"
Now that some refugee tenants from Xiejiazhuang have come over, he wants to know more about them.
He is the head of Xiehe Pavilion, and his management covers not only Zhangjiazhuang, but also Xiejiazhuang.
Zhangjiazhuang has basically been won, and now it’s Xiejiazhuang’s turn.
However, Xiejiazhuang is not as easy to deal with as Zhangjiazhuang, and it is still at a high level.
They did not recognize him as the pavilion chief, and did not take him as the pavilion chief at all.
The reason is that I heard that there is a clan member in Xiejiazhuang who works as a judge on Tongnanfu Road, and he feels that he has the confidence to fight against Zhaojiazhuang Town.
Now refugees are a breakthrough, and Huang Dong wants to break through from here.
Xie Qi was a little hesitant when he heard this.
Huang Dong saw his expression and knew he was worried, so he still smiled: "Ziwen, are you worried about the revenge of Xiejiazhuang? Don't worry, this is a government office."
"Government?" Xie Qi's eyes lit up, and then he asked with some uneasiness, "Government, can these refugees enjoy the same treatment as the refugees in Zhangjiazhuang? Can they all receive rice and clothing, and can they also arrange a way to survive?"
"There is no problem with this. We are all citizens of the Song Dynasty, and we are all treated the same." Huang Dong nodded solemnly, looked at Xie Qi with bright eyes, and made a promise.
Xie Qi's eyes shone brightly, and his face, which was not fair, turned red.
"Thank you, Mr. Banner. I would like to thank you on behalf of the refugees," he hesitated before saying, "tell the pavilion chief that there are approximately 1,500 refugees on the mountain."
Huang Dong made a sound, suddenly rolled up from his seat, pointed at Xie Qi and asked: "One hundred and fifty or one thousand five hundred? Please tell me clearly."
After hearing Xie Qi's answer, Ren Huanghe took three steps back. He couldn't hold the teacup firmly in his hand and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Hu Bo was stunned. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it at all."
"Tell me, sir, it's not one hundred and fifty, but one thousand five hundred." Xie Qi answered firmly without any hesitation.
Huang Dong swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty: "Do these 1,500 people have household registration?"
"They are just like villains, they don't have household registration." Xie Qi's old face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and he lowered his head in shame, wishing he could stuff it into his pants.
The other nine refugees had similar expressions. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Huang Dong and the others.
No matter how low their status is, tenants still have household registration, but they do not have household registration at all.
They are extremely conflicted. They hope that the government will rescue them, but they also hope not to embarrass them and even expel them from here.
They have seen that if the number of people is small, the government can still find ways, but there are too many of them, which makes the government feel embarrassed.
Huang Dong motioned for him to sit down and said to him, "Zi Wen, are the residences of these fifteen hundred people thatched houses?"
"I'm telling you, the thatched house and the shack are almost half each." Xie Qi lowered his head, raised his head and shook his head and said, "How can a villain dare to sit in front of the official?"
Huang Dong felt extremely heavy. He did not expect that there were so many shacks.
He looked at Xie Qi and others and asked casually: "Zi Wen, do you live in a thatched house or a shack?"
"Tell me, sir, of course the villain lives in a shack, that's why he dares to come here and try." Xie Qi lowered his head that he had just raised.
"Zibian, you are indeed poor and meet the conditions for receiving rice and clothing." Huang Dong nodded, with a relaxed smile on his face, making Xie Qi and others feel friendly, "But today we have almost received rice and clothing, so I just have to understand."
"Thank you, sir." Xie Qi hesitated for a few times, bowed, and finally asked through gritted teeth: "Master, would you like to build a house if you live in a shack?"
He is now living in a shack, which is cold, damp and drafty. Of course he hopes to live in a new house.
Not only him, but the few people who followed him lowered their heads, but their eyes were secretly looking at this place, and their ears were pricked up.
"Of course the houses have to be built, but they are only for the shacks in Zhangjiazhuang." Huang Dong looked a little embarrassed. "If there are only a few of us, we can still build them together, but there are too many refugees in Xiejiazhuang. This is a very big problem."
Xie Qi's face looked extremely ugly at this time, and he said naa naa: "Master, if you say this, we refugees from Xiejiazhuang will have no chance to live in a new house?"
"You are all citizens of the Song Dynasty, and you are building the Xiehe Pavilion in Zhaojiazhuang. How can we just sit back and do nothing?" Huang Dong, of course, knew what Xie Qi and others were thinking, and comforted him, "But you are the second batch to build it."
A fond smile appeared on Xie Qi's face, and a dazzling light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly knelt down to Huang Dong and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qi."
"Thank you, Mr. Qi." As soon as he knelt down, the nine people behind him who were about the same age also knelt down and shouted loudly.
Huang Dong was shocked. He stepped away and hurriedly stepped forward to support them and ask them to get up: "A man has gold under his knees. How can he kneel down in front of others when he kneels to heaven and kneels to his parents."
Hu Bo, Chen Nan and others also felt that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward to pull them up.
Unexpectedly, these people knelt on the ground with all their strength.
Now one party is trying their best not to kneel, and the other is kneeling on the ground desperately. There is a stalemate for a while, and the two sides are arguing with red faces.
"Master, you promised us to build a house, which is certainly worthy of our knees." Xie Qi's face, which was originally like a rock, became even more stubborn.
The reason why they knelt down was that they were afraid that Huang Dong would break his promise and not build a house for them, and they wanted to completely establish themselves here.
"Wait up, wait up." Huang Dong hurriedly walked around, sweat dripping from his forehead and hands, "Didn't I already agree?"
"Master, when will it be built?" Xie Qi knelt straight on the ground, raised his neck high, and asked stubbornly.
He had no idea when this second-phase residence would be built.
Huang Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, swallowed his saliva, and replied with difficulty: "Building a house is not as simple as you think. Not only does it require purchasing land, but it also requires obtaining money from Zhaojiazhuang Town, so this process is unpredictable at the moment. "
Xie Qi and others couldn't believe their ears. It felt like a thunderbolt hit their heads, and it felt like someone had poured cold water on them from head to toe, making their whole bodies numb.
Seeing the disappointed eyes of Xie Qi and others, Huang Dong looked firmly at them and said to them: "Zi Wen, don't worry, we will not leave Xiehe Pavilion until our residence is repaired."
Hearing that Huang Dong said that he would not leave the construction of housing to his successor, Xie Qi was surprised and happy, knowing that Huang Dong had made the biggest concession.
Xie Qi immediately kowtowed to Huang Dong and said loudly: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."
"Zi Wen, you don't have to be like this. If you want to thank me, you should thank the little saint." Huang Dong hurriedly moved away, pointing his right hand in the direction of Chengdu, "This policy was formulated by the little saint."
Xie Qi nodded and led his clan members to kowtow in the direction of Chengdu, all of them grateful.
After watching them kowtow, Huang Dong felt a little strange and asked in confusion: "Xiejiazhuang doesn't have thousands of acres of grain fields. Why are half of them still shacks?"
"???????????????Because Xiejiazhuang charges 50% of the land rent, it is good for the little people to maintain food and clothing, and how can they have money to build houses." Xie Qi shook his head very sadly He lowered his head and said with a choked voice.
Huang Dong and others were stunned, their eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and their mouths were opened so wide that they could almost fit a duck egg in.
Huang Dong, Ren Huanghe, Hu Bo and others looked at each other, smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
Huang Dong, who woke up, swallowed his saliva, licked his dry lips, and asked with difficulty: "Didn't the land rent in the Song Dynasty all be 30%? Why is Xiejiazhuang's land rent 50%?"
"Of course there are people in Xiejiazhuang who get 30% of the land rent, but those are people with household registration," Xie Qi smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said sadly, "The little people are just black households, so they charge 50% of the land rent."
"Zi Wen, isn't there a government?" Huang Dong asked puzzledly.
"The government, the government is not about officials guarding each other. Xiejiazhuang said that they have people who are judges on Tongnanfu Road, and they are not afraid of suing the officials at all." Xie Qi shook his head miserably and said in pain, "Although the villain wants to sue the officials , and even more afraid of being arrested and put in jail."
Huang Dong sighed heavily and continued to ask: "Ziwen, 50% of the land rent, what if there is not enough food, especially in the past two years, the drought has caused a sharp decline in food production."
"In the face of natural disasters like drought, Xiejiazhuang's land rent has been reduced by 20%," Xie Qi shook his head in pain and said with a wry smile, "Although it has been reduced by 20%, it is still not enough to eat. Otherwise, how could the villain sneak over and ask the official I distribute rice and clothes."
"Zi Wen, what should you do if you get sick?" Huang Dong suddenly thought of a question.
"Sick?" Xie Qi smiled painfully and said as if he was resigned to his fate, "Xiejiazhuang still has a doctor to treat him. However, the doctor rescues young people and those with minor illnesses. Those who are seriously ill have to rely on their own luck to fight against it. If they can't resist, they can only I blame myself for my bad luck, so I can only die and be buried.”
"How long is that person's lifespan?" Huang Dong continued to ask, feeling extremely angry.
Xie Qi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "For people like Xiaoren who have difficulty in providing food and clothing, living to fifty is already a luxury. Many people die in their forties."
"It's true that Zhumen stinks of wine and meat, and the roads are freezing to death." After Huang Dong finished speaking, he spat toward the ground.
"Bah, bah." Ren Huanghe also spat bitterly, pointed at Xiejiazhuang, and almost jumped up and said: "What a farming and studying family is, it's just gold and jade on the outside, and ruins on the inside."
"Hypocrite, hypocrite." Hu Bo spat fiercely in the direction of Xiejiazhuang.
He asked with difficulty: "Zi Wen, why are half the people in thatched houses and the other half in shacks?"
He wondered in his heart whether some people are lazy and some are diligent.
But he couldn't say this, so he had to ask tentatively in a questioning tone.
"My lord, many people live in thatched houses in Chengdu many years ago, and many live in shacks less than a year ago." Xie Qi responded respectfully to Huang Dong and bowed.
Huang Dong nodded and waved to Xie Qi: "We want to see where you live, Zi Wen, and you will lead the way."
He already fully understands Zhangjiazhuang, but for Xiejiazhuang, he has only heard about it and has not seen the scene yet.
What to do if you don’t understand and are deceived.
"Zishui, go and invite Tian Ziming, the shopkeeper of Xiehe Pavilion in Zhaojiazhuang, to see where the refugees live in Xiejiazhuang." Thinking of this, he ordered Ren Huanghe.
Tian Liang and Zhao Jie arranged to cooperate with Huang Dong and quickly rode over.
After a cup of tea, they crossed the bridge and came to the ravine. What they saw in front of them surprised them.
