Lu Bu smiled faintly and said: "Isn't it the royal land in the world? Just take all the land into national ownership and distribute it to the people for farming!"
In the long agricultural society, land has always been the most important means of production and the most valuable asset.
The problem of land annexation is also a stubborn problem that plagues every feudal dynasty.
Towards the end of the dynasty, the phenomenon of land annexation became more and more serious. For decades or hundreds of years, the landlord families have used various means to occupy and annex the land in the hands of farmers. Eventually, the landless farmers were transformed into homeless tenant farmers. Every time there was a war or disaster, the people were in dire straits.
They had no choice but to rise up and follow the landlords in rebellion.
After the old dynasty was overthrown, rights and interests ushered in a major reshuffle, land was redistributed, and the people could live a stable life for a period of time, and then there was a new round of mergers.
Cai Yong said with a serious face: "Marquis Wen must still remember Wang Mang usurping the Han Dynasty..."
Lu Bu smiled knowingly, he knew what Cai Yong was worried about.
Of course he knew that Wang Mang carried out a series of reforms after establishing the new dynasty. The most important and fatal reform was the state ownership of land.
This kind of land reform, which was 1900 years ahead of its time, made many people laugh and call Wang Mang a "traveler".
Of course, the results were ultimately clear.
Wang Mang offended the big landlord class because of these reforms, and the privileged class, mainly the Liu clan, stood up to resist.
In the end, "Son of the Plane" Liu Xiu cheated all the way to defeat the "traveler" Wang Mang, and established the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Cai Yong then advised: "Those who win the hearts of the people win the world. Marquis Wen should still be cautious!"
Lu Bu smiled and asked: "People's support? I think that the only way to win the support of the people is to nationalize the land and distribute it to the people.
Although doing this harms the interests of those powerful people who have thousands of hectares of fertile land in their hands, it can make the poor people applaud!
How many gentry can there be in the world, and how many ordinary people are there? "
Cai Yong said: "The people's support cannot be simply measured by the number of people. The children of aristocratic families can respond to hundreds of calls..."
Lu Bu said: "I agree with this. Let's not talk about the distance, let's just talk about the Mi family. The family has fertile land and has nearly ten thousand servants and diners.
If I give an order to confiscate all the property of the Mi family, Mi Zhu will lead tens of thousands of people to resist if he gives an order, right? "
Although Mi Zhu knew that Lu Bu was just using him as an example, he still felt uncomfortable.
Lu Bu continued: "But if I say, after killing Mi Zhu, these fields and properties will be equally distributed among these ten thousand people for cultivation.
They no longer need to take advantage of the Mi family in the future, they only need to pay a certain amount of taxes, and I really do this, do you think they will follow Mi Zhu to resist me? "
"This..." Cai Yong pondered for a moment and asked: "According to you, Wang Mang's reforms should win the hearts of the people and be carried out smoothly. Why did he fail in the end?"
Lu Bu smiled and said: "I'm too anxious, I'm going too fast and I'm tearing my balls!"
Therefore, if we want to do it, we must plan it slowly and let the people know that they are the ultimate beneficiaries of this reform.
Let them not only not rebel with the powerful, but also help us implement reforms.
This requires strong publicity! We must let the common people know that they were not born to be cows or horses!
I will lead them to stand up and take charge, so that poor people all over the world can live a good life! "
Lu Bu became excited when he said this, stood up and said: "The tiller has his own land, the weaver has his bamboo, and the dweller has his hut! All landlords and reactionaries are paper tigers!"
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On the official road leading to Xiapi, Zhang Yi was walking leisurely on horseback with a thousand soldiers escorting hundreds of carts.
He really didn't understand why the lord Zuo Rong gave such good food to those mud-legged people.
I also don’t understand why the slings of copper coins are not used for enjoyment, but they are melted into copper water and cast into weird-looking Buddha statues. The statues are also plated with brilliant gold and put on silk clothes.
But he couldn't care about these things. He was just a part-time worker. He could do whatever the leader asked him to do. Anyway, he could enjoy the glory and wealth by working with Zuo Rong.
This time, a lot of money and grain were collected from Guangling. As long as they were transported back to Xiapi City, it would be another great achievement.
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw a group of people coming towards him from the opposite side.
Zhang Yi immediately became nervous and hurriedly stopped the advance of the large troops. He took off his spear from the victory hook and stood in front of the troops.
Seeing a young general riding a white horse and holding a silver spear approaching, Zhang Yi shouted:
"Hey! I am Zhang Yi, the Prime Minister of the State of Xiapi, under the banner of Zuo Rong. I have been ordered to return to Xiapi with rhyme grain and grass. Whoever comes here dares to block my way!"
The young general glanced at Zhang Yi and said, "Are you Zhang Yi? I am Zhao Yun under Marquis Wen! On Marquis Wen's order, I came here to borrow your food and grass!"
"Borrow... borrow food? This is the food I want to transport to Xiapi City!" Zhang Yi said.
"Xiapi City? Isn't Xiapi City under the control of Xuzhou? Marquis Wen is the shepherd of Xuzhou, can't he still borrow some grain from Xiapi?"
Zhao Yun said and gestured behind him: "Drive away all the carriages and horses!"
"Yes!" The soldiers behind him agreed and rushed forward to grab it.
"Wait! You..." Before Zhang Yi could say anything, he felt his eyes blurred as the spear in Zhao Yun's hand was pressed against his throat.
"Why, do you dare to disobey me?" Zhao Yun asked coldly.
"No...I don't dare, it's just...the food and grass were borrowed by General Zhao. I...how should I explain when I go back?"
Zhang Yi hurriedly leaned back.
The cold spear was chasing after him like a tarsal maggot, and it would pierce his throat with just a little force.
"Hmph! Are you deaf? When you get back, tell Zuo Rong that Marquis Wen lent it to him!"
Seeing Zhao Yun taking over the convoy and walking away, Zhang Yi spat on the ground and cursed: "What are you so proud of? I will report back to the lord right now!"
I hurriedly and slowly returned to Xiapi and found Zuo Rong giving porridge in Jingfan Temple.
Zuo Rong raised his eyebrows and asked: "Zhang Yi, why did you come back so soon? How much food did you bring back from Guangling this time?"
"Lord, I brought back a total of fifteen thousand stones of food and five hundred thousand dollars this time, but..."
"Huh? Just what?"
"On the way, I met one of Lu Bu's men named Zhao Yun. He said he was here to borrow food on Lu Bu's order, so he robbed all the money and food without any explanation!"
After hearing this, Zuo Rong couldn't help but became furious: "What? How unreasonable! How dare you bully me like this! This is money and food to honor the Buddha, and he dared to steal it! I..."
"My lord, do you want to send troops to attack Lu Bu?" Zhang Yi was still thinking of avenging the humiliation of being forced by Zhao Yun with a gun.
"Let's go! Come with me to Pengcheng to seek justice!" Zuo Rong said aggressively.
