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Chapter 1127: Dividing the Land

Tens of thousands of people in Ji County looked at the fierce Turkic army around them, and then looked at the unknown Turkic emperor on the city wall. Although they were still alert, they fell silent after hearing his words.

Nonsense, who the hell is willing to do that? There’s just no other way.

They are all the lowest-level villagers, among whom only 10% to 20% are self-cultivating farmers, and most of them are tenants of various wealthy families and landlords. Every year, most of the crops they earn from hard work in the fields have to be handed over to the government, leaving only enough food for the family to sustain for half a year.

We will have to tighten our belts for the next six months and survive by picking some wild vegetables from the fields.

The rich are living in luxury while the poor are freezing to death on the streets. They are unwilling to accept this. Of course they are unwilling to accept this. Facing the overwhelming force, they are powerless. If they dare to resist, they will die. Unless most of them cannot survive, no one dares to show up.

I could only hate him secretly in my heart, but I dared not show even a trace of it on my face.

Shi Luodie saw that countless people were depressed, and said loudly: "This Khan led 300,000 heavenly soldiers to Ji County just to save you from the water and fire."

After saying that, Shi Luodie turned around and waved his hand. A team of soldiers carried over dozens of large boxes. Inside were all the land deeds and house deeds in Ji County, as well as the indentures of tens of thousands of people.

After Shi Luodie finished speaking, fearing that people might not believe him, he picked one at random and read it out: "This is a land deed from Tu'aotoudong Village, Nanliang Township, Siping Town, Ji County."

"There is a 30-mu field in Tu'aotou Dongcun, a medium-sized paddy field. The original owner was the Li Juetou family of Dongcun. It is located on the east bank of the river, bordering Xiaoliu River to the west, the village road to the east, the foot of the mountain to the north, and the field of Wang Da the blacksmith in the same village to the south."

"Because of the ninth day of the eighth month in the sixth year of Zhenguan, there was a locust plague and his mother was in mourning."

"Li Juetou's family borrowed thirty taels of silver from the rich man Zhou Dagui's house to handle the funeral and buy some rice. Later, because they were unable to repay, they used this land to compensate Zhou Dagui's family, and the whole family became tenants of Zhou's house, working on the land for Zhou's family."

"Parties involved: Li Juetou, Huang Sheng, the housekeeper of Zhou's residence; witnesses: village elder Wu Yingxiang, left neighbor Wang the blacksmith, right neighbor Liu the widow, relatives Li Juetou's brother Li Changshun and his family, middlemen and officials witnessed by Siping Town Dianshi Zhu Yiming and others, and went through the transfer procedures."

In ancient times, land deeds before paying taxes to the government were called "white deeds", and after being verified by the government and paying taxes, they were called "red deeds".

"This is the red deed."

After Shi Luodie finished reading, he waved the land deed in his hand and asked, "Have the Li Juetou family from Tu'aotoudong Village, Nanliang Township, Siping Town come?"

Tens of thousands of people in the city looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally, slowly, the crowd's attention focused on a corner on the right side. An old man in his fifties, surrounded by his wife, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and five or six children, was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

Shi Luodie waved to Zhuolibuhua beside him and said, "Bring their whole family up here, and also the village elders from Tu'aotou East Village."

Afterwards, a team of soldiers rushed into the crowd, and the people nearby hid away as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions. Those Turks were ferocious and vicious. There were only 60,000 to 70,000 people in total, while the Turkish army had 200,000. How could they resist?

Everyone could only watch as Li Jutou and his family were dragged to the city wall crying.

There were probably hundreds of villages for these 60,000 to 70,000 people, and Shi Luodie had no way to distinguish them, so he specifically ordered the village elders from these hundreds of villages, who were equivalent to the village chiefs in later generations, to be gathered together and kept at one end of the city wall.

At this time, a thin old man was brought to Shi Luodie tremblingly.

Shi Luodie handed over the land deed in his hand: "Mr. Wu, take a look, is this the contract you signed that year?"

Wu Yingxiang took it tremblingly, looked at it carefully, and then nodded and said, "To answer the Khan, it was signed by me."

Finally, Shi Luodie handed the land deed to Li Jutouer.

The old man was very scared at first, but when he saw the deed that determined the fate of his entire family, he burst into tears and knelt on the ground, holding the deed and crying bitterly: "Dad, it's all my fault. I made my whole family slaves."

"I'm dead, so be it, but my son will be implicated and will be deprived of freedom for generations to come. Am I guilty? Aaaaa. Aaaaa"

"woooooo"

Li Juetou's wife, son and daughter-in-law, and a large group of children all hugged each other and cried.

He was sad about the fate of his family and was frightened by the Turks.

Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of people under the tower were all sad, crying secretly, and everyone was extremely sad. Li Juetou was just a microcosm of ordinary people. Most of them had sold their land and themselves at a low price for various reasons in the past ten years.

From then on, they will be slaves for the rest of their lives, and their descendants will not be able to be freed.

"People of the Tang Dynasty, more than 80% of your land deeds, property deeds, and body sales deeds are all here."

Shi Luodie pointed to the dozens of large wooden boxes on the top of the city wall and said, "This is your lifeblood, the lifeblood of your ancestors and your descendants, don't you agree?"

"Yes" the muffled voices of tens of thousands of people came one after another.

"Bring me some fire!"

Shi Luodie roared, and a soldier came over holding a butter torch wrapped in cotton and linen. Then, in front of tens of thousands of people staring in amazement, Shi Luodie snatched the land deed of Li Juetou's family and held it to the torch. The raging flames quickly devoured the deed that could determine the fate of ordinary people.

"My people, what do you think? Should I burn these things that have bound you throughout your lives?"

Suddenly, tens of thousands of people were stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, their faces began to melt, and even showed excitement. Then you looked at me, I looked at you, and talked to each other, and finally someone asked loudly: "Really? Is the Khan really going to burn it?"

At the same time someone shouted, "Khan, burn it."

Slowly, the noise of tens of thousands of people merged into a wave of voices that surged to the sky: "Burn it, burn it!"

Seeing this, Shi Luodie smiled slightly and ordered the people around him: "Burn them."

A group of Turkic soldiers holding torches walked to dozens of large red painted wooden boxes and put their torches on them. After a while, flames rose up, and countless land deeds, house deeds and slave deeds were reduced to ashes.

After the burning was over, when tens of thousands of people looked at Shi Luodie again, although they were still repulsed, there were already tears and silent gratitude in the depths of their eyes.

They didn't know what the Turkic emperor wanted to do, but he burned the shackles that bound three generations of people, which made them feel a little good. In addition, after the Turks appeared, in addition to the casualties of some Han people during the siege,

The Turks did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. None of their relatives were killed, their property was not stolen, their wives were not taken, and their houses were not burned down.

This made them temporarily let down their guard and they were no longer so afraid of the Turks who were as ferocious as jackals, tigers and leopards.

Shi Luodie said loudly: "I have 300,000 cavalrymen. Now all the land in Ji County belongs to me. Now, I want to distribute it to you. You have 60,000 to 70,000 people in total, so I will count it as 70,000."

"Ji County has a total of 700,000 mu of land. I, the Khan, will give you 10 mu of land each."

"boom"

Tens of thousands of people under the city were in a frenzy. They looked at each other in disbelief. From ancient times to the present, the nomadic tribes from the northern grasslands had always burned, killed, and looted when they came south. Whenever they killed fewer people, they were thankful.

Now we have to divide the land among them, how is this possible?

Many people slapped themselves, wondering if they were dreaming. The pain on their faces, the hundreds of thousands of Turkic soldiers around them, and the majestic Khan on the city wall told them that all this was real.

For decades or even hundreds of years thereafter, the people of Fan Yang remembered that the ferocious-looking Turkic Khan on the city wall had given them the land for their survival, hope for the future, and relief for their descendants.

This incident also became a story of the future coexistence of the Hu and Han families, thanks to Shi Luodie's temporary actions at that time. In the future, when the grassland tribes moved south again, many nomadic tribes remembered this act of kindness and spared the people in the Fanyang area several times.

However, these are all things for later.

Immediately, Shi Luodie called over the hundreds of village elders and said sternly: "This Khan has kept his word. Now the land of Ji County will be distributed to all the people. You are all the elders of each village and are most familiar with the situation of your village."

"This Khan requires your cooperation to distribute these lands within ten days."

Shi Luodie's face turned cold: "If you can do it, give me a promise. If you can't do it, kill me!"

'Well'

A cold winter wind blew across the tower. Hundreds of village elders shuddered and fell to their knees: "We will respectfully obey the Khan's order."

"Okay, now do you have any questions?"

Shi Luodie said calmly: "If you have any questions, you can ask now. I don't want to hear about any mistakes you make in the future. If you do that, all you will have are scimitars and crossbows."

Hundreds of old men looked at each other, and finally one of them asked tremblingly: "Great Khan, this issue of dividing the land involves many details. Let me ask you, you just said that each person has 10 acres. Do children and the elderly count?"

"Humph"

Shi Luodie snorted coldly and asked murderously, "What do you think?"

The old man who asked the question quickly fell to the ground, trembling all over, and did not dare to look up and forward.

"I have already said that as long as they are human beings, from eighty-year-old women to infants, including paralyzed people in bed, even if they are still buried when you divide the land, they will be given ten acres. Do you understand?"

It is simple and crude, a one-size-fits-all approach that completely ignores details, but it is clear and understandable, as at least there is an implementation standard.

Everyone quickly responded, "We all understand."

(End of this chapter)