Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

【As soon as Lord Hou makes a move, he will know if there is one】

As of the beginning of July, the number of disaster victims gathered in Hanjialing has exceeded [-], and this does not include those young people who quietly "disappeared".

What is the concept of 1000 people?

Daning County has [-] villages under its jurisdiction, and each village has as many as [-] households and as few as dozens of households. The number of households entered in the household register is only more than [-], which is considered to be relatively large in the middle and lower counties.

Today, there are more than 1000 victims in Hanjialing alone, which must attract the attention of all parties.

Ye Fan couldn't think of so much, and he focused on planning how to build a mushroom house and how to open a wine shop.

Seeing this scene, Li Yao had to make a plan for him.

Coincidentally, the person who went to Daizhou to look for tea came back, but he did not find the buckwheat tea, but brought back more than a dozen sacks of buckwheat grains.

"Daizhou suffered a lot of famines, especially Yanmen. Except for the garrison army still guarding the city, the ordinary people had already left and went south to find their lives."

Li Yao had expected this situation.

He asked carefully about the situation in the counties along the way, and later came to the Yejia Cave with a bag of tartary buckwheat.

Ye Fan was sitting on the kang, holding scissors and gesturing on his head.

Li Yao's pupils shrank, and he hurried over, grabbing the scissors into his hands.

"What are you doing?"

"What is this for?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Ye Fan squinted at him, "Scared me. If I poke my face and disfigure me, you will be responsible?"

The young man's face was flushed, his neckline was slightly wet, and his half-length hair was damp, scattered unrulyly on his shoulders, as if he had just washed it.

Only then did Li Yao know that he was the one who caused an oolong.

However, Marquis Chang'an, who always wanted face, refused to admit it.

He put down the scissors with his usual expression, and said softly: "A sword has no eyes, don't hurt it."

Ye Fan was stunned to pick out a trace or two of concern from his obvious excuses, and immediately bared his small canine teeth, and snorted happily.

"Too much hair, and it's hot, just in addition to clothes, I want to cut off a section, loose and loose."

In this era, there is no saying that "the body and the skin are affected by the parents". It is not surprising to have a haircut at the end of the year and the beginning of the year.

A dream image appeared in front of Li Yao's eyes. The young man had short hair, fluffy and soft, with fair cheeks and bright black eyes, which was very pleasing.

He nodded, "Yes."

Ye Fan pouted, "I didn't ask for your opinion."

Although he was stubborn on his lips, he was a little happy in his heart—the ex-boyfriend must be thinking that no matter what hairstyle he wears, I always look the best!

Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth, picked up his hair again, and prepared to use the scissors.

The bronze mirror was blurred, and he got very close, poking the tip of the knife back and forth, almost hitting his forehead.

Li Yao was terrified, and finally couldn't sit still, raised his hand to hold the boy's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "I'll do it."

As he spoke, he took the scissors, picked up the wet hair, raised the knife and dropped it, and the slightly curly long hair fell into the palm of his hand, and then he put it back into his sleeve without any trace.

Ye Fan blinked, is this the end?

Li Yao sat back on the round stool and held the teacup leisurely, "Is it suitable?"

Ye Fan tugged at the ends of his hair that would hang down to his shoulders, and brought his hands to the top of his head, just enough to tie it up. The curly braids naturally bent into a ball, which was not much different from the previous bun.

Although it looked the same, it was much easier for Ye Fan himself.

He shook his head, rolled his eyes happily, "Your workmanship is good, Mr. Tony."

Li Yao couldn't understand his stalk, and drank his tea calmly.

He rolled up his sleeves, and there was a boy's hair there, he secretly rejoiced as if he had found a treasure.

Ye Fan fell on the kang, happy like a little fool.

Also really a little fool.

Enough laughing, let's get down to business.

"Those victims, how do you plan?"

Ye Fan said without hesitation: "If they are willing to stay, it would be great. Even if they are not willing, the wages these days are enough for them to buy some food and live for a while."

"If you stay, how do you arrange it?"

Ye Fan was startled, "Dig a cave?"

"When you leave, you have to report your household registration. Have you thought about whether you are a registered household or a humble household?"

Ye Fan blinked, "You, what do you think?"

Li Yao put down the teacup, "Although the vines have been planted, they still need to be taken care of afterwards, so that the fungus house, buckwheat garden, flour fruit tree, and sunflower field cannot be taken care of by the nearby farmers alone."

"If these people can stay, whether they are tenants or tenant farmers, it will be beneficial to you and Han Jialing."

Ye Fan opened his mouth, but couldn't come up with any rebuttal opinions.

So, he went to the old village head that day and told him his plan.

When the old village chief heard this, he was very excited.

If this happens, not only will the victims be able to settle down, but it will also be recorded heavily in the local chronicles. This is the merit of Ye Fan and the merit of the entire Hanjialing.

There was only one thing, he couldn't help hesitating, "According to Xiao Lang's intention, should he be classified as a tenant or a tenant?"

Li Yao had told Ye Fan about this in advance.

According to the household registration policy of Jin State, the population is divided into registered households and non-registered households, and registered households are further divided into registered households and non-registered households.

The so-called class households are ordinary civilians who pay taxes and serve in accordance with the law.

In contrast, non-class households are naturally the group of people who do not need to pay taxes and serve, including nobles and their relatives, officials, students, married women, and elderly people over 60 years old.

As for non-registered households, generally speaking, they mainly include three types of people—untouchables, Buddhists and Taoists, and military households.

As for the tenants, in this era, the situation is quite special.

Some tenants belonged to big landlords or private slaves of nobles, and were classified as untouchables; some tenants and landlords were in a purely dependent relationship, and they could freely lease land or withdraw the lease.

According to the situation in Hanjialing, it would be fine if there were only dozens or even hundreds of households affected by the disaster.

However, adding so many people in one go, not to mention whether the surrounding fields are enough, but just talking about the impact of this incident, will definitely be heard by Datian.

In this way, Han Jialing will become famous, and even Ye Fan, who initiated the incident, will come into the sight of the superior without any cover.

This kind of thing is a great honor to others, but it is a big trouble to Ye Fan.

Li Yao suggested that he gather these disaster victims into private tenants, in this way, all problems will be solved easily.

Ye Fan didn't intend to do this.

Helping the victims was originally a good thing, and he didn't want to turn a good thing into a bad thing.After all, not everyone is willing to trade freedom for ease.

"It's enough to report according to the class account. Please intercede with the county magistrate to see if we can share more fields."

When Ye Fan made such a decision, the old village head was both surprised and admired, and gave him a deep bow.

Ye Fan returned the gift solemnly.

When they got up again, the old and the young stood facing each other, and they all saw hope and determination in each other's eyes.

Hanjialing is about to leave a name in history.

***

The old village head called all the victims together and talked about it.

Ye Fan stood behind him, with his sleeves rolled up, his face solemn.

He clearly saw the expressions of the victims, only a small part of them were joyful or fortunate, and most of them were bewildered or even panicked.

Although they have left their homes, they still have hope in their hearts—one day they will go back, get their land back, rebuild their homes, and have children.

Even though their hometowns are poor, impoverished, and suffering from wars and disasters, they still regard them as their foundation, and the idea of ​​resettlement and resettlement is deeply rooted in their bones and blood.

Right now, some people even have bad thoughts, thinking that Ye Fan will force the enclosure of land like those unscrupulous nobles, accepting good people as lowly households.

The crowd became restless, and the way they looked at Ye Fan changed obviously.

At this moment, Ye Fan stood up, with sincerity and firmness on his young face.

"Although Hanjialing is besieged by poor mountains and bad waters, and the land is barren, it is not difficult to dig a few caves and get a few acres of land."

"If you are interested, you can report it to the village chief, and the county magistrate will decide. Even if you don't want to, you can leave at any time after receiving the wages, and no one will stop you."

In a few words, he clearly stated his position.

Hearing this, the victims calmed down a little, and then felt a deep sense of guilt in their hearts.

"No need to worry." Ye Fan smiled, still the warm and harmless young man, "You might as well think about it carefully, or discuss it with your fellow villagers. If you have a plan, just talk to the village chief."

In the next few days, the atmosphere in the village was obviously very different from the past.

There was less public communication among the disaster victims, but more private discussions. Everyone was watching in secret. Who went to the village chief's house today, and who took the initiative to talk to people from Hanjialing tomorrow.

Unknowingly, they began to consider Ye Fan's proposal. More and more people stopped thinking about leaving after earning a certain salary, but secretly thinking whether they could stay and become a part of this place .

Ye Fan's words are like planting a seed in the hearts of the victims. Just fill in the soil and pour some water, it will take root and sprout, and grow into a big tree that can block the sky and block out the sun.

July [-]th, Qiqiao Festival.

There was a loud sound of firecrackers from the pier, and a cargo ship as high as a two-story building slowly approached and docked at the newly built pier.

At that time, the disaster victims happened to gather by the river to throw adobes and prepare to build mushroom houses.Seeing this scene, the big and small foremen waved their hands and yelled with a smile: "Take a break and watch the fun!"

So, adults and children swarmed towards the pier.

There was only a sound of "clang", and the thick wooden boards were laid on the pier, and the shirtless men rushed down from the boat in high spirits, carrying big sacks half a person's height on their shoulders.

Counting back and forth, at least there are hundreds of bags.

Some of the sacks had holes, revealing sporadically white particles.

The curious child picked it up and showed it to the adults, "Mom, what is this?"

The woman shook her head, she hadn't seen it either.

Some old people inexplicably thought of something, "This is white, I'm afraid it's not polished rice?"

The man carrying the sack heard this, and grinned, "My old man is right, it is indeed refined rice."

Everyone gasped, how much would it cost so much refined rice?

After the rice was moved, many people came out of the manor and moved big boxes from the boat.

Those who are bold can't help but ask: "What is this?"

"tea!"

Ho!This is more precious than rice!

Immediately afterwards, there were several boxes nailed on bamboo boards, the styles and sizes of which were very different from the previous ones.

The housekeeper stood on the pier and raised his voice to order: "These boxes are afraid of water, so they need to be opened, checked before moving in."

So, the men pried open the bamboo boxes one by one, and the waterproof tarpaulin was removed, revealing stacks of thread-bound books.

The victims were puzzled, "Why are there still books?"

The housekeeper said with a smile, "Isn't the school going to open? Buy some books in advance and prepare them for the dolls."

Open school?Also send books!

The victims were all stunned.

Ye Fan stood on the west slope, the smile on his face could not be suppressed no matter what.

Usually, when the Li family's cargo ship sails into the pier, is it not quietly in the middle of the night?

This time, Piansheng will light firecrackers with great fanfare.

He knew that this was the "water" and "soil" brought by Li Yao.

specially brought for him.

Ye Fan looked towards the attic of the Li family from a distance, and he knew that the person he wanted to see was standing there right now.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at him.