Transmigrated into the body of Zhu Yunteng, the grandson of Zhu Yuanzhang, he is unwilling to accept a tragic fate for himself and begins to find ways to build power and prepare for rebellion.
<...Here's what we'll do, Zhang Daniu. This field was originally yours. And the grain was originally mine. Why don't you go back to farming this field and help me take care of the grain?
When the harvest is plentiful, you will harvest it, and all the grain will belong to me. However, since I used your land, one-tenth of the grain will be given to you as a gift. What do you say?
Zhang Da Niu opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he just sighed.
Because he knew that if he continued to argue, it would seem that he was still in the wrong, and it would be pointless.
It's a pity that although the fertile land is large, one-tenth of the grain is not enough to feed a family, let alone Zhang Daniu himself, and probably wouldn't last long.
But what can we do then?
I'm not good with words to begin with, and after that official's explanation, I ended up in the wrong.
Now it's become that this Zhao the Great Philanthropist is doing good deeds and helping himself.
What else can I say?
So, Zhang Da Niu could only sigh and say helplessly:
"In that case... that will do..."
At the entrance of the yamen, Zhu Yunwen's face darkened:
"What a philanthropist Zhang and the county magistrate! Through their machinations, they've managed to turn people who originally owned land into tenant farmers, despite the clear prohibition against it..."
Zhao Qingzhu, standing to the side, looked completely bewildered, still not understanding what was going on.
The county magistrate above smiled slightly and said:
"Zhang Daniu, this Zhao Dashan is truly a great philanthropist in this area. He's willing to share some of the grain he planted with you; that's more than enough kindness for him. Shouldn't you thank him?"
Zhang Daniu felt incredibly bitter. He felt that there was something wrong with this whole thing.
But he couldn't figure it out, or even put it into words, what was wrong.
All I can say to Zhao the Great Philanthropist is:
"Thank you so much, Mr. Zhao..."
The philanthropist Zhao shook his fan and said:
"Don't thank me yet. There's one more thing we need to clarify. By suing me and putting me in this courtroom to confront you, I'm suffering damage to my reputation and finances."
So it seems that the portion of food I promised you before can only be offset by this?
Zhang Daniu was stunned. What happened? The grain that was supposed to be his was gone too.
He stood there, stunned, and carefully examined the situation. His land had been taken over and planted with crops.
They came to seek justice themselves, but ended up thanking the other party in the end...
That's fine, but in the end, I didn't get anything in return. Wasn't it a waste of my thanks?
Ironically, there's nothing wrong with it.
Even the many onlookers outside didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it.
But Zhang Da Niu is truly helpless; this problem seems to have no solution.
However, at this moment, Zhu Yunwen, one of the onlookers outside, couldn't stand it anymore.
Isn't this bullying honest people?