Zhao Jun showed a relieved expression on his face and said, "The emperor has finally realized that if the Song Dynasty continues like this, it will be destroyed. This is a good thing."
"Forehead"
Zhao Zhen nodded guiltily, then said, "Let's go back to the palace first."
Everyone entered the palace.
They chatted and laughed all the way back to Chongzheng Hall.
Zhao Jun entered the room and glanced at the notebook, which was closed and placed on Zhao Zhen's desk.
Everyone sat down.
Zhao Zhen sat behind the desk, his hand unconsciously reaching for the mouse, but quickly realized something and retracted it. He then tilted his head and asked, "Grandson has been away for nearly three years. What have you gained?"
“It’s a great harvest.”
Zhao Jun sighed, "I used to think the people of the Song Dynasty suffered, but just reading history books made it hard to empathize with their suffering. But now, after spending so much time in the countryside and seeing so much, I finally understand how difficult their situation was."
He looked around and said seriously, "In the future, our new era is not rich either. Although we are the world's second largest economy, we have such a large population that it is impossible for everyone to have good conditions. People's lives have many unsatisfactory aspects, but at least it is difficult for people to starve to death. But now..."
At least 40% to 50% of the people of the Song Dynasty now lived on the brink of starvation. If a famine struck, countless lives would be lost. The small peasant economy was both tenacious and fragile. Its tenacity was that it supported the survival of the Chinese nation, but its fragility was that it could be extinguished at the slightest touch.
Everyone knew this, and everyone had a solemn expression on their face.
Lu Yijian said in a deep voice, "As Hanlong said, the Song Dynasty's productivity is insufficient, the localities are plagued by problems, and there is a shortage of money and food. Ultimately, we cannot guarantee that everyone can live and work in peace and contentment."
"It's not that we can't guarantee it, it's just that the conditions are too harsh."
"What conditions?"
“It’s very simple.”
Zhao Jun said expressionlessly, "Kill the landlords and distribute the land. This will completely complete a major reshuffle. Distribute the landlords' land to the people, and everything will be back on track."
"Forehead"
Everyone looked at each other, and even Zhao Zhen had an embarrassed look on his face.
In fact, they had heard Zhao Jun talk about this matter before when he mentioned the great man, or even if he did not mention land reform, they were not unaware of this truth.
Shi Dan, a minister in the late Western Han Dynasty, had long been aware of the seriousness of land annexation and proposed "limiting land and slaves", "distributing land", "suppressing annexation", etc.
But it came to nothing due to opposition from the powerful and interest groups.
The interest groups in the Song Dynasty are also huge now, especially the landlord class. If they really do that, I am afraid that the whole country will be in chaos in an instant, and landlords from all walks of life will rebel and revolt, and the Song Dynasty will be on the verge of collapse.
So this is obviously impossible to do.
“It’s really too harsh.”
Zhao Zhen coughed and then said, "Apart from this method, is there any other way?"
"We can only take it step by step. Once industrialization is complete, the land annexation issue will be resolved naturally. But for now, we can only patch things up and, under limited conditions, ease the increasingly acute internal conflicts."
Zhao Jun sighed.
In fact, he also knew that land reform was impossible.
But it doesn't matter.
In terms of productivity, it can be solved through industrialization.
The Song Dynasty's fleet actually set out to patrol America last year, and if all goes well, it will be back next year or the year after.
Even though crops such as corn, sweet potatoes, and potatoes have not been bred and their yields are not that high, they can be grown as by-products in marginal areas such as mountains, vegetable fields, and farmlands without affecting the main farmland.
This will indirectly increase food production.
After industrialization, a large number of rural people will be attracted to cities to engage in manufacturing and textile industries, forcing rural landlords to lower rents to attract population, which will naturally ease land conflicts.
Furthermore, while industrialization is unlikely now, it can promote the development of education. As long as we continue to promote mathematics, physics, and chemistry, we can probably focus on launching the first industrial revolution in a dozen years, laying a solid foundation for the future.
Even though Zhao Jun's knowledge of mathematics, physics and chemistry is limited to elementary school and high school, it is enough.
The rest.
Let's leave it to the next generation.
“Is there any specific method?”
Lu Yijian and others asked about the specific operation methods.
However, Zhao Zhen interrupted, "Well, our eldest grandson just returned and is exhausted. Stop asking questions. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"yes."
Everyone had no choice but to agree.
Zhao Zhen called Wang Shouzhong to ask about the time, and was told that it was already 3 p.m., so he suggested going to Yanfu Palace to sit for a while.
Now the Back Garden has become the residence of Zhao Zhen's concubines. Because he was afraid that the two children living in the Poison Palace would be affected in their health, he simply moved the harem to the Back Garden, and he usually lived there.
It would be inconvenient to discuss things in the back garden. The place in Yeonbokgung Palace is a bit small, but it has a large courtyard. It is no problem for everyone to sit in the house and drink tea, eat, and chat.
It was already the beginning of December, the dead of winter. There was no snow in Bianliang this year, but the weather was indeed cold, the trees were withered, and the leaves were falling.
Everyone moved to Yeonbok Palace, where charcoal fires had been lit, making the room as warm as spring.
After chatting for a while in Yanfu Palace, it was already the afternoon of You time. Zhao Zhen asked everyone to have dinner. It was getting dark, and everyone wanted to go back.
As usual, Lu Yijian and others said goodbye and left first.
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