Most of the people in Wuning Prefecture didn't have any direct experience of it.
After hearing Qin Mu's conversion, they did some calculations and suddenly felt that it was quite appropriate.
Immediately, some people became restless.
Anyway, they have a large family, so building a house here won't require that many people.
The upcoming drought and extreme heat mean it's time to stockpile food.
Since they've decided to settle here anyway, the corvée labor is only a matter of time.
Rather than not knowing where to store food, it would be better to send a few people from the family to work in the city.
If three people go into the city and work for ten days, they can be exempted from three days of corvée labor and will also be given fifteen catties of rice and flour.
What if we work for twenty or thirty days?
If we eat the rice and flour we brought back sparingly, it can last us for a while.
Qin Mu saw that although they were interested, no one suggested how to go down the mountain or how to sign up for work.
He immediately pressed on, saying, "The government will keep a record of anyone who goes to work and will give them a symbolic credit slip."
Even if Lord Fang is promoted one day, as long as he can produce a receipt and the records of the government office confirm that such a thing did happen, it can still be used.
Compared to other places where people are forced to perform corvée labor, I think we are doing quite well.
"If you register your household here and then decide you don't want to live here anymore, you can move down the mountain and find another place to live."
Upon hearing this, someone asked in confusion, "Brother Qin, you're saying that if Lord Fang is transferred away from here, the new magistrate will also acknowledge this kind of debt repayment agreement?"
What if he doesn't admit it? Wouldn't we have worked for nothing?
Anyway, Lord Fang has already left office, so how could he possibly care about us here? What's going on?
Qin Mu cleared his throat, brought up Fang Shizhong's identity, and said, "Brother, that's a good question."
I think you may not know what kind of person our Lord Fang is.
Do you all know who the Marquis of Zhenbei is, known as the number one killing god of our great Chu Kingdom?
Others present might not know, but Song Chongjin, who paid close attention to these matters, did.
Upon hearing this, his eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it the Marquis of Zhenbei, who guards the northern frontier and whose male family members, both legitimate and illegitimate, have all died on the battlefield?"
Qin Mu gave him a deep look, then nodded: "It seems that Scholar Song does know. Indeed, it is the Marquis of Zhenbei."
Originally, the Marquis of Zhenbei's family was very large, with dozens of people including legitimate and illegitimate children.
However, they always kept their mission in mind, and every male child would go to the battlefield after the age of thirteen.
In previous years, the Western Rong and Northern Di tribes were always restless and constantly wanted to move south.
The result of these frequent battles was that their sons were constantly dying on the battlefield.
At this point, Qin Mu untied the water pouch at his waist, finished the last sip of water, and continued:
"Now, the only male members left in the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion are our adult, his father, the Zhenbei Marquis, and a young nephew."
You may not know the relationship between the current Empress and the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence.
The Empress and the current Marquis of Zhenbei are siblings born of the same mother.
Our Lord Fang is the son of the current Marquis of Zhenbei, who is also the Empress's nephew.
If it weren't for the Empress's intervention to protect her family's bloodline, our lord would still be on the frontier.
It was because of the Empress that our lord abandoned his military career for a literary one, and after passing the imperial examination, he was assigned to this post.
I think, given his status, no foolish county magistrate would risk offending him, would they?
After learning Fang Shizhong's identity, Song Chongjin's hands trembled with excitement.
He never dreamed that Fang Shizhong's status would be so high.
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