I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Where is the root of the gentry?

Why in the past dynasties, those huge enemies were executed one after another in front of the courageous emperor, why only the gentry were so big that they could not move?
And not for a while.

But one, ten, or even a hundred lives.

In fact, the reason is very simple, the gentry is a relatively buffer class.

Imperial power and civil power, at a certain time, such as now, are in a situation of relative opposition. This is the reason why the gentry is big but not small.

As long as there is a conflict between imperial power and civil power, the gentry can act as a fence and fan the flames.

The imperial power needs to win over the gentry and let them help stabilize public opinion.

Why did the Sui Dynasty die?

It is because the gentry fanned the flames and turned the world against the Sui Dynasty——Although Yang Guang was violent, it is not impossible to find a corresponding figure in history.

A low-profile version of Emperor Wu of Han probably looks like Yang Guang.

But why no one opposed Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, but some opposed Yang Guang?
This is the root of the gentry, it is the reason why they jumped in front of Li Shimin's eyes, but Li Shimin had to hold back and couldn't touch them, he could only see Yin Xuan's attack.

Wang Gui looked at Li Shimin, and Li Shimin also looked at him.

An aging person, a person who is approaching old age but bursting out with a different kind of vitality.

Their eyes meet.

People, people of the world.

This is not only His Majesty's words, but I am afraid it will also become the foundation of the future Tang Dynasty.

Wang Gui's brain turned, and he wondered if there was a possibility to avoid this topic, and to let himself and the gentry avoid risks in this regard.

reject?

It is impossible to refuse.

He was sure that as long as he followed Li Shimin's words and admitted the matter, then Li Shimin would definitely agree, and then... pass on his words intact.

The gentry stood on the opposite side of civil rights.

At that time, the gentry will lose their most important roots, and also lose their support that is too big to fail.

He is thinking.

But Li Shimin didn't give him this chance, and smiled lightly: "It seems that Shu Jie understands righteousness, he is someone who understands me."

"But...you're right."

"How about this? Landlords and rich men can sell the land at the market price, and those who buy the land... have to plant a season of corn according to the thinning method."

"I will discuss with Mr. Zhengyang that the bank can provide low-interest loans to help them."

This move is even more murderous.

Sell ​​land?

This is tearing them down.

After Cheng Yaojin heard this, he became happy. He raised his neck and said, "Your Majesty, I think it's very good. Those fields under my hand can't be taken care of, and they will be ruined in my hands."

"We can't let them delay, Datang's verification of the thinning method is a big event."

"I'm the first one to sell the fields, and I choose honest men who are willing to work. I don't need them to go to the bank to borrow money, just write an IOU to me."

After the rough man finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and gave Wang Gui a meaningful look.

After Cheng Yaojin finished speaking, Fang Xuanling followed closely behind, also said the same thing, and then gave Wang Gui a meaningful look.

Yuchi Jingde, Tang Jian, the doctor from Cangbu—although Cangbe Lang didn't quite understand why everyone looked at Wang Gui like that, but since they all did so, he followed suit with a meaningful glance.

Wang Gui sighed secretly, his fists clenched a little.

Hasty!
Was taken by hand.

He nodded, and sang a little stiffly, it seems... I have to pluck a few hairs from my body.

This thing is finalized.

Next, what is to be discussed is the specific measures to be implemented. During the entire court meeting, almost nothing else was done, and it was all used for discussion.

In the end, it was finalized and tested in Jingzhao, Luoyang, Taiyuan, Xingyang, Juzhou, and Yangzhou.

Wang Gui's face turned dark again.

But he couldn't help it. He didn't know about Nongsang, so he could only let Li Shimin and the officials of the warehouse department fool him.

This is the first time he has suffered from being uneducated since he entered middle age.

This day is just the beginning.

It took another three days to discuss the details of various aspects. There is still some time before the summer planting, but it is not too urgent.

Temporarily, the Cangbu set up some more official positions, more than 100 people, large and small, they all need to learn the thinning method well during this period, and then distribute them to various counties and townships to personally teach those people how to use this method. Brand new method.

The imperial list was also posted.

In this regard, Li Shimin absorbed Fengchao's advanced experience, bought thousands of copies of this issue of the magazine, and promoted it in various townships and places.

The ordinary people looked at the officials who had been promoted to the fields in amazement, and then looked at the brand-new books that still smelled of ink, which was a bit unimaginable.

This…

How can magazines, which are usually read by scholars, have something to do with ordinary people like them who don't know a single word?

But it was related to farming, so they pressed their hoes and listened to the little official read a book.

Before listening to a few words, a violent man was about to hit someone with a hoe.

What nonsense he was talking about, he even wondered if this person was a real official, even if it was true, he would have to beat him up.

look...

What kind of bullshit is this talking about, let their farmers pull out their own seedlings?
Said it would help with labor, and was fucking killing himself.

It wasn't until the little official called Zhengyang Gong's name in an emergency that he escaped a head-on blow.

After hearing from the little official that this method was actually researched by Mr. Zhengyang, these honest peasants hesitated.

After explaining to them, the clerk hurriedly left the people who almost killed him, and rushed to the next scene. His task today is to popularize science with the peasants in this village.

On the ridge.

These few people frowned, they almost had a dry cigarette in their arms.

"Why, none of them said a word." The oldest old man said, stomping his feet in dissatisfaction.

A young man curled his lips: "What, what are you talking about."

"That's right, it's about the thinning." The old man shook his hand, pondered for a while, and recalled the wording of the official.

The young man shook his head: "I don't know, but... since it was made by Mr. Zhengyang, it should be more or less credible."

"After all, Mr. Zhengyang never harmed poor people like us."

The old man smacked his lips and sighed. That's what he said. He also felt that Mr. Zhengyang would not harm others, but... Pulling out the seedlings he planted by himself doesn't sound like a serious person would do it .

The young man paused, and hesitantly said: "If Grandpa doesn't believe it, let's go to Chang'an City tomorrow and ask Mr. Zhengyang."

The old man was taken aback and looked at his grandson in disbelief.