The Reborn Lady is Farming

  Lin'an is the capital, under the feet of the emperor, where there are the most powerful people, but it does not mean that the people are the most oppressed.

   Although the common people go out with a three-pointed care to watch people on the road, they are relatively light in taxes and contributions. After all, at the feet of the emperor, there is still some face-saving work to do.

   Therefore, most of the people here scold Qin Fang out of patriotism, and few people have really broken down and died because of his victims.

   But the south of the city is different. Sixty percent of the people in this area are refugees who were recruited after the war.

  Everyone has a hometown feeling. At that time, people felt that their hometown was their root, so they would not leave home easily, and would become refugees. Apart from other reasons, war and heavy taxes were the most important two.

   So to know how much the victims hate Qin Fang, the Chaliao in the south of the city is the best place to go.

  Many older middle-aged and elderly people gathered to look at each other and shed tears, condemning Qin Fang by recalling the miserable life more than ten years ago.

   And the young people in their early twenties who were sitting on the side also talked about their childhood with emotion.

   Thirteen years ago, they were still young and did not have the deep hatred of their elders, but their childhood sufferings were still deeply engraved in their hearts.

   Mu Yangling looked at the dozen or so prisoners, and seeing that they were all gloomy, he knew that it was not useless at all.

   Mr. Bai also followed her gaze, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he was moved with emotion. He had also used the strategy of understanding and reasoning. He had mentioned it from big countries to small families, but there was no such effect at that time!

   Mu Yangling saw that they were almost listening, so he put down the tea and left. This time they went to a restaurant in Dongcheng.

  Mu Yangling asked for a large box, pushed open the window, watched the stream of people below for a while, then turned to the dozen or so prisoners and said, "Come and have a look."

   They didn't want to go, thinking it was Mu Yangling's conspiracy, but the guards dragged the person directly.

   Qi Haoran and Lord Bai also opened another window out of curiosity to look out. What's so strange except for people below?

Mu Yangling pointed to the people on the street and said to them: "Look, the children on the street are all brought by their parents or grandparents. Look at the child, the child standing in front of the ice-sugar gourd with his fingers in his hands, do you think he is happy? ?"

   The faces of the prisoners are very heavy, of course they are happy, he just turned his head and glanced two more times, and pulled his father to pay for him to buy ice candied haws.

   On the street, the young father stuffed the candied haws into his son's hands and repeatedly emphasized, "I have no money, so I can't buy it in the future. Your mother knows she's going to be angry..."

   The young son nodded again and again, his eyes shining brightly, holding the candied haws in one hand and holding his father's hand firmly.

   There are many happy children like this on the street. At first glance, it is either a busy hawker or a buyer with his wife and children to lower the price. Although it is very common, there is a faint happiness.

   Ordinary people may not perceive this happiness, but feel it is trivial, but these prisoners are people who lick blood on the edge of the knife.

   Qi Haoran was also a man from the battlefield. He quickly understood what A Ling meant, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

   Lord Bai frowned and looked at the street for a long time, but he still couldn't understand the mystery. Just as he was about to ask, he heard Mu Yangling ask indifferently: "Everyone has parents, what about your parents?"

   The prisoners immediately woke up from their daze and said solemnly, "We are orphans!"

   "Why be an orphan?"

   "What do you mean?" The prisoners implied anger.

However, Mu Yangling looked at them calmly and asked, "Who said you were orphans? Why were you orphans? Your parents died, why did they die? Or did they throw you away? You are all healthy and boys. , why are you throwing you away?"

   The prisoners were startled.

  Mu Yangling turned out the window, looked at the pedestrians outside and asked softly, "Isn't Qin Fang your foster father, didn't he mention your parents and relatives to you?"

  The prisoners swallowed nervously. They thought it was better to leave now, otherwise they would be very uncomfortable.

   Yet the footsteps continued to be pinned to the floor and could not move.

   Mu Yangling continued to ask as if he didn't see their nervous expressions, "You are only in your twenties or thirties now, do you still remember your childhood?"

   Two or three prisoners shook their heads and said bitterly, "We were very young when we were adopted, and I don't remember."

   "That means you have been raised by Qin Fang since you were adopted? Then do you know what life the common people lived like twenty or thirty years ago?"

Mu Yangling said softly: "Taxes are increased every year. Later, when it was mentioned that it was impossible to increase the taxation, the tax began to be increased, the donation was increased, and the labor time was increased. After one year, 60% of the harvest in the field has to be handed over to the yamen. , and then after the autumn tax, there will be additional labor labor. They have thought about every tax item they can think of, and the remaining food is less than 30%. Except for the winter solstice and New Year's Eve, everyone can eat gruel on weekdays. At this time, people can't If you get sick, once you get sick, it will drag down the whole family, do you know how many people sold their children and daughters back then?"

"You think Qin Fang raised you, so his kindness to you is as heavy as a mountain, and you should repay it. You know it wasn't because of him that you became orphans." Mu Yangling pointed to the children below and said, "If at the time The big week is not controlled by Qin Fang, and your parents will have the opportunity to love you so much."

   The prisoners suddenly felt a pain in their hearts and stared at the people below.

Qi Haoran said solemnly: "In those days, many officials impeached Qin Fang, and those people were either imprisoned or beheaded by the whole family. The "Great Zhou Law" stipulates that unless there is rebellion, children under the age of eight will be exempted. , there were quite a few infant children in those adults' houses that disappeared for no reason..."

   Qi Haoran looked at the face of one of them and stopped talking.

   Lord Bai also went to stare at the man, his eyes gradually widened, "This, this is not similar to Li Wenyuan back then..."

   The faces of the prisoners suddenly turned pale, and Lord Bai stopped talking immediately.

   But at this moment, silence is better than sound, and the guards also stared at the man's face curiously, and then looked at the faces of other prisoners.

  Don't say, these dozen people are either assassins or bandits, but they don't have any bandit anger, but they are beautiful and handsome.

  The guards couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "This orphan is so good-looking? Should I also adopt one?"

  The prisoners also looked at each other, and their mood fluctuated sharply.

   Mu Yangling coughed softly when it was enough, then turned around and said solemnly: "Okay, I brought you out today just to let you understand that if you are wrong, you are wrong. Once again, Qin Fang will kill you!"

  Qi Haoran retorted weakly: "Qin Fang was not killed by me, but by the second prince who rebelled against the previous dynasty..." Why do you all blame me for his death?