The sun was orange and red.
He fell towards the western mountain peak.
Hundreds of pots had already been emptied, but the eyes of the commoners were still drooling.
Yan Chuan stepped onto a platform made of a few stones.
Below.
The commoners had already gathered.
"Pa!"
Yan Chuan clapped his hands and said with a gentle smile,"Everyone, the yield per mu of this grain is astonishing. Once it is promoted, the people of the four counties of the Northern Liang will no longer be hungry. What do you think of the taste?”
"General Yan, it's an item from the sky!"
A white-haired old man said angrily.
"Too fragrant, too sweet!"
"If the common people planted this in every household, no one would starve to death anymore!”
"I beg the Marquis of Beiliang to give this to the people of the four counties as a spring seed. We will accept the increase in taxes!”
"The Marquis of Beiliang is truly an extraordinary person. He has the help of a deva…!”
The commoners fought to be the first to shout and shout, wishing they could finish saying the good words they were best at in their lives.
"Hey!"
Yan Chuan suddenly sighed and said,"The yield of potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes, and wheat is astonishing, and we don't pick fertile soil. The four counties of Northern Liang have a large area, but there are very few people.”
"This…!"
An old man fell silent.
The four counties of the Northern Liang took up a lot of land, and there were indeed many good places that were empty.
"Hmm?"
Yan Chuan winked at Jia Xu, who was joining in the fun.
Jia Xu instantly understood and shouted at the top of his voice,""Lord Marquis, if I write a letter asking my good friend to move to Northern Liang, will you give me seeds and open up wasteland?”
"To the fields?"
"Grain seeds?"
Guo Fu's acting was exaggerated as he shouted," General Yan, this plant doesn't need fertile soil. Just planting it anywhere can produce such a shocking yield per mu. If you really give us grain seeds and let us outsiders open up wasteland, I will bring 300 men from Guo Family Village over tomorrow!"”
"Granted grain seeds!"
Yan Chuan's face darkened.
It seemed that he was reluctant to part with them. He looked at the people who were filled with anticipation.
At this moment, Xun Yu pushed through the crowd and said respectfully,""General Yan, the four counties of the Northern Liang are vast and sparsely populated. If there are really people migrating here, it is reasonable to form villages and open up wasteland. As for the grain seeds, we can allocate them first. After the harvest, the people can use the grain to return it or exchange it for the next year's grain seeds!”
"Lord Marquis, please show mercy!"
A middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot.
He had been invited by his nephew to come from the border of Anding County.
Xiliang was suffering. Dong Zhuo raised tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. The taxes were getting heavier and heavier. The people hid in the mountains and did not dare to appear in the village.
Beiliang gave them land and grain seeds. If the yield per mu of the land they planted was the same as today, they would be able to eat their fill even if they had to pay 30% more taxes.
"Lord Marquis, please show mercy!"
Countless citizens prayed and shouted.
Some of the Xi Liang citizens who were oppressed by Dong Zhuo even knelt on the ground.
"Pa!"
Yan Chuan stomped his feet and said fiercely," Fine. If there are really outsiders moving to the Northern Liang, I will make the decision to plan the village for you, allocate fertile land, and even let the Northern Liang Manor purchase the seeds. After three months of harvest, you can return them to the Northern Liang Manor!"”
"Lord Marquis, this is a great kindness!"
"Yan Jiang's Saint Heart!"
The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Yan Chuan quickly walked down the stone platform and helped the middle-aged man up. He said in a deep voice," I know about the hardships of Northern Liang. The emperor has given me the four prefectures. The Northern Liang Prefecture wants to abolish the household tax, population tax, change tax, and fodder tax. We will only take the land tax from Northern Liang. The land tax will be reduced to 50 per cent. I hope that everyone will work with me to build a prosperous Northern Liang and let everyone in Northern Liang be happy. Every family will have food and meat for every meal!”
"Lord Marquis, you can't!"
The old man's eyes were red. He said excitedly," With this tax reduction, the people of Beiliang will prosper. But how will the Marquis answer to the Emperor? How will he deal with the annual taxes to the imperial court? If the imperial court changes the Marquis of Beiliang, won't we go back to the old days?"”
"Old man!"
Yan Chuan waved his fist and said firmly," I have made up my mind. As long as everyone in the Northern Liang has food, we can develop animal husbandry and trade with the Western Regions. We can sell cattle, sheep, pigs, and horses. By then, the Northern Liang Prefecture can also pay taxes to the imperial court. We can farm and raise livestock together!”
"Lord Marquis, this is a great kindness!"
"This old man will raise a few more sheep when I go back!”
The old man's expression was excited. You treat me like a national scholar, I will repay you.
The Northern Liang Manor had issued such a good policy for them, how could they dare to slack off?
"How old is this old man?"
Yan Chuan asked as he supported the old man.
The old man took two steps back and said uneasily,"I'm poor and lowly. Don't dirty the Marquis. I'm sixty-two this year!"”
"Wen Ruo!"
Yan Chuan shouted.
"General Yan!" Xun Yu said respectfully.
Yan Chuan took a deep breath and said," Counting the number of elders in the Northern Liang who are over 60 years old, the local officials must visit them every year at the end of the year and during festivals. Every year, they will allocate two mu of grain seeds for free to the families of the people who are over 60 years old!”
"Here!"
Xun Yu said respectfully.
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