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Chapter 310: Dividing the Land

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    After that, it needs to be dried repeatedly before it can be placed in the granary.

    This back and forth process will take at least ten days.

    But what if we use a harvester?

    Those harvesters only need to circle the wheat field twice, and one acre of land will be harvested.  The farmer uncle only needs to hold the fish scale bag and wait for the harvester to dump the harvested wheat into the fish scale bag.

    It definitely saves manpower and material resources to a great extent.

    Standing in front of the endless fertile fields, Xia Yang looked at the registration book in his hand.  This is the list of refugees registered yesterday, which details the status of each household.

    At this time, Hao Shiwen came up and said: "Tuanzuo, I have divided these lands. When the time comes, just call each household's name and ask them to claim their land."

    As he spoke, he pointed to the number behind each household.

    The number of each household corresponds to the number of the land.

    Those who came to the land in front of Xia Yang were only some refugees.  Other refugees who were allocated land in other areas were arranged to the corresponding land to receive the land.

    Before announcing the land distribution list, Xia Yang first began to speak to the refugees.

    "Folks, you used to farm on your own land. But do those lands belong to the landlords? You were just employed by these landlords and were doing work for others." Xia Yang said loudly.

    When the refugees heard these words, they naturally felt the same.

    Although China at that time had broken away from the feudal system as a whole, in most areas of the country, the landlords and bourgeoisie still occupied the mainstream.

    So in most areas, especially rural areas.  Peasants were still employed by landlords and exploited by landlords.

    "That's right, but aren't we just working for others? I'm following you, Captain Xia, so I'm working for you! It's okay, Captain Xia, you are a good person, we will work hard!" A man with white beard and hair  said the old farmer.

    Xia Yang shook his head and said, "No, who told you this? Why should the land belong to the landlords? Why do you have to work for them? Do you have to give them food? This is not fair!"

    Those refugees were stunned. They had been enslaved for too long.  They didn't realize at all that the life they lived before was completely wrong.

    The class of landlords should not exist.  They should not be exploited like that by landlords.

    They should not be busy for a whole year and finally hand over the harvested food to the hands of the landowners.  The only thing left in his hands was the rations used to maintain his livelihood.

    "What's unfair about this?" The refugees still couldn't understand.

    Xia Yang doesn¡¯t need them to understand now, because they will know immediately why Xia Yang said that what they suffered in the past was unfair.

    Afterwards, Xia Yang started to call the names.

    "Chen Di, go to land No. 3 and let him take you there. From now on, that land will belong to your family. You can plant whatever you want, and the grain you harvest will also be yours. Just pay some agricultural tax." Xia Yang said  .

    As soon as he heard that he had to pay taxes, the farmer named Chen Di asked: "Then Captain Xia, how much do you have to pay? Half?"

    Xia Yang shook his head and said, "If I ask you to pay so much, won't I become a landlord? Just one-tenth."

    Hearing this, Chen Di was stunned for a long time, and then he realized what he was saying: "What? One-tenth?"

    Xia Yang said: "What's the matter? Is it too much?"

    Chen Di immediately shook his head and said: "No! Not much more, just right, just right!"

    After saying that, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face, and followed the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment and walked into the fields.

    The few acres of land over there will belong to him in the future.  No one will come to seize his land, and no one will exploit him. He can farm the land in peace and live a life that he could not imagine before in the ancient city of Mongolia.

    Standing on the ground, Chen Di suddenly knelt down.

    He buried his cheek in the loess.  In front of him is the wheat waiting to be harvested.  All these wheat will belong to him.

    He burst into tears, whimpering,Wandering in the countryside.

    After living for most of his life, he finally owned his own land.

    Seeing Chen Di's appearance, Xia Yang suddenly felt sad.

    These simple farmers really don¡¯t need much.  But even such a simple request cannot be satisfied in this era.

    They had to be displaced amid the flames of war.  Amidst the roar of guns and gunfire, they are looking for a way to survive.

    "Next!" Xia Yang loudly read out the name of the next person, who will also have his own land.

    With Xia Yang¡¯s shouts, more and more farmers are walking towards the land that belongs to them.

    Scenes like this are happening in the large farmland outside the ancient city of Mongyuan.

    These newly arrived refugees have all settled in the ancient city of Mongolia and have their own land.

    The work of land distribution continued until the afternoon.  In order to improve the food for these refugees, Xia Yang specially asked Liu Fudong to get two cows and five pigs from the pasture and slaughter them when night fell, so that they could eat meat for these refugees.

    In the square, these refugees, who no longer thought about their livelihood and food and clothing, sat together and feasted.  They ate beef and pork and drank the mellow broth.  Talking and laughing loudly.

    Some young people began to dance around the bonfire.

    The soldiers who had been helping these refugees in the past two days were also arranged by Xia Yang to have dinner with these common people.

    These young men also got into a group with the girls among the refugees.  A group of people gathered around the bonfire, singing slang songs, talking and laughing loudly, and were so happy.

    Xia Yang sat on the city wall, overlooking everything below.

    In his hand was a bottle of beer purchased from the Huangsha Baizhan System.

    While drinking, he giggled at the cheering refugees.

    No matter what, he felt relieved to see that these refugees who might have died in the war and migration were able to settle down here.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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