(The previous chapter was wrong in mathematics, and it has been changed)

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"On the September of the fifth year of Yuanfeng, Bingzi, Yihai, the Marquis of Xi'an, Ren Hong, bought five hectares of land in the west of Bailuyuan from the King of Guannei, Fengguang, with a direct cost of 500,000 yuan, and another acre of house, with a direct cost of 100,000 yuan, and the money was completed on the same day."

"The field is bounded by big stones in the east, south, west and north, and its roots are native to the hairy things, all belong to Ren Hong. At that time, others were Ding Long, a mate in Gaoying Township, Baling County, Ding Yang, a lord in the field, and Guo Ping, the head of the pavilion, all knew that the contracts were made, and half of each wine were sold! Why is it true? Lead coupons six are the truth!"

The content of land transactions was carved by the village's penman with hardwood strokes on a rectangular lead plate with a side length of one foot and six inches.

This is the contract "lead coupon" required for the Han Dynasty to buy and sell large fields. After the engraving, the small characters must be drawn out with a red pen. After the operation is finished, he will give Ren Hong both hands.

On the other side, King Fengguang of Guannei received a total of sixty horse-shaped golden cakes. He claimed the crime to Ren Hong and asked the Minister to take out the small scale and weigh it on the spot.

After the weight was correct, the two men completed the contract by brimming the high fives and drank with three local town officials who were asked to be notaries.

Wang Fengguang is not fat, but his head is a little big and he looks fat. As for the one he was holding before, he was a cockfighting, which was obviously a master who likes to fight and ride.

After completing the contract, Wang Fengguang was still a little reluctant to leave this land. He took Ren Hong to the fields to confirm the borders from east to west, south to north and west, sighed and said, "In the future, this land and small house will be owned by the Marquis of Xi'an. This land was bought by my grandfather. It has made a lot of profits for my family in the past few decades, but it was sold in my hands. It's so ashamed."

Although I am selling my land, I still feel distressed.

Ren Hong was interested in this land that has been passed down under the name of a family for several generations, rather than just a merger recently, saving a lot of trouble. He also asked curiously: "Why are Brother Wang in a hurry to sell land?"

"It's not just to raise money to buy the deadly white deer skin coins."

Wang Fengguang was very helpless: "In more than two months, it will be the 1st century. In the sixth year of Yuanfeng, this is the twelfth year of the county magistrate's succession. According to the rules of three years, it is the turn of the princes, the princes, and the marquis of Guannei to recommend their jades to pay homage."

Ren Hong heard the Grand Honglu talk about his obligations as a marquis for an afternoon, and he knew that the three-year pilgrimage was a good day for the imperial court to kill pigs.

When Emperor Wu of Han started a war against the Huns, the country was insufficient. In addition to letting Sang Hongyang go to specialize in salt and iron, counting and reporting to the corrupt, the marquis who had been raising for more than a hundred years were certainly inseparable from being stabbed. Who made more than a hundred marquises at that time not care about their affairs? Don’t ask to join the army to attack Hu Yue? So Emperor Wu of Han, who was worried about money, made a ruthless move.

Under the guise of restoring the ancient ritual system, he used the white deer skin square ruler specialized in Shanglinyuan to make white deer skin coins. The princes, the princes, and the marquis of Guannei were not paid a grand ceremony every three years? They all had to carry jade bi into the temple. Emperor Wu of Han established a new rule: "The jade bi must be wrapped in white deer skin coins, and then it will be done."

This leather coin is not allowed to be made by itself, so it can only be bought from the court. So how much does a small white deer skin coin cost per foot square?

"Four hundred thousand!"

Wang Fengguang stretched out four fingers, felt only the pain in his flesh, and couldn't help but complain:

"A small leather coin actually costs 400,000 yuan, why don't you grab it?"

That's right, this is robbing, or robbing it directly. You know, the annual tax income of Qianhuhou is only 200,000 yuan. Some of the lords actually went to Shanglinyuan to steal white deer and make their own skin coins. There was a lord Zhang Shi, the marquis of Anqiu, who sat in Shanglin to steal deer in the fourth year of Yuanding. The country was eliminated and the city was finally the city.

So even though they knew that it was the court that killed pigs, the pigs could only bite the bullet and be slaughtered. Huo Guang continued this system and was reluctant to let go. The number of princes, marquis and marquis of Guannei was more than 200, and the family was 400,000, which was 100 million in three years!

"Not only do you have to buy white deer skin, but you also have to prepare the oxidation (zhou) and hand it over to the Shaofu."

Wang Fengguang calculated the account for Ren Hong: "When Emperor Gao and Emperor Wen, those who were less than a thousand households had only 4 taels of gold, and now they have increased to four kilograms. Compared with those pig coins, 40,000 yuan is a small amount per year, but it must be a gold of excellent quality. Otherwise, it may be exempted from the country because the gold is not enough and the sex is bad!"

So the ranking of the number of marquis households in the Han Dynasty is a pig killing list. According to the calculation, marquis of 10,000 households have to pay 400,000 yuan a year.

"Luckily, I haven't had a thousand households yet."

When Ren Hong was granted a title of marquis, he received three million yuan in money. Even if he bought land, he still had more than two million yuan left. He didn't have to worry about buying leather coins to make up the money.

But for ordinary marquis, they raise a large group of slaves, feasting and gatherings, personal entertainment, relatives' exchanges, funerals, marriages, and annual expenses are still very high. If they do not know how to operate the industry, the meat cut by the court in three years may be more than rent and tax. Therefore, the marquis who have been in trouble have already started selling houses and land just to maintain their last title. If even marquis are lost, they will become commoners.

Wang Fengguang said to Ren Hong, and expressed regret: "It's my fault. It was enough money, but a few days ago, I got into a gamble with people in Baling and lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, only half of it, but I couldn't make up the money for a while."

This guy is doing such a miserable situation. In this way, the 600,000 yuan he earned from selling land will not be left after the New Year. Ren Hong couldn't help laughing: "Who dares to chase Guanneihou to ask for debts?"

"Why don't you dare? Nabaling Du Xiji is known as the hero of Guanzhong. Local officials are all following, and their paths are wider than mine."

Wang Fengguang's family has been passed down for five generations and has been marginalized for five generations. Since his grandfather, he has not served as an official. Seeing the rise of the new military aristocrats, or the virtuous literature of Kanto made its fortune, even the heroes who moved into Guanzhong dared to bully them, they felt more and more eliminated, but they didn't know how to turn over.

Today he only felt that he had encountered the great fortune and met the hot Xi'an Hou. He was awarded the title of Marquis for his military merits in his early twenties. Is this Wei, Huo reborn? It is a must-have vector in the future.

That's why Wang Fengguang sold the land at the lowest price in Bailuyuan and wanted to talk to Ren Hong for a few more words. If he could curry favor with a real-powered marquis, his family might not have to decline.

Although Ren Hong's eyes remained in the fields, Wang Fengguang tried to maintain the topic: "Marquis of Xi'an, I understand now that relying on land rent and tax alone is not enough. You still have to learn from the Hou family in Fuping to manage the industry."

"What kind of industry does the Hou family in Fuping manage?" Ren Hong was careless.

Wang Fengguang's words were envious: "The Marquis of Fuping was respected as a Duke, but his family was very frugal. He wore coarse cloth clothes and raised 700 servants in Duling. All of them had skills, opened weaving rooms, and made things like Heroes (tis) and other things. In addition, his wife was good at breeding, and it was said that his family was richer than the general!"

Ren Hong was stunned. He Shi was just an ancient paper from the Western Han Dynasty. It was a coincidence that the Zhang Anshi family was actually making it.

In fact, when Ren Hong bought this land, in addition to using it as a cultivation base for exotic crops such as grass cotton, he also planned to build workshops and manage industries, not for personal wealth, but for greater ideals.

People like Wang Fengguang are not pitiful at all. These complaints are just groaning for them to be immersed in the fight against the cocks and thus missed the wave of the great times.

Although Ren Hong did not like Confucian scholars in Kanto, those Confucian scholars who were originally from poor families who gritted their teeth and studied the classics and changed their destiny by relying on culture were better than the nobles who lie on the fiefs of their ancestors and waited for death. The declined marquis rarely showed up for revival. After all, it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it was difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Ren Hong agreed with this system of killing pigs in the Han Dynasty.

At this time, he saw a few women in bad clothes on the White Deer Plain in the distance, bending over and searching for something with their children in the field that had already beaten millet.

"Mr. Xia, are they picking up the gills?"

Xia Dingmao, who was following behind, said: "I have picked up the ears long ago. Now there is not a single grain of millet in the field. I should be picking up wild vegetables."

Ren Hong nodded. Although the autumn harvest has passed and the wheat has been planted, farmers cannot be idle for a moment if they want to fill the family's stomach. According to the customs of the Han Dynasty, in September, they must harvest citrus aurantium, treat the farms, repair the Dou kilns, and make sunflowers and dried sunflowers to make some food in the cold winter.

These peasant women were bent over the fields and searching for wild sunflowers on the ridges. Even Guanzhong, which is rich and famous, the serfs who lost their land for various reasons were very miserable. They had to fill their stomachs with half of the food and half of the wild vegetables.

If they encounter a disaster year, they will become refugees who leave the land. The problem of people and land in Kanto is more important than that in Kansai.

Ren Hong glanced at Wang Fengguang and said intimately: "I have to start soon, and use foreign spice crops to kill these pigs and complete the original accumulation, so that we can make our career bigger."

So when Wang Fengguang invited Ren Hong to have a banquet in the other courtyard of Baling County, Ren Hong was not interested. He had to rush to work in the Dianfu Kingdom early tomorrow morning, so he had no time to drink with this down-and-out Guanneihou.

Wang Fengguang was not discouraged and found various reasons. When Ren Hong repeatedly refused, he was unable to refuse, he rushed to the doctor and stomped his feet and said:

"To be honest, a friend whom a cock-fighting cock recently lived in my house. He went up and down Wuling to visit Longmen and returned to Jingzhao to visit me. The reputation of Xi'an Marquis spread throughout the tombs in Guanzhong. He also heard about it and often told me that if he wanted to meet with the Lord and Marquis, his identity was extraordinary. I hope the Marquis of Xi'an would appreciate the glory!"

Ren Hong asked casually: "Oh? What do you call your extraordinary friend?"

"His name is Liu Bingyi, and he is the great-grandson of the Han Dynasty!"

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Chapter completed!