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However, things are unpredictable. In the troubled times, who dares to say that he is sure to win? Gao Yingxiang, Li Zicheng, and Zhang Xianzhong are all the strife of this era and will soon sweep the whole country. The Tartars outside the pass are even more powerful opponents. Compared with Li Zicheng and others, Huang Taiji is the real opponent. The Later Jin Dynasty was also out of a strong rise period. Their system, their courage, and their entire nation were soldiers, which gave this nation a strong combat power. It is not possible to defeat the Tartars by saying it.

I saw Master Mao San suddenly stood up and shouting to Zhang Zhun: "Yulin, we are very grateful for what you have done for us all! We all admire you if you didn't say anything! We all unanimously recommended you as Qianhu, Fushan District, and please continue to lead us all to live a good life!"

The old man Chen Guoxi also stood up and said loudly to everyone: "Brothers, we now have fields, identities, and hope! All of this is brought to us by Yulin! We cannot forget our roots as human beings! Only by letting Yulin be a thousand households can we have a better life! Do you think so?"

The military households below were already excited, and when they were incited by the two old men, their emotions became even higher and they shouted in unison: "That's right, only if Yulin comes to be this Qianjia, we can have a good life! Yulin, we recommend you as the new Qianjia!"

"Yulin! Qianhu!"

"Yulin! Qianhu!"

"Yulin! Qianhu!"

...

Everyone shouted loudly.

Someone stood up and clapped his hands rhythmically, and the applause became louder and louder.

Everyone kept shouting and clapping their hands, the roars higher and higher, and the applause higher and higher, the entire training ground seemed to be boiling. The faces of each military household were red, as if they were drunk. Fortunately, there was no roof in the training ground, otherwise it would have been overturned long ago.

Liu Hang whispered to Zhang Zhun: "Yulin, the people's hearts are available! Look at everyone's support and love for you! I sincerely recommend you to be a thousand households! No one except you can be competent for this position!"

Wang Mingyu nodded and said, "Yes! Yulin, you can just build this thousand households! Only when you build this thousand households can you continue to lead us all to live a good life!"

Hou Shanping also said: "That's right, the people's hearts can be smooth and irreversible!"

Zhang Zhun said with a smile: "It feels like I rebel to be a thousand households?"

Wang Mingyu smiled and said enthusiastically: "Nonsense! Who would say that? Without your leadership, what can they get? They can't even fight against Yang Kun! They still hope to have land and land, and to abolish the identity of military households? You also know that if we control the Fushan Institute now, we have to establish a governance organization, right? It is impossible that there are no governance organizations! After all, there are thousands of people in the Fushan Institute. If there is no effective governance organization, do you want everyone to make a mess? If you think the original organization is easy to use, then apply it! If you come to be a thousand households, you will support the storefront first!"

Liu Hang also said: "That's it! Yulin, you can only do this thousand households! If you don't do this thousand households, who is qualified to do it? If others do it, I, Liu Hang, will be the first to be dissatisfied! The officers and soldiers will definitely have to counterattack. If you don't gather everyone together, how can you resist the counterattack of the officers and soldiers?"

Zhang Zhun naturally understood the truth. He actually did not resist the title of Thousand Households. Thousand Households only had a thousand households. What's the big deal? No one stipulated that rebellion could not be called Thousand Households. Fushan District did need to establish an effective governance structure. Otherwise, how would the land of thousands of square kilometers and the population of thousands of people operate? How to organize? How to control? In fact, except himself, who dares to take on this thousand households? Who has the ability to take on this thousand households?

When the breaking is constantly, it will cause chaos.

His nature does not like the hypocritical and surrendering style. Since it belongs to him, he will bear it openly.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Zhun stood up and gestured to everyone to calm down. After the military households recovered from peace, Zhang Zhun said cheerfully and loudly: "Since everyone is loving, I'll be this thousand households... I'll do it!"

After a slight pause, Zhang Zhun continued to say loudly: "Believe that I, a thousand households, will definitely let everyone live a better life!"

"We support the New Thousand Houses!"

"We support the New Thousand Houses!"

"We support the New Thousand Houses!"

...

Waves of shouting echoed over the training ground again with excitement.

Zhang Zhun couldn't help but mutter in his heart, is this really the Ming Dynasty? Why does it feel like the hotness of the Red Guards era? It may even be even more popular than the Red Guards era? But he didn't know that the Fushan Site is indeed much hotter than the Red Guards era.

The Red Guards were just spiritually confused at that time. Now the military households have gained real benefits! The benefits they obtained were particularly valuable at this time and no one would be willing to throw them away. All the military households understood that if they snatched the fields from others, how could others give up? Maybe now the officers and soldiers are planning to counterattack the Fushan Site.

If the officers and soldiers re-occupied the Fushan District, the outcome of these military households can be imagined. They who had just obtained the land would rather die than hand over the fields they had obtained. At this time, Zhang Zhun was their pillar, and Zhang Zhun was their backbone. They believed that as long as Zhang Zhun served as the thousand households, they would be able to successfully block the officers and soldiers outside the Fushan District.

"Yulin, the villagers have completely recognized you."

Liu Hang said with a smile.

"I feel deeply honored and stressed."

Zhang Zhun said honestly.

The passionate cheer lasted for half a cup of tea before gradually dissipating.

Zhang Zhun immediately announced the end of the meeting and convened several backbones of Shengxia Zong to join the Qianhu Official Office to discuss matters.

The former Qianhu Official Department has naturally become the place where Zhang Zhun handles government affairs. Several backbones of Shengxia Zong also handled affairs at Qianhu Official Department. Zhang Zhun's first priority after entering Qianhu Official Department was to inquire about the land lottery. After discussion, he decided to draw lots tomorrow morning, that is, the ninth day of the fifth month of the seventh year of Chongzhen, and to distribute the land to everyone.

That night, Zhang Zhun went to visit the injured Yang Qianqiang and other wounded people. He found that there was no major problem, so he felt relieved. The funeral of the sacrificed soldiers and the celebration of the meritorious soldiers had no time to hold. The most important thing now is to divide Mintian and Juntian into everyone's hands. This is the most critical step and you can't delay it for a day. The soldiers in the guard team were also very concerned about Tiandi. Zhang Zhun also slept in the military camp that night.

The military households in Fushan Institute were basically so excited that they couldn't sleep that night. Someone arrived at the training ground very early and occupied the best position. Yang Kaide, Chen Guoxi, Mao Sanye and other elderly people came to the training ground early and occupied the front position. The three old people were all out, and others were even more moved. As a result, before the dawn had appeared, two or three thousand people had gathered in the training ground.

The next day was the ninth day of the fifth month of the seventh year of Chongzhen. Before dawn, all the military households had arrived. Thousands of people were crowded on the training ground, and the scene was very spectacular. The soldiers of the guard team were dispatched to maintain order on the spot. Compared with the hustle and bustle of yesterday, today's training ground seemed particularly quiet.

Zhang Zhun also arrived at the training ground very early.

Several wooden boxes were prepared on the parade platform, and the fields were marked in the wooden box. The numbers he drew were as many as he could. Wang Mingyu, Liu Hang, Hou Shanping and others were all responsible for presiding on the draw ceremony on the parade platform.

At the time of Chen, Zhang Zhun came on stage to announce the official start of the lottery ceremony.

The first person to go on stage to draw lots should be No. 1.

"Come on No. 1!"

Wang Mingyu, who was in charge of the lottery ceremony, shouted loudly.

There is no response below.

Military households look at me, and I look at you, but they don’t see the shadow of No. 1.

Wang Mingyu repeated it twice, and that number one has not appeared yet.

Zhang Zhun walked to the stage and shouted: "Which one is number one? Come up and draw lots quickly! What is mother-in-law and mother doing? Do you want fields? No. 1, who is number one? Come up immediately! If you don't come, it will be invalid!"

The next thing is still a cold situation.

Military households look at me, I look at you, many people are checking the labels on their hands, but they find that they are not No. 1. Someone quietly sighed that this No. 1 is really a god, and he doesn’t even want fields. What is everyone’s life and death for? Isn’t it just for a few acres of land?

Zhang Zhun was a little angry and was about to scold him, asking the other party not to waste time when he suddenly heard Yang Yinghan's voice coming from afar: "Yu Lin, No. 1 is you!"

Zhang Zhun was stunned.

Damn, is me the number one?

The military households below were also curious and funny, and their eyes fell on Zhang Zhun.

No. 1 is actually Zhang Zhun? Isn’t this a joke?

Zhang Zhun looked through his military uniform pocket and indeed took out a piece of paper from it. It was indeed No. 1. It turned out that when Wang Mingyu was responsible for assigning the lottery order, he gave Zhang Zhun No. 1. However, this guy was also cares about his head and was probably busy and forgot whoever was No. 1. But then again, he was really busy today. If he hadn't been too excited, too happy, or too excited, he would have been unconscious in a certain corner.

"Since I am number one, I will take the lead in drawing lots!"

Zhang Zhun quickly reacted, shook the paper in his hand towards everyone, and said loudly.

He came to the wooden box and reached out to take out a piece of paper from it.

Wang Mingyu took it and announced loudly: "Yangjiatun, Jia No. 223."

Zhang Zhun asked in confusion: "Where is this?"

Wang Mingyu said that he didn't know, so he hurriedly looked through the account book. After reading it, his expression was a little weird and whispered: "Sir, you are not very lucky. You have drawn a relatively distant land."

Zhang Zhun said as if nothing had happened: "It's okay."

He drew bad fields, proving that the draw was indeed fair and no one said anything. If he drew a too good field, the military households might wonder if there was something wrong with it.

Wang Mingyu announced Zhang Zhun's lottery results and then gave the yellow deeds to Zhang Zhun. All the original deeds had been burned, and these deeds were newly drafted, indicating the location, size of the land, name of the head of the household. The deeds of the Mintian were yellow, while the deeds of the military deeds were red. What Zhang Zhun had now received was yellow deeds.

Some of the military households below are familiar with the fields of Yangjiatun No. 223. When Zhang Zhun draws this number, he can't help but whisper, and feels quite regretful. Most of the fields of this number are near Laoshan, most of them are dry land, and the crop yield is not high. There are often mice that bite off the crops. The harvest is really small throughout the year. Although some compensation is made, in the eyes of military households, it is still a relatively poor category.

Now that even Zhang Zhun has drawn such a field, everyone naturally believes that drawing lots must be fair. If you draw Zhang Zhun like this, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck. But then again, no matter how bad the field is, it will not be much worse. As long as you cultivate carefully, the harvest will still be very promising. There are ways to exterminate mice, the key is whether you are so thoughtful.

Zhang Zhun shouted: "Friends, Zelin has been as fair as possible about drawing lots and dividing land. The fields are measured by everyone themselves, and everyone is present when they are divided. Therefore, every field is basically the same. Since I, Zhang Yulin, have drawn No. 223, it is No. 223. From now on, this land will be mine. Don't rob me! Otherwise I will beat him!"

The military households in the audience burst into laughter.

With Zhang Zhun's small episode as the beginning, the lottery ceremony followed was very smooth. From the second day to more than 6,000, all the lottery was completed in one day. After getting their own fields, the military households were so excited that many people immediately ran to the fields to inspect their fields.

Because when the previous section was marked, the military households were involved and as fair as possible, they would not complain at all. Some were just the joy after obtaining the land. Of course, some people expressed sympathy for Zhang Zhun's luck. For example, Peng Bo and Peng Bo definitely drew the lottery. At the same time, the one who drew the lottery and the injured Yang Qianqiang were also a little comfort.

The three hosts finally draw lots. As a result, the fields they draw were not very good, with most dry land and wild animals appearing. Liu Hang couldn't help but complain, saying that Zhang Zhun had bad luck. Zhang Zhun rolled his eyes at him. Finally, four people who were in the same fate and agreed to discuss and decide that if there was a similar lottery next time, Zhang Zhun must not come first. His luck was too bad and it also caused the luck of others.

It took a day to finish the lottery and divide the land. The next thing is to work more detailed. For example, inserting wooden signs into fields in various places to indicate the owner's name so that no one can make mistakes. Seeds and animal power must also be allocated, water conservancy repairs, road repairs, etc. This series of work is very cumbersome and very complicated. Obviously, Zhang Zhun had no time to take care of these, and he handed them all over to Wang Mingyu and Hou Shanping for operation.

The fields that Zhang Zhun drew were also thrown to his future wife Yang Yinghan to deal with. The fields that Yang Yinghan drew were not good or bad, and half of them were paddy fields and half of them were normal. The best fields that the Yang family drew were Yang Lingxue, who had obtained the most fertile paddy fields in Yangjiatun. Looking at the number in her hand, the little girl kept pursing her lips and smiling. Yang Ruifeng's luck was as bad as Zhang Zhun, mostly dry land, and wild boars and weasels were around. Fortunately, he and Zhang Zhun did not need to rely on the fields to eat, otherwise, the two of them would have to spend countless energy just to sort out the fields.

In fact, Yang Yinghan herself was busy counting the assets left by Wang Shixin and had no time to build the fields. She was all handled by her family. Huang was assigned to the fields and her heart was no longer on Jingyan's side. She went to work in a hurry. She especially liked farming. Standing on her own fields, she felt at ease. Although the old man did not understand the great truth, he used practical actions to illustrate a great truth: in troubled times, food is more important than silver.

Xue Zhidie and Xue Ningying also had a lottery draw. The fields drawn by the two women were similar to Yang Yinghan, and they were not considered good or bad. The only coincidence was that the fields of the two women happened to be next to Yang Yinghan, and they should be able to farm together in the future. However, the two women definitely would not be able to farm by themselves. Where did they have any technology? Even if they had that technology, they did not have the ability.

Fortunately, when the rules were formulated, Zhang Zhun and others stipulated that the land should not be bought and sold or transferred, but could be rented to others for cultivation. As for what kind of rent is charged, someone would take over the cultivation, it was negotiated by both parties. Anyway, Zhang Zhun’s own land should not be worryed about, and everything should be left to Yang Kaide to handle.

The pirates under Yang Guohua also participated in the lottery. No matter what kind of field they drew, they were already very happy. This was the first time they had their own fields after they came to this world. They had no relatives in Yangjiatun and could not cultivate the fields themselves, so they had to rent them to others to cultivate. Despite this, they were already very happy.

That night, Zhang Zhun returned to the military camp to check defense and listened to the relevant battle situation reports. The person responsible for reporting the battle situation was Zou Mingjia. This time, the attack on Fushan City, the guards completely wiped out the original senior management of Fushan Institute and uprooted the ruling institutions of the imperial court. The officers above the general flag were basically wiped out.

The thousand-house king Shixin, die.

Deputy Qianhu Tang Bode, died.

Chen Jinrong, Sun Guomin, Zhao Tongxiu, Qian Naile and others... died.

General Banner Li Qinglin, Wang Dapeng, Zhang Tianshan, He Hongwei and others... died.

The only surviving officer was Zhou Shiwen, the general flag. He was a craftsman and belonged to the ranks of technicians that Zhang Zhun wanted to protect. Moreover, he had contacted the guards through the mouse in the morning. He just didn't have the opportunity to leave Fushan City and could not serve the guards.
Chapter completed!