Guan Tao's words greatly reassured Iron Anvil. He had always worried that the immigrants might be ostracized by the locals after moving here, but it seemed that when faced with practical benefits, they had still chosen to submit.
Who would ever turn their back on profit?!
In fact, the households in Shanghe Village that had originally refused to accept the Han Tribe's land reform had already begun regretting it. Seeing others harvest more grain from sixty or seventy mu of land than they did from over a hundred mu—and seeing how lushly the crops were growing—who wouldn't be envious?
Even when it came to the various crop seeds Iron Anvil had brought this time, they had suspected that the Han Tribe might refuse to give them any. Only after Iron Anvil announced that every household would receive some did they finally set their minds at ease.
Although Iron Anvil had made a bet with them over corn yields, it had merely been to help the local people understand the benefits of the Han Tribe's system, not to target them specifically. The Han Tribe's original goal had simply been to make them willing to follow the land reform system. Since the locals were now willing to accept the reform, there was no need to keep opposing them.
After learning the situation, Iron Anvil immediately decided, "Guan Tao, since everyone in your village is willing to accept the redistribution of land, I'll have people come tomorrow to register land and property records for those who haven't done so yet. As for the grain seeds this time, we'll distribute them all at once after the registration is complete."
"Fine, we have no objections. We'll leave everything to Prefect Iron Anvil." Guan Tao happily agreed.
Shanghe Village had originally been a very harmonious village,