Dominate Marvel

Li Er carried two large bundles of wheat straw and walked steadily towards the village. The big bundle of wheat straw almost hid his whole body inside. From a distance, it looked like the two bundles of wheat straw were alive and walking on their own.

Li Er was very tired. The wheat straw that had not yet been harvested was not light, and the ears of improved wheat were very strong, and the stalks were also very strong and tall. Such a pick weighs two hundred kilograms.

But no matter how tired he was, he couldn't hide the joy in Li Er's heart. For several years, there have been either droughts or floods, or military and man-made disasters. It has been twenty or thirty years since he was sensible, and he has been suffering every year, not having enough to eat, not having enough to wear, not having enough warmth, and worrying about his life. It has never been like this. So happy.

When Li Er was assigned to the resettlement village in Funing by the government, he was reluctant to come. After all, Funing is too close to Shanhaiguan. In the early years, it suffered from repeated military disasters, with countless casualties and countless abductions.

After settling in Funing, the government forced the implementation of high-yield and improved varieties. At that time, there were countless people like Li Er who resisted.

But now, all doubts have disappeared, and I am filled only with gratitude.

King Xia is the blue sky for the common people!

He hit the pestle, held up the pole, and stood on the roadside to catch his breath while secretly calculating the harvest.

In these years of natural and man-made disasters, Li Er's family now only has three people left, an old mother and a son. The three of them have 6 acres of land. Earlier, because he was in a hurry, he could not plant it and only planted three acres. Ten acres.

The government said that the production capacity per mu can reach more than ten shi, and for thirty acres, it can be at least 300 shi, which is... at least tens of thousands of kilograms.

He thought about it for a moment, but couldn't figure out how much he could gain. But there must be a lot of them.

Tens of thousands of catties, half the tax, and still tens of thousands of catties. I heard that food on the market costs a hundred dollars a stone, so how can it be worth tens of thousands of dollars, right?

The new money is valuable. I heard those scholars say that one hundred yuan can be used as more than one tael of silver. So this bumper harvest is worth more than one hundred taels of silver!

Prices are now stable, and those profiteers are being suppressed by the government. According to this calculation, this season's harvest alone can be easily used for a year.

I still remember that in the early years, when the world was relatively good, their family could only use less than one or twenty taels of silver a year.

Now one harvest of grain is worth more than one hundred taels, which was unimaginable before!

Although the Xia King's agricultural taxes were heavy, there were no exorbitant taxes, no miscellaneous taxes, and only one tax a year, so the rest was his own.

It's just a pity that my family doesn't have enough manpower, so I can't plant sixty acres.

And besides farming, there are many other ways to make money. The government has long been recruiting workers to build canals and water conservancy, build roads, build inns, and teach elementary schools. What they need is manpower. As long as you go and work for a day, it will be a good income!

The new money was really cute and tight. Li Er felt happy thinking about the more than a hundred dollars he had exchanged in Funing City two days ago.

After resting for a while, Li Er was about to continue carrying his burden. Not far away was the resettlement village where his home was located. It is located by a small river next to the newly built official road.

Speaking of this official road, he has also contributed.

A bullock cart came up from behind. Li Er looked back and couldn't help shouting: "Village Chief."

It turned out to be the head of the village where they were resettled.

The village chief looked young, in his twenties or thirties, with a resolute expression, but one eye was missing. A clear scar ran from the bridge of the nose across the left eye and spread to the corner of the eye. The scar is not long-lasting, but it is very serious.

This is a soldier who retired from the army.

There are only about two to three hundred people like him who have retired from the army. All were assigned to serve as village chiefs in various resettlement villages.

Ying Yi's army went through various battles, but the number of casualties was not many. Armor to the teeth protected them. But there are also those who are unlucky, either being hit in the eye by a stray arrow, or being injured in the eye by a knife or gun.

Mostly this place. Because except for the eyes, other parts are strictly protected.

After destroying Abatai, the number of wounded in Ying Yi's army was less than a thousand. Most of them were taken away by the Ministry of War and the Imperial Court, and a small part were assigned to resettlement villages in various places by the Pastoral Council.

Because of retirement, there will be corresponding compensation. They are all considered wealthy. For example, the village chief in front of me received a one-time supplement of 10,000 new dollars after he was discharged from the army.

This is how his bullock cart came to be. Otherwise, just like Li Er, pick it up slowly with your shoulders.

The village chief heard the voice: "It's Brother Li."

Li Er said: "He is a villain."

He was quite envious of the village chief's bullock cart, but he also knew that he had sacrificed his life for it on the battlefield.

"How's your wheat harvest going?" The village chief stopped in the cattle drive and asked, "Let me know if you're too busy."

Li Er grinned: "Yes, yes."

The village chief added: "After harvesting the grain, prepare it early. Starting from August 15th, taxes will be collected."

"It's about to be harvested during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Li Er said: "Don't you want to pick Funing?"

The village chief said: "No, no. The tax department will come directly to the village entrance to collect it."

"That's okay." Li Er laughed: "If you choose it yourself, it won't take more than ten or twenty days to pick tens of thousands of pounds."

"That's true." The village chief smiled: "Nowadays, every household doesn't charge tens of thousands of catties? There are hundreds of thousands of catties. It's unbearable for those who carry it on their shoulders. I just learned about this from my comrades in the next village. From what I heard, people from the taxation department will come to the village at most tomorrow to inform everyone. The taxation department has many carriages and horses, and they all collect along the official road, so the villagers don't have to go to the county seat themselves."

The two chatted for a while, and the village chief said: "We can't finish the food now. I heard that the Shangfeng government is already planning to implement six livestock raising. Now there is no shortage of food, but meat. If we could raise more earlier, Chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep will definitely sell well.”

When Li Er heard this, he immediately became energetic: "Is it true?"

"It's probably true." The village chief said, "If you don't believe me, wait, it will take up to ten days and a half, and there will definitely be an official document from the county."

"Is it really easy to sell?" Li Er was already moved, but he asked again worriedly.

"It must be easy to sell." The village chief said: "Let me tell you, the needs of the army alone cannot be met in two places. What's more, now that everyone has food and money, who doesn't want to eat meat? "

"Then I'll try to get some chickens to raise when I go back." Li Er said cautiously.

At this time, bursts of smoke and dust rose up in the distance from the official road, and the ground began to faintly shake. The village chief was the first to see it, and couldn't help being startled. Then he showed excitement and said: "Quick, quick, get over the road, get over!"

Li Er was stunned for a moment, then heard the village chief say: "The army is coming!"

Only then did Li Er see the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and then felt the vibration on the soles of his feet. He hurriedly picked up the pick and moved it to the side of the road, and watched with the village chief who drove the ox cart to the side of the road and jumped out.

After about a cup of tea, a ferocious and majestic Chiyou scroll emerged from the smoke and dust, and a golden brilliance shot into the eyes. It was the reflection of the armor in the sun!