Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

People in Hujia Village still have a good impression of Zhang Zhan. They don't know what his identity is, but after he was rescued, he was able to bring food to the disaster relief so quickly. No one believed him if he didn't repay his gratitude. It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow. "It's all here." Village Chief Hu said to Zhang Zhan.

"Two things. The first thing is that the spring tax will be exempted this year, and corvées will not be promulgated before March." Zhang Zhan said word by word.

The villagers were suddenly shocked, exempted from the spring tax? Not promulgating corvée? !

"Taxes and corvées are exempted, so I can farm with peace of mind this spring!"

"Thank you, Master Qingtian! Thank you Tianjia!"

"We can live, we can live!"

The villagers were stunned at first, and then ecstatic. This time they really cried, and they were even more pleasantly surprised than when food was distributed to them before.

The food distributed, how can it compare to the exempted spring tax!

The excited villagers knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Zhan and Changning City.

Shouting incessantly.

Xiao Ayu sat on Wang Erlang's neck, and when he saw the villagers kneeling down, he quickly slipped from his brother's neck.

She ran over and wanted to pull up the nearest aunt, but just two steps away, Wang Erlang grabbed her arm.

"Ayu, don't run around."

Xiao Ayu's face was puzzled, and confusion was written all over her face.

"Why do they kneel? Did they make a mistake?" Only those who make mistakes kneel.

Wang Erlang thought about it and said, "It may be because the spring tax is exempted. The spring tax is tiring!"

I remembered that in order to pay the spring tax, my family had to work in the fields from morning to night, scrambling to grab the harvest.

It is said to be a spring tax, but it is actually a grain tax to be paid in late spring and early summer. Sorghum, spring wheat, broad beans, peas, and barley seem to be many, but the output of each is very low.

Wang Wulang felt a headache when he thought of the spring tax: "Yeah, it's exhausting. Last year, the third brother became a child, and we paid an extra stone in the tax, which made us so tired that we didn't even have to play!"

Wang Saburo also felt depressed: "We don't have enough compensation for Yongye Land."

"What is Yongye Land?" Xiao Ayu felt that she had a lot of questions, and she couldn't understand anything.

"It's the land that the imperial court gave us." Wang Wulang said.

Wang Erlang simply told Xiao Ayu what Yongye Land was.

The Dachang State stipulates that a man who reaches 14 will become a Ding. After becoming a Ding, he could have been allocated 30 mu of land, of which 20 mu is state-owned land and 10 mu is Yongye land.

State-owned land cannot be bought or sold, it cannot be inherited, it lasts from birth to death, and it is nationalized.

Permanent land is permanently allocated to individuals, which can be bought and sold, leased, and passed on to future generations.

The basic composition of the villagers' land is: issued by the state + handed down from ancestors + developed by themselves

It looks like a lot, but there are very few places left in everyone's hands.

For various reasons, the land had to be sold or exchanged, all of which were poor.

The land of Lao Wang's family was distributed by several grandsons after they were married, but some of them were also sold out, and the whole family lived in a tight way.

Only one mu of fertile land can produce one stone of grain, and it is only 150 catties. Everyone does not have much good land. Generally, the yield per mu is 70 to 80 catties, which is not good.

In the spring and autumn seasons, a male should pay one stone of grain each, and the other young men or women should pay one stone of grain for every three persons.

It looks like less, and when added together, it's simply unaffordable.

Xiao Ayu was dizzy, her two small eyes blinked, trying to understand the content of her brother's words.

But she only remembered one thing, that there are very few permanent fields, and farming is also very tiring.

She raised her arms and rubbed them laboriously. In the surprised eyes of several brothers, she puffed out her cheeks and said with a very serious tone: "Don't be afraid, Ayu can also farm, and Ayu will farm together!"

Wang Wulang covered his mouth and snickered: "You are too young to farm."

Little Ayu was anxious: "Ayu's vegetables are delicious! Now they are even more delicious!" With the help of the elves, she poured sweet water, and the vegetables must be more delicious!

Seeing that Xiaodouding was so anxious like a bouncing fruit, the boys in the Wang family couldn't help but laugh.

He scrambled to appease her: "Okay, Ayu's vegetables are delicious, our Yongye place depends on Ayu!"

Xiao Ayu grinned, so happy that the two little ones shook with them.

When she was happy, she forgot to ask, what is corvée?

Before Xiao Ayu could remember, Zhang Zhan spoke again.

After everyone calmed down, Zhang Zhancai continued, "The second thing is about the fight between your village and Shanyang Village."

The villagers all looked at Zhang Zhan, hoping to hear good news.

Zhang Zhan said: "We have already investigated this matter, and it is not your fault."

The few officials Zhang Zhan left behind were not just staying, they were also responsible for investigating the matter here.

The Wang Chuanman brothers had already made things clear on the way back, but they couldn't listen to one side's words, so they naturally had to investigate.

The results of the investigation were similar to what Wang Chuanman and the others said.

The people of Shanyang Village changed their children to eat. Later, several people who were prescribed to give their children were not happy, so they simply wanted to go to Hujia Village to steal the children.

Because they heard that Hujia Village picked up a child and ate that child, the people of Hujia Village would definitely not make trouble.

In Shanyang Village, when Zhang Zhan asked about this, a man said with a look of hatred: "We can't live anymore, they even picked up children! As long as they give us the stutter, we won't do it. As for grabbing!"

"That's right, their Hujia Village was originally the poorest village. Over the years, our surrounding villages have helped them a lot. Now they are suffering, and they are asked to distribute 100 catties of food, but they only give 50 catties to the land, how can we Take this breath!"

"That's right, our two villages are so close together, and we have a lot of communication. They would rather give a movie to a girl they don't know than give us a way to survive. They forced us!"

"They also killed a few of us and asked them to pay for their lives!"

"They also asked us to compensate for the money, Master Qingtian, this is the worst thing in the world!"

The people in Shanyang Village became more and more excited, and even asked Zhang Zhan to severely punish the white-eyed wolves in Hujia Village.

This slapstick behavior made Zhang Zhan and his officials stunned.

Can you still say that?

Not only those who had eaten children said so, but even those who had never eaten, including some prestigious clan elders, expressed their sorrow that they were not at fault.

After Zhang Zhan's investigation, he left Shanyang Village with a heavy heart.

What he originally thought was that such a vicious practice of changing children and eating should be severely punished.

It's a pity that the officials at the bottom reminded him that this belongs to the category of people who do not raise officials and do not investigate them, and more often they are handed over to local clans or country gentry for trial.

If there is no grievance for the bitter master, it can only be left to nothing.

At most, people are arrested and imprisoned for a few days and given some reprimands.

He originally thought that not everyone in Shanyang Village would change their sons to eat, and some people would always be unwilling.

But when he asked, "Who wants to report and seek justice? I can call the shots for him."

Everyone in Shanyang Village was silent.

Including some women who had cried heartbroken to him, asking her to report her husband and father-in-law, but she kept shaking her head.

"This lord, can't be arrested, how can I live without a man at home!"

He said with a cold face: "They are people who can ignore their own flesh and blood, do you really want to forgive?"

A group of women whimpered and did not dare to cry, but no one answered.

The child is gone, the man can no longer be gone.

He is an imperial envoy, and he can manage this matter, but he can't stretch his hands too long.

In the end, he couldn't get angry, so he directly asked the officials to tie up those who went to Hujia Village to make trouble, and sent them all to the county seat.

Even if the matter of changing children and eating can be discussed later, but they went to other villages to make troubles, and instead caused their own villages to kill people, it was a crime committed.

Recalling this, Zhang Zhan looked at the innocent-looking villagers of Hujia Village, sorted out his mood a little, and said, "Shanyang Village took the initiative to pick quarrels and cause trouble, and hurt your people in Hujia Village. This is a serious crime. In order to protect yourself, it is not your fault that Snake Nest is dispatched, so your village is not guilty. But—"

As soon as Zhang Zhan's words changed, everyone became nervous, for fear that he would say something.

"But Shanyang Village took the initiative to provoke first. In addition to the compensation for the soup and medicine you proposed, Shanyang Village will be responsible for your corvée before June. If the court has recruited, they can do it for you."

As soon as the words fell, the villagers widened their eyes.

They will serve as corvés until 6 months!

Then the men in their village can have at least 6 months of training time, which is a good thing that can't be asked for.

"Sir, is what you said true?" The villagers were trembling, mainly wanting to ask, does what he said count?

The current little Ayu (raises her arms): Ayu is the best at farming!

Brothers (nodding perfunctorily): Mmmm, our Ayu is the best.

Later, the brothers would say to everyone: Our Ayu is the granddaughter of the land master! The vegetables she grows are the most delicious, the food she grows is the most fragrant, and the flowers she grows are the most beautiful!