A Clash of Gods Chapter 77: In the field
The village that Gu Qinghan said is not really big. There is a low mountain on the side of the village. There are dense camphor trees and oak trees on the mountain. These are all indispensable materials for burning charcoal. The camphor tree is the most common tree. The camphor charcoal produced here has always been famous. Every winter, there will be a batch of camphor charcoal shipped from Jiangling to Beijing.
At the foot of the mountain, there are dozens of households built on the mountain, little by little, there is a large area of cultivated land in the distance, but at dusk, Yang Ning still sees that there are farmers in the field. The grain has obviously been harvested, bare. Under the setting sun, boundless.
"San Niang, it's already late autumn. The food is all collected. How can there be people farming in the field?" Yang Ning asked Gu Qinghan on horseback.
Gu Qinghan smiled and said: "You haven't been to the field, naturally you don't know. After the grain is collected, the farmer loosens the soil and waits for the coming year, it will be easier to plant grain."
"It turns out so."
After the two dismounted, they walked forward along the field ridge. There were not many farmers in the field, but when they saw the two strangers walking the horse by the field, they couldn't help but look over here.
"San Niang, where is your hometown in Jiangling?" Yang Ning saw Gu Qinghan looking peacefully east and west, and asked, "Is it far from here?"
"Not far away." Gu Qinghan seems to be in a good mood. "The Gu family, like the Qi family, is also a big family in Jiangling, and the two have always had an excellent relationship in Jiangling. Today, the prestige in Jiangling is only second to Qi. Just home."
Yang Ning immediately understood that at that time Qi Sanye married Gu Qinghan, probably because the two were friends, but also to stabilize the foundation on the side of Jiangling, Gu Qinghan spoke easily, but Yang Ning knew that Gu’s prestige was only second to Qi Home, then Gu's forces in Jiangling must be extremely powerful.
The Qi family’s prestige in Jiangling is unparalleled, which is understandable. After all, the two generations of Jinyihou are the pillars of the Great Chu Kingdom. Mo Xiaogang Jiangling is the entire Dachu, and there are not many portals that can be compared with the Qi Family.
Throw away the Qi family, Gu family is obviously the most powerful family in Jiangling.
"The Qi family's farming and family business is mainly in the north of Jiangling, which is the Jingzhou City." Gu Qinghan explained: "The Gu family is on the south side of Jiangling, going south from Jingzhou City, and there will be a river in dozens of miles. , Called Jingyuehe, many years ago, as long as he crossed the river, the Gu family had the final say."
The imperial power does not go down to the county.
Yang Ning has long heard this old saying, and understands its meaning. In ancient times, the influence of the gentry was more effective than the emperor’s decree. The various systems issued by the court, specific When it comes to localities, local officials need to cooperate with local squires. Without the support of local squires, officials will find it almost impossible to move.
There is no doubt that both the Qi family and the Gu family belonged to the Jiangling local squires in their early years, and they have a great voice in the local area.
Listen to the meaning of Gu Qinghan. Before the Qi family has made a fortune, the Qi family and the Gu family should be on an equal footing in Jiangling. The Qi family has a high influence in the north of Jiangling, while the Gu family is sitting south of Jiangling, but Qi The family later became the marquis of Dachu, and Gu family could not compare with it, but it was still deeply rooted in Jiangling.
Yang Ning thought Gu Qinghan had such a family background, and it’s no wonder that he would be married into the Hou Mansion, and that he would be deeply in charge of the family affairs.
I saw an old man sitting in Tianlong in front of the ground. Yang Ning stepped forward and smiled: "Lao Zhang, haven't you confiscated your work?"
The old man had already noticed Yang Ning and Yang Ning, but Gu Ninghan was so handsome, his skin was fair and delicate. The old man knew at first glance that the two were not easy, and said with a smile: "Two Where is this going? Are you lost?"
He just wanted these two people not to return to the fields, but they should have lost their way.
"Yeah, we traveled to Jiangling and went the wrong way." Yang Ningshun said, while Gu Qinghan gave Yang Ning a glance, thinking that the child had not only a brilliant brain, but also a lot of temperament, this nonsense is Coming from the mouth, naturally.
"Where do you want to go? I can recognize this neighborhood and help you." The old man was also enthusiastic.
Yang Ning thought Gu Qinghan was right. The folk customs here are simple, the old man is kind, but he stepped down next to the old man, glanced into the ground, and asked, "Lao Zhang, is the harvest good this year? All the food in here is collected?"
"Return." The old man smiled and said: "The food is all collected. Double the field and grow the food next year."
"The food is harvested, can you have a good year in the next year?" Yang Ning said with a smile: "I heard that you are in Jinyihou's Fengyi, and the tax is much lower than other places."
On the way, Yang Ning has learned from Gu Qinghan that all taxes of the three thousand households in Jinyihou are controlled by Jinyihou. In terms of taxation, they are not subject to government administration at all.
The Emperor Chu was very kind to the people. In the early years, the tax was collected at a rate of 30%. However, in recent years, the war has been frequent, and the tax has risen to 40%. Since then, it has been collected according to 20%, and the thunder can't be moved. Among the courtiers who had Feng Yi, the tax revenue of Feng Yi belonged to Jin Yihou was absolutely the lowest.
For Jinyihou, Jinyihou Mansion is never a place of luxury and extravagance, and the Fengyi belongs to the homeland. The land is cultivated by local fathers and old folks, so Jinyihou’s use of Fengyi is also regarded as The local folks did something good.
The old man just smiled and said, "Can you make it through."
Gu Qinghan is also standing at this time. She is clever and intelligent, she observes and observes, and listens to the old man's reluctance, but she feels that there is a strange one, and the voice is softly asked: "How many people are there in Lao Zhang's house?"
"Two sons, there are nine people up and down." The old man smiled.
"How many acres of land is there in the house?" Gu Qinghan is a woman after all. He cannot squat like Yang Ning. He can only stand beside the old man and ask.
The old man raised his hand and pointed to the front, "My fields are here, there is an eight-acre thin field."
Gu Qinghan slightly nodded. She naturally understands the situation here. The Fengyis given by Emperor Xian at that time were all selected relatively good fields. There are 3,000 households in Fengyi, not just one mu per household. Jingnan belongs to a large grain-producing area. There are a lot of fields here. Most people here can have a ten-mu field, and the least can have a field of four or five acres.
This old Han family has eight acres of land, which can be regarded as a relatively substantial farmhouse.
"How much food can be harvested from this acre of land in a year?" Gu Qinghan asked carefully.
The old man would not doubt that Gu Qinghan had other intentions. He just thought that these two outsiders suddenly became interested and explained: "The weather has been smooth and the harvest has not been bad in these two years. My eight acres of land are almost the same per acre. There can be two or three stone grains."
Yang Ning naturally knows that one stone of grain is equivalent to about 60 kilograms of later generations, that is, more than one hundred kilograms of grain. This old man can also produce more than three hundred kilograms of grain per acre of land, compared to the grain output per mu of later generations. Generally speaking, the area of more than three hundred kilograms of grain is naturally very low, but in this era, because of the limitations of agricultural technology, an acre of land can have more than three hundred pounds of grain, which is already extremely high.
"In this way, these eight acres of fields can have more than 20 stone grains in a year?" Gu Qinghan said: "I heard that Jinyi Hou collected 20% tax, and there are still a lot left in your family. , A family should be able to eat enough."
Yang Ning also thinks that according to normal conditions, this old man can pay two thousand kilograms of grain for one year's harvest and pay taxes. Although there are a lot of people in the family of nine, it is enough to feed the family.
The old man sighed and said, "If it's like that, I don't worry about food and clothing."
"Lao Zhang, what does this mean?" Yang Ning and Gu Qinghan met each other and immediately asked, "Isn't this the case?"
The old man just shook his head, and then smiled: "No more, it’s useless to say more, where are you going?"
Gu Qinghan found that there was a problem~IndoMTL.com~ Of course, he would not leave easily, and said softly: "Old man, look at you, can't you keep so much food in a year?"
The old man saw her eyebrows, her voice was soft, and she smiled bitterly: "There are twenty stone grains in a year, of course enough for an old snack, to save a little food, and to be rich, but... hey, one At the end of the year, the real remains are only about ten stones. There are many people in the family, and they eat less dry rice, and eat more porridge can still survive."
"It is impossible." Gu Qinghan Liu Liu frowned, "How can there be only ten stone grain left?"
The old man hadn’t spoken yet, but heard the sound of a gong knocking in the distance. Yang Ning and Gu Qinghan’s attention was instantly attracted, and only saw a middle-aged villager yelling loudly while knocking on the gong: "Luo's surname is here, everyone will come back to the village, and the surname is Luo's coming...!" The voice was loud and spread far away.
The old man who had been sitting on the ground immediately stood up, grabbed the **** on his hand, and did not forget to say to Yang Ning: "You leave the village first, it is not easy to stay here." Not much to say, carrying the **** toward The gong knocker ran away, but he, Yang Ning and Gu Qinghan saw that the villagers who were plowing the fields were holding the agricultural tools in their hands and rushed to the gong knocking.
"San Niang, it seems that something happened in the village." Yang Ning frowned. "Let's take a look."
Gu Qinghan Qingmei’s face was full of doubts at this moment. After Yang Ning said this, he nodded and said, “Let’s go and see, who is the surnamed Luo? They all seem to be because of that surnamed Luo. Run back."
I only saw a group of farmers gather together. At this time, they ran to the village at the foot of the mountain. No matter how old or young, they seemed to be on fire at home.
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