Back Off, Let Me Come

Whole grains are offered before the ceremony.

Shen Tang lit the incense candle.

This time she learned the lesson.

The small note he prepared should be kept away from the spirit of speech as much as possible, and he should keep silently reciting in his heart, "This is the Lord's Prayer, not the spirit of speech, and there must be no more mistakes." Staring at his own elixir mansion.

She was not the only one facing a formidable enemy. Chu Yao, Qi Shan and others also tensed up their nerves, keeping their eyes fixed on Shen Tang's reaction.

I'm afraid that if someone loses his focus, his literary spirit will be empty.

Fortunately, this scene did not happen.

【Thank God! 】

This is the true mood of several literary scholars at this moment. Shen Tang also seemed to have fought a battle, with cold sweat running down his back.

The people around him also worshiped devoutly.

There were even white-haired old men with hunched backs, secretly turning around and wiping away tears. When they were poor, they could not even farm the land, not to mention having enough to eat and work to do. Every household dug vegetables, drank water, and gnawed tree bark. At one time, several mountains were dug up until they were bald.

It lasted year after year.

They didn't expect that God would finally take pity on them and send them a county governor who truly cared about them. As soon as Shen Tang finished, he heard crying from the crowd.

Even the youngest children are no longer naughty.

Obediently follow your parents and learn to worship.

They have more or less memories and know the pain of being hungry.

When the ceremony is over, the most critical part comes.

Shen Tang rolled up his clothes and trouser legs and got down to the ground.

He took out the special scissors.

The millet looks like an enlarged version of foxtail grass. The roots are thick and the plant is thin and short. The ends are so heavy that the whole plant almost collapses under its weight. Shen Tang carefully cut it off and put it into the bamboo basket slung on his elbow.

These few acres of land nominally belong to the government office.

Except for Shen Tang's participation in farming and harvesting, the rest of the time is taken care of by dedicated personnel. It can be seen that these acres of millet have been taken care of extremely well. As far as the eye can see, they are golden, with neither immature green nor diseased black.

The ears are long and strong, and each bunch is heavy and weighty.

Shen Tang used the big scissors to cut half of the basket, which was quite interesting, so he turned around and waved to Qishan: "What are you standing for?"

Don't even think about being lazy if you have one.

"Wei, come here."

Being accustomed to the lord's carefree and bold style, no one said anything disappointing at this time.

A group of common people also began to work enthusiastically, and in each area there were small officials responsible for counting the yield per mu watching.

The children followed the adults to pick up the accidentally dropped corn grains, and the fields were full of shadows of hard work.

An acre of land must be weighed after harvesting.

Because these fields nominally belonged to Shen Tang, they were leased from her to common people who did not have land, that is, tenant farmers, and it was up to her to incorporate the rent into the land tax. The level of land tax is linked to the quality of the farmland and the average yield per mu in the nearby area.

Land tax is collected according to this ratio for each acre.

If the harvest is good, collect more.

If the harvest is poor, collect less.

In order to reduce the workload, the government office decided to randomly select a few acres of land in a place on the first day of the autumn harvest, calculate the output of each acre, and set the field tax for this year.

Every acre of land has been carefully measured and divided by Gu Chi. The data here can be trusted.

According to past records, the yield of millet is not high.

Even the most experienced farmer, who has worked hard to cultivate fertile and high-quality land for a whole year, only needs three stones per acre. If ordinary people use bad land with poor fertility, it would be good to have a yield of one stone per mu.

Shen Tang looked nervously at the weighing clerk.

I want to urge but dare not.

"How is it? How is it? How many stones?"

Hundreds of kingdoms were divided, and each country used slightly different units. Shen Tang measured the copper weight used by the Xin Kingdom, and one stone was about thirty kilograms. It is said that one stone in Geng Kingdom is about fifty kilograms. Because of the different measurement, it can kill people in conversion.

The clerk weighed and weighed again.

The voice was trembling: "Four, four stones, two jun, three catties..."

"Four stones, two jun and three catties?"

Shen Tang quickly changed his mind.

Isn't it just two hundred and fifty pounds?

Even after shedding her shell, there are many more than before!

The clerk almost trembled with joy.

How many years has he not seen this farm?

This is definitely a good harvest! ! !

The yield per mu of several acres of land was about four stones. Shen Tang waited, and other officials rushed over to report the news. Those fields are not as high as four stones, but they are still about three and a half stones.

In areas outside Fugu City, the yield per mu is about three stones.

This yield per mu is enough to make the people weep with joy and cheer excitedly. You must know that this year is far from being a good year. The weather is not good. Most of the fields are newly cultivated and the fertility has not been cultivated very much. The yield per mu is two days higher than the previous year. stone.

As a result, the output exceeded expectations by a large margin!

If there is a real good harvest year, the yield per mu will not be doubled? The hands of the clerk holding the bamboo slips were shaking.

Shen Tang felt that this number was not high.

She vaguely remembered that there should be crops with a yield of sixty or seventy shi per mu, and that yield was considered high. She just looked at the people in the fields who couldn't help wiping tears, thanking God, and thanking Shen Jun. They would finally have a prosperous year next year, Shen Tang I couldn't help but smile.

That’s all, surprises have to come layer by layer.

Gu Chi chuckled in his ears: "Master, are you happy?"

Shen Tang turned around when he heard this: "What do you think?"

She was so happy that she couldn't speak.

Gu Chi saw the various expressions of sentient beings but did not express his inner feelings.

【I'm so lucky to have you. 】

Shen Tang simply sat down on the edge of the field.

Looking at the busy people, he muttered leisurely: "One grain of millet is planted in the spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in the autumn. There is no idle land in the world... I won't repeat the next sentence, it's bad luck. In short, I hope that one day no one in the world will stop because of a mouthful of grain. And lost his life..."

Qishan was very pleased to hear the words.

The Lord was finally able to pronounce the words normally.

Chu Yao was also very happy.

Only Kang Shi remembered a disappointing thing: "My lord, do you want to return the food and grass you borrowed from the alliance army?"

Shen Tang: "..."

He had a tough attitude and said confidently: "I borrowed it based on my ability, why should I pay it back? Besides, I haven't lived a full day yet. When the granary of our Heyin government office is full of grain, I can't pay it back." They are fine..."

Understand the essence of Laolai.

Kang Shi: "Indeed, everyone is richer than us."

There is no way I can wait for my lord to put this little rice into the pot.

Everyone was chatting and laughing in a happy atmosphere.

On the other side, the clerk had already packed several acres of corn and asked Shen Tang what to do with it.

Shen Tang then said: "It is better to have fun alone than to have fun together. Naturally, we should share these good things with you gentlemen!"

Let everyone taste the corn she grew.

Millet porridge is soft, glutinous and smooth, and is even more delicious with a little sweetness.

Not only Qi Shan, but also Gong Shuwu, who has now taken the post of Captain He Yin, is also involved. Zhao Feng led his troops to help the common people collect grain. He was not nearby, so he should remember his share.

Hehe, it's not much, just express your gratitude. Let's all be happy together and look forward to a better year.

She knew how many kilograms each person could get.

Shen Tang thought so.

Unexpectedly, everyone started to have nosebleeds without warning.

Everyone: ""

Shen Tang: "..."

They cover their noses collectively...

There is something magical about this scene.

Later she realized what she had overlooked.

Before she could recover, the energy of heaven and earth surged.

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It was originally supposed to be 4,000 words, but the calculation of the corn yield per acre made my head ache. I still haven’t figured it out in two hours. It’s too difficult. The vertical version of traditional Chinese characters makes my head ache. Each dynasty unit also has a big head. Different, Gan.

So if there is a problem with the data and everyone ignores it, or if someone big-time brings it up, I will change it tomorrow.

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