The Han family itself has 25 acres of land, but 20 acres of it has been handed over to Fan Lizheng to other farmers, so they naturally don't need to take care of it when harvesting, they only need to wait for the rice to be harvested, and the rent will be collected, so there is no need to worry about the rice harvest.

However, on the eve of harvesting rice, Fan Lizheng still came to the door.

Father Han and Dazhu are not there, and Xiuniang, as the only adult in the family, can naturally only come out to see him.

"Lady Satoma."

Fan Li hurriedly waved his hand, "Mrs. Han, don't call an old man like this, we can't even be an official here, how dare you call an adult." ”

Originally, she thought that she was going to meet an official alone, but Xiuniang was quite cowardly in her heart, but now when she heard Fan Lizheng's down-to-earth words, she suddenly relaxed a lot, and said with a smile, "Why don't you dare, aren't you a big official in the eyes of us ordinary people." ”

Who doesn't like to hear good words, Fan Lizheng shook his hand while laughing, "It can't be counted, it can't be counted." ”

After such a back and forth, the atmosphere was much more harmonious, and at this time, Han Chuxue, who received the news, also pulled the big girl over, and the sisters and Fan Lizheng saluted, and after sitting down, Fan Lizheng said his intention.

"Mrs. Han, two Han girls, here's the thing, your family has twenty acres of land that is rented out by the old man, and according to what you said, the rent is five or five, and now this rice is about to come down, I don't know whether it will be transported directly to you, or will the grain to be taxed be transported to the town, and the rest will be transported to you?"

According to the poll tax of the pit father in the Dachang Dynasty, a household in Chengding has to pay four stone of grain, one horse of cloth, and three taels of hemp for a quarterly tax.

Huaiji is rich in rice but there is no mulberry hemp, so this cloth and hemp can also be converted into grain to pay, each household pays one more stone of grain, that is to say, a Ding household, a season tax has to pay five stone of grain, and half Ding households, female households because they can only get half of the mouth of the field, so the tax is only to pay half, that is, a household to pay two stones and five buckets of grain.

The Han family now has a Chengding household, two half-Ding households and a female household, and the summer tax is a total of 12 stone and 5 buckets of grain.

According to the yield per mu of Huaiji, the yield of the poor land is less than two stones, the better ones can have more than two stones, and the best one is that the field can get nearly three stones of grain.

The 20 acres of land rented out by Fan Lizheng are all found by Fan Lizheng for their family, and naturally it cannot be a poor field, so the yield per mu is about two and a half stones, and according to the rent of five or five, the Han family can get about twenty-five stones of grain, and half of it is left after paying taxes.

Listening to Fan Lizheng and Han Chuxue's calculations, knowing that they would have more than ten stones of food at home, Xiuniang and the eldest girl were all happy and smiling.

In the past, all the harvests of their family did not add up to so much grain, and after paying taxes and giving Han Xiucai and his family pension food, there were only two or three stones left, and it would not take long to eat before they bottomed out.

And the autumn grain, because their family's land can not grow autumn rice, they can only use the coarse grain they grow to exchange for rice to pay taxes, not to mention the loss of coarse grain, but also have to ask people everywhere to exchange for enough, that kind of hardship, so they are now in tears when they think of it, so I heard that their family can have more than ten stone of surplus grain, how can the mother and daughter not be happy.

Seeing that they only cared about discussing the question of whether their own granary was enough to put so much grain, Han Chuxue silently stroked his forehead, and could only discuss with Fan Lizheng alone about the treatment of grain.

"Fan Lizheng, those fields are our family's business, and we don't want others to know about it, so I'm afraid that this summer tax will still trouble you to get old."

Fan Lizheng, who already knows how this family is valued by the Luo family, is worried about how to get closer to them, otherwise he is a Lizheng no matter what he says, how can he personally come to discuss this kind of thing with a farmer.

So as soon as he heard Han Chuxue's words, he immediately shook his hand and smiled, "What's the trouble here, anyway, we are responsible for sending the grain from our village to the town to hand it over, and we just handed over your family's food together." ”

Han Chuxue smiled and thanked again, "As for the rest, my family plans to pull it to the town and put it, so I need to bother you to tell our family at that time, so I can send someone over." ”

Fan Lizheng was stunned, and quickly figured it out again, yes, since people don't want others to know that those lands belong to their family, if they bring the grain back here, then they won't make a fool of themselves, and naturally they won't be so eye-catching when they are placed in the town, but when did the Han family also have a house in the town?

Of course, he also understood that this was not what he should ask, so he just changed his mind in his heart, but he didn't ask, but pretended to be casual, "Okay, when the grain is collected and it is to be transported to the town to be handed in, the old man will inform the girl's family again, and then the girl's food team will be mixed with the grain transportation team in our village, and no one will definitely pay attention." ”

Fan Lizheng's knowledge made Han Chuxue smile with great satisfaction, and thanked him again.

After Fan Lizheng left, Xiuniang pulled the little girl with a puzzled expression, "Erya, why don't you transport all this food home, but also to the town?" ”

Han Chuxue winked at her, "Mother, you have forgotten, our family still has a small yard in the town, that place is much drier than ours, and the food will not be bitten by mold and insects if you put it there." ”

Xiuniang still didn't understand, "But our family has also built a granary, and nothing will happen to the grain there, and the grain has to be eaten every day, and if it is placed in the town, it has to be specially pulled back, so it will be so troublesome." ”

The eldest girl also nodded in agreement, the little sister's decision this time sounded like she was really looking for something.

Han Chuxue smiled helplessly, "Mother, of course I know that it is more troublesome to put the grain in the town than at home, but are you willing to go to the trouble to get more food, or do you want our family's grain to be cheaper than others?" ”

Xiuniang's mother and daughter looked at her puzzled, "What does this mean?" ”

How can you put your own food at home and make it cheaper for others?

Han Chuxue sighed, "Mother, sister, do you remember what Aunt Qin said before?" ”

Xiuniang's mother and daughter thought about it very seriously, "You mean that your three uncles may not even be able to pay taxes?" ”

Thinking of what Aunt Qin said, Xiuniang couldn't help but sigh, "It's such a good place, why is it so ruined." ”

Han Chuxue wants to sigh again, that's not the point, my mother.

"Mother, we can't care if other people's land is ruined by others, but if they spoil the land and want to take advantage of our family, it will definitely not work."

Xiuniang and the eldest girl's little hearts pounded for no reason, and they beat two beats faster.

"Erya (little sister), why do you say that?"

Han Chuxue's face was stern, "Mother, sister, what the eldest uncle said at that time, you should have heard it, if he really can't pay the summer tax, the grandfather is only afraid that he will come forward to help him make it up, you say, the grandfather thought of it first, or Han Yongsong will be the first to target, who will it be?" (To be continued.) )