Chapter 17: The wheat is ripe

In the blink of an eye, it has entered the middle of May, and the winter wheat has reached the time of harvest after the nourishment of winter and spring.

This is the happiest time for the people, who wield their sickles to cut the wheat, bundle it, transport it, roll it, raise it on the field, and dry it to become the final wheat.

In the past few days, only Zaohua and Wang Yi are left in the two stores, and the rest are on holiday to harvest wheat. Zaohua is the eldest lady, and she doesn't have to worry about the work in the field. Wang Yi is an orphan and has no land to worry about. Seeing that the store had no business, he asked Zaohua to close the door and go back to the village to have a look. There are still two acres of land at home, and although my parents don't let Xiao Cang take care of it, I still have to go back to see if I can help.

When he left the town and saw the golden color all over the ground, Ogura couldn't help but hum again, "There are golden waves of wheat surging under the blue sky in the distance, and that was once the place where you and I loved......"

"Why do you come up with so many new tunes? It's all pretty good. Jujube said curiously.

"That is, a talented person will not know why he is talented. The clouds are flowing smoothly, and even if you hum blindly, you can become a classic! Ogura said stinky.

"You gasp when you say you're fat, do you remember your last name?"

"Contemptible people don't change their names, they don't change their surnames, they don't change their surnames......"

The two of them made a fuss all the way to the village and sent jujube flowers to their homes. Rich Li was coming back from outside, and shouted from afar: "Jujube Flower, Xiaocang, you are finally back!" Ogura hasn't been back in a while, has he? ”

"It's been a long time, and I'll come back and take a look after the wheat is harvested."

"Let's go, let's chat."

The two sat in the courtyard, and the jujube blossom made tea and went back to the house.

"This year's wheat is growing well, the harvest is good, right?" Ogura asked.

"The harvest is good, but at this time of year, the government has to collect imperial grain and military rations. Didn't win the battle much, the more military rations were collected! The common people are bitter! Rich Li sighed.

"I still have to collect military rations! Our day, the emperor is far away from the ravines and valleys, and the ordinary people can't find anything to find it, and the grain is collected and run very fast! Ogura said angrily. Only then did I remember that the agricultural tax has not been collected since the zero years, and the current crops are miserable!

"Who said no, the government officials in the town can only see it when they collect grain! I'm usually a master at home! "Rich Master Li is also aggrieved.

After chatting with the rich man Li for a while, Xiao Cang went home. The parents went down to the field to harvest wheat, and Kokura put away the wagon and went to the field. Seeing busy people everywhere, the joy of the harvest made them forget their fatigue, the wheat gray stained their faces, their clothes were dirty, and the wheat stubble punctured the soles of their shoes, but they still showed a smile, and the smile at this time should be the brightest!

"Why are you back? Didn't you not want to come back? Father asked.

"There hasn't been any business in the store for the past two days, come back and take a look." Ogura said.

"Then come back and rest, soap and grain station. It's been half a year and you're tired, right? Cook dumplings for you to eat in the evening. Mother said lovingly.

"Okay, it's been a long time since I've eaten the dumplings made by my mother!" Ogura said happily, "Dad, how to pay the imperial rations and military rations this year?" ”

"In previous years, 100 catties of imperial grain and 100 catties of military grain per acre! I don't know this year, but it is estimated that I will come to the village to harvest it in four or five days. Bitter! If the harvest is good this year, more than 700 catties of wheat can be harvested, and the imperial grain and military ration will be 200 catties, and the rest is not enough for two to last until the next year, and people have to make do with wild vegetables, cornmeal, dried sweet potatoes and other things. Father said.

Nearly 30% of the grain is collected, and the auxiliary tax is too heavy! Ogura thinks about how to reduce people's burdens. It is obviously not possible to rob, and it is possible that the government will collect the second grain after the robbery, and there is no suitable way to find it for a while!

After a tiring day in the field, I returned to the store after eating dumplings. How to reduce the burden on the croppers, Ogura decided to talk to the mayor.