"Really?"

The villagers of Taoyuan Village were all in disbelief.

In their opinion, the government will only impose taxes and forced labor, and as for the distribution of seeds to the common people, they have never paid much attention to it.

The county magistrate was a little anxious when he saw that the villagers didn't believe it.

"Why don't you believe me? Who am I, I represent the government. I received my order from the county lord, and the county lord was also ordered by the governor, and as for the governor... As I said before, it was the order of His Majesty himself. Tell me, let's see, why am I lying? ”

Seeing that everyone was still skeptical, he swallowed and foamed at the mouth and said: "Let's put it this way, the imperial court naturally has the painstaking efforts of the imperial court to promote this potato." Let's talk about it, what are we most afraid of? ”

"Famine!"

"War!"

Gradually, someone said piecemeal.

"Yes!"

The county official's eyes lit up, and he said in a loud voice: "What these villagers said is good. What everyone is most afraid of is war and famine. In the end, it comes down to not having enough to eat. Why is there a war? It's not that everyone can't survive anymore, so they simply pin their heads to the waistband of their pants and rebel? So did everyone think that no imperial court would be happy to see such a situation? ”

"Of course not."

Everyone said in unison.

"That's it. The imperial court did not want to see this situation, so it naturally had to work hard to make everyone have enough to eat. But whether it is wheat or rice, the yield is certain, and in the event of drought and locust plague, there is no resistance at all. If the imperial court wants everyone to have enough to eat, it has to find another way. ”

The county official swallowed and spat at the mouth and continued: "Today, Zi Shengming discovered that potatoes are cold and drought tolerant and easy to grow, and after being popularized in Shandong, he found that their yield is extremely impressive. In this case, of course, the Son of Heaven hopes to promote potatoes to Sichuan. Sichuan has just experienced several plunders by thieves and Tartars, and the people's livelihood has been extremely desolate. In order to quickly restore people's livelihood and resume production, it is necessary to increase grain production. Now everyone understands why the imperial court is doing its best to promote potatoes, right? ”

An old man nodded and said, "Listening to what the messenger said, the Sprinkle family understands." But if we agree to grow potatoes, will we really be exempt from paying taxes for three years? ”

The county official nodded again and again: "Of course, of course, I have already said before, as long as you promise to plant potatoes, you will be exempted from taxes for three years!" ”

He patted his chest and promised: "If you come across a government official who is looking for you to collect taxes in the future, come to me, and I will make the decision for you!" ”

The reason why he dared to boast about Haikou like this was naturally because he knew it in his heart.

The promotion of potatoes was the first political matter that Governor Wen began to implement after he was stationed in Chengdu.

The so-called three fires for new officials to take office, how can this first fire be burned more vigorously.

Governor Wen can't just say what he says and disappoint him, and slap himself in the face, right?

Besides, even if Governor Wen was willing to do such a thing, he would definitely not want to do it today.

You don't joke, how can there be a reason to withdraw it immediately after making a will.

Therefore, he promised the villagers of Taoyuan Village that there would be no problem, and that the decree of exempting taxes for three years would be well implemented and enforced.

Unless the Tartars come over again and occupy Chengdu. That's another level, and he doesn't need to worry about it.

All he had to do was to convince all the people of what the court said, and that alone was enough.

"Since the poor master has said this, the little old man can't say it anymore. I'm willing to plant these potatoes! ”

The old man patted his chest and answered.

With the first person, there is a second person, and the villagers of Taoyuan Village expressed their willingness to plant potatoes one after another.

When the county magistrate saw this, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

yes, yes.

That's it!

He is worthy of being born with a three-inch tongue, and he can really make a group of stubborn old farmers open their minds and change their solidified thinking.

"Don't worry, everyone, I'll take out a pen and paper, and everyone will register with me."

The county official carried a pen and paper with him, and at this moment he didn't dare to be the slightest slack, so he took it out of his blanket like a trick, found a grinding disc and put it on it, dipped the pen in ink and asked, "Everyone report their names to me, and I will record them." At that time, the government will distribute potato seeds according to everyone's name, and no one will be missing. ”

"That's a good idea. Everyone lined up to cooperate with the work of the poor master. It's not easy for everyone to eat, so let's understand each other. ”

An old man who looked like a patriarch stood up and took the initiative to ask the villagers to line up, and the county official was so moved that tears almost fell out.

"Yes, everyone queue up, queue up to register, it's faster."

For the county official, of course, he is also completing the work, but he also wants to complete the work more beautifully, so that he can also be looked at by the county master when he goes to the errand in the future.

In the bowl of rice in the mixed official mansion, the boss must serve it well.

As for whether you can be promoted, it also depends on chance.

"I'm Wang Daniu, a native of Taoyuan Village, and I want to plant three acres of potatoes."

"My name is Liu Laojiao, and I am also a villager in Taoyuan Village, I want to plant two acres of potatoes, please help me register."

"The slave's name is Zhao Yuan'er, and he wants to plant an acre of potatoes......"

The county official was recording the flying, and he was very proud in his heart, when he suddenly heard a female voice and was stunned.

What's the matter, there are still women to sign up?

He looked up, and sure enough, there was a woman standing in front of him.

Looking at the appearance, this person is quite a bit.

The county official is also a flesh and blood mortal who eats fireworks in the world, even if he has some intentions.

"Ahem, what about this little lady, what about your man, why bother to show up and sign up by yourself?"

The woman lowered her head a little shyly and said, "Back to the messenger, the husband of the slave family was exhausted to death by the western thief Lazhuang Ding a year ago, and the slave family is widowed. If the slave family does not come to register, who else can come forward for the slave family? ”

It turned out to be a widow!

The county magistrate suddenly realized.

No wonder so, no wonder so.

Although chaste martyrs in peaceful and prosperous times will be commended by the imperial court, in troubled times, commendations cannot be eaten.

If you want to survive, you have to farm the land yourself.

The woman's man had also gone down to the ground to help him when he was there, so he was not ambiguous when he really needed her to go up himself.

After a year of accumulation of experience, she is now a small expert in farming, and this application for planting one acre of potatoes is still a conservative estimate.

"The villagers present can prove it for the slave family."

The woman was afraid that the county magistrate would not believe her, so she added a sentence.

"Poor master, what this little lady of the Shen family said is true, we can testify for her!"

The patriarch-like man stood up very opportunely.

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