The land reform in Miyun County has ended, and the people have been allocated a large amount of land, and the amount of cultivated land is all distributed according to the ability of each family.

There are a few men in the family, a few women, whether there are cattle or not, and how much land can be cultivated in total.

Most of the common people were given more than 20 acres of land, which was completely unimaginable in the past, and even if they rented the land of the bureaucratic squire's house, it would not exceed 10 acres at most.

The bureaucrats and squires don't care how many people they have in their families and how much land they give depends on their mood, anyway, there are many ordinary people who have no land, and some people serve them as tenants.

The common people had the land in their hands, and their hearts were as happy as the New Year, but as the time for the collection of taxes was almost up, the common people began to worry again.

The common people have been oppressed and frightened by the bureaucracy and gentry, and they have also paid taxes for more than how many lifetimes in the form of regular endowment, rice consumption, and private expenses.

Now it is planted with Qianjin hybrid rice and potatoes, and the yield is so high that it feels like the food eaten by the gods, which is higher than I dare not believe.

One of the things that people like to do most every day is to stand on the ridges and look at their crops.

I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, this hybrid rice that can produce more than 1,000 catties of rice will be gone, and all this is just a dream.

The old man with the cigarette pouch and the people of the same village were idle and had nothing to do, and stood in the orderly field as usual, looking at the crops that had already produced their own ears.

In order to facilitate the management of the field and implement the high-yield rice model, the canals and ridges are all trimmed.

Most of the old trees in the field have been cut down, which is also a helpless thing, after all, these old trees are blocking the regularity of the canal.

However, there is still an old elm money tree on the ground of the old man's house in the tobacco bag, and it is the hottest time in summer, so he gathers under this old elm tree to chat.

Because the old man with a cigarette bag was rated as an advanced individual, and his grandson was a general in the border army, he was still relatively prestigious among the people of the county.

The common people who can squat with him are basically the patriarchs of the ancestral hall, and their status is not low.

Today they got together, and these ancestral patriarchs also took a pot of good wine, set a few side dishes, and drank under this elm money tree.

One of the ancestral patriarchs sighed and said, "The tax will be levied soon, I don't know how much our class will start this time." ”

The old man with the cigarette pouch was already an old man, and he knew what the patriarch of the ancestral hall meant by this, and he understood why they brought a pot of good wine and a few side dishes today.

These ancestral patriarchs obviously wanted to get some words out of his mouth, wanting to ask how much this year's class would be and how much food he would have to pay.

After all, no matter how much grain they grow, as long as the levy increases, rice consumption, and private expenses, they will not be able to leave much grain in their hands.

According to the old habit of the bureaucratic gentry, the amount of grain levied in a good year was bound to increase, and they had less grain left.

In the end, in the year of poor harvest, because the taxes levied are less, the people have more surplus grain in their hands.

The old man with the cigarette bag knew what these ancestral patriarchs meant, and he could only drink this meal in vain today, and he didn't know how much the tax was this time.

The old man, like other ordinary people, does not want this tax to be reduced, as long as it is still the same as in previous years.

If the levy is carried out as in previous years, they will probably have 30% of the grain left in their hands, and it will definitely be difficult to feed the family in the past.

In the past, one acre of land could produce a maximum of 200 catties of grain, and the remaining three achievements were 60 catties of grain.

At present, if the grain output of one acre of land is more than 1,000 catties, it will be counted as 1,000 catties, and if there is 30 percent of the remaining grain, it will be 300 catties of grain.

That's 300 pounds!

When the old man with a cigarette bag thought of this amount, he couldn't help but get excited in his heart, and the grain left in one acre of land was more than the grain produced in all the past one acre.

Although the old man with a cigarette bag is an advanced individual, his grandson is a general of the border army, and he is really called a seven-grade military attaché.

But he also did not have any privileges, and the purpose of the land reform was to treat everyone equally, with his ability and the fact that the family also had a ploughing cow sent by his grandson.

This time, a total of five acres of land were divided, and if there were 300 catties left in each acre, he would be able to leave 1,500 catties of grain this season alone.

The old man with a tobacco bag is enough to eat two catties of grain a day, and it is sixty catties of grain in a month, and it is only more than 700 catties of grain throughout the year.

After deducting one year's rations, in the summer season alone, the old man with a tobacco bag can have about 800 catties of grain left in his five acres of land.

This was completely unimaginable before, not to mention that there is still so much grain left in one season, and it is already good to be able to eat for four or five months until the next season's harvest.

What's more, after the common people have collected grain, they have obviously collected a lot of grain, and after paying all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, there is not much grain left, so they can only dig up some wild vegetable roots to eat.

In the year of the disaster, it was even more miserable, because there was no food to carry the famine, so I could only eat Guanyin soil.

Where is this thing eaten by people, many people eat Guanyin soil, and their stomachs are swollen and die within a few days.

In order to survive, more ordinary people can only eat each other, you are my child, I will eat your child.

The old man also wanted to know how much the tax would be this year, and after drinking a few glasses of wine, he patted his chest drunkly: "Brothers, don't worry, I'll go to the county government to ask those officials later." ”

Several patriarchs of the ancestral hall couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard the old man with the tobacco bag say this, the old man with the tobacco bag was very close to several officials.

As long as he can help with the items, this year's tax may be collected according to previous years, and that's it.

The people don't want much, even if they don't collect it according to the way in previous years, they can fall into two percent, and they can fall into one percent if they don't do well.

Even if it is 100 catties, there will be 100 catties of grain left per mu of land, which is 40 catties more than the previous 60 catties of grain.

If the crown prince Zhu Cihong knew that the people's thoughts were like this, it was so low, so low that it was unimaginable.

I don't know how to feel, this group of simple people, just a little food can satisfy them.

As a result, all the ordinary people in the world basically can't get such a little request.

All of them were oppressed by the bureaucracy and gentry, and finally forced the officials to force the people to rebel, so they could only leave their hometowns to rebel.

But as long as there is a little way to live, who wants to leave his hometown and ancestral grave, become a rogue who may be killed at any time, and live a life of fear all day long.