Chen Fei was very sad, he felt that he had lost a thousand yuan, and he had not been happy all afternoon, and he had been staring at the system interface in a daze.

And Chen Fei's father, Chen Daomai, seemed very happy, and the smile on his face never stopped after returning from the east of the village, like a blooming chrysanthemum. also pulled two original sentences of Guanzhong's throat from time to time, which attracted the nearby villagers to look sideways.

"Hey! The old Chen family is blessed, and his son is a Wenqu star. ”

"Why can't my family give birth to such a waking baby? You look at my two porcelain horse Erleng boys, and you get angry when you look at it! ”

"I don't know what blessings the Chen family has accumulated in their previous life, the officials have come to post the poems written by his son, and I heard that Lord Zheng will also recruit Chen Fei to be a little scribe and teach him personally."

"That's right, Chen Fei, this kid I watched him grow up, except for being naughty, I haven't seen him compose poetry, why is he suddenly enlightened now?"

The nearby villagers talked a lot, but they generally expressed one meaning: all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred for the capable son of the old Chen family.

Chen Daomai seemed to enjoy the envious gaze of others, and boasted about himself while working.

"My baby wrote poems, but His Majesty the Emperor knew about it! It was he who ordered the whole country to post the poem! ”

The others were really cooperative, with sluggish expressions and a tone of voice.

"Wow! An order from His Majesty the Emperor! ”

Chen Daomai's throat suddenly became even louder: "Yes! His Majesty the Emperor also praised my children's poems for doing a good job, and asked everyone to learn his poems! ”

"Wow! Amazing! ”

.........

Chen Fei finally accepted the fact that he had drawn a guitar, and stored the guitar in the [Item Storage Module] and clapped his hands to prepare to do something for his father...

Hey? What is Daddy doing?

Chen Fei listened to his father boasting about himself, and the villagers couldn't help but turn green as they echoed.

No way! If you don't want to be ashamed, I still have to be embarrassed! It's just a poem, but as for blowing like this?

"Daddy! Can you stop talking? To face..."

Dad put down his hoe and was very unhappy that Chen Fei interrupted him.

"What's wrong? Is it true that your poems have been praised by His Majesty the Emperor? ”

Chen Fei said helplessly: "Yes, it is indeed a fact. ”

Daddy's voice was even louder.

"Come, son, read to your father what poem you have written, read it aloud!"

Nima! You're really shameless! Chen Fei was speechless about his father's vanity.

"Dad, why can you be a little more reserved? I'm very thin-skinned..."Chen Fei pulled his father's clothes and whispered.

Dad was selectively deaf, bent down, held his ear with one hand, his expression was exaggerated, and he asked in a loud voice, "What?" What do you say? Are you happy? Baby! And your poems will be read aloud. Don't hide it, it won't be long before the whole world knows about it! ”

Oh, my God! It's embarrassing! If there was a crack in the ground, Chen Fei didn't mind getting into it.

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As the sun sets, smoke rises from every household in the village not far away, and people working in the fields also carry farm tools home in twos and threes.

People in this era are simple, and life for them is farming, being able to eat enough, and then go home and sleep with their mother-in-law in their arms.

If his son is promising, he will naturally brag all over the world.

For example, Chen Fei's father, Chen Daomai.

After blowing for an afternoon, he finally stopped talking. The main reason is that everyone went back, and there was no audience to listen to him brag, so he naturally felt bored, so he stopped.

At this moment, his face was full of sorrow.

"At the end of April, in two days it will be May, and I'm afraid this field will not be planted."

Chen Daomai has been working in the field all his life, and he is very clear about farm work, even if he only needs to plant 30 acres of land (the inferior field is temporarily abandoned), he is the only one who can be regarded as a laborer in the family, and he will definitely not be able to take care of it.

In the early days of the Tang Dynasty, the government calculated taxes according to the number of men.

The only person in the Chen family who can be regarded as a man is Chen Daomai, and Chen Fei is only fifteen years old now, which is not counted.

A man has to pay two stone of rent, two horses of silk, and three taels of cotton.

Do you think the tax burden is very light? In fact, the tax burden during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty was indeed relatively light in all dynasties, and these taxes were nothing to an ordinary peasant household.

Chen Fei's family does not produce silk cotton, but it can be delivered through grain. If all the taxes were converted into grain, it would be about ten koku.

One stone is about 59 kilograms in the previous life, and ten stones is almost the output of Chen Fei's family's seven or eight acres of land or even about ten acres of land, and the family's annual net income is only about two-thirds of the cultivated fields.

It's okay to have enough to eat all year round on these fields, and you can even have a lot of surplus, but it's a bit difficult to eat well, for example, with meat.

Fortunately, Chen Fei's family still has 40 acres of land to grow fruit trees, peaches, plums, and dates, which will be the net income of Chen Fei's family if they can be sold.

Of course, in most cases, these things are difficult to sell, and even if they do, the price is not high.

Therefore, if the agricultural season is slightly delayed this year, it is possible that the family will not have enough to eat.

Chen Daomai glanced at Chen Fei who was in a daze on the edge of the field, and his thin body made Chen Daomai sigh heavily.

"My baby is growing up, but I can't eat less, my body is too thin, and I get sick when the wind blows."

Chen Daomai was silent for a while, and shouted at Chen Fei: "Baby, you go back to cook first, and send it to the field when the meal is ready." ”

"Dad, aren't you going home for dinner?"

Chen Daomai looked at his vague field and sighed: "If you don't go back to eat, you can send it to me, and I will do some more work." ”

Chen Fei stood in place, watching his father stubbornly raise the hoe and reclaim the land again and again, not knowing what it was like.

After all, the days are still too hard!

After coming to this era for so many days, Chen Fei originally thought that by virtue of being a modern person and having an education and knowledge far beyond that of people of this era, he could break out of the world here.

But what? I can't even help my father! Except for adding a burden to Daddy, it is useless to do anything else.

Poetry? Poetry can't be eaten!

Chen Fei picked up a hoe from the edge of the field and waved it with his father.

"Coward! Why don't you go home and cook here? ”

"Dad, I'd better come to the field to help, working really won't affect my future studies."

Dad stared at Chen Fei for a long time, and suddenly a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Good, good! My baby has grown up, is sensible, and knows that he can help his father work. child, if you were still here, you must be very relieved to see Ah Fei's current appearance, right? ”

Dad shook his head as if he was emotional, and suddenly his mouth grinned, and he shouted to Hu Sanpang, who was passing by the field and going home: "Old Hu! My baby is so sensible, take the initiative to help me! ”

No way! Chen Fei almost fell in a fight! Daddy is daddy, and everywhere he goes, he reveals a strong smell of vanity!