And another problem that made Dou Yan think of was that some time ago, Emperor Han Jing heard that Dou Yan, a little sycophant, made his wife very happy, so Long Xin was happy and gave Dou Yan ten gold.

The Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system, and implemented a second-class currency system in which gold and copper coins were parallel. In the Han Dynasty, gold as a currency was calculated in catties, and a pound of gold was also called a gold, and a gold was worth 10,000 yuan, that is to say, Dou Yan's sycophant won 100,000 yuan, which was worth half a year's salary of his father, plus the silk silk given by Mrs. Dou or something, well, it was almost time for his father's salary for a year.

Thinking of this, Dou Yan couldn't help but sigh complacently, it seems that in any era, excellent talents who can make sycophants are popular everywhere, and my father will earn so much money after working hard for a year, and he even boasted about it, and fooled the old lady with a small gift, well, it should be said that he flattered the old lady, and in a blink of an eye, he got such a rich return, which is really valuable. It seems that excellent sycophancy does not necessarily lack material rewards compared to practical ability, and this is a good example.

slapped her, and even the emperor had to express it, what does this mean, it shows that she is the eldest parent, and the mother has said it, if you don't express it as a son, it is unfilial piety, and you will be struck by thunder, uh...... Let's not discuss the issue of whether to be struck by lightning or not, in short, Dou Yan summed up an experience, that is, the thick thighs of the old lady Dou should not only be held steady, but also held firmly.

"Brother, what are you doing in a daze, let's not watch it." Dou Zhi saw her brother's sad face for a while, and smiled happily for a while, and couldn't help but say angrily.

"This, well, I just look at the general ledger, as for those ledgers, whoever should be responsible is responsible, don't bother me." Dou Yan coughed dryly twice and defined his responsibilities. "Now that I have looked at the general account, I don't know where there are many workshops and tenants in our Dou Mansion, and I hope Uncle Bao can sue one or two."

"Most of the workshops are on the edge of the Bahe River in the west of the city, and our Dou family's 8,327 acres of land are also there, where a total of 52 households cultivate, because the farmers are not manpowered, so more than 8,300 acres of fields can only be planted in rotation, so as not to be wasted."

“？？” When Dou Yan heard this, he came back to his senses for a long time. "Fifty-two households, but they can't even cultivate more than 8,300 acres of fields?"

Uncle Bao, the housekeeper, couldn't help but be stunned, but Dou Bone, who usually likes to talk a lot, hurriedly explained to Dou Yan. "Back to Gongzi, one household has the limit of cultivating 100 acres. If you don't have a farmer with cattle, I'm afraid you will have less ploughing. ”

"How much grain can you harvest in that acre?" Dou Yan smashed his mouth and asked curiously.

"Usually one acre of millet is more than one and a half stones, our field is a good field on the side of the Bahe River, one mu can get nearly two and a half stones, a household can get two hundred and fifty stones for a year's work, handed over to the house twenty-five stones, can get about two hundred and twenty-five stones, if it is a bad year, at most it can harvest two hundred stones." Uncle Bao, the housekeeper, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied. It seems that Gongzi is far worse than the hard-working lord who eats snacks, at least he belongs to the kind of lord whose limbs are not diligent and whose grains are not divided, otherwise how can he not even know how many fields a family can cultivate?

"One acre of millet is only two stones a year, I rely on it, it won't be so bad, right?" When Dou Yan heard this, his eyes suddenly bulged. Dou Yan was also a history lover and a fan of historical travel novels before he crossed over, although he can't remember the weight comparison between all dynasties and the 21st century, but he still has some impressions of the Han and Tang eras.

One stone in the Han Dynasty is about twenty-seven city catties in the twenty-first century, which means that the yield per mu in the Han Dynasty is only sixty catties and less than seventy catties. Dou Yan knew that Han Mu was now calculated according to 240 steps as an acre, but one Han Mu was at least equivalent to seventy percent of the size of one mu in later generations.

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Dou Yan happened to be a cadre of college student villages before crossing, eating, drinking and Lasa are all in the grassroots farmers' homes in the old area of northern Shaanxi, and the work is also in the field, so he also knows a little agricultural knowledge, although he is located in a poor mountainous area, and is still in the farming method of people pulling cattle to plough, but the yield per mu of millet dry land at that time is also around five or six hundred catties, and the use of high yield and high fertilizer can even reach ** 100 catties, according to seventy percent, there can also be a 400 catties, converted into Han stone, which is equivalent to the output of fifteen stones. And now, it is only equal to a fraction of the future generations. How can this convince Dou Yan? Even if there is no hybrid, it is impossible to be lower than this, right?

Dou Yan still remembers that the old farmers in the village once told themselves that before and after liberation, there were no good seeds, nitrogen fertilizer, phosphate fertilizer, and potassium fertilizer were all floating clouds, and they could be cultivated with heart.

Hearing Dou Yan's exclamation, the sweat on the head of the old housekeeper Uncle Bao almost caught up with the waterfall, and he fell to his knees on the floor with a bang. "Childe, the old slave has no lies." Even the voice seemed to tremble slightly.

Dou Yan couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the housekeeper Uncle Bao, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Uncle Bao, look at what you are doing, you are an old man in our family for many years, I heard my father say, after the death of the ancestors, it was you who did not abandon and followed your father, waiting for me to be around, how can I not believe you, but I really didn't expect that the people's hard work for a year was only more than 200 stones, which really surprised me." ”

Hearing Dou Yan's words, he knew that Dou Yan didn't make a special trip to find fault, and Uncle Bao, the housekeeper who took himself to Liwei, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The son is so kind and courteous, it is really a blessing for the master." To tell the truth, the master is indeed very merciful, and the tenants of our family only need to pay 11 percent of the rent, and some of the other noble families collect as much as 30 percent of the rent, and some even receive 50 percent. ”

Hearing this, Dou Yan could only be silent, there will be an exploiting class in any era, for such a thing, even if Dou Yan knows, he has no problem, I'm afraid that even the emperor can't control it, he can't control it.

Dou Yan shook his head, put the discomfort in his heart behind, and smiled at the housekeeper Uncle Bao: "Well, since Yan woke up, he has never been out of Chang'an City, and now that my father will preside over the affairs of the mansion to me, I should also go to see the workshop and the property in the mansion." ”

"Great, I'm going too!" As soon as Dou Zhi heard this, she immediately moved her eyebrows, the little girl didn't seem to have enough fun at the last garden party, and she was excited when she heard that she was going out, Dou Yan couldn't help but glare at her, even if she wanted to go out, please don't make it so explicit, okay?

Dou Zhi stuck out her tongue a little embarrassed, but a pair of watery apricot eyes looked at Dou Yan directly, which means that you dare not take me there, see how I can't let you go, well, in short, Dou Yan understood his sister's eyes.

"Okay, it's okay to go if you want to, but you have to listen to your brother, otherwise you'll ......" Dou Yan touched his smooth chin and said with a serious face. In exchange for Dou Zhi's lovely white eyes. "Hmph, I knew you would say that again."

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ps: Yesterday I checked the information about the yield per mu of the Han Dynasty and related agriculture, and I checked it for almost a day, and finally came up with a clear answer that I was more satisfied with.

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