Walking out of the door, the eyes suddenly opened up, blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green fields, Li Xian's depression in his heart also dissipated a lot, although most of the memories of "Li Si" are there, but he still wants to walk around and string the things in his memory one by one.

His broken earth house is on the mountainside of a hill, and looking left and right, there are dozens of earth houses also standing around this hill, this is Fengtian Village. There were two or three circles of scattered dry fields under the mountainside, and there were no crops in sight, only a few people turning over the soil. At the foot of the mountain is a rice field stretching out, and beyond is a large river.

This is Guangdong, the spring water is early, and the river is turbulent, and it should be the river he has not had time to cross before. Li Xi looked back at the hill where he was located, and said in his heart that this was the hill that had collapsed.

The deceased is gone, and if he comes, he will be safe, Li Xi calmed down and walked down the mountain. About a mile or two away there was another mountain, and a column of black smoke was rising into the sky, violently encroaching on the virgin clean sky, and faintly heard the clanging sound, and his memory told him that it was the mine. Looking at the location of the mountain, and then thinking about the muddy village road that he was struggling with before crossing the Jetta, Li Xian suddenly realized that the mountain was the big pit he was washed down by the mudslide, but three hundred years later, the mountain has been completely cut off.

"Fourth brother, is your head okay?"

Passing by a dry field, a person suddenly stopped Li Shi, and turned his head to see that he was a simple man in his thirties.

Lin Dashu, this name followed this face in Li Xian's mind, and then hooked it up, which made him slightly surprised. This man is a tenant of his family, and the dry land of about two acres under his feet is the ration field of Li Shi's family. It's a pity that Li Shi doesn't know how to farm, so he gives Lin Daluo a fifty-fifty share, and he can receive about three or four stone buds of rice every year [1].

It's amazing that he is still a small landowner......

"It's okay, but it's spring ploughing?"

Li Shi responded casually.

"It's still early, the spring bud rice will not be planted until a month later, and now the ground is just warm, so I have to take advantage of this time to turn over the soil."

Lin Dashu explained wholeheartedly.

"This year, the weather is warm early, and the paddy fields will be planted soon, and after the fourth brother's land is busy, we still have to take care of our own fields."

Li Xian suddenly realized that people were not just his tenants, but also had their own fields at home, and to plant his two acres of dry land was somewhat of a sense of friendship and help farming.

Then Li Xian remembered that he still had ten acres of paddy fields at home! But Tian Gu has been sold to the rich man in this area, Master Zhong, leaving only the field skin, which is the so-called permanent tenant right, and he himself is the tenant of Master Zhong. And Li Shi can't even plant dry fields, let alone paddy fields. The ten acres of paddy fields are all planted by Guan Fengsheng and hired workers, deducting rent and wages, and he can still receive seven or eight taels of silver every year.

Farming or something, Li Xi had a headache when he thought about it, and he couldn't figure out the tenant relationship of the fields and bones. But counting it, he has four stones of corn every year, close to three hundred kilograms of grain, if he is not afraid of eating into a cob, there is no problem with a full stomach, plus seven or eight taels of silver, it seems that a person can survive, why do you still run to mine?

"The price of goods during the Kangxi period was ......"

Li Xi rummaged for information in the memories of the two eras, although he had also studied Qing history, but the relevant information was only vague and impressed. For example, in the later period of Kangxi, the price of rice was about one stone and one tael of silver, and the price of land was about four or five taels per mu, but the finer things were not clear. And "Li Si" in this era is a guy who doesn't know firewood, rice, oil and salt, and his impression is not very deep.

Walking on the ridges of the field, Li Shi's rummaging gradually came to fruition, it turned out to be like this, this is still a word...... Bitter.

Before his father died of illness, the funeral not only spent his father's savings, but also sold the bones of the ten acres of paddy fields. And he respected his father's order and insisted on studying for the first two years. In order to be qualified as a child, he must enter a private school, and most of the income from the ten acres of land was taken out to be the cultivation and festival of the school teacher, not relying on Guan Fengsheng's care, he even had a problem eating.

It's a pity that he didn't pass several county exams, let alone the prefectural and hospital exams. Last year, there was a drought in northern Guangdong, and the paddy fields were short-harvested, and the amount of silver in hand also shrank significantly. He "Li Si" felt the pressure of life, and had to fade his heart to test his fame, went to the mine as a miner, and earned seven or eight yuan of silver a month, which was finally barely able to get by.

What can you do with seven or eight dollars of silver? The soldiers of the green battalion soldiers of the Qing Dynasty paid one or two and a half dollars of silver per month [2], and three buckets of rice, even in the Kangxi Dynasty, they were all called unable to live. Li Xi vaguely remembered that in this era, a pound of pork was counted as silver for about three cents, one tael was equal to ten yuan, and one coin was equal to ten yuan. In other words, he worked as a miner for a month and could buy about 20 catties of pork. Based on the price of pork before Li Xian's crossing, the monthly salary is equivalent to 400 yuan, plus the rent of the paddy field and the income from the ration field, it seems that it is not considered the extreme poverty class.

"If you don't have a mortgage, you don't pay for water and electricity, maybe you can earn more than you did before the crossing."

Li Xi sighed like this, and then was stunned, no, no, no, how could it be better than three hundred years later?

In the later period of Kangxi, like him, in addition to the basic rations in January, there was an average of more than one or two pieces of silver, which was only on the food and clothing line. When Jin Yong's ancestor Cha Shenxing was the editor of the Hanlin Academy, the sedan chair man hired a monthly salary of one or two silver, counting a little extra reward, in order to barely survive. According to the records of contemporaries, every quarter of silver is only enough to feed one's stomach. "Dream of Red Mansions" is also set in this era, in which Grandma Liu says that a family of five consumes 30 taels a year, which is about the same amount as the historians of Li Xian's time.

Why do you still think you can live? What's the problem?

While walking, he calculated his "cost of living", and also brought out some details of life, and suddenly realized that he was still looking at things with the thinking before the time-travel, many things, the cost of three hundred years later is basically negligible, but in this era, it is the bulk of the expenses.

For example, firewood, rice, oil and salt, living in mountainous areas, have their own fields, not to mention firewood and rice, this oil and salt is at the same level as the price of meat, and sugar is also about the same. As a person in the 21st century, a pound of salt costs 20 yuan, which is only something that happened after Xiao Yueben's nuclear power plant exploded, and it is unimaginable that a pound of sugar costs 20 yuan. As for cloth or something, it would be a big expense, and Li Shi then remembered that the short robe on Second Sister Guan was actually what he wore when he was young......

There is land rent, there is wages, and when you calculate it together, Li Shi's income is basically the same as that of the green battalion soldiers, no wonder he feels that he is living a very hard life.

"Bitter or not, think of the Red Army's 25,000 ......"

After taking stock of the family background of the original owner of his body, Li Xian sighed in his heart, although he was only a grass farmer, but this starting point was not negative after all.

[1: As early as the Song Dynasty, the rights and interests of land began to be differentiated into ownership and use rights, and in the Qing Dynasty, it was more prevalent in the south, with the ownership of the bones of the field and the right of use of the skin. The landlord has the right of ownership, the tenant has the right to use, the right of use can be transferred and leased, and the landlord cannot interfere, which is the right of perpetual tenant. Since this book is written about grass people, I can't avoid farming, and I will continue to talk about these things in the future. The main thing is to remind you that the root of Chinese history is in the land, and the evolution of history is not as simple as population surge and land annexation. 】

[2: The Qing Dynasty green battalion soldiers are divided into three categories: horsemen, soldiers, and guards, and the latter two categories are classified as infantry, but the horsemen do not necessarily have horses, and the guards do not necessarily only guard, as the rank of soldiers, the monthly salary of the horsemen is 2 taels, the soldiers are 1 tael and 5 money, and the guards are 1 tael. 】