Although the economic and people's livelihood in the north is not something that Mu Hongsheng, a girl in the back house, must know, Mu Zhengyi doesn't mind spending some time to popularize these things for her little sister.

General Mu has guarded the northern border for generations, and every Mu family member actually has some special feelings for this land. Mu Zhengyi's expectation for the future of the north is not just that there will be peace and no war.

"Little sister, do you know how much is an acre of fertile land near Gyeonggi worth? How much is an acre of land near Qinfeng Road worth? Mu Zhengyi asked: "When you get married in the future, you will also be the lady in charge, and your dowry must always be calculated clearly, and there is no harm in learning some things."

"Gyeonggi's words......" Mu Hongshang tilted her head and thought carefully before replying: "When the head of the family came over during the Chinese New Year, I heard my grandmother and mother discussing buying another farm. I remember that my grandmother said that this year's fields in Gyeonggi are 50 koku per mu, and I don't know how much silver 50 koku is. ”

"It's not necessarily how much silver it is," Mu Zhengyi shook his head with a smile: "This is because grain prices often fluctuate, and throughout the year, the price of spring grain is different from that of autumn." Therefore, in the purchase and sale of land, the price is often denominated in grain, and the price is relatively stable in a year, but there are fluctuations in good and bad years. For two consecutive years of bumper years, the price of grain is actually cheap, so ordinary fields in Gyeonggi can only be bought with 50 stone of grain. If it is a disaster year, it is possible to get forty-five stones. ”

"Oh!" Mu Hongsheng nodded instructively: "What about Qin Fenglu?"

"Qinfeng Road has many mountains, the natural conditions are not as good as those in Gyeonggi, and the land is naturally cheaper," Mu Zhengyi replied: "At present, one acre of land in Qinfeng Road only costs forty-five stones." This is because the weather in the area of Qinfeng Road is cooler, the rain is less, and the farmers have a large variety of millet, and the harvest of one acre of land is slightly less than that of one acre of land in Gyeonggi. In the same way, at present, one acre of land in Jiangnan can be sold for sixty-five stones, because one acre of land in Jiangnan can be planted with two crops of rice, or planted mulberry to harvest silk, and the harvest is better. Moreover, the south of the Yangtze River is densely populated, and most of the land is concentrated in the hands of large households, and there is no large amount of land to be traded in the market. ”

"What about the North?" Mu Hongshang asked again.

"The Pingchuan area is only twenty-five stones and one acre," Mu Zhengyi replied: "If it is close to the border areas of Yan, You, and Shuo, those villages and towns that are often disturbed by Rongdi have a large amount of land around them, as long as there are people willing to plant them, the official family does not care, and they only collect a few grains of tax grain symbolically in two seasons every year." It is not easy for the people in the north, and the imperial court will never make it difficult for them in taxation. ”

"The north is bitterly cold, and the harvest is naturally not as good as in other places," Mu Qingyi added in place of his brother: "But the farmers in other places are not so easy. The harvest of an acre of land is counted, but the taxes are different in various places, the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, the people of Wufu are abundant, the harvest is good, and the taxes and forced labor are also heavier, and the income of the peasants in a year is actually similar to that of Gyeonggi and Qinfenglu. Moreover, outside the northern border, most of the land is concentrated in the hands of large landowners, and most of the ordinary peasant households rent land for farming, and in addition to taxes and rents, and then cut off the family's food rations for a year, in fact, the surplus in their hands is also limited. ”

"Therefore, Xiaomei knows," Mu Zhengyi smiled: "Although the northern border is bitter cold and wars are continuous, the people work hard there, and most of the annual harvest is their own, and in the three prefectures of Yan, You, and Shuo, which are close to the border, you can occupy land and cultivate at will, where as long as you are willing to work hard, you can have your own land, and if you want, you can even go to the government to get a field certificate." Xiaomei thinks about it, how can the people be willing to easily leave the land they have worked so hard to cultivate, it is their property, and their survival depends on it. ”

"Besides," Mu Qingyi's slightly thin body straightened up, and his tone was firm and proud: "That is the land of my Great Zhou, and the land where my Great Zhou people have lived for generations, why should I just let it out casually because of Rong Di's attack." How can we watch the people of the north unbearable and prefer to be displaced rather than relocated? Guarding the northern border and letting the people live in peace is the meaning of my General Mu guarding the northern border for generations!"

"Exactly." Mu Zhengyi looked at his younger brother with a smile, with a faint pride in his eyes: "Tsing Yi has also grown up......"

"After all, my surname is also Mu," Mu Qingyi laughed: "I was born weak, if I want to be like my eldest brother, it may be reluctant to be a general who is stable and stable, but it is more than enough to go to the north to be a minister." At least I don't have to hide in the big camp, but I can go out with the army, and I can protect myself on the battlefield, isn't it far stronger than ordinary military advisors and ministers? ”

"My brother is naturally stronger than many people." Mu Zhengyi smiled and patted Mu Qingyi's shoulder.

"Big brother is talking about me?" Mu Lingyi smiled and burst out of the moon gate on one side, and walked side by side with Mu Qingyi: "Wait for the morning class, big brother wants to see how much I have grown in the past two years."

"Alas!" Mu Hongshang stomped her foot, quickened her pace and ran to Mu Jinyi's courtyard: "Jinyi is the latest."

Waiting for Mu Hongshang to knock on the door and pull up Mu Jinyi, Mu Zhengyi began to take his younger siblings to do morning classes in Xiaowuchang as if he had done two years ago. The eldest son, who had been training in the north for two years, came back, and Master Wu, who took the morning class, deliberately became the shopkeeper, and all of them were handed over to Mu Zhengyi to be responsible.

And then...... The three little guys, Mu Lingyi, Mu Hongsheng and Mu Jinyi, found that they had returned to the past days of morning school. Mu Qingyi has no ability to manage his younger brothers and sisters by violence, so he can only nag, but Mu Zhengyi is different, he beats people more ruthlessly than Mu Tieyi.

"Oops!" Mu Jinyi, who was kicked out by Mu Zhengyi, knocked over Mu Hongsheng, and the two fell into a heap. Mu Hongsheng, who had the bottom pad, rubbed her sore buttocks, and asked a little unbearably: "Big brother, you are a military general who has returned to Beijing, don't you want to go to the Ministry of Officials to take the examination of the meritorious department and the Jixun Division to go through the formalities!" Why don't you go to breakfast early, wait and be careful. ”

"The officials of the ministry have been in the yamen all day, so it's too late." Mu Zhengyi gently picked up the wooden stick in his hand, directly picked out the iron spear in Mu Lingyi's hand, and kicked him over by the way: "What's the use of holding it tightly in one hand, the lower plate is unstable, and the moves are all floating."

Mu Hongsheng saw that the fifth brother also flew, and immediately jumped up and copied his Tang knife and unceremoniously slashed at Mu Zhengyi's head, the posture was almost like cutting the enemy, and he didn't seem to be afraid of his eldest brother being injured at all.

However, it was very sad, Mu Zhengyi was much lazy to hide, he directly copied the wooden stick and poked Mu Hongsheng's wrist fiercely, this time it was ruthless and accurate, almost letting Mu Hongsheng's Tang knife take off his hand, and the quasi-head was naturally crooked to the sky.