What is the concept of 80% of the contribution share?

The basic crop of Panshizhai is wheat. The host is an out-and-out otaku.,To put it mildly, it's thinking about life in silence.,In fact, it's a lazy man with industrious limbs.。 It is certainly impossible for someone who has never done farm work to know the exact yield in the field. Tianhao can only be judged according to the relevant information of the civilized era: the yield of wheat per mu at that time was about 500 to 900 catties. The news has also broken out the prominent figures of more than 3,000 catties per mu. But even if you take the higher value, calculated with the astonishing amount of food eaten by the villagers of Panshizhai, at least 40 to 50 percent of the grain production quota of the year will be required to barely survive.

If, according to Fu Song's requirements, 80 percent of next year's grain output in the village is paid, the people of the entire Panshi village will not survive the winter.

The flames were burning with firewood, like a red devil, luring out the ferocity and anger of these people gathered by the fire from the deepest part of their hearts with their heat and heat. Tianhao saw that Yonggang's face was full of anger that he had never seen before, and the old priest's expression looked a little tired, with an indescribable sense of emptiness, which was obviously mixed with anger and intense pain, slowly tearing and shattering those best qualities.

“…… Ason, you can't do that...... It can't be ......," the old priest murmured in a hoarse voice. He hasn't given up yet and is making his last effort.

Yonggang's hands were clenched into fists, and the teeth that were clenched together suddenly loosened: "Why?" According to your approach, there is simply not enough food left. You want the whole village to starve to death? ”

"You don't understand." Fu Song's eyes that tried to open wide released a frenzied brilliance like fire: "You don't understand. I will pay tribute to the king, and I will give the best of ours to the patriarch. He will see my loyalty, and he will know that there is such a small village as ours on the remote seaside. He will also give me a surname...... Got it? Real last name! A surname that only nobles can get! ”

The old priest and Yonggang were stunned. Even the calm Tianhao couldn't help but open his lips slightly and slowly inhaled a breath of cold air.

Surname?

Fu Song didn't have a surname, all he had was a name. In order to become a "Niufusong", one needs to be recognized by at least the head of the clan and issue a document before the surname of the reward can be used publicly.

Barbarians with surnames, all nobles.

Fu Song's last words activated the remaining host memories in Tianhao's brain. He had heard of something similar: many years ago, the head of a stockade in the east had handed over most of the grain produced that year to the clan, and for this reason the patriarch was appreciated and given a surname. Just a week after the proclamation was issued, the brutal leader's entire family was killed by the villagers of the village, leaving no one behind. The hungry men gnawed down the bones of the dead, and by the time the tribe heard the news and sent reinforcements, the whole village had fled, and the place was deserted.

People of civilized times could never understand the barbarians' desire for a surname. Even if Fu Song sat in the high position of the leader of the stockade, in the eyes of the nobles, he was still just an ordinary commoner, even a pariah.

"I know what you think." Fu Song swept in all directions with a confident and fierce gaze, and let out a powerful threat: "There are so many deer buried under the snowdrifts in the valley, and the monsters in the sea have been killed, we have many ways to get food. Rest assured! No one will starve to death next winter, otherwise I wouldn't have done a population exchange business with Qinglongzhai. ”

He has a good reason.

The old priest stood up slowly, without the slightest remorse, and staggered towards the door. Tianhao hurriedly jumped up, walked quickly to the side and supported his arm. There was no warmth between the skinny palms, only the hardness and coldness of an old man.

Out of the door, walking in the snow, looking at the wooden houses that shone in the distance with orange light, the old priest's black eyes were full of pain and anger. He whispered, "Fu Song is a liar, he lied to us. When we declared to hand over so much grain this year, Yonggang and I disagreed. But in the end, we were all convinced by him. ”

Tianhao was very calm, and his tone was as cold as the night wind: "With the first time, there will definitely be a second time, and there will be a third and fourth ...... in the future."

"Fu Song didn't get what he wanted from the king, he didn't get a rewarded surname." The old priest felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart, and he grabbed Tianhao's hand tightly: "He doesn't understand at all, there are too few people in our village. How much land can more than 200 people cultivate? How much food can be produced on this little land? The total amount of the base is small, even if the amount you pay is high, it is useless. The entire Lei Niu tribe has hundreds of thousands of people, and in the eyes of the king, where would he care about the little things that everyone in a small village has to pay for their food and clothing? ”

Tianhao didn't speak, he was slightly surprised. I didn't expect the old priest to have such insight. Just like the corporate tax payment in the civilized era, large enterprises such as "Tencent" and "Huawei" paid at least 100 million yuan. On the other hand, a small restaurant or supermarket in a remote suburban county, even if you grit your teeth and stomp your feet to pay all your business income, compared with the former, you can't even count as a mosquito leg.

"The leader doesn't understand this." Tianhao hit the nail on the head: "Don't say it's eighty percent, even if all the grain produced in the village next year is handed over, the king may not give him a surname." ”

The old priest closed his eyes in pain and froze in place: "...... You're right. ”

However, Tianhao's next words immediately made the old priest feel the chill and fear that pierced the bone marrow: "If he can't achieve his goal, he will continue to do this." In the following year, the amount of contributions will become 90 percent, or even higher. ”

The old priest fell into a long silence. Until Tianhao carried him to the door of his wooden house, the old man did not make a sound from beginning to end. But watching him hunch his back and slowly enter the room, as the door closed, completely sealing the last ray of flame light from the room, and when some of the surrounding areas were shrouded in darkness again, Tianhao knew that he had planted a thorn deep in the old priest's heart, and it would grow rapidly over time, turning into a sharp spear capable of killing people.

Fu Song said a weighty sentence before: he is the leader, and he alone has the final say in everything in Panshizhai.

……

Early in the morning, Tianhao and Tianmad left the village early.

Fu Song was an impatient, and he couldn't wait even a second to get his surname. The declaration documents were done overnight, urging Tianhao to go on the road.

Walking on the snow is strenuous, and you can't really walk far at the end of the day. The two brothers had been mentally prepared for this, and their skin bags were filled with frozen meat, enough to consume back and forth.

According to the custom of the northern barbarians, the leader of a clan can be called king. For example, the leader of the Niu clan called himself the "Ox King". Below, the leaders of the various tribes belonging to the Niu clan are the patriarchs. Thunderhorn City, where the Thunder Niu Patriarch is located, is about a ten-day walk from Rock Village, which requires passing through several small villages, as well as the larger Red Hoof City.

It's almost impossible to camp out in the wild in such weather. No matter how late it is, Tianhao and Tianmad have to cheer up and go to the next village to seek accommodation. The cost is very simple, and it is offset directly with frozen meat.

The barbarians also had money, gold, silver, and copper, which were worth a hundred times the same amount as each other. Among them, gold coins have the highest value and are quite rare in the market, and most of them are silver and copper coins commonly used by ordinary people.

When he left the stockade, the old priest gave Tianhao a small money bag sewn from animal skins. There was a silver coin inside, more than thirty copper coins. I usually live in the village, where I don't spend money, but it's different when I come out, and I have to wrap it around my body.

For several days in a row, they begged for accommodation in different villages, and all the local villagers refused to accept metal currency. In their opinion, hard frozen meat is more credible than shiny metal discs.

The city of Baedho had tall walls and was guarded by heavily armed soldiers at its gates. No documents are required, and a tall, muscular physique with yellow skin is a sign of passage. The two brothers walked into the vast and huge city gate and were shocked by the inner landscape of the city.

In the era of civilization, Red Hoof City was just a small county, with a population of about 50,000. The buildings here are of both wooden and brick construction. This shows that the northern barbarians are not as backward as Tianhao thought, but the Panshi Village is located in a remote area, and there is not much contact with other barbarian cities, and many things feel unfamiliar.

I found a hotel to stay in. Tianhao looked at the two beds made of bricks in the room, and couldn't help but be a little funny. The room layout is similar to the "standard room" of the civilization era, the bed is covered with animal skins, and it is estimated that it is burning on the ground kang, which is warm and comfortable.

Money can be used here, and the value is strong: a night in such a room costs nothing more than two copper plates.

The innkeeper was a plump middle-aged woman. Her skin was very white, and through the open mouth of her thick leather robe, she could see the red shirt she wore inside. The style is not much different from the civilized era, but it can't be touched by reaching out, and Tianhao can't tell whether the texture is hemp or cotton.

She is very good at business, and there is a restaurant next door to the hotel. The two brothers had been gone for a day, and they were really hungry. Tianhao asked for two large bowls of stewed meat and more than a dozen pancakes. In his mouth, he tasted the familiar taste of pork. The meat is stewed badly, fat and thin, chopsticks pull out a little garlic from the bottom of the bowl, and the sauce is probably made of soybeans. Sprinkled with red and bright dried chili peppers, the cake was broken into small pieces and stuffed with gravy in his mouth, Tianhao, who had been eating barbecue and broth for many days, finally felt relieved and felt that this world was not as terrifying as he originally imagined.

The pancakes are made of coarse flour and have a lot of bran. It's a little stingy when you swallow it, but it's much better with hot water and soup.