Feng Hanzhao said: "I've heard a little, but it's better to see than to hear, so I want to come and see the land and grain here."

The old farmer asked, "The land I planted was originally owned by Lord Cao, a counselor of the Imperial Historical Observatory in the court. Later, I heard that Lord Cao had returned to his hometown, so he bought the land at a price. Is Childe going to buy land? We can't buy more than 100 acres of land here. There are no restrictions on buying food. ”

Feng Hanzhao asked, "That's fine. Husband, since you have only rented this land in recent years, what about you before? Is it a tenant? ”

The old peasant replied, "It's a tenant." When I was young, I walked through several places, and finally settled in Jiangyuan. ”

Feng Hanzhao asked: "Does my uncle think that the land of the owner is better, or is it better to plant the land in the county?"

The old farmer said: "This owner's land, if the rent is raised, the rent will be raised." When you encounter a bad year and can't pay the rent, you will take it back. Sometimes the owner is a good person and sympathetic to the tenants below, but when he encounters a domineering head of the village, he will inevitably be exploited again. ”

Zhen Zhen couldn't help but ask on the side, "What about the land that the county gave you?"

The old farmer replied: "The old man signed a ten-year contract with the county government, and some people signed it for 15 or 20 years. If I die, my son can continue to plant the land if he wishes. The rent is also set to death, twenty percent, and it will not rise for ten years. So as far as my old man is concerned, it's better to plant the land in the county. Down-to-earth. ”

Zhen Zhen asked: "When I was on the side of the road, I saw you holding a small basket and sprinkling white things into the field. What is that? ”

The old farmer said: "Childe looked really carefully. That's insecticidal lime. The fields are sprinkled with lime, so there can be fewer leeches. ”

Feng Hanzhao asked, "Does my husband have newly reclaimed land?"

The old farmer said: "Hui Gongzi, no." The old man is now serving these few acres of land, and it is not a problem to feed his family. ”

Zhen Zhen asked, "How much grain can be produced in one acre of land?"

The old farmer said: "A few hundred catties." How many are these, it depends on the right time, place and people. God appreciates food, and the wind and rain are smooth; The land will be dung and watered; This man has to be diligent, weeding and catching insects; In this way, you can receive five hundred pounds. ”

Zhen Zhen sighed: "No wonder it is said that every grain is hard. Looks like this year's harvest is pretty good, right? ”

The old farmer said: "Tuo Gongzi Jiyan, this year is indeed smooth. The old man thanked God for his grace, exerted more effort, and collected more food. ”

Feng Hanzhao asked, "How many people are in my father-in-law's family?"

The old farmer said: "There are two sons and a daughter. The two sons have become relatives, the family has been separated, and the daughter has also married. The two of us lived with the boss. Today, the eldest father-in-law celebrates his birthday, and he took his daughter-in-law and children to celebrate his birthday. ”

Feng Hanzhao asked, "Why did you split up?" It is easy to farm with many people, and most people are reluctant to separate families, so the family can help each other by living together.

The old farmer said: "There are young people in the village who are willing to go to distant places to open up wasteland and plant new fields. The second child looked moved and wanted to go. The old man can't do it now, he doesn't want to run so far, and he is used to living in the village, so he doesn't want to go. So he let the old two go out. ”

Feng Hanzhao asked, "How far is this distance?"

The old farmer said: "After Shiqiao Village, you have to walk ten miles into the mountains. There's a stream running down the hill over there. ”

Feng Hanzhao said: "In this way, everyone is still willing to reclaim the wasteland."

The old farmer said: "That is, the newly opened ownerless wasteland, you can get the title deed, of course the young people are willing."

Zhen Zhen suddenly asked, "Old man, there is something unknown below, I want to ask you."

The old farmer said: "Son, don't be polite, please tell me if you have something."

Zhen Zhen said: "Fang Cai, you said that there are mountains and streams in the place where your son went to open up the wasteland, and it sounds good there, how can there be a large area of ownerless wasteland?"

The old farmer said with a smile: "Gongzi doesn't know, this Jiangyuan County is the fief of the prince of Qingjiang in my dynasty, and all the land and taxes are the prince's of Qingjiang." This ownerless wasteland is actually the prince who took out his own land and gave it to the people to cultivate. This kind of good thing is only available in our two counties, Jiangyuan and Qingjiang. My eldest daughter-in-law is from another county, and there is no such good thing in her mother's family. Now the girls in Jiangyuan County are reluctant to marry outside, and everyone says that they must have land if they stay in Jiangyuan, and they will not worry about food and clothing if they are diligent; He is not afraid of famine. If it weren't for that, my two sons wouldn't have been able to marry a daughter-in-law. ”

On the other side of the bamboo shed, the old woman's tea had already been boiled, and it was brought up: "Son, please use tea."

The tea fell into the tea cup, exuding a fragrance, Feng Hanzhao couldn't help but take a sip of it, and suddenly felt that the sweet fragrance in his mouth overflowed: "Good tea!"

The old farmer said: "It seems that Gongzi is a tea lover." This is a few tea trees planted in front of the house and behind the house of the old man's house, and the tea kneaded by my mother-in-law before and after Qingming was boiled with the water from the well next to it. If the son doesn't dislike it, let my mother-in-law pack some for you to take away. ”

Feng Hanzhao smiled and said, "Then thank you." After chatting for so long, I still don't know my father-in-law's surname? ”

The old farmer said: "The son is polite. The old man's surname is Zhang, Zhang Zhu. ”

Feng Hanzhao said: "Thank you Daddy Zhang for the tea, we still have to hurry, so we will leave first."

Seeing him get up, the old woman took out a clay pot of tea leaves. Feng Hanzhao gestured to Feng Qi, Feng Qi entered the house and took the clay pot, took out another ingot of silver, and put it in the old woman's hand.

The old woman excused herself again and again: "How can this be made?" Some tea leaves aren't worth a few bucks. You are guests, how can there be a reason for guests to drink tea and give money? ”

Feng Hanzhao said: "This is not the money we drink tea, this is the money from selling your tea." When I finish drinking, I'll let them buy it again, and if you don't accept it, old man, then I don't dare to send them back again. ”

Feng Qi even added a sentence: "Old man, let's tear it like this again, it will delay the son's journey." Collect it. These words made the old woman dare not refuse, so she could only thank her. Feng Qi found a piece of furoshiki and tied the clay pot diagonally to his body.

The four of them left the bamboo hut, got on their horses, and continued on their way. Feng Hanzhao turned his head to Zhen Zhen beside him and said, "What do you think of this father's words?"

Zhen Zhen said: "I think he is very sincere, not like a fake."

Feng Hanzhao shook his head and said, "He looks at our brocade-clothed horses, unlike the locals, so he picks out good words." lest evil come out of the mouth. ”

Zhen Zhen asked, "How do you know?"

Feng Hanzhao said: "He has been a tenant all his life, but he has not saved any land. You see that he and his wife are clearly not lazy people, which means that they have suffered a man-made disaster. At least that was the case before. ”

Zhen Zhen said: "No wonder he said that he was exploited by the head of the village."

Feng Hanzhao said: "I don't know if there are more or fewer black-hearted Zhuangtou in Jiangyuan County, and how black-hearted it is."

Zhen Zhen asked, "Then tomorrow we have to change into more plain clothes?"

Feng Qi burst out laughing when he heard this, and Zhen Zhen asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Qi said: "Miss, don't worry, it means that even if the prince and the young lady wear cloth clothes, they will not be like those who work in the fields."

Feng Hanzhao snorted, and Feng Qi hurriedly changed his words: "It's Childe and Miss."

Zhen Zhen said: "It seems to be right, this hand is not like doing farm work." So what to do? ”

Feng Hanzhao said: "What's so difficult about this, we don't like it, it's enough for the two of them to be like."

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