Under the imperial court system, every adult male in the village has 20 acres of Yongye land.

The crops planted in the fields are also the crops prescribed by the imperial court, spring wheat and autumn rice, and then there are beans, millet, sorghum, etc.

In the old Bo Tou'er family, there are four men in Chengding, himself, as well as Da Yan, Erlang, and San Lang.

Bo Dalang died, and 20 acres of Yongye land were recovered, leaving three Chengding with a total of 60 acres of land.

What is the concept of sixty acres of land?

One acre of square field is 240 steps, and 60 acres ......

It would take more than half an hour to walk around, let alone dig up the ground to see where the bodies were buried.

Unless, hire a group of people to turn the ground at the same time at night.

Wang Daochang's gloomy and thin figure returned to Cheng'an Temple.

Villagers with incense came to visit.

Hearing his proposal, he waved his hand again and again.

"This can't be done, Dao Chief, this thing is too unconscionable."

Seeing that the autumn harvest is coming, at this time, I turned over other people's fields, which is going to be thundered by the sky.

"Really? Then you just don't agree? ”

Wang Dao Chang lowered his eyes, and the Dao of the Heavenly Mandate Lord seemed to have cast a shadow on his thin face.

The villagers shook their heads firmly.

"This is absolutely not good, even if someone buries something terrible, you can just report to the official, who needs to do it yourself."

"You're right." Wang Daochang lifted his eyelids.

Ruying's eyes were cold and gloomy: "Then you will spread it around when you go back, do I want to turn over other people's fields?" ”

The name of the village suddenly froze: "Wang, Wang Daochang, I won't..."

In the next second, his neck was already choked by the other party.

"Can you believe the words of a living person?"

Only the dead will not reveal secrets.

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Bogoro waited for it, picked up the ears of wheat, and carried them to the village chief's house.

You have to ask the village chief's family to borrow the bucket.

In these years, the yield of wheat per mu is two or three hundred catties, and it has to be produced by intensive cultivation and fertile land.

The large cylinder is red-eared.

"Uncle Bo, you are tormenting me, before the autumn harvest, you will pay our family, what will your family eat?"

"It's not too late to wait for the autumn harvest."

"You don't have to double the compensation, isn't there still half of the good land left? When the time comes, you will see how much you will return to my house. ”

Lao Bo's family didn't want to delay this debt.

It's easy to be early.

When I came, I estimated two sacks of last year's wheat.

First, to borrow the fight, and secondly, to let the village chief be fair.

Dazhu refused a few times, and when he saw that the other party was resolute, he gave up and accepted it.

Then, he handed over Bo Shilang's medical expenses and supplements to Bo Erlang, and the two families were settled.

The family packed up and prepared to go home.

"Silly Spring, Silly Spring?"

The youngest son of the village chief's family, Silly Chun, heard someone calling him with a meat bun in his mouth.

Looking back, he said silly: "Fifth brother, what's the matter?" ”

Bogoro pulled him aside and said in a low voice.

"Do you have any paper to write on, lend me two."

Silly Chun swallowed the bun in one gulp: "Fifth brother, you want to study?" Great, then I'll have a companion in the future, and will Rokuro be with me? ”

Where can Bogoro afford to study?

He shook his head and said, "No, I'll ask you to borrow two and go back to keep accounts." ”

"Huh? What's the accounting? ”

Silly Chun wiped his hand on his clothes, and went to the house to get a stack of papers.

Bogoro was taken aback: "It's too much, it's too much, I'll just borrow two." ”

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are very expensive, and you have to pay them back if you borrow them.

"Okay." Silly Chun gave Bo Wulang two, "Then Fifth Brother, do you know how to write?" ”

"yes."

Bo Wulang scratched his head, there was no one in their family who could read, they couldn't read big characters, and even the younger brother was so smart that he didn't have the money to study.