"I am so impressed by your whimsical ideas and vivid embroidery." Ye Dan smiled approvingly.

"Is it really that good?" Du Mei's willow eyebrows and apricot eyes are slightly curved.

"Of course, Umeko, you know? You will do great things in the future! Ye Dan stared at the puppet eagerly.

"I didn't think that far ahead." Du Mei giggled, his voice as pleasant as a silver bell.

"Sister Meizi, you are the best!" Ye Qing, this guy is the sweetest.

"That's it, I'll go back." Du Mei got up to pack his package.

"You're not going to leave this behind?" Ye Dan was a little anxious.

"I'll go back and embroider more delicately." Dumeguaner.

"That's good enough." Ye Qing was also reluctant.

"Didn't you say that you want to be the only one in the world, if I think about it again, I won't let people imitate it." Du Mei had an idea in his heart.

Back in Dujiagou, Du Mei was having lunch, and heard the patriarch ring the gong around the village shouting: "Tomorrow the county government will come to collect grain, and every household is ready!" ”

The taxes of the Great Shun Dynasty were divided into summer grain and autumn grain. Wheat is harvested in the summer and rice is harvested in the autumn. Taxes are levied according to the acres of land, and five buckets of grain are levied on one acre of land. Grain is also divided into grades, and the lower the grade, the more quantity will be harvested.

For example, Du Mei's family has five acres of land, although only three acres of wheat are planted, it must be paid according to five acres.

If there is a bad year, such as drought and waterlogging, such as Dujiagou, a large grain-producing area with good natural conditions, the imperial court will also pay some miscellaneous taxes, and collect grain for disaster relief in other places.

In addition, there are 30 days of conscription every year, which can be served by the male members of the family, or they can be paid for in the form of grain or money, and a year of conscription costs one stone of rice or one penny.

There is also military service, which is now a peaceful year, and it can also be paid for with food or money. Military service for an adult man is to serve for two years in his life, otherwise he will be paid ten stone of rice or ten hangings.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the three-room Du Sanjin is a showman, and when the Du family is not separated, the whole family can be exempted from forced labor and miscellaneous taxes. Now, he can only enjoy this preferential treatment for his family.

The taxes paid by merchants are another kind, and the taxes collected according to the stalls are basically five times as much as those of the farmers in the countryside, and they are all paid in silver.

Tomorrow the grain will be delivered, so Du Mei naturally can't go to sell soup. The wheat was left to dry in the yard, and after a day of exposure, it was completely dry, and Du Mei put one in his mouth, and when he bit his upper and lower teeth, it broke in half.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhanghua, the commander of Qinghe County, went to the house of the patriarch Du Huaibing. It stands to reason that such a matter as grain collection does not need to be personally interrogated by a county lord. But this is the first time to harvest wheat this year, and he, the county lord, naturally wants to go to the scene to take a look, so as to really understand the general harvest of wheat this year.

Du Huaibing sat in the hall with Shen Zhanghua, and his courtyard was crowded with people, who came with burdens, who came with carts, and who lined up with burdens or carts.

The men gathered in twos and threes to chat, while the women looked at the wheat of each family, and weighed in their hearts whether their own grain could be ranked in the village.

Du Mei didn't have a big fight at home, she estimated that she took out five bags, but she didn't feel at ease, so she turned around and took one more bag.

Seeing that the people were almost here, the county man coughed deliberately and opened a large roster. On weekdays, if you meet the old man Tianding, the brothers divide the family, buy and sell the land, etc., they are reported to the county government by the patriarch or Li Zheng, and the account books are revised in time.

The county Cheng reported from Du Huaibing that the color of his family's wheat belongs to the middle and upper, and it is not added or subtracted, and it is counted according to five buckets. The county sang the ticket, and Han Liu next to him took two officials to measure the wheat with a big bucket, and did not forget to press it with his hands.

This year's year is good, and even the second stunned family has been evaluated, but he is beautiful, and he brags to others everywhere how hard he works.

"Isn't it, when the rice is harvested, don't cut the ears of rice!" A quick-talking woman mocked him.

"You're really boring, why don't you open a pot!" The second stunned turned a little annoyed and went into the human nest.

"This wheat is too bad, inferior, six buckets and one acre." The county was much better in front of him, but when he suddenly saw the bad color, he was unhappy.

"What's wrong with my wheat! Why do you want six buckets? Xie yelled unhappily.

"I received it now, as far as your family is the worst, and there is a face to say!" The county Cheng glanced at Xie Shi with disdain.

"Does my wheat produce flour or chaff?" Xie did not give up.

"Your wheat probably only produces bran and does not come out of the bran." The people in the back queue were heckling.

"you, am I going to starve for chaff in the second half of the year?" Xie turned around and scolded people, but he couldn't find anyone who said that.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the people behind are still waiting!" The county officer urged impatiently.

Xie was extremely reluctant to hand over thirty-six buckets. She was not convinced, so she simply didn't go home, and stood by the county and stared at his rating.

Soon it was Du Mei's turn, and the county man, who had been standing all morning, was obviously tired, he grabbed a handful of wheat at random and looked at it, and a strange look suddenly burst out in his dim eyes.

He dropped the roster and trotted to the hall, where Du Huaibing was drinking tea with Shen Zhanghua and talking about the next farming work.

"Master, you see, I haven't received such good wheat in all these years!" The county Cheng's eyes blurred with excitement.

"Oh, whose house is this?" Shen Zhanghua skillfully snorted the wheat grains in half. Sure enough, the wheat was full-grained, golden in color, moderately dry, and moderately ripe, all of which were excellent.

"It's the girl who sued here last time." The county said with a smile.

"Oh?" Shen Zhanghua raised his feet and walked out, and the county Cheng and Du Huaibing didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly followed.

Du Mei was standing in the courtyard, she was confident in her wheat, but she didn't understand why the county was so excited. She had been in the sun for a long time, and her forehead was covered with sweat. Du Mei has fair skin, like her mother, she doesn't tan in summer, she only gets more and more powdery.

At this time, Du Mei, who looked at Shen Zhanghua's eyes, was a pink, thin and tall girl, with a pair of eyes as clear as the sea, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He squinted, perhaps the sun outside was too strong.

"This is all from your family?" Shen Zhanghua asked with a fixed mind.

"Hmm." Du Mei slandered in his heart, and returned to the county master, isn't this knowingly asking.

"How many do you have at home?" Shen Zhanghua knew that what he said just now was nonsense, so he hurriedly restrained his mind and asked solemnly.

"I'm not selling." Du Mei hurriedly refused. Her duck food at home is still nervous, how can there be spare food to sell?

After pacifying the civil strife, the Dashun Dynasty, after more than ten years of recuperation, finally had a peaceful life. In order to prevent the plight of people in a disaster year, prices soar and people are struggling to make a living. The imperial court clearly stipulated that the state capitals and county governments should buy grain and hoard it in good years, and then produce it again in famine years to stabilize market grain prices.

The so-called hunger and cold will steal the heart, if everyone has food

Eat, and the people will not be displaced in order to survive, causing social unrest.

Looking at today's situation, there is no doubt that it will be a good year, Shen Zhanghua originally planned to take advantage of the situation to acquire some, but unexpectedly, Du Mei refused without waiting for him to ask.

"You collect her family's grain first." Shen Zhanghua looked embarrassed, turned his head and said to the county Cheng.

"Superior, four and a half buckets and one acre, five acres, a total of twenty-two and a half buckets." The county man dragged out the singing ticket.

"Hey, you're not fair!" When Xie Shi heard this, Du Mei was one and a half acres less than her, and she was so anxious that she shouted.

"That's it, why is she less than us!" The food had already been handed over to the side, and the women who continued to watch followed suit.

"Why are you again? I don't know how much food I handle in a year, can my vision be bad? "Xian Cheng hated Xie for questioning his abilities.

"Otherwise, I won't talk about it. Our two families were originally one family, and the wheat seeds were sown together in the first year, so why is she better than mine! Xie looked incredulous.

"Bring her food." Seeing the agitation, the county raised his hand to greet Han Liu.

The grade of Xie's wheat is poor, so in order not to affect the overall quality of the harvest, they can only be placed in one place.

"Look at your color is white, and most of it is deflated, obviously there is less water, and the particles are still so small, it must be less fat." The county man fiddled with the wheat grains in his palms and analyzed them with a serious face.

"Crops and flowers, all rely on fertilizer, you don't have to give it, how can it give it to you?" An old man next to him muttered.

"No matter how good her family's wheat is, if she is harvested five buckets and one acre, can she go low?" The Xie family frowned, you must know that the patriarch Du Huaibing's family is just adding or subtracting.

"Her wheat grains are all better in color than yours, not a little bit. If you look at it again, this wheat is just the right wax ripening period, which is the golden ripening period of wheat, and it comes forward the most at this time. ”

As he spoke, the county threw Xie's wheat, grabbed two or three Du Mei again, and gently twisted the wheat grains with his thumb and index finger, and the dust was gone.

"I haven't seen anything like this in many years, and my family really can't compare to it." Du Huaibing took a closer look and nodded again and again.

The others also came to look around curiously, and when they saw that Du Mei's family was indeed different, they stopped talking. People kept rushing forward, and Xie staggered and was squeezed to the back.

After Xie Shi listened to the county Cheng's speech, he remembered that his father-in-law admitted in person that he was inferior to Du Mei on the threshing floor, and it turned out that it was not an angry sentence. I don't know if this girl is lucky, or if she has hit a big luck.

Xie Shi shouted for a long time, in addition to making the villagers more convinced of Du Mei, she also lost any benefits, and was counted down by the county Cheng in front of everyone, she felt very bored and hesitated to the gate of the courtyard.

When the wheat was harvested, there were still some people gathered around the courtyard. Seeing that summer is coming, I always have to tear some cloth to make summer clothes and thin shirts for the family. After the first month, adults and children have not been touched with meat, so they can cut some meat to improve the food.

It cost money, and there were many families who began to sell wheat. But the county only harvests the middle and upper wheat, and his eyes are very poisonous, and he doesn't want any worse.

Shen Zhanghua had lunch at Du Huaibing's place, watching the servants neatly stack the sacks of wheat on the carriage.

"Master, let's go back." The county came to invite him.

"I'd like to visit Dume's house." Shen Zhanghua suddenly turned around and said to Du Huaibing, who sent him out. 2k reading web