With the departure of the fourth uncle and Sun Tiancheng, Du Jun and Yu Erye, who stayed in the hall, also fell into an inexplicable honey embarrassment, each holding a tea cup and being silent.

What is the purpose of Yu Erye's visit this time?

Demonstration, overture, or something else? Du Jun drank the boiled water in the teacup and secretly guessed.

Yu Erye was also borrowing the disguise of drinking tea, and secretly observed Du Jun with the corner of his eye.

This is an enigmatic woman, each of the four meetings presented him with a completely different side, sometimes simple, sometimes wise, sometimes rude, sometimes steady, as if every time she coveted something, the next second it will become a completely unexpected appearance, which can never be summed up in one word, and the most puzzling thing is that she can never see the shadow of groveling in her, as if Yu Fu is in front of her like any ordinary merchant, who gave her such confidence? Who is behind her back?

"Second master, there are a lot of suitable people, it is inconvenient for someone Du to speak, thank you for telling us in advance about the drought situation in the north and making the farm ready," Du Jun smiled lightly, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "Otherwise, more than 100 people will have to drink the northwest wind this year." ”

"It's just a trivial matter, why worry about it, even if you don't say it for your brother, I believe that with the intelligence of Brother Song Xian and his younger siblings, they can quickly detect it", mentioning this topic, the smile on Yu Erye's face faded, "I don't know if my brother and sister are ready now, this disaster has spread very widely, menacing, and at present, there have been people fleeing from the north in Mingyuan." ”

"Then what's going on in the court? Disaster relief or grain release? Du Jun did not answer directly, but blinked, pointed his finger upward, and asked in a low voice.

Second Master Yu smiled and glanced at Du Jun, "You and I can also put your beak at this?" ”

said, and added in a whisper, "Although Dazhou has also been affected by disasters this year, but in the past few years, the wind and rain have been smooth, and the people have some surplus grain in their hands, and then dig some wild vegetables, and it is not a problem to survive the past, but now the difficult thing is that the eight northern states have been seriously affected, so I don't know what the imperial court will do, how much will be transferred?" ”

Du Jun nodded, what Second Master Yu said was similar to Song Jiang, no matter how difficult it was in Dazhou, it was much better than in the north.

She has seen the Kanyu of this dynasty, there are many wars on the border of Daxia, you come and go, so how big the specific land is, no one has measured, and naturally no one knows, only knows that Daxia is divided into sixteen states, which is bounded by the Hengshui River, also known as the southern eight states and the northern eight states, which are divided according to the Kanyu show, from east to west, from north to south, the southern eight states are subdivided into the upper four states and the lower four states, with Dazhou, Yizhou, Sizhou, Jiazhou as the upper four states, Ezhou, Liuzhou, Xizhou, Qingzhou as the lower four states.

The distribution of grain and population in Daxia is extremely uneven, and the grain is based on the upper four states where Dazhou is located, with Dazhou being the most, Yizhou being the second, and Sizhou and Jiazhou being hilly, so they are at the bottom.

The lower four states are another situation, the miasma is dense, the land is vast and sparsely populated, the people are fierce, the ethnic minorities gather, many places are still in the primitive tribes of slash-and-burn farming, the monitoring ability of the imperial court is extremely poor, to put it mildly, it is basically a laissez-faire, just don't make trouble, the southernmost Liuzhou, has always been the place of exile of the poor and vicious people of Great Xia, which can be seen.

The north is mountainous, and the northern eight states are divided according to the trend of the mountains, and the situation is more complicated, but simply put, Yanzhou, Shaozhou, and Mingzhou, which border Jin and Liao, are connected together, and Yuzhou is firmly protected in the center, and Pingzhou, Xiuzhou, Qizhou, and Wuzhou are across the bank from the upper four continents.

It stands to reason that the grain output of the four states across the river should be about the same as that of the four states, but don't forget what era this is, and I don't know if there is a hole in the minds of the ministers in the imperial court, or because of the habits that have always been handed down, most of the northern eight states grow wheat, only a small number of places grow rice, and occasionally grow millet, millet, buckwheat and other miscellaneous grains. As for the high-yielding crops, corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes, this era did not appear, apparently not yet introduced from outside.

Thinking of the geographical distribution of Great Xia, and then thinking about the grain output of this era, according to the memory of the original owner, the output of a high-grade acre of land is only 234 catties, and the lower land is even only a few dozen catties. In addition, the limited manpower and backward tools, the people and the court have more than enough heart and insufficient strength, resulting in a large area of wasteland can only watch the grass grow and warblers fly without producing benefits.

In this case of serious shortage of grain production capacity, the general people have not eaten enough for a long time, and there is no oil and water in their stomachs, so their dependence on staple food has become particularly strong. Du Jun once saw with his own eyes that a strong man ate ten steamed buns in one go with a pot of tea. But the digestion of staple food is only two hours, while the digestion time of meat is four hours, so even if you eat this meal again, you still feel hungry after a while, and in the long run, it will be hellish if you can eat food.

There is also a big destination for food supply, that is, the army, on the long border between Great Xia and Jin and Liao, there are nearly 200,000 troops stationed all year round, and their rations are astronomical.

In addition to the factors of the field itself and the eating habits of Daxia, there is another point that Du Jun can't see, that is, the fields of Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, official eunuchs, and the royal family do not pay taxes, and no matter how much they produce, they are their own.

You don't see, Xu Lifeng is just a showman, and Xu's mother can proudly propose to let Du Jun hang the field property in his name, the reason is that he can save the dozens of catties of field tax, so not to mention the officials who have gone further on the road to the imperial examination and the officials who are standing in the court, the result can only be that their fields are getting richer and richer, and the family has become richer and richer, fattening the individual's pocket, and losing the country of Daxia.

Every year, the wasteland is cultivated every year, and the simplest requirement of the people to have enough food and clothing cannot be met, this is the reality, the reality that cannot be avoided.

"Brother and sister don't need to worry about the sky, don't talk about it, I heard what Minister Sun said, your harvest in that Zhuangzi in Mingyuan this year is good, and after paying the field tax, it is enough for you to chew for a year, it is one hundred and twenty acres of high-grade paddy field", Yu Erye saw that Du Jun did not say anything more, and said meaningfully.

"Really? Unless no tax is paid, ...... Hehe", Du Jun replied sarcastically, shook his head, and everything was silent.

Mingyuan's Zhuangzi was bought relatively late, and the rice had already been planted at that time, so Du Jun was reluctant to waste it, so he asked Tong Yue to find some surrounding farmers to take care of it. It sounds like a lot of 120 acres, but in fact, a person like Yu Erye, who was born with a golden spoon, I am afraid that he will never know the hardships of farmers, forty percent of the taxes, plus the cost of rice seeds, the income of one acre of land is only one hundred catties of rice, and the total is two taels of silver, this is still in the good year, if the year is not good, there are many disasters and difficulties, it is really a loss!

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