The other party looked Ming Yu up and down, and saw that although the guard behind him was strong, he himself was very weak, and his face was still a little pale, and he looked like he was not in good health.

So he put his mind at ease, turned around and went to the edge of the ridge and brought a big bamboo tube over, "Oh, this tube of water will be given to you."

Ming pre took it, unscrewed his water bladder and poured water into it.

After filling the bamboo tube and handing it back to the farmer, he looked down at the grain, couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and sighed, "This grain has an average ear of length, is it because you missed the farming time?"

He said, "I'm from Chen County, and the grain was harvested as early as the beginning of the year, and it seems to be ten days late here."

When it comes to farming, the peasants can't help but talk a little more, and they have poured water in advance, and they really came to borrow water, and they came from Chen County, so he was also friendly, "Alas, there is still a war in the spring of this year, but fortunately, Zhao Envoy Jun Kuanren sent us seeds and farm tools, so that we can cultivate with peace of mind, otherwise we won't even have this little millet this year."

He was already very satisfied, "I planted five acres of millet this year, not a lot, but all of them can be harvested and can last until next summer, and this year the envoy will give us wheat seeds, which can be sown in the autumn, and can be harvested in the summer next year.

"Are all these five acres yours? I remember that there was a law in the imperial court, and Cheng Ding had to pay taxes and grain."

"No, no, no," the farmer was startled, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Envoy Jun Houde, this year only let us pay two acres of Ding tax for each household, and only one mu for both the second Ding and the Ding girl, and I only have one daughter-in-law and grandson, and the grandson is still young, and he can't even be counted as the second Ding, so my family only needs to pay three acres of grain tax."

He touched his heart and said: "Lang Jun don't want to mention Sihu, I am flustered and dizzy when I hear this number now, the year before last and last year, the imperial court first received six Hu grains from my family, and then said that my six-year-old grandson is also a Ding man, and he wants to collect four Hu, not long after, the court will send troops to fight Yuzhou, and each household will receive two Hu."

"Last year, the Luoyang famine, we were already difficult, the court said to support Your Majesty, and each household added a tax and grain, and my family went to Sihu, alas~" The farmer sighed: "But I heard that the grain did not reach the emperor's hands, the king of the East China Sea took it himself, and ran away with people, everything that could be sold in our family was sold, and there was no ration, and even the grain was eaten, so I didn't run with it, thinking that it was all dead, it was better to die in my hometown."

"Fortunately, God finally opened his eyes, Zhao Yuanjun is here," the farmer couldn't help but smile, "Zhao Yuanjun said, His Majesty Emperor Wu's land occupation order is very good, and she will also follow this order, but this law is not good, that is, the number of acres of land occupied is too much, and the taxes paid are also more, and a Ding man obviously can't plant so many fields, so she ordered that all Ding men and women should occupy half of the land according to the land occupation order, and the tax will be reduced by half, and this year will be difficult, so it will be less, and my family will only need to pay three acres of land tax."

He raised a big smile and said, "Only pay two buckets and four liters."

Ming Yu couldn't help but smile, "This tax is indeed not heavy, congratulations to my father-in-law."

The farmer grinned, "Rejoice, rejoice. Lang Jun came from Chen County, and he was a fellow countryman of the envoy, but he came to join the envoy?" ….

Ming Yu smiled and nodded, "I'm not from Yuzhou, but I also have a thunderous ear for the name of Zhao Yuanjun, and I am happy to obey it, so I came to defect."

"Then you have come to the right place, our envoy is a virtuous and generous person, and he is so good to us and other untouchables, not to mention his subordinate ministers, I heard that all those who have great talents can be assigned houses and fields as soon as they enter Luoyang, and there are people to help cultivate the fields."

"Even ordinary people of talent and virtue can rent very cheap houses from the county government, and the cost is not big at all."

Ming Yu smiled and nodded, "I also heard people say that, so I came to defect."

The peasant glanced behind him, and saw that his servants were strong, and that he had chariots and horses, and he felt that his status was not low, and his knowledge was certainly not low, so he wanted to make a good marriage.

He turned around and took out something wrapped in lotus leaves from his wooden barrel, opened it, and there was a dry cake inside, he reluctantly gave one to Ming Pre, and said with a smile: "Lang Jun is hungry, this is for you to eat."

Ming knew how important the rations were, so he hurriedly declined.

The farmer is strong

He stuffed it into his hand and said, "This is a soybean cake made of soybean flour, it's not worth much, eat, eat."

He smiled and said, "My millet has also been harvested, and it can be eaten after a few days of drying, and there is no shortage of food at home for the time being, you can eat it with confidence."

Ming Yu took it, he took a bite, it was not as hard as he imagined, it was not particularly unpalatable, and there was a smell of beans, and it was a little similar to wheat cakes.

Ming pre-chewed and swallowed carefully, and asked with a smile, "This is how to make bean cakes from bean flour?"

"Yes, made of soybean flour, my family also planted three acres of beans this year, they were harvested not long ago, and they have been dried, but unfortunately we don't have a water mill here, and we don't have a water press here, so we can only polish the soybean flour ourselves, otherwise we will send it to the water mill, and the powder will be ground soon. The oil from the beans is also very delicious, alas, I have only been fortunate enough to eat it once, and it takes a lot of effort and labor to extract the oil, and I have few families, so I really can't spare my hands to get it."

Ming Yu also knew that the method of oil extraction of beans was transmitted from Yuzhou, and I heard that it was occasionally made in Zhao Hanzhang's workshop, and she did not conceal the method of oil extraction, but spread it to everyone in the world.

He and Yan Heng privately tried to find someone, and using soybean oil to cook does have a unique flavor, so they also opened a few workshops in Yanzhou, specializing in oil extraction business with people.

"Isn't there an oil mill in the nearby county?"

"Yes, there is, but there is a long way to go, and if you want to transport the beans to such a far place to press, you can't squeeze much oil, so it's better to keep it for yourself, and the bean rice, which can occasionally be ground into bean flour, is also a good ration."

"There are also people who harvest the beans or sell them, so that they can save some money for a rainy day." He said happily, "We have money, and those who come to collect beans give money, unlike before, they don't take money, they are only willing to exchange cloth and other things, but some of the cloth is so good that the price is high, and we have to change our hands again to get the burlap for our own use."

Ming Yu didn't know that Zhao Hanzhang had minted new money by himself, because this money was only popular in Luoyang, and there wasn't much in Yuzhou.

So at this time, he thought that what the peasants said was that the merchants in Luoyang were rich and made money, so they were also willing to use the money to trade with the peasants.

When he noticed that something was wrong, others had already entered the Luoyang territory, all the way around, he stopped for lunch in the tea house on the outskirts of Luoyang, and while waiting, he glanced at someone who took seven or eight copper plates for the store, got up and left.

He stared at the copper plates, his eyes sharp, and he vaguely felt that something was not right.

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