Min Gui thinks things too simply! I thought that three Jinshi and one commander who read poetry and books, what is farming? It's a big deal to give this Master Chen a day's salary, how can I learn it. Can't be old-fashioned, can't grow crops? Who knew that in Master Chen's eyes, they were not only laymen, but even inferior to a child!

"Old Min, you stupid! How can you still read? Look, teach you again, hold it like this, otherwise your hands won't be able to stand it for a while! Alas, my dogs have learned, how can you? Count, you take a break! ”

Min Gui blushed and squatted on the ground with a thick neck, a great shame, a great shame! Watching Chen Laohan pull Wu Shan back and forth, Min Gui gasped for a while and looked down at his hands. This hand pen is like thunder, and he can play with a huge pen like a rafter, why can't he catch a hoe? It must not be left at that, Min Gui carefully observed Chen Laohan's movements, and gradually realized in his heart.

When the three of them were also squatting on the ground with red faces and thick necks, Min Gui grabbed the hoe and asked very humbly, "Chen, Master Chen, do you think this is right?" ”

Old Man Chen sighed, opened his mouth and laughed, revealing his jagged big yellow teeth: "Okay!" In the end, the reader is the brain, and the brain is the spirit! The three of you look at it, everyone's beard is white, won't you learn it in a while? You, alas, my dogs have learned! ”

Wu Shan rolled his eyes, your dog, is your dog a roaring dog? Even hoeing?

After a day of tossing, several people fell apart, but it was much better than yesterday. Zeng Jian exclaimed: "It's really good that the prince sent this batch of farm tools, it's much stronger than the previous things, it seems that this industry is not useless." What do you think, Lord Min? Min-sama? Min-sama? ”

Call! Ha! Call! Ha! Min Gui's snoring had already sounded in the sky, Zeng Jian shook his head, a wave of tiredness hit, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

After a month and a half, Chen Laohan retired successfully, and the four of them have become authentic croppers. The seedlings in the ground look festive when they are green, and Min Gui likes to squat on the ground when he has nothing to do, rubbing the leaves of the seedlings thinly, and there is an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Time is like water, time is like a song, in the blink of an eye, the rice fields have faded to green, and the eyes are full of gold. Chen Laohan came again, followed by a big yellow dog behind his buttocks.

Wu Shan looked at the yellow dog and was curious, this is the dog in Chen Laohan's mouth, right? I have to ask later, do dogs really know how to hoe the ground?

Forty acres of land is a big patch, and after four or five days, it becomes bare, just as it was at the beginning. After getting on the scale, Mu Bin, who was holding a pencil to calculate, exclaimed: "My mother! Min-sama, Min-sama! ”

Min Gui roared angrily: "What are you screaming about? Am I your mother? If there's a fart, let it go! ”

"The yield per mu is 878 catties and 3 taels, and we have 40 acres..." Mu Bin's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of surprise!

"Oh my God! Do the math! Count! ”

Several people all gathered around, and six eyes stared at Mu Bin viciously. Mu Bin was sweating profusely, and his pencil kept calculating on the paper.

"It's out, it's out! Thirty-five thousand one hundred and thirty-two pounds! Seventeen taels of silver, six cents and six cents! ”

The four of them were silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter. Seventeen taels of silver, in the past, it was just a light meal, and no one saw these four. Today's seventeen taels are very precious, condensed by endless sweat, and the reward of countless hard work of the four people.

Zeng Jian was the first to react: "No, Mu Bin, how much is the yield per mu?" ”

Mu Bin also reacted: "Yes, usually the yield per mu of Shangtian is only more than 600 catties, just the four of us, actually?" Nine hundred pounds? ”

Chen Laohan grinned, looking like you are all countrymen who have not seen it: "This is a high-yield rice seed of the Royal Academy of Agricultural Sciences, hehe, my dog knows that there is a lot of food, it all depends on whether the seeds are good or not." Don't be complacent, old man, I have a lot of property, forget it, be loyal, and you can't make you sleep. ”

Wushan has swelled, with a yield of nearly nine hundred per mu, which is definitely top-notch in Daming, and his heart is full of enthusiasm. As soon as he heard Chen Laohan's words, he immediately jumped up, and Master Chen didn't scream, and asked directly: "Chen Laohan, say, you are better at the style, more than us, I admit this." Speaking of keeping us awake? Huh, bragging, right? ”

Chen Laohan's eyes widened: "The old man has a yield of 1,200 catties per mu, what do you say?" ”

How much? The four people looked at each other, and Zeng Jian asked in disbelief: "Master Chen, how much?" Did I hear me wrong? ”

Old Man Chen grinned, and his big yellow teeth showed again: "My dog knows that the planting of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences is good, and our old Chen style is not bad, is it strange to make so much food?" Isn't it 1,200 pounds? The prince said, what to install, oh, what is the pump, the density of the plants is larger, the yield per mu is very common, and the yield of 2,000 per mu is not a dream! Alas, my dog knows that no one can disbelieve the prince! ”

The four of them fell silent, and Wu Shan was not interested in making trouble with Lao Chen's dog again. Min Gui said bitterly for a while: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, who would have thought that the field could produce so much grain?" Good seeds, good tools, good styles, hard work, will the world still be full of hunger? Could it really be that the old man is wrong? ”

Mu Bin looked at the piles of straw and said with a sigh: "It turns out that what the prince said is true!" Lord Min, don't we still have to go to work in the factory? Don't rush to conclusions, let's see! ”

Min Gui immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, what is the factory like, the old man is really looking forward to it!" ”

Zhu Shanqing came, with a group of thugs and an abacus in hand. Mu Bin has more than 30,000 catties of grain as a base, which is quite confident: "Lao Zhu, hurry up and settle the account." Lao Tzu is in a hurry! ”

Zhu Shanqing sneered: "Yo, a few days ago, I was a brother with a long brother and a brother with a short brother, but now I have become an old wish?" Look at you so beautiful, do you really think you're making money? Come, I'll do the math for you! What, you are all officials, and paying taxes is the obligation of every Ming person, so you can't afford not to pay, right? ”

Careless, how can Min Gui not know about agricultural taxes? But it's not much, just 1,400 catties of grain.

Zhu Shanqing laughed for a while: "After the tax deduction, it is 33,726 catties, four wen per catty"

"Hey! Wait a minute, isn't it a pound? Mu Bin was anxious and immediately questioned.

"Hehe, that's right. This is upland rice or medium rice, the taste is average, and the four texts are fair. Continue to remember, the silver is thirteen two or four dollars and nine cents. Even if it's thirteen taels and five dollars! Master Chen's salary, two taels and eight cents, seeds five taels and seven cents, ten pieces of farm tools totaling one hundred and eighteen taels, a seven percent discount, eight two two dollars and six cents, and a total expenditure of sixteen taels and seven dollars and six cents! ”