Seeing Su Qingqing's eyebrows furrowed, he said again, "For the sake of the fact that you were arranged by the county magistrate, I will tell you the truth, the land suitable for building houses in our village was divided many years ago, and there is no good land." ”

What about the county officials, the county officials are not as good as the current management.

Take the household sticker and say that it was introduced by the county order?

The well-informed Chen Lizheng did not pay attention to the household stickers in Su Qingqing's hands.

Su Qingqing understood what Chen Lizheng meant.

The land of an old village was divided into homesteads decades or even centuries ago.

Those who come from outside can only build houses next to the village.

She came to find Lizheng, just to report and tell Chen Lizheng that their family came here.

Not to mention that if you build a house without permission, there will be disputes in the future.

Su Qingqing said, "It's also outside the village, you see where it's suitable to build a house for us, we'll build it wherever you want, you can write a note." ”

She is here to get evidence, empty words, and there will be a lot of trouble in the future.

Chen Lizheng saw that she understood her words, and said in her heart that this was a reasonable woman.

His attitude was kinder, he took out the floor plan of the village and spread it on the table, pointed to a few places and said: "Here, here, all are done, you have built the house, I will register again, according to the law of our Zhao country, the house must be donated." ”

"How much? How to collect it? Su Qingqing hurriedly asked.

Okay, if you don't earn a penny here, you have to pay if you settle down.

Chen Li looked at Su Qingqing like a fool, and said in his heart that this woman looked very shrewd, how could she not know the house donation that everyone in the world knows?

Su Qingqing saw the mockery in his expression, and said in her heart that she knew a claw!

She's just a time-traveler, and the taxes are different for each dynasty! Of course she had to ask!

"One thousand rooms in the upper room, three hundred rooms in the lower rooms." Chen Lizheng said.

"What is the upper room and what is the lower room?" Su Qingqing asked again.

She guessed that a good house would charge 1,000 yuan a room, and a bad house would charge 300 rooms.

But what is the standard of good and bad, she has to figure out.

"The big brick house is the upper house, the wooden house, the mud house, and the bamboo house are the lower house." Chen Lizheng looked puzzled, how could this woman not understand anything?

Su Qingqing ignored his ridicule and asked how long the house donation would be.

She prayed in her heart, but she must not pay it every year.

Because, according to the historical knowledge she learned in her previous life, as long as the imperial court and neighboring countries go to war, the people's various harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes will fly up at a high speed like rockets, not to mention a wide variety of types, and the number is so high that it is jaw-dropping.

Fishing a fish, selling a melon, giving birth to a baby, marrying a girl, dying a person, cutting down a tree, buying a horse, renting a house, all have to pay taxes.

In a certain period in ancient times, there was a person in power who formulated a house donation based on the number of rooms, and donated three wen per day per day, and some rich places in Jiangnan even received a daily donation of seven wen per house.

And some dilapidated families, the family has no money, only a house, sell it to collect 40% of the tax, if not sold, a house has to pay 12,000 a year.

If you have a few dozen houses, you have to pay more than 100 taels a year.

Many people simply abandoned their houses and fled to the desert.

Su Qingqing remembered the vacant houses he saw near the county seat, and eighty percent of them were people who had no money to pay the house tax, so they simply abandoned the houses and ran away.

If there is a drought in the fields and there is no harvest, do you still have to pay taxes and live for people?

When a new household comes to build a house, you can collect taxes and money again, Chen Lizheng patiently explained: "It is to pay for the new house, this time I paid it, don't pay it in the future, if there is no new official document down, I will pay according to this." ”

That's pretty much it.

Su Qingqing said that it was acceptable.

After asking the address of the house, she asked where she could open up the wasteland.

Chen Lizheng said: "According to the law of this dynasty, every household has to plant the public land of the imperial court, one mu per person, and half of the grain is paid every year. If you have private land, you can open up the wasteland wherever you want, and how much you can cultivate. If the fertile land is cultivated, I will register it here, and whoever hides it and does not report it will be punished by the head of the household with sixty rods and fined three times the tax. ”

"How much is the tax?" Su Qingqing asked again.

"The field tax and the poll tax are counted together, and both men and women over the age of 10 and 80 pay two stone of rice a year. How many people in your family do you have to pay one stone of rice under the age of ten? I'll do the math for you......"

Su Qingqing said in her heart, you forget it, anyway, there are quite a lot.

It's no wonder that Gu Shi would drive his daughter away early.

This daughter is at home, and she has to pay for food, so it is better to marry early.

She has a lot of children, she can't do a lot of work, and she has to pay food.

When she returned, she wanted the whole family to mobilize, and everyone took care of their own taxes and food.

She doesn't pay the field grain tax for the pampered people!

Seeing that Mu Jinxing looked east and west, and didn't listen carefully, Su Qingqing handed him the amount of tax grain that Chen Lizheng had calculated.

Mu Jinxing scratched his head, "This stone ...... How much grain? ”

"One stone and one hundred and twenty pounds. You are over ten years old, and you have to pay two stone of grain and two hundred and forty pounds a year, so work hard, young man. ”

Mu Jinxing was dumbfounded, "......"

Damn, he doesn't know how to farm!

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After asking about the property and fields, Su Qingqing asked for Chen Lizheng's approval that they were allowed to build a house, and Mu Jinxing left Chen Lizheng's house and walked back.

Mu Jinxing didn't listen carefully just now, and only thought in his heart that he had to pay 240 catties of grain to the imperial court a year.

"Sister-in-law, I don't know how to farm."

"Learn slowly!" Boy, who told you not to study well in the modern world? I can't stand it, right? Send it here to farm, hehe! Should!

"But we don't have farmland."

"Didn't Chen Lizheng say it just now? will give us eight acres of public land, and half of the harvest of these public fields will be handed over to the imperial court, and in addition, the private land will be cultivated by themselves. ”

Mu Jinxing listened to it and took a breath, crying with a sad face, "Sister-in-law, I want to wear it back, I won't skip school." ”

Help, if God gives him another chance, he won't skip school!

Su shrugged lightly, "I can't do anything!" ”

President Mu Jin sighed, forget it, just farm, anyway, there are people in the family to accompany him to plant.

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Back at the tent on the hillside, Su Qingqing saw that everyone had gotten up and was sitting outside the tent, chatting boredly.

In the early summer, when the farming season is busy, the sun is fine, and the whole village is busy working, only her family is sitting in the shade to make salted fish.

When everyone saw her come back, they all gathered around.

There are those who are clamoring for breakfast, and there are those who are clamoring for ice cream.

There was only an unfamiliar voice, and he said timidly: "Mother...... Are you a mother? ”

Su Qingqing followed the voice, and saw that the mud child that Mu Jinyan picked up yesterday was sitting at the door of the tent, frowning, and staring at her with dark eyes.

Su Qingqing wanted to faint.

Now having an extra child is not only a matter of noise, but also a land tax and a poll tax.

"Child...... Child, you look at my face seriously, I can't be your mother. Su lightly stroked his forehead and walked towards the child.