In addition to Xiangqian, Jixiang and Xiangchu, and Ping'an all came back three days early, not only did they have to harvest rice and other grains in their own fields, but they also had more than two acres of wild rice to harvest on the mountain.

Old Man Xiang decided to cut the wild rice on the mountain with the whole family, although Fu Bao already had the ability to harvest automatically with a stretch of his hand, but Old Man Xiang felt that this secret was still known to him and the second couple.

In this regard, Grandma Xiang and the rich husband and wife also agreed, both said that the tree is divided into branches, and the people are divided into families, although their Xiang family is not divided now, but no one can guarantee that a person will remain the same.

The harvest of the wild rice field is really good, and more than 800 catties of rice have been harvested in more than two acres of wild land, which is 100 catties more than last year, which can make Jixiang's happy mouth smile crookedly.

Because the harvest in their own fields is less than last year, the wheat harvest in July is only 700 catties, although the three acres of rice have not been harvested, but depending on the situation, the harvest will not be too much, this time the extra harvest of wild rice to make up for the lack of harvest.

Soon it was the middle of October, and the tax collectors and catchers came to the village on time, spread out their books and began to collect grain by name, the first wave of which was, of course, the field tax.

There is a big loophole in the field tax, that is, no matter what the villagers have harvested this year, even if there is no harvest, they still collect taxes according to the standard of 100 catties per mu and 30% of fine grain.

Old Man Xiang's family has thirteen acres of land, and it is necessary to pay 390 catties of fine grain to collect three achievements, and then pay 330 literati taxes, because Xiangjiao is seven years old this year.

The last is the conscription tax, there are four adult men in the old man's family, and if they don't want to serve the conscription, then they have to pay one or two conscription taxes, otherwise they don't matter which one, they have to make a note on the roll call, and then go to serve the conscription when the time comes.

The old man Xiang took out some broken silver and copper plates from his sleeve pocket, and finally made up one or two of five and three dollars, and respectfully handed them to the tax collector, who lowered his eyes and sighed in his heart, it is really not easy for farmers to farm land.

Both Xianghantu and Xianghanhe have only one son, they don't have to pay conscription tax, and the land is only ten acres, so they can easily pass this year.

The Hanqin family did not have land, they needed to pay a commercial tax, although the commercial tax was higher than the field tax, but the butcher's pig killing skills were good, and the nearby villages would call him when it was time to kill the New Year's pig.

In addition, I usually like to go around the mountains, and I can always catch some pheasants and hares, and even roe deer and wild boars, and leave them to eat, and basically go to the county to sell them, so I don't have a lot of silver in my hand.

The tax collector felt that this year's Xiangzhang Village seemed to be different, and in previous years, several families knelt down and begged him to pay less or not pay grain, but this year they all obediently handed it over.

Not only did he pay enough grain, but he also paid the conscription tax and the human tax in the slightest, and he couldn't help but glance at the chief and asked, "Could it be that your village has a good harvest this year?" ”

The lieutenant hurriedly bent down and explained: "Lord Tax Collector, this year's harvest is not good in our village, but we went to the mountains to pick some fruits and took them to the county to exchange for grain and silver, so everyone has made up enough silver." ”

"Oh"

The tax collector's eyes lit up, and he liked the fruit, and his daughter-in-law liked it even more, but the fruit was expensive, and it was not something that ordinary people could afford.

The chief glanced at the village chief, and the village chief hurriedly took out the two baskets of apples and pears that had been prepared, which looked like eighty or ninety pounds.

"These fruits will be tasted by the official and the poor master, and we will all go to the mountains to pick the fruits on the mountain this year." The lieutenant said.

Some villagers just wanted to say that they didn't go to the mountains to pick, but grew it at the old man's house, but before they could say anything, they were kicked by the people on the side.

You are stupid, you say that it was picked in the mountains, and the officials also know that there is danger in the mountains, so of course they will be grateful for the fruits they receive, otherwise?

The village chief's eyes also glared at those people fiercely, every time it was these stupid people who did bad things, even if they were stupid, they didn't listen to persuasion, they always felt that their brains were the smartest.

"How is your harvest this year?"

As soon as the officials looked at the color and shape of the fruits, they knew that the chief was not lying, these were obviously mountain fruits, so they must have also risked their lives to go up the mountain to pick them, and couldn't help but ask softly.

The chief's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said respectfully: "Don't hide it from the official, the harvest is not as good as in previous years, this year, seventy or eighty catties of grain per mu of land can be harvested, and the quality of the grain is not as good as in previous years." ”

"Hmm"

The official nodded, he collected taxes in various villages all year round, of course he knew that the harvest in the field was not as good as a year, and he couldn't find any reason, but he adhered to the principle that more is better than less, and never asked.

But this year is different, the villagers of Xiangzhang Village are so interesting, he also has to do a little bit of his part, pretended to cough twice, and said:

"I'll go back and report to the higher-ups later, your harvest here is not very good, and the land is a few acres barren, as for how the higher-ups will decide, that's not within my jurisdiction."

The villagers were overjoyed, as long as the officials reported that Xiangzhang Village had more wasteland this year and the grain harvest was less than 100 catties, then their taxes would be reduced by one layer next year, and they should know that one layer is also a good welfare.

Everyone is grateful to Mr. Xiang in their hearts, if it weren't for him giving everyone the fruits of the family and letting them exchange the fruits for rice and silver, then many families would pay the taxes, and the next days would only be to eat bran vegetables, and when the heavy snow closed the mountains, they would only starve to death.

Fubao, who was held in the arms of the rich sister-in-law, once again felt the merit value gushing out from the people in the village, and hurriedly held his breath and concentrated on it, absorbing the merit value vigorously.

Fu Bao, who had closed his eyes tightly, almost spun the essence into a flying motion, and with the rapid rotation of the essence, the merit value immediately turned into spiritual power, nourishing the meridians around the body.

The tree vine grew in her dantian again, and the tree vine on her wrist continued to maintain the appearance of the bracelet, as if she knew that now was not the time to move.

Fu Bao tried his best to restrain the movement on his body, and finally waited for the officials and catchers to leave, and couldn't wait to point in the direction of the mountain, and kept shouting: "Go, go, go"

Fugui hurriedly hugged Fubao over and walked in the direction of the mountain, he knew that every time Fubao went to the mountain, there was always a lot of harvest waiting for him.

Fugui's sister-in-law also followed, in case she caught more mountain goods, she could still help hold Fubao, otherwise Fugui would not be able to be busy alone, and several children also hurriedly followed.

Old Man Xiang and Grandma Xiang looked at each other and smiled, and walked to their own house, where the grain was piled up in the cellar and all kinds of game, and they could have a good year again this year.