For most of the day, the wild rice was cut to the bottom, but no one felt tired, the grain was in front of them, and the grain could be distributed as soon as possible, and the temple could be sacrificed.

Old Man Xiang sat in the threshing floor with Grandma Xiang, Sister-in-law Fu Fu and Shen Miaoqin, and their task was to watch the rice in case it was stolen.

Xiang Laosan also asked his daughter-in-law and mother to sit in the grain field to help, telling them that if they found anyone who dared to steal food without opening their eyes, not only would they have no share of the grain this time, but they would also be driven out of Xiangzhang Village.

Truckloads of rice were pushed to the drying field, and children under the age of seven were busy drying rice, and from time to time they put the rice under their noses and sniffed it vigorously, not even knowing that saliva was dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Sister-in-law Fugui's eyes were a little moist, and her family's food had been halved during this time, not because she didn't have to eat, but because she had to make her family's face worse.

Of course, except for Fubao, on the one hand, Fubao spends most of his time in the mountains, and on the other hand, everyone knows that the Xiang family dotes on this child, and it is normal to be well fed and clothed.

The sun shone hotly on the land, and after three days, the rice had been thoroughly dried, and it was sent to the mill overnight, and even the rice husks that had been taken off were not willing to be discarded.

The village chief first divided the rice husks and straw that had been taken off, and the straw could be burned in winter, and the rice husks could be ground up and eaten with wild vegetables or sorghum noodles.

At this time, the village chief found that Xiang Hantu and his mother-in-law were gone, and called Xiang Quan over, and only after asking did he know that Xiang Hantu had been missing for many days.

The village chief and the lieutenant chief were silent, they had already guessed that Xianghantu must have evaded taxes, but these two people had no road guide and could not enter any town at all, but what did this have to do with them.

Even if the tax collector came to ask, as long as the chief said that this person went out to find relatives, it would be easy to pass the customs, and the unlucky one was Xiang Hantu himself.

More than 30 acres of wild rice, the yield per mu is about more than 100 catties, rich and noble shook his head in disgust, but this yield is simply a big prize in the eyes of the villagers.

Looking at the ecstatic appearance of the villagers, Fugui remembered that Fubao took him up the mountain, and when he saw this wild rice for the first time, he was also in this mood.

Finally, the grain can be divided, the village chief and the chief of the village stand high, and there are more than 30 households in the village, almost 200 people, so the rules must be set.

"The grain that was beaten this time is about 35 stone (4,200 catties), and the grain is divided according to the head, each child under the age of seven is divided into one bucket (one bucket is about 12 catties), adults are divided into two buckets regardless of gender, and the rest is given to the rich and noble."

The villagers all nodded in agreement, this is right for men and women, you must know that women's labor is no worse than men's, and of course they eat no less than men's.

Fugui shook his hand and expressed the meaning of his father, and their family also distributed grain according to the population, and the extra grain went to the county town to sell, and the silver was handed over to the chief or village chief as the village's expenses for repairing the ancestral hall.

The village chief and the lieutenant chief, as well as the villagers, choked their throats, their ancestral hall had long been dilapidated, and they wanted to repair it, but who could still take out idle silver.

For a while, the villagers were sincerely grateful to the rich and noble, no wonder the Xiang family could raise people, great good people, even God would help their family.

Fu Bao sat on the thousand-year-old tree, transferred the merit value that was constantly pouring in to the thousand-year-old tree, and said with a smile: "There is also your merit here, cultivate hard, and become an immortal as soon as possible." ”

The thousand-year-old tree shook its branches, and there were joys and sorrows in his heart, and the joy was that in the past few years, relying on Fubao, the cultivation speed has been hundreds of times faster, and the bitter thing is whether it can withstand the thunder.

Villagers bring home buckets of rice and extravagantly prepare them to cook dry rice for eating, and white smoke rises from the chimneys of each house, wafting the fragrance of rice.

Everyone ate fragrant rice in their mouths, and their gratitude for wealth and nobility in their hearts was like a surging river, and Fu Bao also accepted this wave after wave of merit points, all of which were transformed into thousand-year-old trees.

The next day, everyone carried rice to the county seat, one pound of rice can be exchanged for two large bowls of sorghum, and those with young children at home left one or two pounds of rice, and the rest were all exchanged for sorghum or silver.

The village chief and the lieutenant chief were also busy, not only to exchange their own rice for coarse grains, but also to exchange the extra 100 catties of rice for silver to repair the ancestral hall.

The shopkeeper of Hanzhuang Buzhuang got the news and felt incredible, all the surrounding villages had no harvest, and Xiangzhang Village could still find thousands of catties of wild rice, which was incredible.

Hurriedly recruited the secret guard who disguised himself as a coachman to bring the news to the imperial city, and the secret guard smiled and said, "Yes, the king's shopkeeper." ”

The shopkeeper's face turned red, and he casually lied to the old man Xiang that his owner's surname was Wang, and let the old man Xiang call him the shopkeeper Wang, but in fact, his owner's surname was Zhao, which was not to protect himself.

And now the county officials of Xiangzhang County have left with their families, and the families who have some silver in the family have moved their families, and they have not left yet, just to wait for the little master.

The shopkeeper asked the shopkeeper to see if there were any safe fathers and brothers among the rice sellers, and if so, let them sell to themselves, and he could pay a high price.

Now the price of rice in the county has risen again, the original price of fine grain from 200 wen per pound has risen to 250 wen, and sorghum can only buy a big bowl for 100 wen, which seems to be not selling grain, but grabbing silver.

When the shopkeeper of the rice shop saw that some villagers wanted to exchange fine grain for coarse grain, his happy eyes rolled, and he picked up a brush and wrote the price of the exchange of grain on the white paper:

One pound of white rice for three pounds of sorghum rice, if you want to sell it, one pound of white rice is purchased for 100 yuan.

Most of the villagers couldn't read, but the chief and the village chief could read and write, and they told the villagers the price of the grain, and the villagers were so angry that they almost smashed the rice shop.

The shopkeeper of the rice shop was afraid, more than 30 men stood at the door of the rice shop, even if they stepped on it, they could also step on the shop, and finally they could only admit that one pound of rice was exchanged for two large bowls (four catties) of sorghum, and if they were sold, it would be 200 wen a catty.

The villagers happily exchanged grain and sold some of the grain, and they had grain and silver in their hands, so they would not panic.

The village chief even exchanged the extra 120 catties of rice for 24 taels of silver, in fact, it was enough to repair an ancestral hall, but the village still had to keep some silver for backup.

Xiao Er stood on tiptoe and looked at everyone, he knew everyone in the Ping'an family, but when he looked at it, he didn't see anyone from the Ping'an family.

"Shopkeeper, no one in Brother Ping'an's family came to sell food, it is estimated that they ate it themselves, anyway, Brother Ping'an's nephew is a man, and he doesn't need to pay taxes at all."

The shopkeeper of Buzhuang nodded, and the Hanzhuang Dart Bureau will come back in two days, but the owner said that let Jixiang go to the Imperial City Dart Bureau, this matter cannot be forgotten.