Lao Zhu glared at him: "You haven't farmed again, what are you doing when you run down." Wait until you get sick, and your queen mother will nag us again. ”

Zhu Bai stalked his neck: "No, if the father goes down, the son will go down, what is the fun thing, the father and the emperor will play." ”

Then the two fathers and sons stared at each other and froze.

Lao Zhu said: "There are leeches in the mud, and you won't let go of staring at the blood sucking on people's legs." Even if it was pulled out, the blood from that wound would flow all over the ground. Aren't you afraid? ”

Zhu Bai: "My father is not afraid, and my sons are not afraid." ”

Then he said to himself: "Ah, speaking of which, I have finished planting all the fields in this farm, and if I want to plant seedlings, I have to find another place." Where to go? ”

Lao Zhu snorted: "Forget it." I'm out of interest by you. ”

Zhu Bai said: "Where did the minister call a farmer to come up and chat with my father. ”

Lao Zhu: "Okay." ”

Then Zhu Bai called someone to call Lao Wang, the leader of the farmer's household.

Wang Farmer is in his early fifties this year, honest and honest, black, thin and shriveled, with white temples and wrinkles on his face when he smiles.

He was a little nervous when he saw Lao Zhu, but he dealt with Zhu Bai a lot on weekdays, so he was much better than ordinary farmers.

Lao Zhu was in a better mood and asked, "How was the harvest last year?" ”

Wang farmer: "Thanks to the emperor's blessing, although the early rice was flooded last year, the harvest was halved, but because the king of Hunan asked us to plant three crops, first wheat planting, then early rice and late rice. Therefore, four stones of rice and one and a half stones of wheat can be harvested in each acre of field. ”

The grain producing areas in the south of the Yangtze River are now mostly summer wheat and autumn millet. Two crops of rice are grown in both lakes, and three crops of rice are grown in Fujian and Guangzhou.

In the Ming Dynasty, one stone was equal to about one hundred and fifty catties, and four stones were more than six hundred catties.

The household department divides the fields into upper ripe fields, medium ripe fields and lower ripe fields, and the yield of rice per mu is two and a half stones, two stones and one and a half stones.

Lao Zhu sighed: "This is what you planted well." When we were children, the maximum yield per mu was two stones. ”

Wang farmer: "The king of Hunan taught us to use fertilizer, so the grains of the millet are full and the husks are less. ”

Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Bai.

Zhu Bai grinned: "What the fifth brother taught me, what kind of grass, wood, gray duck dung, pig dung and the like." ”

Zhu Biao said: "This can also be called household promotion. If there is a flood or drought, I am not afraid. ”

Lao Zhu nodded slightly: "So it's not that there is no food on the ground, it's that people are lazy." ”

Last year, Ying Tianwei's tuntian said that it had suffered a disaster and could not get military rations.

When the Ming Dynasty was established, the system was clearly stipulated in the system of 50 acres of land for each soldier, and the annual payment of "Tuntian grains" to the imperial court was five stones, that is, "half of the mu tax" was equivalent to one bucket of grain per mu.

Now when asked, even if you plant one season per mu, you can harvest one or two stones of rice.

To say that you can't pay a bucket of taxes is definitely nonsense.

Li Wenzhong and the others sniffed out a trace of unusual breath, and finally saw that Lao Zhu was not here to be nostalgic today.

Lao Zhu encouraged Wang Farmer a few words, then stood up and said: "I haven't come out for a long time, let's take a walk, go shopping, and see the lives of the people." ”

Then he walked southwest along Zhu Bai's field.

Li Wenzhong and the others saw that Lao Zhu was clearly heading towards Tuntian, who was left behind in the left guard, and they were a little panicked, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Lao Zhu stood on the ridge and beckoned to an old farmer in the farmland: "Old man, I'm sorry, we have something to ask you." ”

The old farmer didn't look like an ordinary person, so he was busy wiping his hands on his clothes and asking, "What does the old man want to ask?" ”

Lao Zhu pointed to this field: "Whose land is this?" We want to buy it. ”

The old farmer waved his hand: "I can't buy it, this is Ying Tianwei's tuntian." ”

Lao Zhu pretended to be surprised and looked at him: "Eh, that old man doesn't look like a soldier." ”

The clothes worn by the soldiers are completely different from those of the farmers, but in fact, you can see it at a glance.

The old farmer smiled, didn't answer, gave his hand to Lao Zhu, and then went to work.

Li Wenzhong: Their faces were red and white.

Isn't this clear, isn't it that the commander of the guard post rented out the tuntian to the tenant farmers?

Lao Zhu ordered the soldiers of the border city guard post to "defend the city in three points and plant in seven points", and the inland guard post to "defend the city in two points and plant in eight points".

If they don't plant themselves, it's already against the order.

Everyone knows that farming is hard, and it is better to rent out the land to tenant farmers, even if they only receive half of the grain, than to face the loess with their backs to the sky.

Moreover, there is another advantage of renting out the land, that is, the officials can directly collect rent from the tenant farmers.

All the soldiers were to receive rations from him.

The soldier can only receive as much as the officer gives.

Regardless of the good year and disaster year, anyway, the extra ones are all in the pockets of officials.

If the soldiers wanted to have more money, they had to think differently.

If the soldier grows it himself, he should keep enough for himself before turning it in.

Those who are officials don't have so much oil and water to rub.

Lao Zhu didn't have any discoloration on his face, and walked around this large area.

Everywhere he went, there were tenant farmers farming.

The three adults didn't know whether they were angry or frightened, and their faces were all bad anyway.

Zhu Biao also frowned secretly.

Lao Zhu walked back slowly.

did not go back from the treasure gate, but went around to the Zhengyang gate.

Several horse-drawn carriages carrying silver charcoal were waiting in a hidden place outside the Zhengyang Gate.

Zhu Bai rubbed his hands secretly: The show finally reached its climax. It's not in vain that I have been banging gongs and carrying sedan chairs for Lao Zhu all day long.

Erhu walked over, picked up the hat hanging on the car and put it on, drove the carriage into the city slowly, and was stopped by the guards of Zhengyangmen.

The soldier said: "There is a problem with your goods, we will confiscate and search it." ”

The second tiger replied: "If there is any problem, the soldier will say it here." ”

The little soldier was unaware of the approaching danger, and was a little impatient: "There are prohibited items, we have to transport them to the government to check one cart by one." Open them all here to see them, and get in and out of the way. ”

Erhu: "Please set up a note for me, and received me ten carts of silver charcoal, how many catties in total, and when I come to receive the goods, there will be a fixed number." ”

Little Soldier: "I can't stand." I can't read. ”

Erhu: "Then I'll go with the soldiers." ”

The little soldier glared: "The yamen of the guard is also a flat-headed person like you who casually entered?" ”

Erhu sneered: "Lang Lang Qiankun, at the feet of the Son of Heaven." If you are righteous and bright, why can't I go in and see? ”

Xiao Bing was already a little weak-hearted, but at this time, he became more and more anxious when he saw that Erhu was not cooperating, and drew his knife: "Oh, you turned against you." ”

Erhu: "If there is less silver charcoal, who should I find?" ”

More and more people watched.

The soldier also became more and more anxious: "I can't find it, if you have prohibited items with you, we will definitely confiscate them." ”

Erhu: "Call your commander out." ”

Little Soldier: "Our Commander is what you can see and see?" ”

Erhu said, "Then how can I see him?" ”

The little soldier rolled his eyes: "I can't see it." ”

Erhu was so angry that his fists clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, so he didn't beat him directly.