Su Qingluan was only surprised that A-Niang suddenly became sullen at this time, and she didn't realize the meaning behind this "sullenness".

She neatly removed the cilantro root and dipped her knife in water to cut the onion—to prevent the spicy taste of the onion from causing tears to flow wildly.

Su Qingluan was relieved after cutting the last knife of shredded onions, but came back to his senses and found that since just now, the Yang family had not made a sound.

She turned to look, only to find that Yang was also looking at her.

"Auntie?" Su Qingluan subconsciously touched his face, "Is there anything dirty on my face?" "Why do you keep looking at her?

Yang sighed: "Big girl, this year's harvest in our village is good, so there is no major drought this year, and the river in the village has not risen and flooded the fields." ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "Isn't that good?" ”

"But we don't have a lot of rent to pay this year! Although our family is not worried about not being able to pay the rent, I am afraid that most of the families, even our family last year, were ......."

Rent?

Su Qingluan was stunned for a while, and then he understood what the so-called "rent" was - it was a "tax" that belonged to this era.

And she is not to blame for this, after all, the more common expressions in modern times are "VAT", "personal income tax" and the like. And the term "rent" or similar synonyms existed in distant childhood, when the master and the mother spoke of their fathers and even grandparents rebelling against the old times.

Su Qingluan remembered that she had borrowed the knowledge of the law of this era from Mu Xingzhi before, and said that roughly the country's tax ratio was 20% to 30% of the crop harvest, and Su Qingluan converted it according to the modern tax ratio, and the overall calculation was still high.

However, since she was strictly a "small and micro business operator" in her previous life, she also had to pay taxes every year, so the tax of about 20% was not particularly outrageous.

So she couldn't help but comfort: "In any case, most of the food still falls into our own pockets, doesn't it?" ”

Hearing this, Yang looked at Su Qingluan in surprise, as if he had heard something fantastical: "Most? How can it be? ”

"But the law says ......"

"I don't know what the law is...... Yang smiled bitterly, "I just know that the fields of the villagers in our village have to collect at least sixty percent of the rent." ”

"Sixty percent?!" Su Qingluan screamed, "Why don't they rob it—hmm!" ”

Before he finished speaking, Su Qingluan was covered by Yang's arrow step: "Be quiet!" Yang lowered his voice and looked out of the courtyard vigilantly, "Although our village is relatively peaceful, this kind of thing must not be said casually!" ”

Su Qingluan also calmed down at this time: Yes, this is no longer the era when you can "discuss state affairs in vain" at home, if you use improper words at this time, it may really endanger your family.

Her mind calmed down, and her expression was much calmer. Yang saw that she was not as excited as Fang Cai, and slowly let go of her hand.

Su Qingluan slowly took a deep breath, calmed down and asked, "How can it be so much higher?" ”

Sixty percent tax! This tax ratio, not to mention in modern times, even if it is compared horizontally in ancient times, it can be regarded as "strict taxation", right?!

This is not only "the suffering of the people", but also "the death of the people"!

And Yang said "at least" sixty percent, which means that he has even encountered a tax situation that is even more outrageous than sixty percent?!

It was the first time that Su Qingluan felt so deeply - this oppressive ancient feudal world was really too cheating!

Yang listened to Su Qingluan's words, shook his head and sighed helplessly: "The above sent people to collect rent, where do we little people dare to speak?" A few years ago, there were more people in Huaxi Village, and the rent of each household was less, but now there are so many dozens of families left, and there are so many more above! What is the rationale for this? ”

In the end, Yang was also a little indignant, but she never protested loudly like Su Qingluan, and only dared to whisper in a voice that could only be heard clearly by standing close like Su Qingluan.

Su Qingluan listened to A-Niang's words and figured it out. Yang didn't understand, she stood at the end of the long river of history, but she understood: I don't know what the reason is-most likely the people below are beautiful for the "political achievements" under their rule-boasting that the wind and rain are good every year, and the above will naturally ask for more taxes.

However, in reality, there are still so many people, and even due to various natural and man-made reasons, the population of small mountain villages such as Huaxi Village has decreased.

The overly optimistic estimates of the above-mentioned people's tax revenues, and the fact that there are far fewer people and grains than reported, naturally result in taxes several times higher than those required by the law.

Su Qingluan's mood was very heavy.

Today's tofu rolls are golden and crispy fried in that pan, and the rich taste and special aroma brought by the coriander and onion are sprinkled with various spices on top, so that the whole family will have an endless aftertaste.

Only Su Qingluan, thinking about what the Yang family had said to her before, couldn't swallow the food, and the food was unpleasant.

What made her even more irritable was that she found the idea of developing a new series of jams, but Su Qingluan was not very satisfied with the neutralization effect of grinding pure jam and those peels into powder - the green and astringent taste of the peels was heated and fused with the jam to become another somewhat bitter taste.

Su Qingluan didn't know where there was a problem in the middle, so she was even more irritable.

This irritability lasted from the first day's eclipse to the next day, and even the rising sun did not make her mood better.

Su Qingluan was really a little irritable, but he still remembered that he wrote the recruitment notice and posted it on the notice board at the entrance of the village, and the start time was set for three days later.

Su Qingluan thought about it, even if the actual construction time is almost three or four days, but for the sake of insurance, it is better to be a few days in advance.

What's more, no matter what is added later to add the flavor of the jam, the step of picking wild fruits and mashing the pulp to make the jam in the early stage will not be changed in any case.

So Su Qingluan can at least control the workflow of the first two days.

As for the work that needs to be done on the outside......

Su Qingluan decided to follow the idea of "it is better to be alone than to be troubled by others, and it is better to complain together than to complain alone", so he casually grabbed a handful of flour and beat two eggs, cut all kinds of shredded vegetables that could be seen, and made a few eggs and vegetable cakes for himself and his sister as breakfast, and then went to Mu Xingzhi's side.

When Songbo brought the tea and closed the door and left, Su Qingluan finally couldn't help but slap the table: "What a hell of a tax!" Sixty percent, I'm afraid that the people below won't rise up, right? ”

Regarding Su Qingluan's "rebellious" remarks, Mu Xingzhi only smiled slightly: "Then according to Qingluan's meaning, what should I do?" Is there a tax deduction? ”