The sun sets in the west.

The afterglow of the setting sun stained the clouds red.

In a whole day, Han Zhen finally completed the field measurement and household registration inventory of Xiaowang Village.

Next, it's just a matter of putting this information together and registering it.

Han Zhen invited: "Captain, Zhu Dalang, you have worked hard today, let's eat with me." ”

The chief waved his hand: "No, there is still something in the old family." ”

Han Zhen knew that he was in a hurry to go to the mountains to pull the fugitive family to make money, and he didn't expose it, so he nodded and said, "Since there is something in the chief's family, let's go back first." ”

It was Zhu Zhengze, holding a wad of paper and silently, following him.

Back in the mansion, as soon as he entered the door, Fang Sansan greeted him: "Ah Lang is back." ”

"Hmm!"

Han Zhen nodded.

Fang Sansan followed him and said in a chattering voice: "Ah Lang, a few little Lang Jun hunted a deer. ”

Deer?

Han Zhen frowned, and just when he saw the monkey coming out of the inverted room, he called, "Didn't you wait to explore the terrain in the mountains, how did you go deer hunting?" ”

Seeing that Han Zhen looked displeased, the monkey hurriedly explained: "Second Brother Han, deer are not hunted. The deer bumped into us in the middle of the mountain and was startled, but as he fled, he crashed into a tree and fainted. ”

Is that okay?

Han Zhen didn't know what to say for a while, and could only sigh that their luck was too good.

When I entered the Weeping Flower Gate, I saw the monkey and the little worm's parents sitting in the courtyard, their eyes full of restraint and confusion.

Han Zhen stepped forward and said in a slightly apologetic tone: "It's all my fault, and I have affected several uncles and aunts." ”

Several people hurriedly stood up, and Father Yang waved his hand and said, "Erlang, don't be like this, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid they are still in prison now." ”

Han Zhen said: "Since you are here, your uncle and aunt can stay here with peace of mind." ”

Father Yang nodded, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhen immediately understood their thoughts, and said with a smile: "If the uncles and aunts feel too idle, you can pick a few acres of barren land and plant them." ”

Hearing this, Father Yang and the others were immediately overjoyed.

As a farmer, if they don't have a few acres of land in their hands, they really can't settle down.

With Tian, the heart is settled.

In their cognition, no matter where they are, as long as they are not lazy, as long as they are willing to work hard to farm, they can always have a bite to eat.

At this moment, Chef Shen stood in front of the kitchen door and asked, "Ah Lang, can you start eating?" ”

"Let's eat."

Thanks to the deer that killed itself, dinner was hearty tonight.

Chef Shen really showed her hand, the deer's tenderloin was stir-fried with green onions, and the pork ribs were made into roasted noodles, and the remaining bones, internal organs and water were washed and boiled into a big pot of soup.

The staple food is wheat rice, but compared with ordinary farmers, there are many fewer wild vegetables in wheat rice.

This is normal, even if it is a landlord and an old man, he is not willing to eat refined grain every day.

Refined grains such as rice and wheat are kept for money in disaster years.

Eat more, make less money.

Seeing that Zhu Zhengze had signs of running away with the bowl, Han Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Sit down and eat, and bring one back after eating." ”

"Thank you, village chief."

Zhu Zhengze didn't slow down half a beat this time, and immediately thanked him.

……

When they were halfway through eating, the tenants came with their families in tow.

Without waiting for Han Zhen's instructions, Chef Shen beckoned them to eat.

"It's all lined up, don't crowd, everyone has it."

Under the shouting of Chef Shen, the tenants lined up and stepped forward to receive the meal in an orderly manner.

Chef Shen filled a bowl of wheat rice and handed it over, and a boy about eight or nine years old wiped his hands on his clothes, and then carefully held the bowl.

Seeing that the boy turned around and left, Chef Shen called, "Don't go, there is still broth." ”

As he spoke, he scooped a large spoonful of broth into the pot with a wooden spoon and poured it into the bowl.

The rich aroma of the broth, accompanied by a hint of heat, reached the noses of the tenants, causing the throats to stir.

"Daddy, there's meat!"

Seeing a few pieces of internal organs in the bowl, the boy suddenly let out a burst of exclamation.

Meat!

In an instant, the eyes of the tenants behind lit up one by one.

Soon, more than twenty people were sitting in the courtyard with bowls.

Tan Qiang squatted next to his son, looked up and looked around, and found that the tenants had meat in their bowls, either a few small pieces of internal organs in the water, or some bones connected to some shredded meat.

There is no way, this deer is not big, it is less than twenty catties of meat when skinned and boneless, and the venison is not enough for Han Zhen and a few people to eat.

But the tenants didn't care, and it was already a great happiness to have a bite of meat to eat.

Sandwiched all the internal organs into his son's bowl, Tan Qiang held the bowl and devoured the broth.

After eating three full bowls in a row, Tan Qiang put down the bowl and breathed a long sigh of relief.

After living for so many years, he feels that today is truly a legitimate person.

After coming to the well to wash the dishes and put them back in the kitchen, Tan Qiang led his son and mother-in-law to bow deeply to the hall before turning around and leaving.

The puppy glanced back at the house, and smashed it with a smile: "Daddy, the new master's house is so good, and he will give meat to eat." ”

"yes!"

A smile rose at the corner of Tan Qiang's mouth.

He hadn't laughed in a long time, and the last time he was so happy was when a puppy was born.

Now not only can I have enough to eat, but I also have a salary every month.

In just one day, he no longer doubted Han Zhen's words.

Since Xiao Langjun said that he would pay the salary, he would definitely give it.

Three hundred wen.

I can tear half a horse of linen, and then I will make a new dress for my mother-in-law and son.

If you do the math, the family hasn't changed their clothes for many years.

The little dog seemed to remember something, and said indignantly: "Daddy, Wang Laizi is talking badly about Xiao Langjun today." ”

Hearing this, Tan Qiang advised: "That guy is not a good person, don't play with him in the future." ”

"Hmm!"

The puppy nodded solemnly.

……

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In the study.

Han Zhen is sorting out the household registration information that has been checked today.

It is no exaggeration to say that the information about Xiaowang Village in his hands is more accurate and detailed than that in the county government.

Because when facing the government, whether it is a villager or a king, they will choose to conceal it to a certain extent.

Obviously, there are five people in the family, but they gritted their teeth and said that there were only three.

The other two are dead!

The villagers are afraid that the land will be apportioned, and the landlords are afraid of being overtaxed.

It was all excessive taxes and forced labor, and the people were tossed and afraid.

This is also why Wang Xiao and his wife will behave as if they are facing a great enemy when they hear that they are going to measure the fields.

At this moment, Han Zhen held a stack of papers and carefully examined them one by one.

It wasn't until late at night that he reviewed and counted all the information.

At present, there are 127 households in Xiaowang Village, with a total of 396 people.

To Han Zhen's surprise, there are more young adults than he imagined, with 31% of men aged 16-40.

Among them, there are three carpenters, one blacksmith apprentice, and one literate and hyphenated.

Including barren fields, there are a total of 1,584 acres of fields, of which only 46 acres are paddy fields, all of which are in his hands, and the rest are dry fields.

There is no way to do less paddy fields, and the climatic conditions of drought and lack of rain in the north are destined to have fewer paddy fields.

There are 391 acres of uncultivated wasteland, and excluding the 231 acres of land in his hands, the average household land in Xiaowang Village is only a pitiful little more than 7 acres.

Seven acres of land is not much at this time, and there are no chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and the yield per mu of ordinary dry land is very low, less than one stone per mu.

Even though the rotation of wheat, soybeans and sorghum in the north was popularized during the Northern Song Dynasty, each household could only harvest less than 10 stone of grain from the fields in a year.

Ten stones of grain is barely enough for a family of five to eat and drink for a year.

If the family is larger, they will starve.

Note that the above is the ideal situation of good weather and no insect infestation, under normal circumstances, it is very good to have seven or eight stones of grain all year round.

If there is a disaster year, I am afraid that there will not even be three stones.

In other words, every family in Xiaowang Village has been working hard for a whole year, and they can only barely eat.

You know, that's not even counting taxes.

The Northern Song Dynasty implemented a two-tax law, with a tax collected in summer and autumn, which was equal to two out of ten.

That is, the tax of eight stone grain has to be paid one stone and six stones.

Coupled with all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, it is already considered the benevolence of the official family if the villagers can have two stones of grain in their hands.

Two stones of grain, where is enough for a family to eat for a year?

From the data of Xiaowang Village alone, it can be seen that the peasants during the Xuanhe period were actually on the verge of collapse.

Even if there were no Jin soldiers to move south, the Northern Song Dynasty would have fallen apart in the ensuing peasant uprising.

Knock knock!

Just as he was pondering, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Immediately afterward, he heard Fang Sansan shouting anxiously: "Ah Lang, it's not good!" ”