Yang Dingrui, who was watching the chickens in the yard, said that Zhang Qianhu only wanted three meals of food because he was concerned about Mr. Liu's face.
"When eggs are laid, they are taken away. When eggs are laid, they are taken away. There are fewer and fewer chickens around. You see, it is unhappy and thinks there is something wrong with the chicken coop."
"I probably didn't have this idea before. I always had food to eat, but now that I have no food, I am so hungry that I can't even open my eyes. I flap my wings and want to fly high and fly out of the chicken coop."
Yang Dingrui was so busy studying the rules of how to deal with chickens that Liu Chengzong, who was sharpening his knife, also followed the chickens and said: "If it eats meat, let it kill chickens and do it, because it thinks that chickens are called after all.
Those who kill must die, and there is nothing wrong with being killed by a chicken."
Hearing Yang Dingrui caress his beard and smile, he said: "The child can be taught. You have to let it eat enough. After it is full, find two companions for it. Then Zhaoli will be able to get pregnant on his own and will not come out of the cage again..."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Chengzong's smile stopped abruptly, because Liu Chengzong stood up as he spoke. After speaking, he took a knife and threw a small iron bowl on the ground, bowed and took the hen out of the cage and killed it with one knife.
Drain the blood cleanly.
"It's hard to find a companion. After all, people are not chickens. There is no food in northern Shaanxi. Come on, sir, let's make soup. It's very fragrant."
Zhang Qianhu did indeed have a meal at the Black Dragon King Temple Mountain as he said, and then headed north with everything to eat.
This was revenge, so Lu Bin, who had escaped from Laomiaozhuang, followed him. His injuries were not healed yet, so he could only serve as a guide.
The officers and soldiers were very happy to have a guide, and they planned to attack tomorrow morning.
Liu Chengzong looked at the sky and estimated the distance of the Wei army. They should be still on their way. They were not far from the old temple village, and they might have chosen a place to rest.
This battle will end by tomorrow evening at the latest, but no one knows what the outcome will be, let alone whether the outcome will be good or bad for Xing Pingli, which makes him unreasonably upset.
I am so irritable that I want to eat something good.
In the hall, Liu Xiangyu's face was as dark as water. Chengyun sat at the end to calculate the accounts, how much grain the clan had, how much stone grain could be harvested from the ground this summer, whether the existing grain was enough to last until the summer grain was handed over, and whether the remaining grain could last until the autumn grain was handed over. To be precise, what matters is how to buy food appropriately.
Sixteen blooded chickens were taken and plucking the feathers. Liu Chengzong washed his hands and stood up and walked into the hall. When he saw his cousin's expression thinking hard, he knew that the financial situation of the clan was not good.
"The grain harvest is definitely not enough. We use 44 shi for growing grain on our 420 acres of land. The summer grain can be harvested at most 300 shi. For regular taxes, 58 shi will be left for growing grain, leaving 240 shi.
There are more than a dozen people and a dozen large animals, which can last more than half a year."
This is because the land in northern Shaanxi is thin. Even a family with a hundred acres of land on this land is still not a big landlord, because one hundred acres can only produce a harvest of forty acres in Guanzhong.
"But my second uncle wants to calculate the land rent from here. I find it difficult. The food is only enough for his own use. What about the government apportionment? That is higher than the regular tax."
The official tax in the Ming Dynasty was very low. This was the tone set at the founding of the country. Emperor Taizu set a basic official tax based on the annual expenditure at that time.
However, with the new founding of the People's Republic of China, the country is peaceful and the people are at peace, the number of acres is fixed, there is no hidden land, and the positive taxes collected are just enough to spend. This will inevitably lead to a decrease in the number of acres in the mid-term and later, and the positive taxes are not enough to spend.
Then the smart court created the Yin Chi Mao Liang extra system, which means that even if you don’t have enough money to do big things in the first year, it doesn’t matter if you have a deficit, you can do it first, and save it for next year to make up for the shortfall with extra money.
The three additional taxes proposed to deal with the funds after the founding of the state are not high at all when mixed with the regular tax, it is only one tax per fifteen.
When an ordinary person earns 300 dan of rice and grain per year, he will never be overwhelmed by the 356 dan regular tax. What is overwhelming is that when his annual income is only 50 dan, he still has to pay 6 dan. p>
Because the income is no longer enough to eat and drink.
What's more, there is another important type of tax, labor.
Transporting money and grain, repairing city walls, repairing government offices, and hiring people to knock on wooden clappers and watch the clock... are all servants, and they are also the legal obligations of the people of the Ming Empire.
If you want to farm and you don’t want to go, you can only pay the bank and pay the grain to hire someone else.
Calculated, it is much more expensive than regular tax, and the types are different.
The old man had collected taxes and knew a lot about this, so he still waved his hand and said: "Don't worry about the apportionment for now, just calculate the land rent according to the regular tax, and then think of a solution after the apportionment. Didn't Dalang and the Lion bring back the food?"
After saying that, Liu Xiangyu thought that the dozens of stones of grain would be kept for the village frontier troops to eat. He tapped his fingers on the table in distress: "Your father-in-law can sell as much as he wants. Prepare to buy grain."<
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Chengyun nodded and said: "I think so. We can only buy grain. However, the price of grain in Huifucheng has risen. It is an expensive time. If you don't have four or five taels of rice and wheat, you may not be able to buy it."
Liu Chengyun not only raised the problem, but also put forward the solution to the problem: "It's better to cross the river into Shanxi. My father-in-law wrote a complaint to the rice merchant in Fucheng, and he accepted it. The price of food in Shanxi will be higher."
It’s not like paying two or three cents for a bucket of rice.”
"The same silver can buy twenty shi here and fifty shi over there. The things my brother brought back are valuable. Even if you deposit them, you can cover the principal. Maybe you can make a fortune when you come back."<
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Yang Dingrui, who followed Liu Chengzong into the hall, was fascinated by what he heard, and couldn't help but say: "On the four hundred miles journey to Shanxi, and back and forth to Yanchuan, there is an uprising by King Hun Tian. It is very easy for dozens of stones of grain to be robbed."
"But if you go to Fucheng, you still need twenty or thirty people to protect you, not to mention it's expensive. Even if you hire a porter in Shanxi, it's just one stone and eight coins of silver."
The carrier was obviously not convinced about the price. He put the brush in his mouth and held it in his mouth. Mr. Liu, who was sitting at the top, worried: "I'm afraid if I pay one tael per stone now, others will also
You may not be willing to move from Jin to Qin."
Chengyun thought well and clapped his hands and said: "If that doesn't work, go to both sides. I'll go to Shanxi and draw a map of the city for Brother Shizi. Let him find merchants to buy food. Anyone who dares to rob will fight with them!"
Liu Chengzong sat on the last chair and listened, looking at the yard in trance. Listening to the family planning for money and food made him feel an unknown fire in his heart, and he put his fists on his legs and clenched them tightly.
People have been calculating and calculating, but there is no good solution. During the disaster years, they worked hard to build water conservancy projects to fight drought and farmed the land for half a year, but in the end there was not enough for their own food?
"Our family is like this, how can other families survive?"
Liu Chengzong still couldn't hold back and interrupted everyone's thoughts. He shook his head and said: "Now let alone bringing food across Yanchuan, even if someone brings one or two hundred shi of food across Heilong Mountain, sir, brother, do you think he can do it?"
Take away the food?"
"Will Zhang Qianhu ask someone to take the food away, or will Brother Cao ask someone to take the food away? No one can take the food away from here. When we go out to buy food, we encounter officers, soldiers, thieves, and villages.
Enemy, food is life. If you want food, just paying money is useless."
What Cao Yao said couldn't help but echo in Liu Chengzong's mind.
'The world will only get worse and worse. Like your postman brother named Li Hongji, if you want to be an obedient citizen, you will only starve to death.'
‘You deserve to wait until you are too hungry to think of anything else, and you should go and rob others while you still have the strength.’
Liu Chengzong didn't say anything more, and went out to ask Shiliu to go to the blacksmith shop to get the newly made knife grid for him.
He knows that people are like chickens. No matter whether you live well or not, you will die sooner or later.
But do you really have to be a thief and rob to survive?