Man Bao said that it was her brothers and sisters-in-law who had their legs broken, but this matter was not urgent, the summer harvest had not started yet, and the top priority was to repair the roof.
The next day, Zuorang and the others went to the village chief's house to borrow a cart.
When the villagers knew that they were going to the city to buy tiles and repair their houses, several families who had previously taken their money, rice and eggs followed them.
There was no trolley, so they carried a large bamboo basket on their backs. When the time came, they could carry it back directly and avoid having to walk back and forth several times.
Lao Zhoutou went to talk to the village chief and the elders in the village about planting winter wheat.
Although it is still early, you still have to prepare for this kind of thing in advance, such as fat, and you need to start thinking about preparations now.
Farming is different from other things. The more people there are, the better, and the more people there are, the better.
In fact, there are quite a few people who have this idea, but they haven't made up their minds yet, so no one in the village has mentioned it yet.
This time, the old Zhou family brought it up first, and many people were moved, but they also had doubts, "With this kind of winter wheat, will the soil be fertile enough for rice to grow next year?"
The yield of rice has always been slightly higher than that of wheat, so if both species can only be grown for one season, people will naturally choose to grow rice.
"At worst, everyone should work harder and get more fertilizer." Lao Zhoutou said: "What else should we do? Although the rice and wheat have not been harvested this year, the harvest can be seen. I'm afraid after paying the autumn tax
There won’t be much left, so we’ll keep eating beans until next summer’s harvest?”
The village chief said: "And we don't know what the situation will be like next year. If it's like this year, will we still be able to survive?"
Everyone whispered among themselves and finally made the decision, "Okay, let's plant winter wheat for a season."
After the matter was settled, everyone was no longer so entangled. Everyone talked about other things, "How is Dazhu's injury?"
"I went to get two more doses of medicine yesterday. The doctor said that you should be fine after taking them." Then he turned to look at Lao Zhou, "How is Dalang?"
"It's almost healed, but I can't do heavy work yet."
"We can't see the bleeding in his stomach, so we have to be cautious. I would like to tell him to rest at home for half a year and wait until spring before going to the fields."
Lao Zhoutou also planned this. He didn't know any medical skills. He just thought about it. This internal bleeding must be caused by something broken inside. If he was tired and torn, the wound would open again. They were in the stomach and bleeding would occur.
Even they can't see it.
Countryside people basically rely on rest and endurance to recuperate from illness.
Zhou Dalang is only in his twenties, and Old Zhou is still very afraid that he will get the root cause of his illness, and his family lacks everything except people, so he plans to let him rest at home more, and do some light work at home when he gets better.
Save work.
For example, you can do tasks such as harvesting wheat, beans, and rice, but you cannot do heavy tasks such as carrying wheat, loosening soil, and composting.
Lao Zhoutou asked about other people's injuries. Fortunately, except for Zhou Dalang, everyone else's injuries were outside and could be seen. Basically, they would be fine once the injuries were healed.
In fact, the doctor wanted to tell them that Zhou Dalang's internal injuries were healed and he was fine.
But people will be frightened by their own imagination, and most people trust their own judgment more.
Those who can accept other people's suggestions and think so easily are generally either soft-eared people or very powerful people.
For example, today's Holy Emperor.
Wei Zhiren hasn't gone back yet, and the memorial arrived first.
This was a very long memorial, so long that it took the emperor an hour to read it.
It contains not only disaster relief matters, but also data on the casualties in the disaster area, data on the money and food consumed by the relief, and the disaster situation in various places. Most of them are accompanied by data.
It can be seen that Wei Zhi went to disaster relief this time very carefully.
Of course, the purpose of his writing was not only for this reason. He also wrote so much to apply for tax reductions and exemptions for the disaster-stricken areas.
Originally, the imperial court planned to exempt counties under Yizhou from taxation, and the time given was very generous, two years.
But this time Wei Zhi proposed that counties under Yizhou be exempted from taxes for three years to attract refugees living outside their hometowns to return to their hometowns, and to attract refugees from outside to enter Yizhou.
Because of the Yizhou flood, the casualties were too heavy and the population loss was serious.
Seriously, if the population cannot be attracted here, then the population can only be forcibly relocated from other places, otherwise the tens of thousands of hectares of fertile farmland under Jianwei Weir may be abandoned.
Outside of Yizhou, all Jiannan Road is exempt from tax for one year this time.
The scope of Jiannan Road is too wide, which means that the imperial court will not only lose part of the tax revenue, but also have to provide support downwards.
After all, in addition to turning over part of the local tax revenue to the court, they also have to keep some for their own finances.
If there are no taxes, then the government can only allocate money downwards.
Not tax exempt...
Looking at the data submitted by Wei Zhi and the situation in the disaster areas, the emperor couldn't help but sigh.
If there is no tax exemption, after one winter, I am afraid that some people will die and some will be exiled in Jiannan Road.
Collecting taxes is fun for a while, but in the future it will take ten or even a hundred times more effort to gather the refugees.
And once some refugees fall into the trap of bandits, the losses will only be greater.
The emperor put down the zhezi and said: "Come here, please invite the six ministers."
He pondered and asked, "Where is Wei Zhi?"
The person who sent the letter said: "When I returned to Beijing from my humble post, Mr. Wei was inspecting Luojiang County. He should be on his way at this time and will arrive in Beijing soon."
The emperor nodded slightly and waved the other person to leave.
At this time, Wei Zhi showed no sign of returning to Beijing. He was pruning flowers for the Bai family in the yard with a pair of scissors. He felt something was wrong as he was cutting. He looked curiously at the row of plants in the flower bed.
, asked: "Isn't this ginger?"
Daji, who was standing by, smiled and said, "Sir, it's Jiang."
Wei Zhi smiled and said: "The planting is really good. How does your gardener take care of it?"
Wei Zhi also grows vegetables at home, and naturally grows ginger cubes as daily necessities, but they don't grow as well as here, and he can see that the ginger cubes buried underneath seem to be larger than what he usually eats.
Daji smiled and said: "This was not planted by the gardener, but by my young master. I usually do the weeding and fertilizing myself."
"Oh?" Thinking of the child he saw at yesterday's banquet, Wei Zhi smiled slightly, "Does your young master still have such hobbies?"
"Yes," thinking of their young master's hobbies, Daji paused and said with a smile, "My young master likes to grow things very much."
Especially I like growing things that can be sold for money.
"Then I have to have a good communication with him later," Wei Zhi said with a smile, "I also like to grow things."
After a year of development, Bai Shanbao left a lot of ginger cubes as seeds last year. This year, he not only planted all the flower beds in his yard with ginger cubes, but also requisitioned a piece of land in front of his study, and then even occupied the flower beds in the garden.
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Mrs. Liu was very tolerant of him in this regard, letting him plant whatever he wanted, even if it made the house smell a bit stinky.