Among the fields, an old farmer couple was farming.
"This old man."
Li Chen got off his horse, stood at the edge of the field, pointed at the sweet potato seedlings in the field, and asked, knowingly: "What are you growing in this field?"
The old man wearing a bamboo hat who was bending over to cultivate stood up, walked over and answered, "They are sweet potato seedlings."
As he spoke, he curled his lips and said: "Isn't it strange that you young people don't know each other, and I don't even know the old man. This is a requirement of the government. It is said that as long as every household can plant three-thirds of the sweet potatoes in their own fields,
When the harvest comes, you can deduct 10% of the tax."
Li Chen smiled and was noncommittal.
He naturally knows about such a policy.
In fact, without his approval, Zheng Baorong would not have dared to come up with such a policy even if he had ten courages.
"I remember that planting three-thirds of an acre of sweet potatoes can deduct 10% of the tax. If you plant half an acre, you can not only deduct 20% of the tax, but also reduce the poll tax. This half acre is the most cost-effective. You guys
Why don't you plant more?" Li Chen asked.
Hearing this, the old farmer was delighted. He grinned and said, "You are a young man, are you from the government? It's quite clear."
Li Chen shook his head and said: "I'm not from the government. I just have a few acres of thin farmland at home, but unfortunately it's not in the capital. I can't enjoy such a good policy for the time being. But my father also heard friends in the capital talking about this at the beginning of the year.
I just know a little bit."
The old farmer nodded, no doubt that he was there.
After all, Li Chen is too young.
Such a young man in his early twenties, even if he is from the government, is most likely just an errand boy, not an official.
So he simply started talking and said: "Little baby, you are still young and don't understand the truth behind it."
"oh?"
Li Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a pleading look on his face: "Is there any other secrets here? Dad, please tell the younger generation, it would be good to gain more knowledge."
The old farmer obviously liked Li Chen's low profile. He said in an old-timer's tone: "It's true that the government said so, but I have one-third of an acre of land, and the old Wu family next door also has less than two acres of land.
We both only planted three-thirds of the land of sweet potatoes, but in the government account books, it was written that both of us planted five-fifths of the land."
"But our family member, Wang Yuanwai, has not planted any sweet potatoes on his family land, but the official book says that he has planted several acres of sweet potatoes."
"Young man, do you understand what I mean?"
Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "I understand, what I mean is that if someone is unwilling to grow these sweet potatoes, he will collude with the government, falsely increase his name, and then use your share to offset his account.
He has enjoyed the tax reduction policy and does not have to bear the risk of losing money if he grows sweet potatoes."
The old farmer grinned and said, "Young people are very transparent."
"This is favoritism!"
Su Jinpa, who had been silent next to him, couldn't help but said: "And it's your share, are you just going to let them slaughter you?"
The old farmer glanced at Su Jinpa and said: "You little girl is so naive. We farmers all eat based on the expressions of the officials. Who dares to report to the official? What's more, the pressure from above is tight during this period.
We don’t dare to bully others too much. Each household has given us a hundred kilograms of grain, which is much better than before, and we are all very happy.”
