stubborn thief

Chapter 40

Yang Dingrui, who was watching chickens in the yard, said that Zhang Qianhu only needed three meals of food because he was worried about Mr. Liu's face.

"When the eggs are laid, they are taken away, and when the eggs are laid, they are taken away. There are fewer and fewer chickens around. You see, it is not happy and thinks that there is a problem with the chicken coop."

"I shouldn't have had this idea before. I always had food to eat, but now I don't have any food. I'm so hungry that I can't keep my eyes open. I flap my wings and want to fly high and out of the chicken coop."

Yang Dingrui's mind-blowing study of chicken's law of doing things actually made Liu Chengzong, who was grinding his knife, follow the chicken and said, "If it eats meat, it will kill the chicken, because it thinks that the chicken is a human anyway. If you kill, you will always die, and there is nothing wrong with being killed by a chicken."

Hearing Yang Dingrui caressing his beard, he said with a smile: "Ruzi can be taught, you have to let him eat, and then find him two companions when he is full, and then Zhaoli can be physiological, and he won't come out of the cage again..."

Before he could finish speaking, his smile stopped abruptly, because Liu Chengzong stood up while talking, and after he finished speaking, he threw a small iron bowl on the ground with a knife, and bowed to lift the hen out of the cage and slaughtered it with a 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. If you don't care about it, sir, let's make soup. It's very fragrant."

Zhang Qianhu really did as he said, he ate a meal at the Temple Mountain of the Black Dragon King, and then he even took the food and took it to the north.

This was revenge, so Lu Bin, who escaped from Laomiaozhuang, also followed. His injuries were not healed, so he could only be a guide.

The officers were delighted to have a guide, and they planned to attack in the morning.

Liu Chengzong looked at the sky and estimated the pace of the Weisuo army. He should still be on his way, not far from the old temple, and he may have already chosen a place to rest.

The battle will be over 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 Xingpingli, making him restless for no reason.

Anxious enough to want to eat something good.

In the hall, Liu Xiangyu's face was sinking like water, and the carrier sat down at the end to settle the account, calculating how much grain the clan had, how much stone grain could be harvested from the land this summer, whether the existing grain was enough for summer grain, and whether the remaining grain could support autumn grain.

To be precise, what is involved is how to buy food properly.

Sixteen took the bloodless chicken to pluck its hair. Liu Chengzong washed his hands and got up and walked into the hall. Seeing his cousin's thoughtful expression, he knew that the financial situation of the clan was not good.

"The grain harvested is definitely not enough. We use 420 shi for planting grain on our 44 mu of land, and at most 58 shi for summer grain. We have to keep 240 shi for taxation and planting grain, and the remaining [-] shi. There are more than a dozen people and a dozen big heads. Animals can last for more than half a year."

This is the thin land in northern Shaanxi. Even a family with [-] mu of land on this land is still not a big landlord, because [-] mu can only produce [-] mu of Guanzhong.

"But the second uncle wants to count the land rent from here. I don't think so. The food is only enough for his own use. What should the government apportion? That is higher than the regular tax."

In the Ming Dynasty, the regular tax was very low. This was the keynote set at the founding of the country. Emperor Taizu established a basic regular tax according to the annual expenditure at that time, and the regular tax will not be increased in future generations.

However, the new climate of the founding of the country, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. The number of acres of land is fixed, and there are no hidden fields. The positive tax received is just enough to spend, which will inevitably lead to a decrease in the number of acres after the mid-term, and the positive tax will not be enough to spend.

Then the wise court created the stipends that pay for rations. It doesn't matter if you don't have enough money for the big things you did in the first year, you will do it first, and leave it to the next year to make up for the deficit.

In order to deal with the post-establishment money, the three-paid bonus was not added to the regular tax at all, and it was only one tax for fifteen.

When ordinary people earn 35 shi of rice, they will never be overwhelmed by the regular tax of [-] shi.

Because the income is not enough to eat and drink.

Moreover, there is another important tax, servitude.

Shipping silver and grain, repairing the city walls, repairing the yamen, and hiring someone to knock on the bangzi and make changes... are all servants, and they are also the legal obligations of the people of the Ming Empire.

If you want to farm the land and you don’t want to go, you can only pay the bank and pay the grain for the hire.

The calculation is much more expensive than the regular tax, and there are different types.

The old man has collected taxes, and he knows this very well, so he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about the apportionment first, and calculate the ground rent according to the normal tax. After the apportionment, think of a way. Didn't Dalang and the lion bring food back?"

After speaking, Liu Xiangyu thought that the dozens of stone grains would still be kept for the army in the village. He tapped his fingers on the table in distress: "As much as your husband can sell, prepare to buy grain."

Cheng Yun nodded and said, "I think so too. You can only buy grain, but the price of grain in Huifu City is rising. It's the time when it's expensive. I'm afraid you won't be able to buy rice and wheat without four or five taels."

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 husband wrote a letter to the rice merchant in Fucheng, and he admits it, but the price of grain in Shanxi is also high. Not for two or three dollars per bucket of rice."

"For the same amount of money, I can buy twenty stone here, and fifty stone there. The things my brother brought back are valuable. Even if I bet, I can pay the principal, and maybe I can make a fortune when I come back."

Yang Dingrui, who entered the hall with Liu Chengzong, was fascinated, and could not help but say: "Going to Shanxi [-] miles, to and from Yanchuan, there is a rebellion by the King of Chaos, and dozens of stone grains can easily be robbed."

"However, to go to Fucheng also requires 30 to [-] guards, not to mention that it is expensive. Even if you go to Shanxi to hire porters, it is nothing more than one stone plus eight qian foot silver."

The price of this money is obviously not quite sure of the carrier. Holding the brush, he put the barrel into his mouth and groaned. Mr. Liu, who was sitting at the top, worried: "I'm afraid that if I take out a tael of money for every stone now, others will also Not necessarily willing to join Qin from Jin."

Cheng Yun thought very well, and clapped his hands: "If you can't do it, go to both sides. I will go to Shanxi and draw a map of the city for Brother Shishi, and let him find merchants to buy food. Whoever dares to rob them will do it with them!"

Liu Chengzong was sitting in the last chair listening, looking at the yard in a trance, listening to the family making money and rations, he heard a nameless fire in his heart, and put his fists on his legs and clenched tightly.

People do the calculations, but there is no good way. During the disaster years, they worked hard to build water conservancy to fight drought, and planted land for half a year, but in the end they were not enough for their own food?

"Our family is like this, can other families live?"

Liu Chengzong still couldn't hold back, he interrupted everyone's thoughts, shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about bringing food through Yanchuan, even if someone brings one or two hundred shi of food through Heilong Mountain, sir, brother, do you think he can bring Food to take away?"

"Will Zhang Qianhu let someone take the grain away, or will Big Brother Cao let someone take the grain away? No one can take the grain away from here. When we go out to buy grain, the officers, thieves, and villages we encounter are all For the enemy, food is life, and it is useless to pay for food."

What Cao Yao said could not stop echoing in Liu Chengzong's mind.

'The world will only get worse and worse, just like your brother Li Hongji, who thinks that being a Shunmin can only starve to death. '

'If you are hungry and don't have the energy to think about anything else, you deserve it, and you should go looting others when you have the energy. '

Liu Chengzong didn't say more, he went out and asked Sixteen to go to the blacksmith shop to retrieve the newly struck blade for himself.

He knows that people are like chickens, no matter how good you are, you will die sooner or later.

But do you really want to be a thief and rob to survive?

(End of this chapter)