Dressed as a farmer group pet

Chapter 149 Chapter 149
The new house of Jiang Hu's family is in full swing.

The Jiang family didn't need to pay a penny, and the news that Master Liu had covered everything spread throughout Fu'an Village.

At this time, the word envy is really tired of saying it.

After the villagers were busy with their work, they came to see Jiang Hu's new house. Almost every day, there were people around to watch.

These people are good at work, and all kinds of things needed to build a house are continuously sent to Fu'an Village, and they don't even need to do odd jobs.

Fortunately, the food tax collector came soon, distracting everyone's attention.

Along with the guards, there was another adult who also brought a lot of people. After the food tax was collected, he bought sorghum and corn from them.

The price is [-]% higher than that of Liangzhuang!
"It's you?" Jiang Hu was shocked when he saw the man.

"Presumptuous, how can you tell Mr. Xie?"

A guard next to him shouted loudly.

Sir Xie quickly patted the guard: "Don't be so rude."

Then he took a few quick steps: "Brother Jiang Hu, long time no see."

That enthusiastic look, I don't know, I thought these two were relatives.

Jiang Hu finally came to his senses and was about to salute immediately: "I've seen..."

No matter what kind of adult it is, he can lead the guards at this time, and even be called an adult by the guards, so he just needs to follow suit.

Just halfway through the salute, he was supported by Mr. Xie.

"There is no need for so much ceremony, let's get busy with business first. I have been looking forward to it for many days, and I am the first to come to your village."

The others were stunned, not understanding what was going on.

Jiang Hu understands, isn't this the middle-aged man he met the day he delivered the syrup and the old turtle to the restaurant?

At that time, he thought that this was someone who wanted seeds to grow crops.

In the end, is this actually an adult who visited privately in a micro-service?
Seeing the turmoil, Jiang Hu has already started to direct the servants to work, Jiang Hu didn't dare to delay, and even had no time to explain to Erniang and the others, so he hurried forward to help.

The guards are all old acquaintances. They have been there several times this year, and they are all those individuals. They basically know where Jiang Hu's food is.

The new and old food can be recognized at a glance, and after visiting the Jiang family a few times, they all know the room where the new food is kept.

There were two extra beds in the room, and they were a little surprised, but they didn't say much, but started to move food.

However, as soon as he looked up, he was shocked: "Oh my god, Xiao Jiang, your family has too much food!"

Almost to the roof!
They have been collecting grain taxes for so many years, and only in Fu'an Village, no, in Jiang's house, did they encounter such a shocking thing!
Obviously there are only six or seven mu of sorghum corn, which is more grain than other people's eight or nine mu!

If they hadn't been to Fu'an Village many times and were sure that Jiang Hu's family only had so much land, they would have even thought that Jiang's family had lied about the land!
Master Xie also followed, stood at the door, looked at the note in his hand, and then at the sack in front of him.

It was a note taken from the village chief, which recorded the area of ​​the Jiang family's crops.

The tax grain is one-third of the grain, and it has to be harvested three times a year. The first time is when the wheat is harvested, the second time is now, and the third time is after the rice harvest.

As for other kinds of soybeans and peanuts, they are not so detailed, and they are generally ignored. It is necessary to give the people some breathing space, not too much.

After all, Fu'an Village is just another place. The vast majority of ordinary people in the world barely starve to death and live in poverty.

After Mr. Xie entered Fu'an Village, he found that the people in this village were all red and full of energy.

It is completely different from the people I saw in the previous visits, those people who were hungry and cold, and lived with their belts tightened.

He was thinking about Jiang Hu's house. Although Jiang Hu said that day that the village grew that kind of sorghum, he still wanted to see Jiang Hu's house, so he urged people to come to Jiang Hu's house first.

When I saw this, I was stunned.

He looked at the note in his hand in disbelief, and then at the food in front of him.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Hu who was blocked behind him.

"Jiang Hu, your family really only planted three acres of sorghum and three acres of corn?"

Jiang Hu nodded: "Yes, everyone in the village knows about it."

"Master Xie, last year Jiang Hu's family, oh no, it should be the corn of the whole Fu'an spring last year, the yield was very high, Jiang Hu also said that he found a new sorghum, and specially saved the seeds, it should be this one?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man named Zhang Hu. He was already very familiar with Jiang Hu. He was there every time the grain tax was collected. Those who came with him basically listened to him. He was the leader.

Master Xie quickly turned to look at Jiang Hu.

Jiang Hu nodded honestly.

"My lord, it's like this. Last year, we only planted less than an acre, and we didn't harvest many seeds. After paying the grain tax, all the rest were sold to the villagers."

Master Xie instantly hated iron and steel, pointing at Zhang Hu: "Stupid, stupid!"

Zhang Hu was stunned, why did he scold him here?
Fortunately, Mr. Xie explained it himself.

"With such a high yield, if you don't keep it for seeds, and pay the food tax, not all of them will be mixed together and eaten by others!"

Some of these grain taxes supplement the national treasury, and some are distributed together as the salaries of court officials.

The accusing gaze made Zhang Hu ashamed, but he still had to explain.

"Master Xie, I'm just a small servant, how can I make my own decisions about these things."

"Besides, I also mentioned to the above before that the crops in Fu'an Village are growing well and the harvest is good."

The latter sentence directly blocked Mr. Xie from wanting to teach him a lesson. He frowned and scolded: "This Xie Cheng has more success than failure!"

Jiang Hu didn't dare to intervene. Although he didn't know who this Xie Cheng was, he must be Zhang Hu's boss, or at least a small official.

Zhang Hu didn't dare to interrupt, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear.

Fortunately, Mr. Xie came back to his senses quickly, looked at the food in front of him, and thought about it.

"Weigh the grain first, weigh out the tax grain, and transport it back this time. Remember to separate all the tax grain from Fu'an Village!"

Zhang Hu nodded again and again to indicate that there was no problem, and since Mr. Xie spoke, no one would dare to say anything more.

Master Xie gave up his position and asked his guards to help.

Er Niang was a little nervous, but she still had the courage to move the stool and small table out, put them under the eaves, and boiled water again.

Master Xie didn't care about Er Niang at first, and sat down directly until he took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.

It seemed that I couldn't believe it. I drank a cup of tea until it bottomed out, and finally put it down.

Seeing Erniang standing not far away holding two children, a little restrained.

"Mrs. Jiang."

Master Xie spoke suddenly, scaring Er Niang, and Xiaomi shook his arm before he realized that he was calling himself.

With a 'plop', Erniang knelt down.

"Thank you, thank you sir..."

(End of this chapter)