Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

In previous years, in order to make up for the head tax, people had to sell half of the grain they paid the land tax. In the end, the villagers had very little food to eat.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the rice ears in Li Zheng's yard. Due to drought and lack of water, the rice grains were rarely full, and the rice grains were also small. When they were milled out, they would be broken.

After paying the land tax and poll tax, will half of these grains remain in the hands of the villagers?

Jiang Xiaoxiao doesn't quite understand that the world today is relatively peaceful, unlike in the past few years where wars and wars broke out frequently. The imperial treasury should be full, so why do they have to pay so much tax?

She clearly remembered what was mentioned in the original book. The emperor was a good emperor who was diligent and loved the people. He also advocated light corvee and low taxes. He should not have issued such a ridiculous policy of raising taxes on children from the age of six.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't figure it out. She knew that she sometimes relied too much on the content of the original work, and there were often some discrepancies between reality and the content in the book.

To be precise, this is a real world, and everyone here is a living person, not an NPC as mentioned in the book or a supporting character without emotions who serves the plot.

Jiang Xiaoxiao returned home with heavy steps.

As soon as she arrived at the door of her house, she felt a little chill on the tip of her nose.

She subconsciously looked up at the sky. The originally clear sky had become covered with dark clouds at some point.

Heavy rain is coming.

At the same time, there was also hail.

The villagers who were working in the fields suddenly changed their expressions when they saw this scene.

During this time of confusion, heavy rain had already fallen, mixed with hailstones the size of table tennis balls, and all the unharvested rice in the field was immediately knocked to the ground.

"Oh my God! It's hailing heavily again! You're killing me!"

"Stop howling, hurry up and harvest the rice!!"

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For a moment, the villagers were in a panic, regretting that they had listened to Li Zheng's advice and harvested the rice early.

The dirt road was muddy from the rain. The villagers hurriedly ran past, trampling the road to become muddy and slippery. Old people with limited legs and feet would slip if they walked on it.

But at this time, no one had time to worry about the fallen old man. Every household was busy harvesting rice.

These are the lives of the villagers and their rations for a year!

The cold rain hit the face, bringing with it the chill of autumn, but it was not as cold as the villagers' hearts.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sat on the steps, looking at the pattering rain outside.

After her reminder, her mother focused on repairing the roof of the house. This time the roof was not damaged by hail, but the sheep shed and rabbit nest in the yard were still damaged.

This time the hail was no less powerful than the last time, but it lasted less than the last time. It only fell for more than ten minutes and then stopped.

The hail stopped, but the rain didn't stop. It kept falling, and the sound of raining rain filled my ears, which made people upset.

Jiang Xiaoxiao frowned and looked at the muddy road outside the hospital. Her mother went to town to deliver goods and has not come back yet... I hope her mother will not encounter this hailstorm on the way back, otherwise there will be no place to hide.

"Ow~"

The tiger cub lay beside her, pulling at the hem of her clothes with his paws, and purring softly, as if to comfort her.

"Huang, be good." Jiang Xiaoxiao reached out and touched its head, "You stay here with me and wait for mother to come back." "Ouch~" The half-grown tiger cub tilted its head and rubbed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand. It looked well-behaved. He placed his paw on the shoe of Jiang Xiaoxiao's right foot and sat still like an old monk in trance.

Sister-in-law Zhao looked on and comforted her: "Don't worry, Xiaoxiao. Your mother is probably hiding from the rain in the town right now and won't be back for a while."

The hail and heavy rain came so suddenly. She was taking care of the kiln, but now she had to go back inside to take shelter from the rain.

She looked up at the heavy rain that was still falling, and worry appeared on her face.

She wasn't at home, and she didn't know if Chun Miao and Chun Ya could handle it.

Although the hailstorm didn't last long this time, her shabby thatched house might have broken a few more holes...

Jiang Xiaoxiao saw the worry on Sister-in-law Zhao's face. She went into the house and took out an oil-paper umbrella and handed it to her: "Aunt, I don't know when the rain will stop. Why don't you go back first."

"This..." Sister-in-law Zhao looked at the kiln outside the courtyard with hesitation.

This time Jiang Xiaoxiao predicted the arrival of hail through the plot of the original work, and specifically mentioned it to her mother, so not much lime was burned in this kiln, and it was fired just before the hail came.

Sister-in-law Zhao saw that the kiln was covered with oilcloth and the rainwater had not flowed in. She knew that she had nothing to do if she stayed here, so she simply went home.

After Sister Zhao left, Jiang Xiaoxiao continued to sit under the eaves alone, waiting for her mother to come back, with the little tiger cub by her side.

The rain is still falling.

In the afternoon, the rain gradually subsided, and the sound of wheels could be heard on the dirt road in the village.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and he stood up immediately, standing on tiptoes to look. Sure enough, he saw a tall brown-red horse, dragging a carriage behind it.

Her mother-in-law was rushing home wearing a raincoat.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't wait to open the courtyard door, and the little tiger cub swung its tail and followed behind her.

Jiang Wei jumped out of the carriage, led the horse to take shelter from the rain temporarily under the eaves of the yard, then entered the house and took off his wet raincoat.

Although this raincoat can protect against rain, it is not very effective. Her coat got a lot wet. There was a raincoat in the space, but she did not dare to take it out for fear of attracting attention.

"This is the coir raincoat given by Master Zheng, the mason." Seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao staring at the coir raincoat on her body, Jiang Wei explained, "I went to find Master Zheng, the mason, and when I was about to leave, there was hail. I stayed in the shop for a long time and waited until the rain subsided before leaving."

"Is there hail in the town too?" Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask after hearing what Jiang Wei said.

Jiang Wei nodded: "When I walked, both sides of the road were covered with hailstones, and the streets were almost impassable."

After saying that, she looked at the sheep sheds and rabbit nests in her yard that had been damaged by hail, and couldn't help but sigh: "When the house is built, I will also ask Master Zheng to arrange manpower to build a few more stable sheds for our house." , stables are also arranged..."

This time Jiang Wei came back with a delivery and brought back good news. The materials for building a house have been prepared and he can start building a house when the rain stops.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoxiao, like the people in the village, was eagerly hoping that the rain would stop soon.

But contrary to expectations, it rained continuously for more than ten days.

Families in the village who had harvested rice early had put all the rice drying in their yards into their houses before the rain came.

And those families who didn't listen to the truth not only braved several days of heavy rain to harvest the rice in the fields, but also had to pile the harvested rice in the house to dry. The wet rice was piled all over the house, and even the people standing there were There is almost no room left.