open sea

Chapter 78
There are quite a lot of matters under the flag, and it is not a lie.

As soon as he returned to the yamen, he saw Shao Tingda standing anxiously at the yamen gate with all the oiled paper bags in his arms, hands, and under his ribs.

Seeing Chen Mu approaching, he ran over quickly and shouted, "Brother Mu, I brought you a roast goose!"

Chen Mu took the oiled paper bag, looked at Shao Tingda's appearance, and said with a smile, "Why, you robbed the goose building?"

"No! I gave you money, I have money!"

Shao Tingda carried eight roast geese on his body, with unconcealable joy buried on his face, he lowered his head and opened his mouth showing timidity, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I grew up so big, and Bai Qianhu put wine on my head. Such a delicious thing."

"Bai Qianhu was here yesterday, it's not good. I took your horse early in the morning and went to Qingyuan County to buy nine of his mother's roast geese. When I come back, I will let my parents and my wife taste it. It's such a delicious thing! "

Holding the roast goose, Shao Tingda squinted his eyes and was a bit of a philistine. He smiled and showed some irregular teeth, "I have to let them taste it!"

Chen Mu felt that the roast goose in his hand was heavy, and felt that his cousin was very good, so he nodded and patted Shao Tingda's thick arm, "It is a good thing to take care of the family, a man should take care of the family, there is nothing to be embarrassed about - you go home first, and come over later If I have something to tell you, don’t forget to call Old Man Zheng.”

The horse was tied in the front yard of the yamen, Shao Tingda, who was sweating profusely, didn't realize it, and walked like flying with the eight roast geese.

Chen Mu greeted the family soldiers who were struggling in the yard, and after sitting at the table in the hall, he calmed down and planned the gains and losses of the six months of sending troops to fight.

Shao Tingda's legs and feet were good, and in just a moment, the family soldiers came to report that he had arrived with old man Zheng.

Greeting a few people to sit down, Chen Mu first asked the old man Zheng: "Old Zheng, you have been looking at the fields and nitrate holes for the past six months, how is the harvest, please tell me."

"Back to Zongqi, according to your order, the nitrate hole next to the post station is no longer dug, and another [-] catties have been produced; the nitrate hole in the west has a lot of people, and they are all skilled. The old man took care of it, and now it has been boiled. Two thousand and one hundred catties are stored in the iron workshop, and they can still be dug in for a year!"

It was more than 2000 catties again, Chen Mu frowned and asked, "Why so little?"

The nitrate hole was bigger and more hands were used, but the same nitrate was boiled out, which puzzled Chen Mu.

Old man Zheng didn't dare to answer, he stammered and didn't say anything, Shao Tingda said anxiously: "What else can I do, even if it's far away from the river, Yu Ding can't eat enough and has no energy, ten more people can't compare with us Work hard at the station."

"What about the field, how's the harvest?"

Chen Mu’s income from nitrate soil did not satisfy Chen Mu, but he also understood in his heart that he led the banner army to fight when the government conscripted troops, and those who stayed in the guards were old and weak Yu Ding. It is impossible to guarantee the output.

Especially after old man Zheng was exhausted and sick from the exhausting physical work, others were even less willing to exert their strength.

The key point is that the old man who boiled saltwater did not receive any rewards, and there was no banner officer to supervise and suppress it, so it was impossible to mobilize Yu Ding's enthusiasm for work.

Chen Mu wrote a note on the case, sighed softly and said in his heart: More than 5000 catties of nitrate soil have been stored in the iron workshop, and there are white goods, but who should sell this white goods to?

"Harvest, the fields under the banner have a bumper harvest this year, Zongqi!"

Old man Zheng was embarrassed to answer when he mentioned the nitrate, but when he mentioned the fields, he immediately got up and cupped his hands and said: "In the past, one mu of military fields was limited to three stones in the upper field, and two stones in the lower field. The two seasons are less than three stones, our military fields and lower fields are also more than one stone, but the upper field has been fertilized with the general banner, and the most land can harvest as much as two and a half stones!"

The fields of Qingyuanwei planted rice for two seasons. In the first season, Chen Mu and others planted the seedlings when they led the army away, and harvested them when they guarded the Xinjiang Bridge. Now the second season of rice has grown green, and it only needs to be harvested before winter. Finish this year's farming.

"When the food was handed over, the commander said that this year the Banner Army will fight outside to win him glory, and only seven buckets per mu will be collected, so that the Banner Army can have a good year!"

Old man Zheng is grateful, Chen Mu sits with a blank expression on his face, but scolds his mother in his heart... I am fighting a war with my takeaway, what kind of light do you give you to command and fight?Gou Rizhi understood that bullying old man Zheng wouldn't count.

According to the regulations of Qingyuan Guards' field harvest, commanders and envoys take [-]% of the land, the other [-]% of the land is taxed to the court, and [-]% is reserved for officers' salaries.

Now the commander needs seven buckets, which seems to be less, but the general harvest of the guards is also poor this year, but in fact, they still collect [-]% of the grain.

She can speak beautiful words, and have a good year!

Chen Mu flicked the dirty dirt on the table and asked, "The commander sent the yamen to Qidou, how much is the tax this year?"

"The three fights have already been handed in, the salaries of hundreds of yamen have not yet been handed in, and the banner troops are all fighting outside, and the villain dare not decide without authorization." Old man Zheng had a complicated and uncomfortable expression on his face when he said this, "General Banner , we don’t have a hundred yamen!”

Can it not be uncomfortable, the 50 households headed by Chen Mu only have the staff of Chen Zongqi and [-] military households under his tent, and there are no other [-] bannermen and banner officers at all. How can this salary be calculated?Their head flag, small flag, one person double salary?
"It's okay, as usual, you don't know how many banner officers there should be in Baihuhu? Count them all, cut half and send it to Baiqianhu." After Chen Mu finished speaking, he paused and said, "Send it in two , the original rule is [-]% of the imperial government's taxes and [-]% of the salary, so first give three dou, which is the salary of the banner officer of the hundred households this year; and then give one dou, which is the surplus of this year's big harvest."

Chen Mu kept drawing with a charcoal pen on the table, and when he threw the charcoal pen at the end, they received [-]% of the income per acre of military land that was handed over by other hundred households, and in the end they had more than four buckets left over!

More than 60 catties, more than three times that of other hundred households.

In fact, he didn't need to count, and the old man Zheng then cupped his hands with uncontrollable joy and said: "General Banner, there are nearly 400 stone grains stored in the warehouse for [-] households, and more than [-] yuan from the [-]-acre field of the General Banner. Stone Grain."

"Is it possible, can there be more food for the Banner Army this year?"

"More than 2000 stone?"

No matter how hard he calculated in his mind, when old man Zheng said the number, Chen Mu couldn't help but jump in his heart.

A stone of rice can be sold for six cents and eight cents of silver, and more than 2000 stones are equivalent to more than 300 taels of silver!
"Ugh!"

Chen Mu spread his hands needlessly, it's a pity that the money, oh no, the two thousand shi grains are not his, and the two or three hundred people under his banner are all waiting for food to live.

"In previous years, how much food did the Banner Army distribute?"

As soon as Chen Mu finished asking, Shao Tingda, who knew the matter well, said, "Sometimes twelve stones a year, sometimes fourteen stones a year."

This is Zheng Ding's salary, and Chen Mu wants to give out fifty Zheng Ding's salary, which is only six or seven hundred shi.

"The commander said it was a good year, but most of the other Baihusuo Banner troops did not have a good year, but we can."

Chen Mu got up, tapped the table lightly, and said: "Call the flag army, open the warehouse to release the grain, the first crop of rice, ten stones per household, Chen Mou hand in hand!"

(End of this chapter)