Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 7

As a lonely student from a poor family, although Li Shan maintains a good-natured, hard-working, and kind image, he always has the characteristics of a miser.

Watching helplessly that Mrs. Zhu generously shared the first pot of gold with more than 200 households in the village to settle the possible four-year tax payment, Li Shan showed a gentle smile to everyone, saying that this is the cause of righteousness!
In this era, although the social class is almost solidified, "righteousness" is hard currency no matter whether it is in the upper class or the middle and lower classes. With the name of righteousness, people will look up to them wherever they go. This is also Zhu's generosity. The main reason... Without the name of righteousness, how could Dou Jiande win the support of Hebei Qunhao?

At the end of the day, almost every household came to thank them. Everyone knows that if they really have to pay taxes for four years, they may sell their children and daughters in addition to selling their houses and fields. , that home is gone.

When everyone was panicking, Li Shan was so "generous" to contribute these secret recipes...you are kind and righteous!

This kind of secret recipe, in the words of Uncle Qi, is a treasure that can be passed down from family to family!
Coupled with yesterday's righteous act of rescuing Zhu Jie, Li Shan's reputation was completely wiped out under the joint "efforts" of himself and his mother Zhu.

When faced with the gratitude of the Seventh Boss Zhu Wei, Li Shan smiled, but his heart was pierced by a knife, and his heart was ashamed...

As a traverser, one has the ability to mine the first pot of gold.

The big deal is to change the bucket!
But, can you change your mother?

Li Shan chose tofu as a foothold after careful consideration. On the one hand, he was familiar with this industry, on the other hand, he found that tofu was not popular in the Tang Dynasty, and more importantly, he found that soybeans were not worth much.

Almost every household in the village stores soybeans. This is because compared with other vegetables, soybeans are easy to store for a long time, and soybeans have a short planting period. The main way of eating soybeans is rice with soybeans. Even ordinary people don’t like to eat them. Storing soybeans is mainly for making tempeh.

Therefore, soybeans are very cheap today.

With so many people in Zhujiagou, so many cheap soybeans, and the novelty of soybean products, Li Shanneng quickly gathered his first pot of gold.

As a student who used scholarships and poverty subsidies all year round to pay tuition and live in high school and college, his pockets were empty, which gave Li Shan the illusion that he was in danger.

In the room, Mrs. Zhu and Zhu Wei sat at the top, and Li Shan, Zhu Ba and a middle-aged man sat at the bottom. The little monk was still holding a bowl drinking soy milk... It was neither sweet nor salty, and I don’t know why he Can drink so much.

That middle-aged man is Zhu Wei's eldest son, Zhu Qi, who is a peddler in the streets and alleys on weekdays, and often goes to the East and West Markets. Today he and Zhu Ba brought tofu nao...no, Gewürztraminer to the city to ask the price.

Zhu Qi said excitedly: "Take it and show it to the eldest son. If you can send it to a restaurant, a bowl will cost you..."

"Ahem." Zhu Wei coughed twice to remind his son.

"A penny?" Li Shan didn't seem to hear anything, but was a little confused about the price. What price is this?
Zhu Qi explained a few words. After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, five baht coins were abolished, and Kaiyuan Tongbao was newly minted. One penny is one penny. It doesn't sound like much, but in fact... now Doumi only costs four pennies.

In the Tang Dynasty, a bucket was equivalent to twelve and a half catties in later generations. That is to say, the price of rice was about three catties for one yuan, and it would be more than ten yuan in later generations.

"Isn't it too little?" Li Shan was a little dissatisfied, "The price is so low, and there are 210 eight households in the village. Four years of tax payment is enough?"

In Li Shan's view, this is a quick sum of money, and it is difficult to keep it secret. The price is not high, and the first pot of gold is really a bit shabby.

Zhu Qi pointed his fingers, "there are 210 eight households in the village, 320 seven males, each male needs to receive two shi of millet, three qian for one shi of millet, and each household receives two zhang of silk, three liang of cotton, a bucket of rice for a piece of silk, and half a bucket of rice for a catty of cotton. ..."

Zhu Qi was still wringing his fingers, but Li Shan had already figured it out in his mind, "Every year, a male needs to pay a total of 960 taels, and each household needs to pay a total of 650 taels equivalent to silk cotton, which is 610 taels together. "

"A total of four years, that is 460 four coins, which is ten guan and 460 four coins."

"A bowl of Gewürztraminer only sells for one renminbi, and one hundred bowls are sold every day. After deducting the cost, it is calculated as a profit of 150 renminbi, which takes [-] days."

"If it is really necessary to pay taxes for four years, will the government wait for 150 days?"

Both Zhu Wei and his son looked at Li Shan dumbfounded. In this era, such arithmetic can be taken in the imperial examination. Apart from other things, it is appropriate to know the subject of arithmetic.

Li Shan himself didn't feel anything, and was still thinking about it, "I may not pay taxes for four years, but I can't help but guard against... Uncle Qi, what if I can prevent the temple from being abolished?"

"real?!"

"If you pay back the taxes for four years, the taxes will be fine, the tax..." Li Shan said in a low voice: "Yesterday in the city, I heard that Liu Heita of Hebei had defeated the Tang army, and that Dingzhou, Qizhou, and Jizhou had all fallen... ..."

The meaning of this sentence is very simple. If the temple is abolished, no matter whether Zhujiagou is a soldier or a corvee, he will go to Hebei in all likelihood.

Zhu Wei circled back and forth twice, waved his hands and shouted: "Call someone, I'll listen to you!"

Two quarters of an hour later, Li Shan, Zhu Wei and others climbed into the temple. The former walked around the temple, making the dozens of monks and accompanying villagers turn around.

"The ground has been swept away... just that hole, go to the river and get some gravel to fill it in!"

"Bring more gravel. Anyway, there are plenty of gravel along the Jing River. Pave the outer mountain road."

"Hey, the bacon on the wall hasn't been put away yet?!"

"Why are these chicken feathers here... Uncle Dumb, take them back and make a feather duster!"

Zhu Wei looked at this scene inexplicably, is that all right?
"Of course not." Li Shan crossed his hands and stretched them into his sleeves. "First, there are no Buddhist scriptures in temples. It's just a joke."

"It's gone a long time ago." Uncle Zhu Liu, who was still pulling faces at Li Shan the day before yesterday, was extraordinarily attentive today. Zhu Jie, who was rescued by Li Shan, was his eldest son.

"Is there a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the village?"

"Have."

Li Shan's grandfather in his previous life believed in Buddhism, but he himself didn't believe in Buddhism, but he was no stranger to Buddhist scriptures. He was still reciting Buddhist scriptures before time travel, just for peace of mind, but he didn't know if those few books had come out now.

"Secondly, an old monk who understands Buddhism is required to sit in the town, and when an eminent monk visits, it is necessary to talk about Buddhism."

Uncle Zhu Liu waved his hands discouragedly: "If there are old monks who are proficient in Buddhism, are you still afraid that the temple will be abolished?"

Li Shan thought about it in his heart, he couldn't go to the battle by himself... The 16-year-old host was too fake, and he shaved his head, and it was cold in winter.

Thinking about it, Tang Sanzang is not very old now. I remember that he only set out to travel westward during the Zhenguan period. After all, he is the imperial brother. At this time, he should have been very interested in the scriptures from Tianzhu.

However, only the scriptures are offered, and there are no eminent monks discussing the Buddha, so the weight seems a bit light.

Turning around twice, Li Shan saw the dumb uncle who was helping out, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Dumb uncle, I have arranged a good job for you!"

What is this called?
It's called a dead end plan.

Let's see how you talk about Buddha!

(End of this chapter)