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Chapter 47 Shareholders' Income

"Mutton skewers, you haven't eaten it before, try it!"

Li Chaosheng handed the two skewers of grilled mutton skewers to Li Chaotun. Li Chaotun just took a bite, and an exaggerated expression appeared on his face: "Brother Chaosheng, your mutton skewers are so delicious."

"Uncle Chaosheng!"

Li Chaosheng was just talking here, when Li Dezong also ran over and called Li Chaosheng respectfully uncle, Li Chaosheng smiled and handed Dezong two skewers of mutton.

There are kebabs grilled here, after a while, Li Jinli and all the clan elders came, followed by the clansmen who fought with Li Chaosheng last night, the big guys called together and ate kebabs together.

This delicacy captured all the tribesmen at once. They have never eaten such delicious meat, mainly because they have never eaten such delicious seasonings, cumin, pepper noodles, refined salt, and chili noodles. Condiments I've never seen before.

In fact, there are all kinds of spices that are comparable to gold in this era. These spices were once called soft gold. Li Chaosheng was very happy to see all the clansmen who were eating with oily mouths.

The purpose of inviting them to eat is different. Yan Chixia is clearly flattering you. If you want to learn from others, don't you offer good wine and good meat?
The patriarch and all the elders are secretly flattering, but don't underestimate these old men who are about to have no food. In this era of clan management, they are equivalent to authority. As long as you get their support, you can get the support of the entire Tanggou Town , This is called taking the clan elders to order the clansmen. You must know that the general people in Tanggou Town are the descendants and distant relatives of these clan elders.

With the support of the old man, who dares to be rebellious, you must know that filial piety is still very important in this era.

In the end, there are these brothers who have been through life and death with me. Invite them to eat, first to express our gratitude to the people who risked their lives to help me yesterday, and second, to show the clansmen, as long as you help me Li Chaosheng to die, I will reward you, This is called meritorious deeds must be rewarded, the method of the superior.

A thousand strings of mutton kebabs, plus a rabbit is not enough for these people to eat. Now we usually eat barbecue, and we can eat half full after eating [-] or [-] kebabs. One person ate fifty or sixty skewers of mutton skewers, but he was still not full. Finally, he roasted the fat rabbit. In addition, the leftover pancakes from yesterday were warmed up, and everyone ate them.

After eating enough, Li Chaosheng found Li Chaolong.

"Cousin, I'm afraid I have to learn something from Daoist Yan in the past few days, so I won't be able to come forward, but we just bought [-] acres of inferior farmland from the Qian family. This field can't be left so deserted."

After hearing this, Li Chaolong looked at Li Chaosheng and said, "Chaosheng, I'm afraid it will be difficult. It's summer now, and the season for planting has passed, so nothing can grow."

After hearing this, Li Chaosheng said: "It's okay, it's not too late now, I have a way to grow food, you can bring someone to do me a favor now, that is, get rid of the weeds on the [-] mu of land and plow the land for me." Let’s loosen the soil again, I’ll find a way to get some seeds back, this year we need to grow more food, and next year we’re afraid there will be disasters here.”

"Disaster?"

Hearing this, Li Chaolong's eyes widened: "No way, the food is all like this now, and if you invite disasters in the next year, if you invite disasters again, you will really starve to death."

Li Chaolong said worriedly, Li Chaosheng didn't speak, but he sighed in his heart. The next year's disaster is a certainty, because it is written in the history books that next year is 1628, the first year of Chongzhen, a catastrophe in Shaanxi, and a peasant uprising broke out. The trumpet of the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, Li Chaosheng didn't dare to delay, and had to stockpile food as soon as possible. Only enough food could cope with the next crisis. Maybe he could turn the crisis into an opportunity and accept a group of victims.

Li Chaosheng thought about it and said to Li Chaolong: "Cousin, how much food will we give per acre of land for Wang Laocai's farming?"

Li Chaolong heard the words and said: "One mu of land will give you sixty catties of grain."

"Is this little enough to eat?"

Li Chaosheng frowned, and Li Chaolong said: "What can we do if we don't have enough food? After paying the tax, the last acre of land will only fall so much. We are so hungry that we can't help it. Let's eat some wild vegetables. If we are hungry again, the grass roots and bark are too. edible."

As Li Chaolong said, he did the calculations for Li Chaosheng. The most fertile land in our Lantian, the first-class fields harvest about [-] catties of grain a year. With about [-] catties left, a family of tenants can help the landlord plant [-] mu of land, which is [-] catties of grain.

The average daily ration of five members of a family is less than two catties. Eat sparingly, eat only two meals a day, plus wild vegetables to survive, and the family will not starve to death.

However, this is a good time, and when the imperial court’s reputation does not increase, if the imperial court raises wages, or catches up with a disaster year and reduces grain production, less than [-] catties of grain can be harvested per mu of land.

The common people will go hungry. If the food in the hands of the common people is less than [-] catties per mu, the family may starve to death. It can be said that farmers in this era have no ability to resist risks at all.

And even if the weather is good, the big guy can only be hungry, or less hungry, but who dares to say that he dares to eat happily, and who dares to say that our family eats grains for a meal, without wild vegetables, which is not at all impossible.

In fact, wild vegetables are all good, and there are grass roots.

Listening to Li Chaolong's narration, Li Chaosheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was not easy for the people in the late Ming Dynasty. The people in the late Ming Dynasty could not see oil and water all year round, and people had no oil, water and meat. They ate a lot. A normal adult man would eat a meal. There is nothing wrong with eating a catty of grain. (A normal bowl of rice is between 250g-450g, and about two to three bowls of rice per catty.)
First, they are all engaged in heavy physical agricultural work, and second, they don’t eat meat. People who don’t have oil in their stomachs tend to be hungry and panic. Those who have lost weight should know that if they don’t eat meat for a long time, their appetite will increase.

Hearing Li Chaolong's words, Li Chaosheng said: "Well, cousin, we have [-] mu of land, let's rent it out to the clansmen to grow it, please tell me a word, our land is inferior, we will not follow The people of the tribe are divided according to the ratio, and we will directly set the share, one mu of land will give the big guy one hundred catties of grain, and we will pay the imperial court's taxes."

"Ah, one hundred catties of pure grain?!"

Hearing Li Chaosheng's words, Li Chaolong's eyes widened. This is food. One hundred catties of pure grain is forty catties more than what the landlord Lao Cai gave. These forty catties are life-saving!
But as soon as Li Chaolong finished speaking, he shook his head the next moment and said, "No, you can't be Chaosheng. I understand that you want to take care of the clansmen, but this is a low-grade field. One mu of land can produce more than 100 catties of grain in a good year. You give it to me." Don’t you want to pay the taxes for the clansmen? No, no, I don’t agree with this, you don’t help the clansmen like you.”

(End of this chapter)