I farmed and raised cubs in ancient times

Chapter 11 New Tax Policy

Girls only grow up for a few years, if they don't make up, Ye Xiaomei will have no chance to make up.

Not long after, Ye Xiaomei pushed the courtyard door with the well-behaved Ye Heng on her back, and smelled a smell of meat before entering.

Ye Xiaomei took two deep breaths, and Ye Heng also took two deep breaths.

"It smells so good, my sister-in-law cooked the last piece of meat at home?" Ye Xiaomei quickened her pace, and then put Ye Heng down.

One big and one small held hands and came to the stove.

"Mother." Ye Heng yelled.

"Wash your hands and eat." Jiang Zhi put the steamed eggs on the table, and then took the chopsticks.

Washing hands before eating is a rule set by the original owner, so it's unworthy of her to say more.

Jiang Zhigang picked up the chopsticks, only to hear the beating of gongs outside.

It was two guards in uniform, one of them was holding a gong, and the other was holding a piece of khaki cloth with words written on it.

"Excuse me, is this Ye Xiucai's house?" asked the guard holding the yellow cloth.

Jiang Zhi nodded.

"Is Ye Xiucai dead?"

"Yes." Mentioning Ye Dalang, Jiang Zhi entered the scene in a second, weeping in tears, very weak and fragile.

"My condolences, my lord. The two brothers were ordered to come here today for verification. It has been confirmed that Ye Xiucai is dead. From now on, Ye Xiucai's family's tax will no longer be reduced or exempted according to the court's rules. This year, taxes must be paid normally. A new regulation is issued. In the future, the taxation will be converted into silver money based on the number of acres of land and the head of the people. In addition, silk, juan, etc. can be used instead to make up for the shortage. Any objections?"

Hearing that Mr. Xiucai died in a natural disaster, the guards sighed all the way, and even the county magistrate felt sorry.After all, in Xin'an County, there have been very few people who have been admitted as scholars for many years, and now there is one who has died with outstanding talent.

"I have no objection." Jiang Zhi sobbed in a low voice: "Thank you, sir, for making the special trip to inform."

Before the imperial court levied taxes, it was required to pay grain and cloth.

It is now converted into money and cloth, and it can be seen that the world has become peaceful recently, and there is no need for so many war grain reserves.

Ye Xiaomei pulled Ye Heng out of the house, the two were thin and small, and their clothes were still patched, making people feel sorry for them.

The two guards looked at each other, and they took out their bags one after another, and took out the money from them to make a sling and hand it to Jiang Zhi.

"It's a pity that the two of us are grateful for the death of Mr. Xiucai at a young age. It's just that we are weak, so you can just accept the money and live your life." The guard sighed.

It's strange that God is not beautiful, and misfortune and fortune are only in a moment.

"Then how?" Jiang Zhi evaded.

She regretted it to death at this moment, she shouldn't have acted too much, now it's over, where is the money in her hand?It's a hot potato.

"It makes sense! When Ye Xianggong was alive, we admired his reputation. Now that he has passed away, we should support his widow. Madam, don't refuse." After the guard said, he forced Jiang Zhi to accept the money.

Jiang Zhi had no choice but to ask Ye Heng to come over and bow.She remembered these two people, the one who carried the gong was called Zhu Hongfan, and the one who carried the cloth was called Xu Dewu, both were minor officials in the county government.

If the two of them encounter difficulties in the future, she will definitely help them.

A few days before when Ye Dalang died, several of his classmates and friends also came to express their condolences, leaving some elegiac couplets and money, and left after offering incense, without leaving much behind.

Only when people are in distress can they know whether they are warm or cold, and those few people are also within the scope of Jiang Zhi's silent memory.

Not for anything else, but to leave a first-line contact for future development.

In the afternoon, Jiang Zhi carried a jar of rice milk with brown sugar to the field ridge, while Ye Erbo was driving the old ox to plow the field.

He first used pears to slowly turn up all the lower soil in the field, making the whole field look hideous, then let the cow rest for a while, drank the rice milk Jiang Zhi gave, and changed the rake for the cow.

He stood on the rake, the old cow ran extremely fast under the whip, and Ye Erbo stood facing the wind, so majestic!
Reluctantly, Ye Xiaomei slaughtered a chicken. She fed it to the big and small guys with one hand, but she had to treat guests to dinner at night, so the chicken couldn't be kept.

When Jiang Zhi came back from outside, the basket contained the wild vegetables she gathered in the field.Ye Xiaomei had already cleaned up the chicken, Jiang Zhi chopped half of it to make soup, and the remaining half was sprinkled with salt and hung on the beam.

The salt at home is coarse-grained and has more impurities in it.If it wasn't for lack of money and fear of manufacturing, Jiang Zhi would have already processed and purified it.

However, in my memory, the Salt Division sells fine salt, but it is much more expensive than coarse salt.

The only lard left in the cabinet was pan-fried by Jiang Zhi yesterday. Fortunately, there was still oil from the piece of bacon boiled at noon.

But after a while, there was an aroma from Ye's kitchen.

In the evening, a short middle-aged man in a gray linen jacket visited.This person is Lizheng Chen Kang, who is in charge of 120 households within a radius of five miles.

Although Lizheng in the Daning Dynasty had an official name but no rank, he was equivalent to a well-organized grassroots cadre, mainly held by local first-class households.

Chen Kang first expressed his grief, and then went straight to the point.

"According to this year's grain price, wheat is 35 renminbi a dou, and millet is 45 renminbi a dou. It is estimated that your dry land will produce two shi of wheat, and the paddy field will produce four shi of grain. Do you choose to pay summer rations or autumn rations?" Chen Kang carried a small piece of bamboo with him, and the ink marks on the bamboo piece marked the land and acres of the Ye family's big house.

There is also a booklet, which contains the number of members of the Ye family's eldest family and the specific property information, and even the number of hoes is recorded.

It's so meticulous!Jiang Zhi saw a slash drawn on Ye Dalang's name, indicating that this person no longer exists in the world.

Because the big house of the Ye family is a family of farming and studying, and has its own acres of land, it is not a tenant farmer, so the household registration is marked as the main household, and the tenant's household registration is marked as the customer.

The main household is ranked fifth according to the specific value of the field per mu, and the Ye family’s big house is ranked as the fifth household, because the family is all farmland and only has four mu, and the value of each mu of land is only [-] renminbi.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi was numb.

The poorer she looked, the poorer she could hardly breathe.

Because Ye Dalang's only son was only three years old, Lizheng Chen Kang transferred the identity of the head of the household to Ye Erlang.

There is no way, the times are like this, women get married and follow their husbands, and when their husbands die, they follow their children, and there are not enough children, so they can only be transferred to their uncles.

Ye Erlang became the head of the Ye family's big house without knowing it.

Jiang Zhi thought twice and decided to pay the autumn tax.After all, it is very distressing for her to take out 570 essays at once.

Jiang Ling'an gave her ten taels of silver, equivalent to twenty guan, or twenty thousand.It sounds like a lot, but in fact, a piece of silk costs two to three pieces, and an ordinary ready-made garment with a slightly brighter color starts at five hundred cash.

So she is clinking poor, belonging to the stage of abject poverty.

If it wasn't for Daddy Cheap's relief, she would have been looking for mouse holes in the mountains to grab food from mice.

　Pushing households: ranking household registration population

　　The fifth-class production book: registers the population, property and household of rural households.Households are divided into five classes according to the amount of tax money or family business money.Every leap year, that is, every three years, the industry is promoted, the households are promoted, and the households are rebuilt.

　　
　
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