After being forced to raise a tyrannical prince, I was stalked insane

Chapter 349

"...We thought, after the door of the ancestral hall is opened, you will go to offer sacrifices to the ancestors. After that, we will go from house to house to weigh potatoes in the open space in front of the ancestral hall, which can be regarded as telling the ancestors Ladies and gentlemen, what a bumper harvest year it is today." Muromasa said.

Luo Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly: "The open space in front of the village ancestral hall? From what you said, it seems that a lot of potatoes have been harvested. Can the open space in front of the village ancestral hall fit in?"

Not to mention the so-called good harvest, it's just her wishful thinking.

Or the bumper harvest in the eyes of the people of Luojia Village is not the same concept as the bumper harvest in her eyes.

She felt that the latter was more likely.

"How many potatoes have you harvested? There are always ten baskets, right?" Luo Qingqing asked with a hint of worry.

She has been, that is, heard everyone tell her that this year's potato harvest is bumper.

So she really thought that it was the kind of harvest she thought.

After all, she was the first to grow potatoes...

Although her improved potato varieties, on the land of Dajing and the climate conditions in Anzhou Prefecture, the yield per mu is not as high as when she planted it on the farm before, but it is still a very impressive figure.

Now she's not so sure...

"It's more than ten baskets!" Sun Zheng said beamingly, "It's not a problem to fill twenty or thirty baskets."

"So much?" Luo Qingqing instantly felt relieved.

Listening to this meaning, it is quite a lot.

that's enough.

After arriving at the village ancestral hall, Luo Qingqing discovered that the open space in front of the ancestral hall had been paved with whole blocks of green bricks.

The area has also more than doubled.

No wonder these people proposed to weigh in the open space in front of the village ancestral hall.

This place is really big.

It has to be the size of two and a half football fields.

only……

"How did this place get so big? I remember that in the past, there seemed to be people here." Luo Qingqing asked.

Village Zheng said: "It is true that there were people living there before. But didn't there be a big fire in the village before? The houses near the village ancestral hall were all severely burned. In the village, we discussed how to change a few homesteads for them. In addition, they also had this idea, so they all moved away, and all the vacated space was used to expand the ancestral hall. There is also a part of the former homestead of the Zhao family."

As he said that, Muramasa couldn't help but get a little nervous: "Speaking of this matter, I should ask your opinion. It's just that you weren't in the village at the time, so we decided on our own."

Luo Qingqing smiled and said nothing.

Xindao: If you really want to ask my opinion, just ask anyone in my family to tell me, I won't be ignorant.

But she really doesn't care about this kind of thing.

Regarding the affairs in the village, she has no idea of ​​participating in the decision-making, so naturally she doesn't care whether Muramasa and others inform her.

Of course, it's one thing not to care.

Whether the people in the village took this matter to heart and how they treated her was another matter.

Right now she naturally doesn't care.

Who will say better after this?

Seeing her smile, Murozheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and his confidence became more and more lacking.

He laughed a few times in embarrassment, and said with a smile on his face: "Considering the matter of the Zhao family, the behavior was indeed bad, and the members of their family were all taken away by the yamen. Everyone in the village discussed it. After a while, it was unanimously decided to expel them from the village and become famous from the entire Luojia Village."

"In the future, these people from the Zhao family will not be counted as people from our Luo family village. Naturally, there should be no more homesteads."

Village Zhengdao: "The yamen confiscated all the real estate of the Zhao family and confiscated it. Everything within the Luojia Village was sold to the village at a low price."

Luo Qing slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the person.

"We decided on our own and bought all these lands with the money you gave us," said Murakami.

The smile on the corner of Luo Qingqing's mouth suddenly deepened.

It turned out to be waiting for her here.

She laughed and said, "So these lands are collectively owned by the village now? Or is there someone who privately contributed a little bit of it? It is reasonably occupied?"

"No, no, absolutely nothing."

Muramasa repeatedly denied: "There is absolutely no private use! It's just that this field needs to be taken care of, so after some discussion, we made the decision to distribute these fields evenly to each family, and each family will be responsible for it. Planting, wait until the end of each year, and then uniformly produce these lands, convert them into cash, and use them for the maintenance of the village ancestral hall..."

"I think Laicun is among them, so it occupies some land?" Luo Qingqing asked.

Muramasa was momentarily at a loss for words.

He is more than occupied.

There are seven adults in their family, each occupying an acre.

Others were distributed to those clan elders.

"I can ignore how these fields are distributed in the village. It doesn't matter even if you occupy them privately."

Luo Qingqing said: "But there is only one point. Every mu of land has to be handed over one tael of silver every year for the maintenance of the village ancestral hall. If everyone has no objection to this point, then according to the current distribution, each is responsible, Can."

After saying this, all the people who participated in the occupation of the field inevitably looked bitter.

How much does one mu of land produce in a year?

There is no profit at all after removing the cost.

The results will be handed in for a year or two.

Wouldn't that be a waste of time?

Luo Qingqing knew from the faces of the people that they were unwilling.

"If everyone is unwilling, then this matter must be properly discussed."

She smiled and said: "I think the door of this ancestral hall should not be opened yet. Let's stay here first and break things down in detail. It's not easy to save, but it will be torn apart in the future." face."

"What's the matter! How could we disagree?"

The villager said with a smile on his face: "Since it was agreed at the beginning, the money is used to repair the ancestral hall, so naturally it cannot be used for other purposes. Otherwise, who would we be?"

As he spoke, he glared at the distressed villagers.

"That's what we thought about it from the beginning."

Muramasa said with a wink, "We didn't plan to grow anything else in these lands. We just thought about planting potatoes in all of them. We only need to harvest and sell potatoes."

He smiled and said: "This is something that can fill you up. No matter what time it is, someone will need it. Now it is a famine year, and every household will not be able to open their pots and eat. I don't know how many people are about to starve to death... Potatoes are lifesavers."

"Even if the famine is over in the future, this is still the best thing. After all, people are made of iron and steel, and at least they have to eat the staple food for two meals a day. Otherwise, how can people have the strength to work. "

Muramasa said it with a serious face, but he reminded other people who took the fields.

Originally, they did not intend to completely occupy these fields for private use.

I just want to collect a little hard work fee, and usually, my own food and expenses are paid from here... After all, it can save a lot of money.

Money is such a thing, is there anyone who thinks it's too hot?
But Luo Qingqing's words obviously cut off their money.

"Yes, Muramasa is right!"

Everyone who came back to their senses finally knew what should be said and what should not be said at this time.

One by one followed closely.

Even those who were not assigned to the sacrificial field still followed suit.

"That's right! How could we be greedy for these? Isn't that too shameless?"

"Isn't that why? Qingqing paid for the big guy to repair the ancestral hall, which is already a big deal. If we continue to embezzle the money she paid, wouldn't we become despicable people?"

"Qingqing, don't worry. We will never take advantage of anything in this field, even if it is a piece of grass."

Some people even took this opportunity and suggested: "I think it's better to raise a few pigs in the name of the village? Everyone contributes money and effort together, and saves the weeds in the field from being wasted!" "

Muramasa: ...

He really didn't know what to say.

How do these people know how to make trouble?

Also raises pigs...

Why not keep them?

I don't even think about it, if this pig is raised, how will it be divided?
Who will take care of them?

Should the family responsible for the care share more?
What's more, the meat on this pig must be good or bad, and there are even worthless things like pig offal.

Who will it be distributed to and not given to?

If it is divided by catty, then are these things counted as catty or not?

At that time, it is uncertain how many bad debts will be.

You can't do less, and I can't do more. At that time, he will be a villager, and he will definitely be different inside and out.

They are not the ones who dare to be scolded and blamed!

Cun Zheng slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say what he said.

So he could only bite the bullet and make a sound, forcibly changing the topic.

"These things are not busy discussing, let's open the door of the ancestral hall first, so as not to miss the auspicious time."

Village Zheng said: "After opening the door of the cafeteria later, after worshiping the ancestors, don't we still have to weigh the potatoes? We haven't calculated how many mu of potatoes we have... What if the yield per mu goes bankrupt?" Given the largest yield per mu in our Anzhou prefecture in the past, maybe the county magistrate will come to see us! So it’s not too late for this matter, don’t you think?”

He said with a cheerful smile: "As for how to allocate and arrange the sacrificial land, and whether we need to raise anything in the future... After we are done with the things in front of us, let's sit down and talk slowly, not in detail. It's too late."

"You can't eat hot tofu in such a hurry!" Muramasa's little principles are the same: "You can't become a fat man if you eat one bite. Now let's mention one thing on the left and one thing on the right. That person has a head and six arms. There is no way to deal with it at the same time!"

Luo Qingqing smiled, but it didn't stop him from changing the subject.

After hearing this sentence, the villagers naturally wouldn't hold on to it.

After all, if they really made matters worse and made Luo Qingqing unhappy, they wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

Don't talk about anything else, just talk about the school of the Luo family, but it seems that it has already been built.

They also expect to send their children to study in it.

I heard that the master invited by the Luo family was invited from the capital and studied under famous teachers and great scholars!
If one could be taught by him, it would be easy to pass the test of being a child student or a scholar.

If such a good thing is missed because of their quick talk, wouldn't they be burned to death?
"Yes! What Muramasa said is right, Qingqing should open the door of the ancestral hall first, and then sit down and talk about other things slowly after we have all worshiped our ancestors!"

The group of people quickly unified their caliber.

Luo Qingqing smiled, and didn't hold on to this matter any longer.

"Then open the ancestral hall," she said.

Following a set of procedures, she couldn't help feeling a little tired.

I didn't expect that it was just an ancestor worship ceremony in a small village, with so many complicated etiquette...

But looking at the vigor of the villagers, they didn't seem to feel that there was any trouble at all. Instead, everyone's faces were beaming.

She shook her head, some didn't quite understand this emotion.

Just looking at the completely new village ancestral hall, she inexplicably has a sense of belonging.

as if...

She is not an outsider.

She belongs here.

Luo Qingqing was overjoyed by this thought, and shook her head with a helpless smile: How is it possible?
After finishing the process of worshiping the ancestors, everyone was in full swing immediately, and went home to move the potatoes from each family to the open space in front of the ancestral hall.

"It's really a lot of money!" After the ancestor worship was over, Cheng Yue and other people with foreign surnames also came to watch the fun.

A big harvest or something, just listening to it makes people feel happy.

Let alone seeing it with my own eyes.

Cheng Yue said with emotion: "It's the first time I've seen such a scene. In the past, I only saw it in the memorials sent from various places. Where and where the harvest is so big, how much more than the yield per mu... But I have never personally experienced it. At that time, I didn’t have a deep feeling for a bunch of data, but now I see it, and I know how much such a mu yield is, it’s really spectacular!”

"... Where did such a small amount of production come from?"

Luo Qingqing watched the people beamingly carrying potatoes to the open space in front of the ancestral hall, but she still didn't pour cold water on them.

She said: "This potato variety is still not suitable for the environment, climate and soil in Luojia Village. Otherwise, the yield should be higher than it is now."

"Higher?" Cheng Yue was shocked.

Even Fang Chuansu, Li Baiyu and others next to him were almost shocked.

"Although we don't know the actual yield per mu this time, we can roughly estimate it just by looking at it. It is definitely two or three times that of rice and wheat planted in the past." Fang Chuansu said.

Li Baiyu followed suit and said, "The best yield per mu here in Anzhou Prefecture is about [-] catties, but I'm afraid it's not enough here, maybe it can break through [-] catties."

What is eight hundred catties?
Luo Qingqing really didn't have the nerve to say that her potatoes... the highest yield per mu was 960 seven catties.

The output of Anzhou Prefecture is really nothing to look at.

He's not that big either.

All the potatoes she planted were the size of a grown man's palm.

Now... half of the hand is reaching the sky.

(End of this chapter)