Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 240 How to Divide the Field (Fourth Change)

Yuan Daming Zhaomoqiu Zhitao from Qipin, Juren Jigui, and county government clerk Yang Yuxiu, the three of them got to know each other through He Jinchao's introduction.

The matter of dividing the land was no small matter, but as the only one in the audience who had been an official, Qiu Zhitao, the internal titles of the rebel army were quite confusing, and it didn't matter that the lord had a small plate in the past.

But now that the plate is getting bigger, it has to be standardized. This is what needs to be changed urgently.

But He Jinzhao is still immersed in the matter of dividing the land at this time, Qiu Zhitao feels that it is better to wait for this matter, and then talk about this establishment in detail.

Even if it is slowly claiming the king, this system has to be formulated one or two.

"Yang Yuxiu, you are a local, and you must know something about the output of these lands. Tell me first."

Hearing that He Jinzhao took the lead in roll call, Yang Yuxiu saluted again and said:

"So that my lord can know that in Hequ, a strong man plows 35 mu of land, and the harvest of wheat per mu is about one stone, and the sum of summer wheat and autumn millet is two stones per mu."

The grain yield per mu is about 120 catties, and two crops are planted in rotation.

This is only an estimate for Hequ and other places in the northwest, and does not include rice in the south.

He Jinzhao carefully recalled that in class, he heard the teacher say that the land reclamation in Nanniwan in northern Shaanxi, sweet potatoes and potatoes were served together, and the yield per mu was less than [-] catties.

In this period, dry land will produce less.

"How much does most of the dry land produce per mu?"

"From 2 buckets, the maximum is no more than 6 buckets, and most of them are between 2 and 4 buckets."

A stone is ten buckets.

Good land produces ten buckets, and dry land can only produce one-fifth.

He Jinzhao had already thought it would be very low, but he didn't expect it to be this low.

Compared with the yield of 500 catties per mu in later generations, there is still a gap in various aspects.

"Is it threshed or skinned?"

Yang Yuxiu stared and said, "My lord, you haven't planted land before. It's fertile land, but dry land can't produce so much. Of course, don't pay taxes."

"Have you guys heard of sweet potatoes?"

"I've heard it before. It's rumored that this thing has a very high yield and is easy to grow in dry land." Qiu Zhitao has seen it after sorting out the documents:

"But I heard people from Shanxi Merchants say that it is not the same as in the book, and the seeds need to be carefully selected."

"According to your estimates, how many acres of land need to be cultivated to feed a family of four?"

"At least [-] mu, and each mu must only pay the rent of two dou in the early Ming Dynasty, and the maximum cannot exceed three dou."

"Twenty acres of land?" He Jinzhao was a little suspicious for a moment: "Is it just relying on four people to come here?"

It's not that He Jinzhao is suspicious of this, and it's not an easy task to plant [-] acres of land with a tractor.

Just now when he heard that Yang Yuxiu planted 35 mu of land by himself, he felt like he was bragging.

Unless it is rough farming.

He Jinzhao is really not very clear about agriculture, but he must at least reach the level of the 60s of New China, not only to introduce high-yielding sweet potatoes.

It is also necessary for the government to go down to the villages, overhaul the water conservancy, and mobilize the people to make agricultural and green fertilizers.

The current Daming does not have any of the conditions, and can only find ways to increase the number of acres of fields to make up for the poor yield per mu.

These are problems that need to be solved urgently.

"By the way, how much is a stone of grain in Shanxi worth in silver?"

"At least one or two more."

Qiu Zhitao didn't even think about it: "If the turmoil in Shanxi continues this year and we don't grow grain, the price of grain will only increase, not decrease."

"Okay, since the land is divided, it must be divided into dry land and good land. The good land is only 20 mu, and the dry land is indeed [-] mu."

He Jinzhao compared the household registration and land in the early Ming Dynasty, and the average was only four mu of land per person.

This is still nearly 200 years and a lot has been reclaimed.

"Tell me how to divide?"

After He Jinzhao finished speaking, there are really too few fertile fields. Who gets the fertile land and who gets the dry land?

According to credit?
But according to He Jinzhao's division method, men, women, old and young have a share.

"My lord, why don't you divide the good land into two acres for each person, so that 1 people can share the good land, and each person in the dry land gets four acres, which is enough for 5 people."

Ji Gui, the dog-headed military strategist, paused and said, "The soldiers have to choose how to choose."

"No, there is still a lottery, a team-by-team lottery."

He Jinzhao refused to let the soldiers choose by themselves, which is prone to many loopholes, so it must be in the name of the collective.

"Ten households are organized into a Jia, ten Jia are organized into a li, and ten li are organized into a brigade."

At that time, the government will be able to go to the village, build water conservancy, and a brigade will serve as a production team, and they will be able to work together to grab manure and accumulate manure.

Ji Gui blinked his eyes. It turned out that the lord had planned to farm a long time ago, and he couldn't complain that thousands of people were organized into a brigade.

Sure enough, he was right about the person, he had planned it long ago, and now he is doing it step by step.

The whole of Shanxi is surrounded by mountains and rivers. As the land of Longxing, it is definitely an excellent choice.

It's just that the grain production is almost there, but it is definitely much better than Shaanxi.

"My lord, will the extra land be distributed to the rest of the farmers?"

"Not bad." He Jinzhao nodded:
"The soldiers of the fields under my command, regardless of good land or dry land, must be allocated around Hequ County, and it is best for the fields that form a family to be together.

There are four large tributaries in the meander, and water conservancy will be built in the future to turn the dry land into irrigated land. "

"I understand."

"Okay, that's it."

He Jinzhao heaved a sigh of relief, and after dividing the land, he naturally had to wait for the migrants to come.

"My lord, I also found a piece of land that was not counted." Yang Yuxiu pointed to a place that was forty miles away from Hequ County.

"Haichao Temple?" He Jinzhao groped his chin: "Didn't I confiscate the land of the temple?"

"Returning to my lord, those who only ordered the confiscation of gentry and landlords did not confiscate the land of the monastery."

Qiu Zhitao also subconsciously ignored this place.

"The temple occupies a lot of land, right?" He Jinzhao looked at Yang Yuxiu.

Yang Yuxiu immediately became energetic: "Returning to my lord, that's exactly the case. Haichao Temple is known as "Small Wutai Mountain in Northwest Shanxi".

It was built in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, covering an area of ​​more than 20 acres, with twelve courtyards and dozens of pavilions. The overall layout is built on three floors leaning against the mountain, with Maitreya Hall, Guanyin Hall, and Tibetan Scripture Hall as the central axis. .

In the east are the Milling Courtyard, Bodhi Courtyard, and Jiushi Pagoda Courtyard; in the west are Shifang Courtyard, Abbot Courtyard, and West Garden. "

He Jinzhao knocked on the table: "Get to the point."

"There are thousands of monks among them. Over the years, through loans and donations from wealthy families, they have occupied tens of thousands of acres of fertile land."

Hearing this, He Jinzhao's eyes lit up three points. Just now he was worried that there were too few fertile fields, and suddenly there were tens of thousands of acres more.

Then these fields are enough to motivate the soldiers who will join the hammer bandits in the future.

"Damn it, a ruined temple occupies such a fertile land, it's so rich that it's not worthy of being a monk.

Now that we people are suffering, it is time to ask the Buddha to sponsor us poor people! "

Yang Yuxiu snorted and laughed: "As the saying goes, Bodhisattvas who eat fast are not short of money."

(End of this chapter)