Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 84

After searching the floor and the roof, but found nothing, Wang Gao couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment. Unexpectedly, the owner of this room left nothing behind.He was about to leave and go to other places to get lucky, when he tripped over his foot and almost staggered, when he looked down, he saw that the floor had cracked.

He squatted down and looked into the crack, and there seemed to be a little light. Wang Po excitedly inserted the handle of the dagger into the crack, and pried it open with all his strength, revealing a very hidden cellar.

"This is a great harvest!" Wang Gao licked his chapped lips in satisfaction. The owner of the house hid a complete set of farm tools such as hoes, sickles, iron plows, and pickaxes in the cellar. Of course, the biggest harvest is not these , but an earthen jar filled with plump millet, a full forty kilograms.

"I can feed my mother and younger brothers, as well as the neat little widow in the village. Give her half a bowl of millet and take her back to her house to sleep overnight!"

Satisfied, Wang Po moved the clay pot up, and while thinking beautifully, he carefully poured the grains inside into his pocket. He didn't plan to take all the harvest back. First, it was too heavy, and second, it was too obvious. , if it is seen by other villagers, it will easily lead to disaster.

Maybe it was because of the ecstasy that lowered his vigilance. When Wang Po heard the movement, the voice was already outside the yard. He hurriedly put the crock back to its original place, trying to restore everything to its original state, but in a panic, he knocked down the iron below. The sound is enough to wake a sleeping person.

"There's someone in there!"

"Yuan Fei, let your people go to the back of the house, don't let him run away!"

Although Wang Po couldn't understand Chinese, he could still tell that it was the voice of Tang Ren. He cried out in his heart that he was about to escape from the back of the house, but he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and he knew that he had nothing to do. The road can run and is surrounded.

Yuan Aolie looked coldly at the Baekje man who came out of the house, his face was sallow, as thin as a bamboo pole, his eyes were empty, his feet in bark boots were stained with blood, they should have been accidentally scratched .

"These were found from him. There is also a cellar in the house, which contains farm tools and some grain seeds!" Yuan Fei presented a short knife and a bag full of grain with both hands.

Yuan Aolie didn't touch his pocket, but took the dagger, it was very crudely crafted, the blade was full of gaps, he snorted coldly with disdain, and said to Yuan Fei: "Ask him, who is he, and what is he doing in this room?"

"Yes!" Yuan Fei replied, repeating Yuan Aolie's words in Baekje language.

Hearing the language of his own country, Wang Po raised his head in surprise. Only then did he realize that this soldier dressed as a Tang man was actually a compatriot of his own country. He hurriedly begged: "I just want to find something to eat here, Mr. Jun, can you please?" Give me back that bag, my mother and two younger brothers are waiting for me to bring food back in the mountains!"

Yuan Fei didn't speak, the man in front of him who was kneeling on the ground and begging constantly made him seem to see himself a few months ago: the same thin, the same despair, and the same struggle for his family.

After hesitating for a while, he said to Yuan Aolie: "Reporting to Captain, this man is the owner of this room, he fled to the mountains to avoid the war, just returned home to get some grains to take back to the mountains! "

"The owner of this house?" Yuan Aolie looked at the skinny Wang Hao kneeling on him in surprise, and then at the dilapidated, but originally quite spacious and decent house in front of him: "Would you like to do something?" Wrong, this guy doesn't look like someone with such a nice house, does he?"

Now that he lied the first sentence, Yuan Fei could only bite the bullet and continue. He pretended to be very sure: "Captain, there should be no mistake. When the subordinate just entered, this guy was Moving things from the cellar, the cellar is quite secretive, it must be difficult for outsiders to find out. As for the appearance, this guy has survived a winter in the mountains, so—”

"That's right, it's no wonder that you are in such a miserable state after staying in the mountains for a whole winter!" Yuan Aolie nodded, he accepted Yuan Fei's words, and nodded nonchalantly: "Then you will send the no-war order from the Dudu Mansion Tell him to put up the sign and we'll go to the next village!"

"Yes!" Yuan Fei responded, turned his head and said in a deep voice to Wang Po: "We are military officials in the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion of the Great Tang Dynasty. Liu Duhu issued a military order prohibiting attacks for the next [-] days. You can go back When you farm at home, the past will be forgotten. As long as you pay the field tax in autumn, the Dudu Mansion will issue a land deed and recognize you as the landlord!"

Wang Gao opened his mouth wide and looked at Yuan Fei stupidly, with a look of confusion. Yuan Fei knew that the other party still didn't understand: "It means that you can come back to farm. As long as you pay the field tax this autumn, the house and the field will be destroyed." It's all yours!"

"It's all mine?" Wang Po stretched out his right hand and drew a circle as if dreaming: "You mean these are all mine?"

"Yes, as long as you pay the field tax in autumn, two liters of grain per mu, two feet five feet of cloth, and three catties of hemp, then the land will be yours, and it will never be replaced!"

"Yes, yes!" Wang Hao finally understood, and hastily kowtowed repeatedly. The taxation standard Yuan Fei said was based on Tang's Zuyong at that time.

In the Tang Dynasty, it was stipulated that one fen was divided into one hundred mu of land (in Tang Dynasty, the mu was roughly equal to the current 0.81 mu). The ruler and hemp three catties are tuned.

According to the standards at the time, the tax rate was very low, not to mention that among the [-] mu of land allocated by Tang, [-] mu of land would be returned to the state after death, and only [-] mu of land could be passed on to his descendants. Here, as many acres of taxes are paid, as many acres are occupied, and all of them can be passed on to the children and grandchildren.

"Okay!" Yuan Aolie saw Wang Po kowtowed to thank him, knowing that he had understood, took the book brush from his subordinates, and licked the brush in his mouth: "Let this guy report his name, Dingkou at home, fortunately Register your name in the field book!"

"Yes!" Yuan Fei responded, and asked Wang Po: "Give me your name and how many people are in your family, so you can make a roster and issue a land deed to you!"

"The villain's surname is Wang, and his name is Gao!" Wang Gao hesitated for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "There is an old mother and three younger brothers at home!"

"Have you ever been married?"

"The villain is poor, no one wants to marry!" Wang Pu replied in a low voice.

"Is there such a big house and the land is poor?" Yuan Fei smiled: "Go back and find a daughter-in-law, remember, as much as you plant this field, you can pay as much land rent after autumn, and those fields will become yours. That's right! The more people, the more fields, do you understand?" At this point, he winked at Wang Po.

Even if Wang Hao is a piece of wood, he understood at this moment, his eyes widened in surprise: "You, you know—"

(End of this chapter)