When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

Chapter 7 The average annual ration of the Xin family is two hundred kilograms of millet.
There are classes in the clan.

When he returned home, Ax had fallen asleep, so Xinqu came to sit by the window, propped up the wooden window with a wooden pole to let in the moonlight, and held a charcoal pen on the windowsill and a bamboo slip in a brick in the corner.

Shaking it open, Xinqu looked at the tribal class overview written on it.

Nobles: Wu Yu Wu family, Cang family, Tao family, Shi family, Shu family, Gulu family, Chu family...

The four major clans of common people: Xin (descendants of past clan chiefs), Gaoxin (Ji, Shanxi Qiang, after the Yellow Emperor), Youxin (Si, Anyang Shi and Xia Hou clan have the same origin), Jiang (two branches, Shanxi Qiang and Jiang) Shandong Yijiang).

Disabled people: Aqi (Xin, former clan leader), Zujia (noble, former fletcher), Shen Xin (Gao Xin, former hunting captain), Gu (Gao Xin, commoner), Shi (Shanxi Qiang Jiang, common people), Zui (Shandong Yijiang, common people), Hei Mian (Gao Xin, common people), Shu Dagu (nobles, the most good at fighting.)
Xin Qu took a look at the slave records and found that most of them were left blank. Then he had to find a way to figure out what slaves could be naturalized and what could not be naturalized.

Only in this way can the overall tribal population structure of the Xin clan be ensured, so that the tribe would not be conquered over and over again by merchants and die in battle, leaving the tribe vulnerable and eventually extinct.

"In his position, let's pursue his own affairs."

Xinqu scrolled halfway through and saw the column for young people’s faction:
Bing Jia, sixteen years old, unmarried.

Yijiang, a commoner from Shandong, has both parents dead. He has an elder sister who is seventeen this year and got married at fifteen, to a tribe from the Southeast Ze tribe (Ze tribe, with his own surname, and the same clan as the Su family).

Shi Wu, seventeen years old, married.

His wife is a noble from a tribe affiliated with the Guzhu family, and she has a son named Jiao.

There were clan leaders in our ancestors, so they were both members of the Xin clan, just like me. However, their family was the best at making stone tools, so their descendants used the prefix Shi as their clan name, which was considered a nominal clan name.

If merchants didn't like to recruit people with surnames to fight in the battlefield, the nobles of the Xin family should theoretically become real powerful people instead of following the orders of the clan leader.

In short, the situation within the clan is generally like this. Among the younger generation, as long as they win Bing Jia and Shi Wu, there will be someone to implement the ideas they want to promote.

"Huh? Are you back, Qu? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

I went outside to relieve myself at night, and saw Xinqu still basking in the moon by the window, and couldn't help but yawned: "I don't care, go to bed early, remember to close the window, don't leave it open like last time, and the bed will get wet." Come and sleep on my bed..."

The young man's sharp and crackling mouth made Xin Qu feel confused. Is he such an unreliable person?

Can you fall into the same pit twice at the same time?
He put the bamboo slips and charcoal pens into the bag, hung them on the wooden nails on the wall, stretched out, hung up the window and went to sleep.

Silent all night.

It was dawn, and the sound of knocking on the door came from outside.

"Clan leader! Qu! Hurry up to the fields and measure the yield!"

Cang Geng came to urge Xin Qu to get up.

Xinqu had no choice but to get up, rub his eyes and touch the wall, put the bamboo slips and bag he had prepared yesterday on his back, and then walked to the young axe, "Hey, get up, let's work."

"I...I understand, you go first." Ax said in a murmur, seeming a little embarrassed.

When Xinqu saw that his younger brother was lying in bed, he patted his big ass and said, "Hurry up, then."

Xin Qu ran away laughing. He usually slapped his butt like this, and this kid was so impatient with him, but now he was so sleepy that he didn't even want to get up. This touch felt really unpleasant.

After Xin Qu walked away, the boy got up sneakily, then took a look at the white stains on the animal skin skirt and let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, Xin Qu didn't see it, otherwise people would definitely say that I wet the bed again. .”

The boy changed into a new leather skirt and took the old one outside to wash it thoroughly before drying it.

However, I still feel strange when walking on the road. I always feel that it is slippery and sticky to my hands after washing.

I don’t know why I pee like this.Doubt carried Shu and came to the millet field. From a distance, he saw Xin Qurang's tribesmen inserting wooden poles in the field, and ropes were tied to the wooden poles, six of them forming a rectangle.

Each rope has twenty steps. One step with Xin's rope is 75 centimeters, twenty steps is 15 meters, and one acre is 220 square meters.

After surrounding them, Xinqu asked people to take a part of the area in each of the five diagonal and positive directions. In each square step, he counted the number of plants, broke off a medium-sized millet, threw the millet out, and then summarized the weight and number of plants. .

Then there was an order for all clan fields to be calculated in this way, and then Xinqu looked at the calculated data and made some changes.

If you want your plan to proceed, you must intimidate them.

Finally, Xin Qu frowned, and Cang Geng's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, and he came over to take a look: "How is it? Can you figure it out?"

"The clan's farmland is divided in this way. The average per capita is only six acres. The yield per mu (225 square meters) is only [-] bags. Six acres is only [-] bags." Xin Qu did a quick calculation.

"Per capita?" Cang Geng calculated that a bag of one hundred kilograms can be divided into two and a half bags per person. He couldn't help but smile and said: "That's enough! We can spend this winter safely. We still have time now, so we can go Hunting and preserving some food.”

"This is wet food." Xinqu shook his head, "It still needs to be dried in the sun. If the dry weight is two bags, that's about it."

"This..." Cang Geng looked serious and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Clan leader! You and the axe-ploughed fields grow so well together!"

After Xin Qu divided the fields with ropes and wooden sticks, the tribesmen discovered that the wasteland burned by the two brothers Xin Qu alone on the slopes actually grew as good as the irrigated land near the plains.

When Cang Geng heard this, he looked over and saw that it was also a sloping land, but Xinqu and his team were growing well.

"Farming needs to be more precise." Xinqu shook his head, "Gather us all together, and I will tell you something."

Xinqu decided to divide the land, contract the joint production of households to each household, and establish a household registration system along the way.

The labor within the clan still relies too much on consciousness. Everyone fishes openly and openly, and he suffers the same. If it were not for the hard work and the support of production within the clan, it is estimated that any dynasty after traveling back to the Warring States Period, All must starve to death.

Because it is a small-scale peasant economy, self-sufficient and responsible for its own profits and losses, but there is no whole clan to protect you.

Furthermore, rulers of past dynasties regarded household registration and local land registration as extremely important. Why?
Because it is necessary to integrate the occupied areas into the administrative framework as soon as possible and tap the war potential. Even if it cannot help you develop, it cannot hold you back. Self-sufficiency is the minimum requirement.

Ruling at a loss is undesirable and will not last long for a country whose economy is dominated by agriculture.

"Shi Wu, the clan leader wants to announce something and summon people to go over."

"What are you going to announce?" Shi Wu was sitting on the edge of the field. When he heard someone calling him, he moved the wooden pole between the fields.

"It's a matter related to grain production. It seems that this year's grain harvest will not be good."

"That is indeed a big deal." Shi Wu did not deny it. He was not sure about the accuracy of this statistical method, but at least it was fast.

It's okay to have less food, but if it's much less, it will affect the tribe's survival next year. We have to see if Xinqu has any way to deal with it.

Although yesterday, together with Bing Jia, they recommended Xin Qu as the clan leader.

But if the clan leader is incompetent, the clan members should sacrifice him to the emperor in exchange for good weather next year.

Then change to another clan leader.

(End of this chapter)