Dai Can defeated his father

There was a

palm-sized black brocade box in the baggage, and when it was opened, there was a seal inside - "Qin Lixia Seal".

In addition, there is a thick stack of deed books.

It is the title deed of 100,000 acres of fertile land of the Qin family and the house deed of all Zhuangzi.

There was also a letter.

It was just a piece of rice paper with a ruler length, and when it was unfolded, there were three square characters written on it.

"Save some.

When Qin Xiaoman saw the message of these three words, the scene of his father stuffing seals and deeds into the baggage while holding a pen and writing painfully appeared in front of him, and his heart was warm.

"Xiao Man, your father has handed over all the Qin family's family business to you, you have to work hard, don't live up to your father's expectations of you.

Li Dafu stared straight at the things in the baggage, his eyes full of covetousness.

"Uncle Li, rest assured, I will definitely make a name for myself and open my father's eyes. Qin

Xiaoman is full of confidence, and there is no trace of performance.

Li Dafu pursed his lips secretly, stared at the deed in the baggage a few times, and hurriedly said goodbye, saying that he would go home and continue to help him make goose and duck cubs, and send it to him as soon as possible.

Qin Xiaoman didn't give Li Dafu either, he carefully stroked his father's seal, counted the deed, and handed it to Dr. Tang next to him.

"Childe?"

"I'm going to be running around outside these days, carrying such a valuable thing, if I lose it, my father should be distressed." Qin

Xiaoman didn't value these things outside his body.

Only his father's attention to his feelings is the most precious.

"My dad really looks down on me. "

Even the title deed was taken out, which was desperate to give up his family business to support his career.

"Holly, pass a message to the Fang family, and say that the idle field to rent must be a idle field with good water and good fields, and can bask in more sun in the next two months.

Qin Xiaoman explained carefully.

"These geese and ducks grow fast in the sun, and I have to raise them for two or three months to recover the cost, and renting other idle fields can't raise good geese and ducks. "

Regenerative rice is still picky about the growing environment.

In some places where the rice is harvested and the rainy season begins, there is very little chance of growing regenerative rice with today's planting techniques.

Raising geese and ducks and hiring labor will waste money and food, and he really wants to save some.

With such a screening, even if Fang Zhanhe wants to rent idle land outside Rongzhou, it can be controlled within one million mu.

"Childe, I'll go to Fang's house right away to spread the word. Holly

turned on her horse.

"Don't worry, you eat dinner first before leaving.

Qin Xiaoman didn't wait for Holly to get off the horse, pointed to the flock of chickens returning home in the direction of Zhuangzi, and pretended to shake his head and recite.

"The old man Gu Ji Xiao, invite me to Tian's house......"

He carried here, and a fierce spirit of Holly, who was still riding on horseback, jumped down and stared at him intently.

Qin Xiaoman seemed to be stuck, muttering these two sentences repeatedly, his fingers shifted one direction and landed on the big trees on both sides.

"What's going on behind

, trees, green trees......" The trees were green for a long time, Qin Xiaoman licked his face and smiled, pretending that he hadn't said anything before.

"Uncle Tang, Xiao Daxia, don't be stunned, let's go to dinner. "

......

" and "......"

were still waiting for him to write a complete poem, and Dr. Tang and Xiao Chengliang glanced at each other, their faces puzzled.

I don't seem to understand why he suddenly became poetic, and stopped halfway through.

Only Holly patted the.

"Childe's two lines of poetry just now are really wonderful!, why doesn't Childe continue reading?" asked

Holly tentatively.

"I'm not inspired to read anything, this time I'll be here first, and I'll continue next time.

Qin Xiaoman showed a weak expression, brushed his sleeves and walked towards Zhuangzi.

"Uncle Tang, you eat first, I'll go to the study first and copy down the two poems just now.

He said as he ran, and soon ran out of the way.

"I didn't expect Qin Xiaoman to be a poet like my brother.

Xiao Chengliang muttered with a strange expression, and a black shadow flashed, already catching up with Qin Xiaoman's footsteps.

Seeing this, Holly also quickly followed.

"When did Childe become a poet idiot?" Doctor

Tang's expression was a little subtle, and he was embarrassed to expose Childe's previous sleepiness when reading poetry collections in front of outsiders.

Thinking of Bishishi's victory, his face changed slightly.

Even if he is a person who doesn't understand poetry, he can empathize with the "Spring Dawn" in it, especially the song "Grass", which makes him feel a lot of reincarnation.

I didn't think about it that day, but now I see that Childe has read two lines of poetry and snorts, as if he has not memorized it.

Even if he shouldn't doubt Childe, he couldn't help but guess.

"Could it be that Gongzi is really ghostwriting poems as rumored by the outside world, winning the literati of the day?"

Doctor Tang's face gradually became solemn.

If this is the case, it is necessary to persuade the son to write less poems to prevent revealing the stuffing.

and ......

"The ghostwriters are all talented, and when the matter of regenerating rice is over, ask who they are, such a talent, they will be able to become a good official. "

He wanted to show it to him.

......

Qin Xiaoman ran back to the temporary study on the Zhuangzi like a gust of wind, and before anyone had caught up, he stuffed a piece of paper that he had prepared a long time ago into the "Farmer's Notes".

Then he pulled it out in front of Xiao Chengliang.

"The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house. The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

"Good poetry, really good poetry.

Qin Xiaoman deliberately looked like he was boasting, and Xiao Chengliang was puzzled.

"You just wrote this poem, why did the ink dry so quickly?"

Xiao Chengliang was about to get the paper in the book.

Bang.

Qin Xiaoman slammed the book shut and warned sharply: "You are not allowed to touch the poems I composed!"

"......"

Xiao Chengliang's fingers were almost caught in the book, and he was depressed when he saw Qin Xiaoman's suddenly black face.

"No wonder my brother regards you as a confidant, you two love poetry like a life-loving temper is true, if you don't move, you don't understand what kind of anger you have, as if I will snatch your poems. "

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Qin Xiaoman saw the holly who followed behind, lowered his head with a thoughtful expression, if it wasn't for the fact that the plan was still in progress, he really wanted to add a chicken leg to Xiao Chengliang's dinner, thank you for this invisible assist.

"Qin Xiaoman, follow you from dawn to dark, you have finished this poem, can you go to dinner now?"

Xiao Chengliang rubbed his shriveled stomach and complained.

"Wait a minute.

Qin Xiaoman put the book back on the bookshelf and stroked it a few more times.

"Holly, this bookshelf is dusty, you clean it before you go to eat.

He deliberately admonished, and then beckoned Xiao Chengliang to leave.

Leaving Holly alone in the study to steal his "new work".

Had dinner.

Qin Dazhu then brought the harvest numbers of each field today.

"The county government sent people to count in the afternoon, and the output of one mu of land this year is more than three stones, which is the best year in the past ten years.

Qin Xiaoman casually flipped through the number of 4,000 mu of rice fields that had been harvested.

There are more than three stones per acre, and the actual income is about 330 catties.

There are 12,000 stone grains in 4,000 mu, more than 1.3 million catties, and 30 percent of the tax grain has been paid, which is about 400,000 catties, and there are still more than 900,000 catties of grain left.

Excluding the 20,000 yuan distributed to the tenants and the reward, the 4,000 mu can be more than 600,000 catties in the hands of the Qin family.

After threshing, there are more than 400,000 catties left.

According to the price of one and a half catties of silver for Shuwai polished rice, it is 200,000 taels.

And that's just the harvest of 4,000 acres.

"No wonder my family is so rich.

Qin Xiaoman was really envious of himself.

"Childe, I can harvest 6,000 mu of rice fields tomorrow, and the county government is urging you to donate 10,000 stones of grain that you said earlier......"

Qin Dazhu reminded him with a painful face.

"If you don't mention it, I almost forgot about it.

Qin Xiaoman also had a painful face.

10,000 stones, 1.2 million catties of grain, and 10% of the harvest are given away, not only does the flesh hurt, but the heart, liver and lungs are hurting.

But.

Thinking that these grains can help the disaster victims, and that some taxes will be exempted next year, maybe the imperial court will be happy and reward his father with a plaque such as "advanced landlord", and he will endure it.

Qin Xiaoman pulled out a piece of rice paper, wrote down the words to donate 10,000 stone grain, stamped his father's seal and handed it to Qin Dazhu's hands.

"Uncle Dazhu, I'll start walking around the Zhuangzi tomorrow, and whoever looks for me will tell them I'm not there. "

He's only giving this once, anyway.

Whoever calls him to donate grain again, he will be anxious with whom

! The Son of Heaven will not be able to do it when the Son of Heaven comes!

......

Fuyang County, outside the city tower.

Two jujube red horses wore stars and moons, and galloped on the official road.

"Huh~~"

The leader was a woman of about twenty and wearing a white beard-style brocade robe, she held the reins in front of the post station, looked at the city tower with the city gate closed, and twisted her eyebrows.

"Miss, the city gates are closed, and we will have to stay at the post house tonight. "