Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 208 Harvest
"Everyone let go of your appetite and eat, just eat and drink! You are fully prepared!" Wang Hao gnawed his mouthful of melon and shouted loudly: "You are welcome to go, you are full, and continue to work in the afternoon. When the weather is good for a few days, cut off the wheat and put it in the warehouse to dry, so as not to hit the rain, the wheat will get wet, half a year of hard work will be wasted!"

Maybe it was because they were busy eating, the crowd's reaction was not enthusiastic, only a few sparse responses, but Wang Hao didn't care, just smiled a few times, and walked to the pagoda tree that had been paved earlier. Sitting down beside the futon, he took the bowl and chopsticks from his wife, paused for a while, and was ready to eat.

"Master Wang!" A man in his early thirties asked, "What do you think is the income of this year's wheat? Years are calculated on the basis of normal years!)”

"Thanks to Mr. Tang Ren, the rain and weather are suitable this year. If there are no accidents, it will be [-] to [-]%!"

"That's good, if that's the case, everyone will have a round belly!"

"It's all the powerful spirit of the Tang Dynasty master!" Wang Hao hurriedly said: "If it is replaced, it will be [-]% or [-]%; let us have a look at the harvested wheat, and send it to the Fuyu masters after it dries. The granary has gone!"

"Master Wang said so!"

"It's also thanks to Master Wang's reconciliation, otherwise we wouldn't be able to take advantage of it!"

"We can eat wheat, thanks to Master Tang, and also to Master Wang!"

Listening to everyone's compliments, Wang Gao proudly twirled the short beard on his chin. He was still a little unaccustomed to being called a master. After all, he was a poor man starving in the mountains a year ago. They are all self-cultivated farmers, but his current wealth is enough to bear the title of "Master". The four of them occupy a total of more than 200 acres of arable land, and there are more than 200 acres of mulberry fields, and there are more than [-] acres of wasteland, grassland, and woodland. , accounting for almost one-third of the entire village.Of course, their family alone would definitely not be able to cultivate these lands. There are more than [-] households and nearly [-] Tong Hak slaves who joined his sect. Only his family is left.

Of course, it is not that no one competes with Wang Yu, but firstly, Wang Yu has the land deed issued by the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion of the Tang Dynasty, and secondly, there were not many people in the fields at that time. Although Wang Yu's family occupied a lot of land, the remaining land was enough. Others farmed, and after he sent his youngest brother to Dinglin Temple in Sibi City, no one dared to argue with him. The villagers all said that Mr. Wang’s ancestors moved from the Central Plains, and the Tang government paid special attention to him. If you offend Mr. Wang, you only need to send it to the government with a word, and if a traitor's hat is removed, the whole family will be dragged to hard labor.

Seeing that everyone had eaten enough, Wang Gao led the crowd to continue cutting the wheat until the sun went down, and then they went home, watching Tong Ke and his family threshing grain on the drying ground and bagging it into the warehouse.Wang Po called the two brothers over and coughed twice: "Second and third, I have something to tell you!"

The second child was impatient, and said without looking back: "Brother, let's talk about it tomorrow! I have to keep an eye on it, and don't let people pretend to take away the freshly harvested wheat!"

"Yeah, let's talk about something tomorrow!" The third child's attention was also on the drying ground: "We are busy now!"

Seeing the appearance of the two brothers, Wang Hao became angry and shouted: "Maizi, Maizi, you two will know Maizi, if you still have my big brother in mind, come here!"

Seeing this, the second and third children knew that the eldest brother was really angry, so they had to come over.Wang Gao walked to the old jujube tree beside the drying yard and sat down. The second and third children also sat cross-legged on both sides.Wang Po coughed: "I know you two are still thinking about wheat, but there are more important things than wheat right now, I have to explain it clearly to you two!"

"Is there anything more important than wheat in the world?" The second child is quick-spoken: "Brother, if you don't eat for a day, you will be hungry, and if you don't eat for ten days, you will die. You taught us this since childhood!"

"Second boy, don't talk about these things!" Wang Po said angrily, "Of course there is something more important than wheat in the world! That's the earth. I'm here today to talk about the earth!"

"Land?" The second and third child's attention was attracted at once, and the third child asked cautiously: "Brother, what's wrong with the land? Master Tang doesn't recognize the land deed they issued?"

"No!" Wang Po waved his hand: "The land deed issued by the Governor's Mansion is a sure thing. How could the people of Tang deny it?"

"What is that for? The people of Tang want to increase the tax?" the second child asked.

"No!" Wang Po shook his head: "The tax of the Dudu Mansion is levied in accordance with the laws of the Tang Dynasty. It is a rule set by the emperor. Is there any reason to change it?"

"Then what's there to say?" The second child asked, "With such a low tax, we can just send the wheat over as soon as it dries, so there's no need for Mr. Tang to worry about it!"

"It's labor!" Wang Pu said.

"Labor labor?" The second child frowned, "Why didn't you hear about it before?"

"I've asked about this before. There are actually three types of taxes in the Tang Dynasty: rent, yong, and transfer. Rent means land rent and pay grain; transfer means hand over cloth. Those who have mulberry are paid silk, and those who have no mulberry are paid. Pay linen; transfer is labor, and everyone works for the government, usually for about a month! As long as there are people who have land, they must bear these three taxes!"

"Then, why was there no hard labor last year?" asked the third child.

"Last year, Mr. Tang was not short of manpower, so he confiscated more cloth and silk, which was worth the labor!" Wang Pu said.

"So that's what happened!" The third child heaved a sigh of relief: "Labor is hard work. Anyway, in the past when the King of Baekje was around, we also had to do hard work. The tax was much heavier than it is now!" The second child was more careful: "Brother , How many people are we going to send out, where are we going to serve labor, what are we doing, and what do we need to prepare?"

"Well, the second one is still careful!" Wang Yu nodded with satisfaction: "Master Yuan Fei said when he passed by our village a few days ago that our village should send out at least 120 people. I made a calculation and planned to send 180 people. Our family is eighty!"

"Brother, aren't you out of your mind?" The third child was anxious when he heard this: "Isn't 120 people enough? Why pay 180? Our family pays so much?"

"Third brother, shut up and listen to the elder brother!" The second child was calm at this moment: "Elder brother, you are so active, this matter is good for you, right?"

"Not bad!" A smile appeared on Wang Po's sweat-stained face: "Second brother, you have been smart since you were a child, okay, okay, with you here, I can feel at ease when I go out and go home!"

(End of this chapter)