The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 775

"He will let grandpa live, but I don't know what kind of life it will be." Qiao Mai said.

"what do you mean?"

Hearing that, Qiao Maimai couldn't help sighing, "Dad said just now that he wanted to take Grandpa over, so I asked two people to take care of him."

Qiao Changshun is a foolish and filial person, he can compromise and give way to the Sun family, let alone Qiao Qinghe.

At this moment, Mrs. Sun has been imprisoned. Qiao Meipan is a girl's family, so it's not easy to take good care of her. Sun Junyan will definitely invite someone.

But if you invite people, it's really hard to say whether they are careful or not.

So Qiao Changshun wanted to put Qiao Qinghe in front of him to take care of him.

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang pursed his lips and said, "Let's talk about it after the autumn tax is paid."

Now Zhuang Luhe is still in a state of confusion, and Qiao Zhaodi Qiao Yindi takes turns looking after her.

Hua Xiaofeng's own family is also a mess, so she has already gone back.

In this case, another Qiao Qinghe would be too busy.

Wait a few more days.

The autumn harvest is over, and the winter wheat has basically been planted. It's time to pay the autumn tax.

Qiao Xiaomai's family has [-] mu of land, and the tax they pay is not a small amount.

His Tong family can be exempted from tax because he is a juren.

"Okay." Qiao Mai thought about the actual situation and nodded in agreement.

Because her family has a lot of fields, the winter wheat has not been planted yet. These days Qiao Changshun has to go to the fields every day. After this busy period, we will talk about Qiao Qinghe.

The autumn tax is mainly paid for millet.

Except for the 150 mu on the manor side of Qiao Xiaomai's [-] mu of land, the rest are basically planted with millet.

The [-] acres on the manor that have been irrigated by the spiritual spring water are kept for themselves to eat, and the rest are sold in addition to paying taxes in other places.

There are still about [-] catties of sweet potatoes in her warehouse, and there is no place for millet.

Paying the autumn tax is the same as paying the spring tax. Yamen servants drive ox carts or horse-drawn carts and collect them from village to village.

Now the family has a donkey cart, two ox carts, and a horse cart. The ox cart that Qiao Qinghe took away before has been brought back.

On this day, Qiao Maimai and Tong Sanlang got up early in the morning to load the four cars with millet.

Filled with millet, Qiao Xiaomai Tong Sanlang, Qiao Changshun and Qiao Zhaodi each drove a car to the threshing field in Anping Village.

They were far away, and when they arrived at the wheat threshing ground, the wheat threshing ground was already full of people, and the tax-paying line stretched far away.

But now Qiao Mai is not a commoner, she is a Juren lady, she can have a little privilege: jumping in line.

After jumping in the queue and paying their family's taxes, they were about to go back when Tong Xingda jumped out. Tong Sanlang used to help Tong Tiehu collect taxes, but now Tong Sanlang has a different status, and the job fell to him.

No, to be precise, he took the initiative to embrace it.

He squatted here early in the morning just to wait for Tong Sanlang.

"You go, let's go back first." Qiao Xiaomai said.

The court debate won, and Tong Sanlang was fine, and this matter should indeed be told to the Tong family.

Tong Sanlang hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Then you go back first."

After he was admitted to Juren, he hadn't held a banquet to celebrate. Besides, Mrs. Sun could no longer jump around after being sentenced. This is considered a happy event and must be celebrated.

With this in mind, without waiting for Tong Xingda to open his mouth, he first talked about winning the court debate and holding a banquet. Tong Xingda listened and snorted heavily, "Got it."

Then he immediately said, "I said you boy, do you really think of yourself as a small worker of Qiao's family? It's still the kind that doesn't get paid."

[End of eight chapters]

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