After the matter in the field was resolved, everyone was very tired. At this time, the fragrant meat came up, and everyone's eyes were the fragrant meat in front of them.

The pheasant grabbed the fat chicken with one handful, tear it up in half, put one half back on the plate, and the other half was held and eaten by herself.

He ate very carefully.

Chen Heng has never seen anyone eat like this before.

The pheasant eats very seriously, like a affectionate man hugging and kissing his lover.

There is no other emotion between the eyebrows and eyes, and there is no distraction between the actions.

The world may be complex and complicated, but people may not agree with each other, but pheasants are so pure inside and outside when eating meat.

It was as if his world had shrunk to the point where he had only the flesh in front of him.

After eating the meat, chew the bones and suck them all.

Finally, the pheasant licked his palm reluctantly.

He finished eating his own fat chicken.

Chen Heng thought that the other half was known to him that he wanted to take it back for dinner.

Or, it is to take it back for your parents and brothers to enjoy.

It's a filial piety.

Chen Heng's stomach roared.

Only then did he realize that he had been too immersed in seeing the pheasant eating, and he actually forgot to eat.

Chen Heng lowered his head, looked at the large and half-fat and lean meat in his plate, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He might have had various thoughts in his mind before, wanting to ask everyone about the current Qin Dharma, or ask for their needs...

But now, all the thoughts in his mind have been suppressed.

He just wanted to eat.

It's really interesting.

Chen Heng cut open the flesh in front of him with a knife.

He actually didn't want to eat meat so much.

After dinner, Chen Heng asked everyone some questions.

These questions are about the tax system.

But everyone's opinions are not consistent.

Some people think it should, and naturally, and there is nothing to discuss.

Some people think that as long as you can get enough food, it doesn’t matter how much tax you collect.

Some people just simply complain about the greater taxation.

Their knowledge and cognition can only make them make such a sound.

This sound is completely directionless.

Chen Heng sighed.

The tax system of Qin State is actually very lighter than that of the six Eastern countries.

The most arduous thing in Qin State was actually various corvee labor.

These corvee laborers are to recruit people to work, join the army, and work hard labor.

Most of these are not money, or have money, but only a small part of them.

This part of the money is not even enough to cover people's survival costs when facing the high prices of service locations.

Therefore, although the Qin State does not collect much tax, people's lives are generally tight.

Those who serve in the army often have to ask for money from their families.

In this way, although the new policy of the Qin King's politics was also recruited to work, be a coolie, and be a soldier.

But at least, food and accommodation basically cover the cost of survival. The subsequent salary is to make up for the loss of not being able to farm and work at home, and also make the service members profitable.

Even those who are in the army can get money without fighting. Such a system has greatly increased the cost of conscription.

At the same time, the cost of war is reduced and the benefits are increased.

——You give food, the soldiers are very willing to work hard for you.

Because at this time, having enough food is really a luxury.

Not to mention, the food in the army is very good, four or five meals a day.

"Don't be stingy with money. You can teach people to die, but you can't teach people to live hungry." Chen Heng remembered the words of King Zheng of Qin.

Such a person who is not much different from himself can be so powerful...

He collected people's opinions bit by bit and instructed them to pay attention to recording husbands of appropriate age in their respective settlements, and to register for the next meeting.

Finally, at the time of separation, Chen Heng secretly bought a roasted fat chicken himself, wrapped it and gave it to the pheasant.

"Please accept it, thanks to you today." Chen Heng said with a smile: "I have been tired for days and I had no appetite, but today I saw you eating meat, so I ate more. This is because I received your help. This chicken is my thank you gift to you."

As he said this, Ching would not refuse at all.

He happily carried the fat chicken, and from time to time he put the wrapped fat chicken to his nose to smell it.

Smelling the aroma of oil that penetrates from the layers of wrapping, the pheasant is extremely relieved.

When he got home, Ji first put a half-fat chicken in his hand into the pottery jar in his kitchen.

At this time, Sister Shuang was not at home.

In the arrangements of the farmers' association, women also have their own jobs.

Through their work, they exchanged for necessary supplies, such as salt and iron knife.

For food, the elderly and disabled people who cannot live according to their share, each person has only a small kilogram per day.

Pheasant thinks this is pretty good.

No one sent it before.

No one cares about it either.

Such old men are rare in such a poor countryside.

The rare reason is not just not just not living aging age.

There are many more that can actually survive.

However, after aging and weakening, the effect on the family is less, and the food and supplies that the family can allocate to him will be less.

When another disaster year occurs, or if the imperial court recruits troops, the main labor force in the family will leave.

At this time, the tired work fell out, and the old man worked hard and had to support his husband who was fighting or working outside, so he would eat and drink less.

It is normal to be tired and unable to get rest, consume but unable to get supplements, and die.

Pheasant rarely pays attention to these things, but this does not mean that he has lived in such an environment for more than ten years and knows nothing about these things.

He knew these cruel reality, but he actually didn't care.

Because in his perception, this is a very normal thing.

He only has this perception, so no matter how unreasonable it is, it is the only thing that pheasant knows, so it is right.

Pheasant has no plan for the future. If he has one, then in his previous plan, there will definitely be one that will eat enough when he gets old and then kill himself.

The process of enduring hunger and hard work is too painful.

But now someone cares.

Then things are completely different.

As for the difference, pheasants cannot be said.

He is only good at eating.

After storing the fat chickens, the pheasant went to the field, called some old men and young husbands, and repeated what Chen Heng had told.

Pheasant has a lack of language, and his fellow villagers are no better than him.

Everyone has the same lack, but instead has a common language.

The pheasant talked and gestured, and finally made everyone realize that there was a new type of harvesting tool in the Farmers Association.

It sounds like the tool to harvest wheat without bent down is like a gospel given by the gods.

And serve in the military...

"Does this military service require so many eighty people?" An old man was a little worried: "My kid is already fifteen years old, will he be..."

Worry is certain.

The conditions at this time are there.

A long journey may lead to the possibility of dying from illness; a military service may lead to the possibility of being killed; a war may lead to a disabled person.
To be continued...