"Honey, my husband, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Xianxian looked at Liu Mingyu suddenly awakened and hurried over with a look of concern.

Liu Mingyu waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay."

Yang Xianxian obviously didn't believe it.

Liu Mingyu tried hard to squeeze out a smile: "It's just a nightmare."

Yang Xianxian breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine!"

Liu Mingyu thought to himself that he must do something, even if it cannot be remedied, at least let the people of Daming Prefecture not hate Liu so much.

Although the individual strength of farmers and tenants is small, once they unite, their strength will increase exponentially, like a volcano eruption and like a flood, destroying everything.

Liu Mingyu looked at Yang Xianxian holding an account book and abacus, catching up with something.

Liu Mingyu stood up and walked over quietly: "Madam, what are you doing?"

"Concise the accounts!"

Yang Xianxian picked up the account book and looked at Liu Mingyu: "We have a total of 820 mu of mu in our mud farm in Jiagou. Last year, we collected 226 stones of grain."

Liu Mingyu was slightly stunned: "Why is this so?"

A stone in the Ming Dynasty was 153 kilograms, weighing 594.5 grams per kilogram, which was about 90 kilograms from later generations. The 820 acres of land collected 44,751 kilograms of grain. This yield is too low.

"It's not low. My aunt (father-in-law) has taken care of the best fertile land for us, which is easy to irrigate!"

"Is it a waste of land that is still high-quality, and I can't get a stone in a mu.

Although Liu Mingyu had never planted land, he had a friend who contracted land. No matter how bad the years in later generations were, he could still collect seven or eight hundred kilograms of grain per acre of land. When the years were good, it could easily exceed a thousand.

"Isn't it all the same?" Yang Xianxian didn't know why Liu Mingyu's requirements were so high.

Liu Mingyu said, "Let's go, let's go to Jiagou to take a look!"

It was very easy to get to the Liu family's farm. After leaving Yuancheng County, we arrived all the way east in less than ten miles. Liu Mingyu and Yang Xianxian took their maid Yan'er and followed Liu Fugui and coachman Lao Zhou. After walking for a short time, they finally arrived at the farm in Jiagou.

Looking at the Jiagou Farm, Liu Mingyu frowned. The houses were dilapidated and many of them had cracked. In order to block the cold, they used wheat straw to plug the holes.

There are dozens of houses, but they are all very dilapidated. The only decent house in the village is a yard by Liu Mingjin. This is a place where it usually serves as a warehouse and temporarily stores the land rent, including blue bricks and gray tiles, five main houses, and four wing rooms on both sides, which looks very grand.

When they learned that Liu Mingyu came to the farm, the tenants on the farm came out to greet Liu Mingyu. Dozens of sloppy men looked at Liu Mingyu and others with their faces. Their clothes were purely a pile of rags worn with ropes, and many people didn't even have shoes, so they just wrapped their feet in rags and stood in the snow.

Almost all people are skinny and bone-bone-skinned, and there is no clear trace of life on their faces. They just look at them in a daze, and there is no emotional fluctuation.

Liu Mingyu did not go to see the fields, and he had already discovered the problem. It would be strange for such tenants to be able to farm with their heart. Once someone raises his arms in the future, they will definitely take a hoe and start to rebel.

At this moment, an old tenant trembling kneeled in front of Liu Ming with a normal voice: "Young Master, please, there is really no food in your family..."

Liu Mingyu understood that he thought he was here to collect the debt.

Although Liu Mingyu is not a saint, as an ordinary person, he really can't stand these poor people. He looked at Liu Fugui and said, "Do we have any food in Curry?"

"Yes, there are more than thirty stones, but this is the seed grain for next year!"

"Let me find a few people to bring the food over, each of which will be given ten kilograms of food!"

"Young Master, no..."

Liu Mingyu kicked Liu Fugui in the waist and kicked him in the butt and squatted: "Go quickly, or I'll slap you!"

Liu Fugui had no choice but to find a tenant to deliver a letter to Liu Jinyu. At the same time, he found several tenants and went to the warehouse to collect grain.

"My husband, husband!"

In the carriage, Yang Xianxian said timidly: "My husband, isn't it good for you to do this?"

"The New Year is coming soon, and every household can't make it. I'll give them some food to have a good New Year!"

In fact, Liu Mingyu is still for his reputation.

"Young and young men all listened, the young master and Bodhisattva heart would reward you every household, and every ten kilograms of grain, to collect the grain."

These tenants are used to being bullied, and they can't believe it when they have such good things.

However, I saw that someone finally came to collect food.

"One person has ten kilograms, how many people are in your family?"

"Qigu, my father, my mother, a younger brother, a younger sister, me, my wife, my daughter-in-law, and my son."

"That's eight people, not seven people."

Liu Fugui, who was responsible for distributing the grain, handed most of the bag of grain to the man: "Press a handprint and carry it away!"

"No need to return?"

"Need not!"

"I really won't return!"

"It's really not necessary!"

After repeated confirmation, the man carried the food and kowtowed to Liu Mingyu: "Young Master Xie, the young master will live a hundred years old and be rich and noble..."

"Nail, reputation 1, reputation 1..."

More and more tenants lined up to start receiving food.

Liu Mingyu heard a wave of electronic sounds: "Reputation 1, 1, 1..."

Seeing his reputation rapidly increasing from zero to 157, Liu Mingyu felt a little nervous, was it worth it?

However, at this moment, smoke began to rise from the homes of Jiagou farmers.

As the smoke rose, Liu Mingyu felt a little moved. This is what the fireworks on earth should look like.

Liu Mingyu and Yang Xianxian walked to their farmyard.

The room was cold, and Yang Xianxian couldn't help but tremble.

"Yan'er, raise a few braziers!"

Not to mention that Yang Xianxian felt cold, Liu Mingyu also felt cold.

Although there were four braziers in the house, Liu Mingyu still felt cold.

At this moment, an electronic sound came from Liu Mingyu's ear: "Congratulations to the host, his reputation has exceeded 1,000 for the first time. I will give you a bronze treasure chest."

Liu Mingyu was full of doubts: "Wealthy!"

"Young Master!"

"How many people are there in Jiagou?"

"There are less than two hundred men, women, young and old together, right?"

Now Liu Mingyu became even more confused.

"How did this reputation come from the Thousand-Thousandth?"

No one answered Liu Mingyu's question.

Liu Mingyu thought to himself: "System, I want to ask a question."

"Ten points of reputation are deducted. Host may I ask!"

"There are not a thousand tenants in Jiagou. How did my thousand reputation come from?"

"The system detected an increase in reputation."

Liu Mingyu did not ask another question. He probably did good deeds. Even if he did not directly benefit from it, he would praise him as a good person, and his reputation increased.

"Bronze Treasure Chest, do the host need to open it?"

"Open!"
Chapter completed!