Before the case, grains and cereals are offered.

Chen Tang lit the incense candle.

This time she learned her lesson.

The small note prepared was tried to avoid Yan Ling as much as possible, and kept silently chanting in my heart, "This is the Lord's prayer, not Yan Ling, you must never make any mistakes." He stared at his Dan Mansion.

If she was facing a great enemy, she would be more than the one who was in a big way, and Chu Yao and Qishan were also tense and stared at Chen Tang's reaction.

I am afraid that someone will lose his mind and his literary spirit will be empty.

Fortunately, this scene did not happen.

【Thank God!】

This is the true feelings of several literary scholars at the moment. Chen Tang seemed to have fought a war, and was sweating from behind.

The common people around him also worshipped devoutly.

There were even white-haired old men with their backs hunched over and turned around to wipe their tears. When they were poor before, they had to eat enough and had no work to do, even if they were farming, they could not grow them. Every household digs vegetables, drinks water and eats the bark of trees, and once dugs several mountains to baldness.

After a year of enduring.

They didn't expect that God was finally willing to give them a pity and sent them a county magistrate who really thought about them. As soon as Chen Tang finished, he heard the sound of crying from the crowd.

Even the youngest children are no longer naughty.

Follow the parents obediently and learn to worship.

They have already remembered it and know the pain of hunger.

The ceremony ended and the most critical link was reached.

Chen Tang rolled up his clothes and trousers and stepped on the floor.

Take out a special large scissors.

The millet looks like an enlarged version of the dogtail grass. The roots are thick and the plant is thin and short, and the ends are heavy, making the entire plant almost fall. Chen Tang carefully cut it off and put it into the bamboo basket held by his elbow.

These acres of land are nominally owned by the government office.

Except for the farming and harvesting, Chen Tang needs to participate, they are taken care of by a dedicated person at other times. It can be seen that these acres of millet are well taken care of. It looks golden, with neither immature green nor diseased black.

The ears grow strong and each bunch is heavy and heavy.

Chen Tang cut half of the basket with his big scissors, which was quite interesting, so he turned his head and waved to Qi Shan and a few, "What are you doing while standing?"

Don't be lazy if you have one.

"Ye, come here."

He was used to the lord's carefree and bold style, and everyone did not say anything that "they are not in line with the etiquette" at this time.

The common people also began to work enthusiastically, and each area was filled with a small official responsible for counting the yield per mu staring at him.

The children followed the adults to pick up the accidentally falling corn grains, and the fields were filled with labor.

One acre of land needs to be weighed after harvesting.

Because these fields are nominally belong to Chen Tang, they are rented from her to common people without land, that is, tenant farmers, and she will take the initiative to incorporate the rent into the land tax. The land tax is linked to the quality of the farmland and the average yield per mu in a nearby area.

Each acre collects land tax based on this proportion.

If the harvest is good, collect more.

The harvest difference will be less.

In order to reduce the workload, the governor's office decided to randomly select a few acres of land in a place on the first day of autumn harvest, calculate the output of each acre, and set the land tax for the year.

Each acre of land was carefully re-measured and divided by Gu Chi, and the data here can be believed.

According to past records, millet yield is not high.

Even if you are the most experienced farmer, you will work hard to serve fertile and high-quality fertile land for a whole year, and you will only have three stones per acre. If you use poor fertility and poor land for ordinary people, it would be good if you have a sl of fertility and yield per acre.

Chen Tang looked nervously at the weighing clerk.

I want to urge but I dare not.

"How? How? How many stones?"

The separatist countries were divided, and each country used slightly different units. Chen Tang weighed the copper power used in Xin State, and one stone was about thirty kilograms. It is said that the Geng State had about 50 kilograms of one stone, because of the different measurements, it could cost people's lives.

The minor official weighs it, also weighs it.

The voice shivered: "Four, four stones, two jin and three jin..."

"Four stones, two jin and three jin?"

Chen Tang quickly changed his heart.

Isn’t it just about 250 pounds?

Even if you take off your shell, it’s much more than before!

The little official was almost trembling with joy.

He hasn't seen this per mu yield in many years?

This is definitely a harvest!!!

The yield per mu of the fields was around four stones. Chen Tang waited and other officials rushed over to report the news. Those fields were not as high as four stones, but they were about three and a half stones.

In areas outside Fugu City, the yield per mu is about three stones.

This per mu yield is enough to make the common people cry and cheer. You should know that this year's long-term year is not a good year, and the weather is not very good. Most of them are newly reclaimed fields, and the fertility is not well cultivated and accumulated. The per mu yield is as high as two stones.

As a result, the output exceeded expectations by a huge margin!

If we encounter a real maturity and good harvest, we should not turn over the yield per mu. The little official's hand holding the bamboo slip was shaking.

Chen Tang thought this number was not high.

She vaguely remembered that there should be crops with a yield of 60 or 70 stones per mu. The yield was so high that it was so high. She just looked at the fields and couldn't help but wiping tears. Thank God and the common people of Shen Jun. Chen Tang couldn't help but smile.

Forget it, surprises have to be progressed layer by layer.

Gu Chi chuckled in his ears: "Is the lord happy?"

Chen Tang turned around after hearing this: "What do you think?"

She is so happy that she can't speak.

Gu Chi saw all kinds of sentient beings, but he did not express his inner feelings.

【It's a great blessing to have you.】

Chen Tang simply sat down on the ridge of the field.

Looking at the busy people, I slowly recited: "Sow a grain of millet in spring, harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn, and there is no idle field in the world... I won't say the next sentence, it's bad luck. In short, I hope that one day no one in the world will die because of a bit of food..."

Qi Shan was very pleased to hear this.

The lord was finally able to recite the spirit of words normally.

Chu Yao was also very relieved.

Only Kang Shi remembered a disappointing thing: "Lord, should you pay back the food and grass you borrowed from the Alliance army before?"

Chen Tang: "..."

He said with a tough attitude and righteous attitude: "I borrowed it with my ability, why should I pay it back? Besides, this day has not been enough. When will the granary of our Heyin Office be filled with grains and can't be filled with grains, I will pay them back..."

Deeply versed in the essence of deadbeats.

Kang Shi: "That's right, everyone is richer than us."

It is impossible to wait for the lord to put the rice into the pot.

Everyone talked and laughed in a pleasant atmosphere.

On that end, the little official had packed up several acres of corn and asked Chen Tang how to deal with them.

Chen Tang said, "It is better to have fun with everyone than to have fun with them alone. Such good things must be shared with you gentlemen!"

Let everyone taste the corn she grew.

Millet porridge is soft and smooth, and it is sweeter and more beautiful.

Not only Qi Shan, but Gong Shuwu, who has now taken the position of He Yin Duwei, also has a share. Zhao Feng led his troops to help the common people collect grain. If he is not nearby, he will remember his share.

Hehe, I don’t have much, I’ll show my feelings. Let’s share the joy together and look forward to a better future year.

She knew how many pounds each person could get.

That's what Chen Tang thought.

Unexpectedly, everyone started bleeding noses without warning.

Everyone: "????"

Chen Tang: "..."

Covering your nose together or something...

This scene is a bit magical.

She realized it and remembered what she had overlooked.

Before she could come back to her senses, the energy of heaven and earth was surging.

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It was originally supposed to be 4,000 words, but because I converted to find the yield per mu of corn, I couldn't figure it out for two hours. It was too difficult for this thing to have a vertical traditional Chinese character, and the head was too big, and each dynasty unit was still different. Damn.

So if there is a problem with the data, everyone will ignore it or if a big shot comes up, I will change it tomorrow.

Wow (╥╯^╰╥)
Chapter completed!