Grains and cereals are offered in front of the table.
Shen Tang lit the incense and candles.
This time she learned her lesson.
He tried to avoid the Word Spirit with the prepared small note, and kept repeating in his heart, "This is the Lord's prayer, not the Word Spirit. I must not make any more mistakes," and stared at his own Danfu.
She was not the only one who felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Chu Yao, Qi Shan and the others were also on edge, their eyes fixed on Shen Tang's reaction.
I am afraid that if I lose my concentration, my literary spirit will be lost.
Fortunately, this did not happen.
Thank God!
This was the true feeling of several literati at the moment. Shen Tang also felt like he had fought a battle, with cold sweat on his back.
The common people around also worshipped devoutly.
There were even white-haired old men who hunched their backs and secretly turned around to wipe their tears. When they were poor, they could not even grow crops, let alone have enough food to eat and work. Every household dug vegetables to drink water and ate tree bark, and at one point several mountains were dug until they were bald.
Endure year after year.
They didn't expect that God would finally show mercy to them and send them a county governor who really cared about them. As soon as Shen Tang finished, he heard sobbing sounds coming from the crowd.
Even the youngest children are no longer naughty.
Follow your parents and learn how to worship.
They have some memory and know the pain of being hungry.
After the ceremony, it was time for the most critical part.
Shen Tang rolled up his shirt and trouser legs and got down to the ground.
He took out a pair of specially made large scissors.
The millet looked like an enlarged version of dogtail grass, with thick roots and a thin, short plant body. The end was so heavy that the whole plant almost fell down. Shen Tang carefully cut it off and put it in the bamboo basket on his elbow.
These acres of land nominally belong to the government office.
Except for the farming and harvesting, which required Shen Tang's participation, the rest of the time was taken care of by a special person. It can be seen that these acres of millet were well taken care of. Looking around, it was all golden, with no immature green or diseased black.
The ears are long and strong, and each bundle is heavy and substantial.
Shen Tang used the big scissors to cut a small half of the basket, which was quite interesting. He turned around and waved at Qi Shan and the others: "What are you standing there for?"
Don't even think of being lazy.
"Wei, I'm coming right up."
Accustomed to their lord's carefree and bold style, everyone did not say anything to spoil the fun that was "not in accordance with etiquette" at this time.
The common people also began to work enthusiastically, and in each area there was a clerk responsible for counting the yield per mu watching on the side.
The children followed the adults and picked up the corn kernels that had accidentally fallen, and the fields were filled with the shadows of people working hard.
After harvesting an acre of land, the weight must be weighed.
Because these fields nominally belonged to Shen Tang, she rented them out to common people who had no land, that is, tenant farmers, and she decided to include the rent into the field tax. The level of the field tax was linked to the quality of the farmland and the average per-acre yield in the surrounding area.
Land tax is levied on each acre based on this ratio.
If the harvest is good, harvest more.
If the harvest is poor, harvest less.
In order to reduce the workload, the government office decided to randomly select a few acres of land in an area on the first day of autumn harvest, calculate the output of each acre, and set the land tax for that year.
Every acre of land has been carefully measured and divided by Gu Chi, so the data here can be trusted.
According to past records, millet production is not high.
Even the most experienced farmer, using fertile and high-quality land, and working hard for a whole year, can only produce about three shi per mu. If the common people use poor and infertile land, they can only get one shi per mu.
Shen Tang looked at the clerk who was weighing the items nervously.
I want to urge him but I don’t dare.
"How is it? How is it? How many stones?"
There were hundreds of states, and each state used slightly different units. Shen Tang weighed the copper weight used by Xin State, and found that one stone was about 30 kilograms. It was said that one stone in Geng State was about 50 kilograms. Because of the different measurements, the conversion could cost lives.
The clerk weighed and weighed again.
The voice was trembling: "Four, four stones, two jins, three catties..."
"Four stone, two jin, and three catties?"
Shen Tang's mind quickly changed.
Isn’t it just about two hundred and fifty pounds
Even after shedding the shell, there is still much more than before!
The clerk was almost trembling with joy.
How many years has it been since he last saw this yield per mu
This is definitely a good harvest!!!
The yield per mu of several acres of land was around four shi. Shen Tang waited for a while, and other minor officials came running to report the news. Those fields were not as high as four shi, but they were also around three and a half shi.
The area outside Fugu City has an output of about three stones per mu.
This per-acre yield is enough to make common people cry for joy and cheer. You have to know that this year is far from a bumper year. The weather is not very good. Most of the fields are newly reclaimed and the fertility has not been cultivated and accumulated. The yield per-acre is at most two stones.
As a result, the output exceeded expectations by a large margin!
If it was a truly good year, wouldn't the yield per mu double? The clerk's hands were shaking as he held the bamboo slips.
Shen Tang thought this number was not high.
She vaguely remembered that there should be crops with an output of 60 to 70 dan per mu, which was considered high. But looking at the common people in the fields wiping tears, thanking God and Mr. Shen, knowing that they would finally have a prosperous year next year, Shen Tang couldn't help but smile.
Never mind, surprises have to come layer by layer.
Gu Chi chuckled in my ear: "My lord, are you happy?"
Shen Tang turned around and asked, "What do you think?"
She was so happy that she couldn't speak.
Gu Chi saw all kinds of people, but did not express his inner feelings.
It’s a great blessing to have you.
Shen Tang simply sat down on the edge of the field.
Looking at the busy crowd, he recited leisurely: "In spring, plant a grain of millet, and in autumn, harvest ten thousand seeds. There is no idle land in the world... I won't recite the next sentence, it's unlucky. Anyway, I hope that one day no one in the world will die because of a mouthful of food..."
Qishan was very pleased to hear this.
The lord can finally recite the words normally.
Chu Yao was also very relieved.
Only Kang Shi remembered something that spoiled his mood: "My Lord, do we need to return the food and grass we borrowed from the allied forces?"
Shen Tang: “…”
With a tough attitude, he said confidently: "I borrowed it with my own ability, why should I return it? Besides, I haven't even had a full day yet. When our granary in the Heyin government office is full of grains, I will return it to them..."
He is well aware of the essence of being a deadbeat.
Kang Shi: "That's true. Everyone is richer than us."
It's impossible to wait for the lord to cook this little rice.
Everyone was chatting and laughing in a happy atmosphere.
On the other side, the clerk had already collected several acres of millet and asked Shen Tang how to deal with it.
Shen Tang said, "It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Such a good thing should naturally be shared with all of you gentlemen!"
Let everyone taste the corn she grows.
Millet porridge is soft, glutinous and smooth, and it tastes even better with a little sweetness.
Not only Qishan and others, but also Gong Shuwu, who is now the commander of the Heyin Commandery, has a share. Zhao Feng is leading his soldiers to help the common people collect food, so he is not nearby, so remember to give him a share.
Hey, it’s not a lot, just want to show my appreciation. Let’s all share in the joy and look forward to a better year ahead.
She knew exactly how much each person could get.
This is what Shen Tang thought.
Unexpectedly, everyone started to bleed from their noses without any warning.
Everyone: “???”
Shen Tang: “…”
Everyone covers their noses or something...
This scene is somewhat magical.
She later realized what she had overlooked.
Before she could come to her senses, the energy of heaven and earth shook and surged.
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