Chapter 7 Grain Substitution
"What advice does the scholar have?" asked the village chief.
"This severe drought may last for a long time, and the village should prepare early." Yan Huaiwen said seriously.
"Hiss!" Village head Luo couldn't hold the bowl anymore, put it down quickly, and asked anxiously, "What do you say? Brother Wen, what did you hear in the town?"
He was in a hurry, and he called Yan Huaiwen's nickname directly.
San Tie quietly looked at Mr. Xiucai, and was relieved to see that he was not angry.
Grandpa told me at home that the boss of the Yan family is different from those peasants who plan and eat in the soil. He can no longer call Wen Ge Wen Ge, but should respectfully call him a scholar.
Yan's second brother looked at his elder brother unexpectedly.
What's the situation?
Scholars know the world without going out?
Brother, did you know there was going to be a drought so early?
Trying to recall the plot of the book told by my daughter, it seems that there is no such paragraph...
Could it be because of their arrival that the plot has changed?
Yan Huaiwen had to use unwarranted news to cover up his foresight.
"That's right, I heard that Qintian monitoring calculated that there will be a severe drought."
What supervisor? !
The grandparents of the Luo family couldn’t understand what it was, but they always had a great name, so they understood it according to their own weak cognition.
This is a place where you can pinch and count. People have measured it, and there will be a severe drought!
This must be believed!
Only a scholar can find out such useful information, and fame is different!
Village head Luo, who had experience fleeing from famine, couldn't sit still immediately. What he said was right, you have to make preparations early.
"The wheat in the field has to be harvested quickly, and the water in the old well has to be taken away. Before there is any movement in the nearby village, let's go first." Village head Luo was taken by his parents to flee famine and died on the road There are too many, on the way to escape from the famine, whoever walks first has a greater chance of survival.
The younger generation in the village has not experienced it, but the old people have all come from that time.
You can grasp the key points at the first time.
Yes, the most important thing is these two - water and food.
"There is one more thing, I would like to ask for your help." Yan Huaiwen looked at his younger brother and said helplessly: "Hui'an and his wife have been busy in the field for a day, they have to wait, the wheat in the field can't wait, I can't go out, please You help find some people to harvest the wheat in the field within three days, and my family is willing to use grain as a substitute."
The village chief nodded secretly.
This scholar is transparent.
At this time, it is hard to find short-term workers, and they all guard their own land.
But the food is different, even if it is less, there are more because people are willing to put in the effort.
He will release the news about the prison tomorrow, and there will only be more people rushing to help the Yan family recover the land.
San Tie's eyes lit up.
There are more people eating and more people working in their family.
My own land can be collected in three clicks or two.
"Master!" Santie whispered.
After being stared at severely, he fell silent.
"Mr. Xiucai, don't worry. It doesn't take three days. Two days is enough for your few acres of land." Village head Luo pondered for a while and asked, "Mr. Xiucai, where do you think we should go?"
He didn't have an idea in his mind, he knew he had to escape, and only by leaving could he survive.
But where could they go?
Thinking that his painstakingly managed family business will be abandoned again, he finally understands the feelings of his parents and grandma back then.
Reluctant!
"Go north, go to Guanzhou."
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Out of Yan's house, Santie asked his grandfather impatiently: "Master, why didn't you tell Mr. Xiucai that our family harvested the wheat for him?"
"No brains!" Old man Luo hated iron and steel, "Everything in our family is obvious. Don't people know that we have a lot of men? Don't even mention it, and let us help find people to work, just to take advantage of this benefit. Let’s go out and kiss more neighbors.”
Among his grandchildren, Santie is considered smart, and he is willing to teach him more. "We are different from the other villages. We each have our own ancestors. If we want the big guys to follow us on the road, we must let people feel some real benefits."
"Master, I don't understand. If they don't want to be with us, they will go their separate ways. What's the matter?" San Tie was puzzled, still thinking about the food promised by Mr. Xiucai.
"You are still young, and you don't have much experience, so you don't know the way here." The old man Luo said: "We want to escape from famine, which direction to go, which way to go, when to go, when to sleep, old and young Whether you want to take a car, who is looking for food and drink, who is keeping things and children, there are people who make up their minds, and there are people who help with work, and the big guys can find a way to survive together.”
"Mr. Xiucai is the most promising person in our village. Everyone respects him, but he doesn't have much contact with us on weekdays. If he wants everyone to work together, he must let everyone know that Mr. Xiucai is generous. He has a kind heart and is willing to make up for our suffering haha."
"As for why you want to go on the road together? You think the road to escape from famine is as peaceful as our village going to the town? If we are drought, the next village will not be drought? We can't survive, we have to go, people are so hungry, what is that? We can do anything! When we meet those who can’t survive, they want to fight us desperately and rob us of our rations. How can we survive? So the big guys have to stick together, guard our things, guard the old and the small in our village , living in a village for decades, knowing the basics, isn’t it better than partnering with outsiders?”
"My lord, the land of the Xiucai's family has gone to the grain tax and there is not much food tax. How many people can be rescued? Will the villagers be willing to follow? I heard that the south is very rich and can plant three stubbles of land a year. Good guy, that's no good. Eat big white flour steamed buns every day, and the old people in the village say that it is very cold in the north, which can freeze a person to death, and half of the water can freeze into icicles... Plant in spring and harvest in autumn, and you can plant one season a year, which is not as good as ours. "San Tie is really worried. Letting the water out is a big deal. What can I do if the little bird freezes to death!"
"It's not impossible to live in the north..." The old man Luo looked around cautiously, and said in a low voice: "We are harvesting wheat at this time, and the days are much earlier than usual, and the grain collectors in the yamen will not come down until ten days... "
Ten days!
The three irons hit a shock.
This year’s prospects in the field can be roughly estimated at a glance. It’s not a little bit less than in previous years. How much will be left after the grain tax is gone?
But what if you don’t pay taxes?
According to the days of previous years, when the grain collectors came down, they were already gone.
Fleeing famine! !
"Master!" Santie was excited, trembling as he spoke, "Is it really possible not to pay? Didn't it mean that if you don't pay taxes, you will be taken away and fined?"
"Keep your voice down!" The old man Luo accurately found his grandson's location in the dark night, gave him a hard look, and then said in a low voice: "It's not good in the south, there is little wasteland, after we get over the disaster, we will still be sent back. The north is different, there is a lot of wasteland, if we want to, most of them can stay."
"If a person stays, he has to re-register."
That's what I said, but old man Luo is still hesitant. Do you really want to go north?
Without the tax payment documents, the land might be taken away by the yamen without waiting for three years of abandonment.
Without land, they became homeless refugees.
Ignoring his grandson who was too happy to find Bei, old man Luo hurried home.
No way, I have to discuss it with a few old guys.
The house has arranged the two articles properly. Open the document and choose one to write at random. If something gets stuck, switch to another one, get stuck again, and cut again... I wrote three books when I was full. It seems that I can still call myself Cute new drop.
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(end of this chapter)