Want to raise money to buy seeds yourself?
Xu Genyou had a grimace on his face. The little money he got from selling charcoal years ago was used to buy food. Now he has no money.
But if we don’t buy seeds as soon as possible, we have already lost the winter wheat harvest. If there is less corn, we will go hungry again this year.
Tian Gui also frowned.
All the money he had went to the town to buy rice last time, and he had no money.
Seeing that the two of them were in trouble, Jiang Zhi waited for a moment and then said: "Go and ask other people if they can raise some money. Xiaoman and I can come up with a hundred coins in total!"
Although she had a few taels of silver on her, she couldn't take care of everything in this situation.
I am the village chief, not a parent, so I cannot possibly raise a giant baby!
Moreover, Zhang Juntou couldn't just ask for it easily.
You always have to pay back what you owe. If you break the rules from the beginning and develop inertia, you will have to rely on others to help you if you don't take care of everything in the future.
"Thank you, Village Chief Jiang. I'll discuss it with other people right now. Take out whatever you can get. It's important to buy seeds!" Tian Gui gritted his teeth.
With Village Chief Jiang's words, he had to take a stand.
Tian Gui knew that the last time Jiang Zhi went to town to sell rushes and straw sandals was two hundred cents, which was all he had left after spending money.
Xu Genyou also said: "Aunt Jiang, then I will also think of a way!"
Everyone has to work hard, even if they get three to five cents.
Seeing that the two agreed to persuade others, Jiang Zhi told Zhang Juntou about Zhang Juntou's request to cut down trees to provide labor: "We must quickly cultivate seedlings and sow seeds, and squeeze out time for corvee service."
When they heard that they were about to serve as corvees, Xu Genyou and Tian Gui had no reaction.
In the past, there were two months of corvee work every year for building roads, building embankments, boiling salt and digging wells.
Not only did they have to travel a long way, they had no money or food, but they also had to work in the water in freezing weather, otherwise they would have to pay two taels of silver for "work on behalf of money."
Those tax collectors are so evil!
Two taels of silver is not a small amount for an ordinary family. If you don't pay, you can only provide money. Those who die or die are responsible for themselves.
Those roads and embankments have never been repaired well. They are repaired every year, but they collapse every year, and the people are recruited every year.
As the length of the corvee period increases, the amount of money required to do the work will naturally increase. For a family with a large number of people, this amount will cost five taels of silver each year.
The harsh government is fiercer than the tiger, and it is really miserable.
But now the New Army has said that in the future, there is no need to pay such high taxes, and corvee labor can also be done with ordinary wages, and the time will not exceed one month.
The common people do not understand the disputes in the court, what is the king and what is the emperor, let alone the world.
The emperor's words are not as good as those of the county magistrate.
They only know that all they do is cultivate the land to support themselves, pay taxes and perform corvee labor, and live like ants. If they don't cultivate for a day, they have nothing to eat.
Anyone who can make life easier for himself is a good person!
Seeing that they had no objection, Jiang Zhi continued: "Inspector Zhang said that the tree that was cut down belongs to us."
"Village Chief Jiang, this is true! Can we get wood?"
Tian Gui was a little excited: he didn't have to do corvee labor in the winter, and it was right in front of his house. There were trees that he could take back. He needed wood to build a house, so it was just a waste of money.
"Yes, not only are there trees, the county government also promised to waive taxes this year..."
When he heard that he could get tax exemption, Xu Genyou, who had been looking sad just now, his eyes lighted up: Tax exemption!
Even if the tax rate is 10% as stated by the New Army, my family can save hundreds of kilograms of food.
"Okay, let's talk to the others now!" Xu Genyou clenched his fists and made up his mind.
In his heart, food was the most important thing. If it didn't work out, he would put aside his face and go to the town to ask his brother's father-in-law for a loan.
Xu Errui was the one to talk to other people about money.
Jiang Zhi was also not idle.
She found Xu Genyou's mother, Mrs. Liu, and chatted with her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Tian, hoping to connect with her and learn about the situation of the women in the village.
But I didn't expect that the original person was too tough before, making Liu's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law tremble before she even opened her mouth, and she said she didn't know anything she asked.
This was too exaggerated. Jiang Zhi could only talk nonsense and walked out of the shack.
Zhang Juntou and the others now live in a medical shed, with fewer people than before, and are separated from the village by a wall.
In addition, with the gate open, you cannot come and go casually with the villagers.
The rest are just shacks.
Compared with the messy shacks of each household a few years ago, now they are barely habitable. Ditches are dug in front of and behind each house, and firewood is piled in disorder.
Cang Zizu only knows etiquette, and spiritual civilization is built on the basis of material civilization. Jiang Zhi can only turn a blind eye at this time.
She only stood for a moment, and Xu Errui and others came over with a group of people: "Mom, they said they could raise money, so they asked how to buy it?"
Behind him, Xu Gensheng and others were excited and anxious: Tax-free! If you can grow more grains, it's all yours, but how do you divide the money and seeds?
Jiang Zhi has no house in the village, and every shack is crowded, so he can only work in the open air.
Fortunately, it is March now, and the afternoon sun is very bright. It falls on the body through the young leaves that have just grown. The light and shadow are fine, neither cold nor hot.
When soldiers destroyed the village, the stone table and stone walls were not destroyed. You could sit on it with a straw mound and a wooden board as a table.
So, a group of men gathered around and talked about money to buy seeds.
You have ten coins, I have twenty coins, and you still have some savings, grit your teeth and take out a lot of copper coins.
To Jiang Zhi's surprise, there was actually a scholar among the immigrants.
At this time, Xia Shuyan was standing in front of Jiang Zhi.
He looks like he is twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, and he really feels like a lost scholar.
His face was pale and his body was thin and thin, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.
The long gown on his body was patched and washed and turned white. The most worrying thing was that his eyes were empty and his expression was in a trance. He stood in front of people and did not communicate with others. He only muttered and recited articles.
This is sick!
Xia Shuyan's mother, who had brought Xia Shuyan here, pulled Jiang Zhi and begged in a low voice: "Village Chief Jiang, my son has failed the exam for a long time. He was laughed at by his classmates in school and ridiculed by others when he came home. He has become obsessed with it. He only knows how to endorse every day. A crazy martial artist who wants to beat and curse people.
The doctor said that this is a heart disease, and he needs to open his mind and travel to various places.
"We stayed here to recuperate because of the beautiful scenery here. We also hope that Village Chief Jiang can forgive him for his rudeness."
Jiang Zhi understood the meaning behind her words. Xia Shuyan had been driven crazy by verbal abuse and wanted to recuperate here.
She didn't ask any more about the reason, nor did she show any strangeness to Xia Shuyan. She just said gently: "Sister-in-law Xia, don't worry, I need the scholar to help record the accounts."
Xia's mother nodded: "I have already heard from your young master that Shuyan can still read and keep accounts even if he doesn't talk to anyone."
Jiang Zhi wanted to laugh. As soon as he became the village chief, Xu Errui was called a young master!
But with these words, Xia Mu asked her to look at her a few more times.
He is older than me, his burlap clothes are all patched, his complexion is sallow, and his hands are covered with purple scars from frostbite. At first glance, he looks like a hardworking person.
But her back was straight, courteous, and her words and deeds were different from those of ordinary village women.
Xia Shuyan is indeed good at keeping accounts. Although his behavior is different from ordinary people, it is normal when he gets pen and paper.
The little bits and pieces of the villagers' money were clearly recorded by him in beautiful regular script.
