A year's harvest of 960,000 taels of silver was made, and the system's wheat was worth one stone and four taels of silver.
In other words, Han Xi could purchase 2.4 million shi of grain.
Thinking of this, Han Xi couldn't help laughing.
What is the concept of two million and four hundred thousand stones of wheat?
Calculating the output of seven bushels per mu in Yan'an Prefecture, that is a yearly harvest of three million acres of cultivated land.
What is the concept of three million acres of cultivated land?
Consider a household of ten people cultivating fifty acres. That is the harvest of more than 600,000 people working in 60,000 households in one year.
The entire Yan'an Prefecture is estimated to have only about one million people!
But soon, Han Xi calmed down. He didn't seem to have so much money!
If you want to get more than 900,000 silver taels a year, at least there will be three to four million silver flowing in the jurisdiction.
Based on Han Xi's hand rubbing speed of 30,000 to 40,000 taels a day, it would take at least three or four months.
At that time, I didn’t know if I would be able to catch the autumn harvest.
"Hey! I'm being stupid." Han Xi muttered. Chenjiagou is just planting potatoes this year, so there is no need for so much money.
I'm afraid that the blacksmith shop would not be able to meet Chenjiagou's need for grain and silver.
The blacksmith shop now has a system silver mine that can be purchased from Han Xi to refine 10,000 taels at a cost of 3,000 imperial coins. This is a quite astonishing output, considering that the Ming Dynasty's annual silver production was approximately more than 300,000 taels.
It is because of its small production that silver can become a precious metal and a trading currency.
After the price of grain was determined, a big stone fell in Han Xi's heart.
Yan'an Prefecture. Prefect's Yamen.
The prefect checked the official documents submitted from various places. There were particularly many official documents in the past few months. All kinds of rebels emerged from all over the country.
"There are tens of thousands of rebels in Yichuan County, and they are very powerful. Please ask the state government to send troops to encircle and suppress them." The magistrate read in a low voice.
After finishing reading, the magistrate closed his eyes and pondered, thinking about where Yichuan County was. After pondering for a long time, he finally remembered where Yichuan County was.
Then he threw the official document aside carelessly.
Now there are rebellions all over Yan'an Prefecture. I don't know how many official documents this is asking the prefecture to send troops to encircle and suppress. The Ansai County next door to the prefecture has also fallen.
However, there are less than 5,000 officers and soldiers in Yan'an Prefecture, and they are still busy putting out fires everywhere! Where is the air traffic control in such a remote county?
After thinking about it, the magistrate felt that this was not possible at all, so he finally spread out a piece of paper and prepared to ask Yanzhou to send troops to encircle and suppress him.
Soon, the official documents of the prefect were taken by a yamen officer and sent to Yanzhou.
However, the officer who delivered the official document was very unlucky. He was killed by a group of pole men on the way and took away the horse.
As a result, this official document was thrown directly into the wilderness.
March of the second year of Chongzhen.
Various places in Yichuan County have begun preparing for spring plowing.
Because Yan'an Prefecture in northern Shaanxi suffered from drought and then frost the year before last, a large amount of cultivated land failed to harvest. Many villages were deserted and they all fled to famine.
At this time, Yichuan County had a population of 32,000 people and 5,100 households.
Among them, there are 4,500 farmers, so 1,600 hectares of cultivated land are equally divided among households, and each household can cultivate about 35 acres.
Because there are good fields and poor fields.
Therefore, Han Xi planned a policy of increasing five acres and subtracting five acres. For good land, five acres would be reduced, and for poor land, five acres would be added. Twenty cows were distributed per mile.
Taxes were also agreed upon with the farmers, and they were charged three out of ten. Most of the farmers had no objections. After all, many farmers came from taxing four or five out of ten.
Chenjiagou.
Han Xi wore official robes and looked a bit slovenly. In order to divide the farmland in the past two months, he lost a lot of hair. For this reason, he also hired more than 40 civil servants to assist him, but he still felt that he was too busy.
"Raise up the soil a little, you are digging too deep." Han Xi, wearing official robes, was giving instructions on the farmland, and he really seemed to have some integrity.
If no one told them, no one would know that Han Xi and his group were bandits!
After taking a look at the busy figures on the mountainside and the sound of rushing water, Han Xi found that he still liked Chenjiagou.
Chenjiagou has reclaimed two hectares of wasteland in the past two months. There are already twenty-one hectares of cultivated land.
One hectare of farmland is planted with rice and the rest is planted with potatoes.
If everything goes well, Chenjiagou will be able to harvest 40,000 tons of potatoes and 100 tons of rice this year.
Forty thousand kilo of potatoes is enough to feed more than 30,000 people in Yichuan County for half a year.
Thinking about it, Han Xi was inexplicably accomplished. He used more than 20 hectares of land to feed more than 30,000 people for half a year.
If it were replaced by wheat, it would probably require more than 700 hectares of land.
Busy time always flies by.
In the blink of an eye, March has passed again.
The potato seedlings on the land in Chenjiagou have turned yellow, and many wheat seedlings have withered.
After more than ten days, the potato seedlings will wither and the harvest will be ready.
At this time, many people gathered at the entrance of Chenjiagou Village.
These are all gathered from nearby.
Of course, these people came not to see the potato harvest, but for the water source.
Starting in April and ending in June. There has never been a single rain in Yichuan.
Many wheat seedlings are dry.
People in other villages had to work hard to carry water to the river for watering.
Fortunately, the county did not want to go back during the 20 years since spring plowing.
Han Xi planned to bring them back together when the food was brought.
Compared with other villages that have to transport water to the river, the village where Chenjiagou is located has one more choice.
That is to let Chenjiagou release water back into the river, so that their wheat fields several miles downstream can be irrigated.
At this time, many people gathered under the big locust tree at the head of the village with hoes.
It is common for thousands of people to fight for water nearby.
"Hey! Village Chief Chen, just go ahead and let the water run for three days, and we only need to irrigate for three days. Besides, the potatoes and other things you planted are about to be harvested, so there is no need for water irrigation."
"That's right! If Chenjiagou hadn't blocked the upstream, the river downstream wouldn't have dried up so fast!"
"yes!"
The people around him were talking a lot.
"I've told you this so many times. This reservoir was dug by the county magistrate. How dare I release the water indiscriminately." The head of Chenjiagou said helplessly.
"Yes! It's useless for you to make things difficult for me."
At this time, people from Chenjiagou's own village also started to help.
The other village chiefs and village owners were a little speechless. What they didn't know was the county magistrate. What they knew was that the people in the county were just a bunch of polemics. How dare they go.
"Yes, yes, the county magistrate has promised to release the water for three days." Suddenly someone ran over on the field ridge and shouted.
Hearing the shouting, everyone turned around and saw a young man coming with a group of people wearing government uniforms.
The leader was Xu San.
Walking to the entrance of the village, Xu San raised his head and said: "It's all gone, it's all gone. Let the water be released in three days. Go back and dig a pond to store water."
"Hehehe, why do you bother Xu Tou to come over here?"
"yes!"
There were many people around who were complimenting me.
Xu San ignored these people. He came here to get a gun from the blacksmith shop, and he just talked about the water release in passing.
