Early July.
The potatoes planted in Chenjiagou in March have all matured, and it is already the harvest season. Not only are the villagers from this village gathered around, but also people from several neighboring villages are coming.
Not only that, Han Xi also asked more than 20 li in the territory to send ten people from each li.
The first is to help harvest potatoes, and the second is to let these people see the amazing yield of potatoes.
At the entrance of the village, thousands of people gathered under the big locust tree.
Han Xi was shaking a small wooden bucket.
Chenjiagou's heart was in a state of ups and downs as the barrel swayed.
Because the signature inside the barrel determines how much tax will be paid this year.
Soon, a wooden stick was shaken out, and everyone looked at the wooden stick that fell to the ground.
Han Xi stepped forward and picked up the wooden sign, took a look at it and said, "Chen Changnian's field."
Hearing this, everyone looked at a man who came out with a silly smile and whispered.
"It's going to be bad. The long-term fields are close to the pond, so the yield is probably very high."
"Hey! Why didn't you choose my field?"
The people in Chenjiagou were talking in low voices.
That's right, Han Xi's method of collecting taxes is to randomly select a family's field from Chenjiagou. As long as potatoes are planted in the next five years, Chenjiagou's field tax will be calculated based on the wooden lot drawn today.
"Let's go!" Han Xi waved his hand, and a group of people followed him to the field managed by Chen Changnian.
Chen Changnian's farm is in a good location, with 20 acres of paddy fields and 20 acres of dry fields. Even the dry fields are slightly better than the fields on the mountainside because they are close to the pond.
Soon, more than two hundred people from the neighboring village began to dig potatoes, while people from the same village watched.
The villagers in the next village worked very hard, checking every inch of the land carefully for fear of missing a potato. At this time, he was thinking about asking the Chenjiagou people to pay more taxes. Who would let them deduct the taxes when they usually release water? Searched.
With the efforts of more than two hundred people, all the potatoes were piled together in less than an hour.
There are more than a dozen potato hills piled on more than 40 acres of land.
"Bring the scale up." Han Xi shouted.
Soon, more than a dozen people brought four scales up.
Each of these scales can weigh up to 150 kilograms, which is exactly one stone.
Potatoes were put into baskets with mashed potatoes, and everyone around them held their breaths to watch the excitement.
The people in Chenjiagou were already cursing at this time.
"In Anning Village, what do you mean by grabbing dirt and putting it in the basket?"
"That's right! It's too much."
When people from Anning Village next door saw the discovery, they just pretended to shake off a trace of mud, but there was still a lot of mud put into the basket.
Han Xi didn't care about this. The heavier it was, the more taxes he would collect!
Soon, hundreds of baskets of potatoes were piled next to the scale, waiting to be weighed.
Baskets of potatoes were weighed and dumped out of the fields to be filled with new potatoes.
Just like that, it lasted half an hour.
The farmers in Chenjiagou were also in suspense for half an hour.
When the last two baskets of potatoes were weighed, everyone looked at Han Xi.
Han Xi frowned as he held the harvest record, and the hearts of everyone in Chenjiagou could not help but sink.
"Twenty acres of dry land, harvest potatoes for 300 shi, twenty acres of paddy field, harvest 400 shi." Han Xi read out the harvest, but he was not very satisfied with this number.
By cleaning the soil and drying it, it is estimated that it will save twenty dan, which means that the average yield per mu is about two thousand kilograms.
It was thousands of kilograms less than the potatoes that Han Xi carefully tended per acre.
Compared to Han Xi's dissatisfaction, people in other villages were dumbfounded.
You must know that when they grow wheat, the harvest from one acre of dry land is only seven dou at the best time, and the harvest from twenty acres of land can only be fourteen dou.
These potatoes are actually twenty times more productive than wheat.
After hearing this, the farmers in Chenjiagou all smiled, but some also looked sad, wondering whether their fields would be able to produce such a harvest.
"Okay! Everyone be quiet." Han Xi shouted loudly.
Everyone around them became quiet after hearing this.
Seeing that everyone was quiet, Han Xi announced loudly: "Chenjiagou, in the next five years, the potato cultivation on the dry land will receive four stones and five buckets per mu, and on the paddy fields, the harvest will be six stones. The government will buy the potatoes for one stone and one tael."
When Han Xi finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.
"One stone is one tael of silver, so how many taels of silver are the potatoes here worth?"
"At least six or seven hundred taels!"
"Will the government give me six to seven hundred taels?"
The people around him were like boiling water in a frying pan.
Everyone looked at Han Xi.
"Chen Changnian had 40 acres of cultivated land, 20 acres of paddy fields, and 20 acres of dry land. He harvested a total of 700 shi of potatoes, deducting 30% of the land tax, a total of 210 shi, deducting 10 taels of seed fees, and 30 taels of agricultural fertilizer. In the end, you can get grain silver Four hundred and fifty taels." Han Xi finished reading loudly.
Then someone brought a box up.
The box was opened, and there was shining silver inside.
Chen Changnian was at a loss when he saw so much silver. How dare he ask for this silver? Four hundred and fifty taels. He really wanted this silver. I'm afraid there might be thieves here tonight.
Unexpectedly, the surrounding countryside's eyes were glowing red, just like a wolf in the dark night.
"This, this, this, the county magistrate, I can't accept this money. Just give us a year's rations." Chen Changnian waved his hand and said.
At this time, Han Xi was also smiling, because the panel had changed. I saw that the panel data at this time is.
Population: 33,002
Maximum troop strength: 1550/1650
Money: 309 taels/silver
Popular support: 36
Food: 374 stones
Yes, the seed money and fertilizer money that Han Xi just added are included. This is really unexpected.
"Hey! You earned this money through your hard work. Don't be jealous. Anyone who wants to grow potatoes can come to the Yamen to register."
"Chang Nian! If you are afraid that it is not safe to keep your money at home, you can deposit it at Heifeng Bank and withdraw as much as you need." Han Xi smiled and patted Chen Changnian on the shoulder.
Seeing that Chen Changnian still wanted to refuse, several young people in the crowd hurriedly ran out and said, "Dad, let's listen to the county magistrate."
"Yes, Dad, our family is not the only one who has received so much money. In a few days, everyone else in the village will be like us."
At this time, Li Zheng from Chenjiagou also stood up and advised: "Yes, since the county magistrate has given it to you, you should accept it. If anyone cares about you then, the county magistrate will definitely protect you."
After saying that, he looked at the people around him with red eyes, especially the people in Anning Village downstream.
Seeing everyone's persuasion, Chen Changnian could only nod in agreement.
"Okay, I'll dig up the other potatoes in Chenjiagou and send them to the county seat myself. The rest of the people should disperse!" Han Xi said with a smile.
Now Han Xi is eager to go back and verify another idea, that is, what is the system's recycling price for potatoes stored in the warehouse.
If the recycling price is 400 cents per stone, it will really be a huge profit.
This is equivalent to fifteen shi of wheat produced from one acre of land.
