Yang Qian knew that this concept had been formed for a long time. A country's system could not be changed in an instant, and he was not a saint who could turn the tide.
"How was the rent allocated to the Liu family in the past?"
"Forty-six, four of us, six of them, but we need to pay the tax ourselves."
“How much is the sharecropping tax?”
"Ten percent of the tax is one, but it's okay to hide it a little. The head of the family has always asked us to pay half of the tax." The old man was born in the farm and is proficient in all the tricks there.
Yang Gan was silent for a while. He had never been interested in farming. At this time, the mistress walked outside with a bag of things.
"What do you usually grow? How is the harvest?"
"Most of the farm grows corn and wheat, as well as some mulberry trees, vegetables, melons and fruits. The yield of corn per acre is only a little more than two stones a year."
Yang Gan touched his chin. Unexpectedly, the crop yield in this era was so low that it was almost ninety kilograms per stone. Even one hundred kilograms was more than two stones.
It is equivalent to more than 200 kilograms, and one acre of land per year is only 200 kilograms. Nima, this is the rhythm of starving to death. No wonder people starved to death almost every year in ancient times.
"Then how do you usually plant?"
The old man smiled and said, "Farming is just that. You just need to crop once a year, otherwise the land will not be fertile enough."
"anything else?"
"what else?"
Yang Gan's face was full of surprise: "You don't fertilize?"
The old man looked at the two fellow villagers next to him. None of them knew what he was talking about. He raised his hands and said, "General, what is fertilization?"
Yang Qian suddenly realized that no wonder the yield was so low. Although he did not farm, the grain yield was nothing more than fertilization, seeds, and weather.
“Are the straws and other debris from this harvest still there?”
"Returning to the general, some parts of these things can be fed to livestock, and some parts can be used for heating and cooking in winter after being dried."
Yang Qian thought about it carefully and found that he had almost forgotten many things. Alas, he had promised his grandparents to go back to the countryside to visit them. Now, he will never be able to go back in this life.
"My father-in-law, what's your surname?"
"Hahahahaha, I dare not call you by your noble surname. I am an old man with a cheap name, Chen Mo."
"Old Chen, from now on, please don't call me Young Master by your official title in the mansion or in the countryside. It feels too harsh."
Old Chen was overjoyed, he became a mature man, and his ability to see people and things was no longer comparable to that of some young men. Since the general was able to lower his status, it meant that he was a good person to get along with.
"As you command, sir!"
"Are there any pigs raised in Zhuangzi? Are they for sale?"
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, but this kind of cheap meat cannot be sold. Unless someone wants to starve to death, no one will touch this kind of meat. We raise pigs for safety. If the autumn harvest fails, Pork is our lifesaver.”
Yang Gan nodded, it will be easier if there are pigs. "Old Chen, you three, remember, when you go back, ask everyone to dig down all the fertile fields to a depth of one and a half inches, then bury them with pig dung and cover them with mud. Burn the straw and the like at home to ashes, mix it with water and get it to the roots of the banker, do you understand?"
The three of them looked at Yang Qian blankly. Lao Chen never imagined that a noble man like the young master would say vulgar words such as shit.
"Sir, Master, what is this? If all two thousand acres of fertile land are like this, it will consume too much time, and I am afraid of missing the good time for farming!"
“Lao Chen has been farming for generations, why do we need crop rotation?”
Lao Chen said without hesitation, "Crop rotation is to keep the land as fertile as possible. Once the fertile land is not fertile enough, the grain harvest will inevitably decline."
"Then you haven't thought about fattening?"
? ? ?
"What's the explanation?"
"The fertility of the field is declining every year, so if we give it more fertility, wouldn't it be possible to increase the grain harvest?"
Old Chen suddenly stood up, his face flushed, "Sir, are you serious about this? How much can you increase production by doing this?"
"I always take what I say seriously. Once the farmers plant it, they can also fertilize it when watering it. They can also use human excrement and urine to add some river water to water it. The yield will at least double compared to previous years."
This kind of operation is the most routine. I used to watch my grandparents do it in the countryside, and the cucumbers that grew out were long and thick.
Lao Chen sat down with dull eyes, and the three of them had a heated discussion, but without exception, none of them felt that Yang Qian was lying.
After all, if grain production decreases, his income will also decrease. Although the Guizhou leaders are illiterate, they still understand the truth.
"Okay, when I go back this time, I will follow the master's wishes. I don't know how much the master's rent will be."
Yang Qian thought for a while. Rent is something that needs to be settled in small steps, and it is not appropriate to kill the goose to take advantage of others. "Just like your old employer, we will split the account between four and six."
Lao Chen nodded with satisfaction, "Then I would like to thank you on behalf of the folks. Forty percent of the grain is enough to feed and clothe Lao Chen and his family."
Yang Gan shook his head, "I'm talking about four and six. I'm four and you're six. Of course, I will also go to the government to say hello. You have to pay the taxes yourself."
"thump!"
Lao Chen and two fellow villagers knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Gan repeatedly. "Young Master is so kind and virtuous. I kowtow to you on behalf of the entire estate."
"Get up and do your job for me, do you understand?" Yang Qian did not help them, he could still bear a few ringings.
"By the way, why do you say pork is cheap meat?" Yang Gan was still very interested when he heard about raising pigs. He has never eaten pork since he arrived here. He eats mutton every day, and now he always feels like he smells of mutton.
Old Chen said diligently, "Sir, you don't know something. The smell of pork is too strong. Generally, you won't eat it unless you are extremely hungry."
"Oh, this is a trivial matter. As long as the pigs are castrated when they are young, they won't smell like pigs, so they can be eaten with confidence."
"Okay, I will castrate all the piglets in Zhuangzi when I go back, and raise them for the young master to enjoy." At this moment, he will no longer doubt Yang Qian's order. As long as it is what he says, Lao Chen will obey it. 60% of the food. Yang Gan believed the sun was square.
"Xiaosanzi, what are you holding?" At this time, Yang Qian saw Xiaosanzi grabbing a familiar bag and hurriedly walking out the door.
The mistress immediately ran over and said respectfully, "Sir, Krisna asked me to throw it away. She said something wrong."
Yang Gan's eyes lit up and he said happily, "How do you know her name is Krisna?"
The mistress seemed to be thinking of something bad, her eyes wandering, "Oh, she said her name was Krisna. Although it was not fluent, she could understand some of the gestures and gestures."
Yang Qian tilted his head and stretched out his hand to pinch the mistress's face. "The injury on your face?"
It was okay if Yang Qian didn't say anything. As soon as he said it, the mistress immediately burst into tears and cried, "Young master, just do it. Take care of the two of them when you have time. Ah Fu and I were almost beaten to death."
Yang Qian was happy and took out two silver pieces from his sleeves and threw them to him. "You and Ah Fu go buy some delicious food. Don't mess with them in the future. Open the contents of the bag and show me."
The mistress immediately turned to crying for joy. His family was not in Yuntong City, but there were still several people in the family. If he could save up money, he could send it to his family when he had time. After opening his pocket, he smiled.
"Sir, I've seen it, it's something I can't name."
Yang Gan was stunned when he looked inside, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Holy shit, am I the reincarnation of the European Emperor?"
He took out a few earth-yellow, oval-shaped lumps with twigs sprouting from his pocket, and a few yellow-orange spindle-shaped objects.
Even though Yang Gan was in his hand, he was still a little in disbelief. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his mouth vigorously. He originally thought that this would be the end of his life, to destroy the Xiongnu and improve the country's power.
In this way, he could also be a happy young master, but the young master Jie refused to let himself feel comfortable and planned to kill him at some point.
Now that there was such a magical weapon, Yang Qian blushed and kept circling the yard. Countless thoughts burst out from his eyes, and something called ambition quietly grew.
"Master, what's the big deal that makes you so rude?" Old Chen laughed. Looking at Yang Qian like this, it was as if he saw his grandson making a fuss under his knees. He shook his head suddenly. What is the identity of the master? What is his identity? Even thinking like this feels like a sin.
Yang Qian's mouth was about to burst behind his ears. He suddenly came to Old Chen and grabbed his shoulders with both hands. "Old Chen, do you know? These two things are sacred weapons, no, holy weapons. They are important weapons of the country."
Under the shaking of Yang Qian, Lao Chen felt like he was just a small boat, constantly bumping up and down under the violent storm. A single mistake could destroy the boat and kill everyone.
"My lord, my lord, I am getting old. Please slow down. What makes you so happy?"
Yang Gan said ecstatically, "Do you know? What is in my hand?"
Lao Chen glanced at it without any hesitation, "They are just two crops that I have never seen before."
"A kind of farmer called potato, also called potato, yield per mu~~~" Yang Qian took a deep breath.
"Fifteen stones, even fifty stones, eighty stones."
In an instant, the sound of needle dropping could be heard in the yard. The mistress shrank her head, but she didn't know what the young master was doing. Old Chen's cloudy eyes were blank and he scratched his head, as if he still didn't know where he was.
Two of his fellow villagers were frightened and fell to the ground. Fifteen stones? They really didn’t want to be a son of a man, and they were bragging too much. What they were thinking at this time was that the young master said that the yield of fifteen dan per mu would kill them if they couldn’t grow it.
"Hey, I'm back to life." Yang Qian shook Lao Chen.
"Ah? Oh, sir, although I know what you are telling the truth, we must not mess around with farming matters. If too many fields are planted with the potatoes or corn you mentioned."
"If there is no food, sir, you will only lose a small amount of food income, but our whole family may starve to death."
As expected of a mature man, regardless of whether it is true or false, let me tell you clearly that I will not use too much land to grow these weird things.
"Old Chen, if you plant a thousand acres of potatoes and corn, I guarantee that you will have a good year today, and you can make money by selling the excess grain."
