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Chapter 233 Harvest Should Be Discreet

Talking two ends.

Murong Run was overtaken by the carriage heading to the capital, Wanning City.

Meanwhile, the people of Hujia Village were truly overjoyed.

What a great harvest!

Not to mention Old Wang's fertile land, even the villagers' second-rate land yielded two or three bushels of grain per mu!
This is a quantity that even fertile fields couldn't achieve in previous years.

These days, seeds are of poor quality, natural disasters and man-made calamities are frequent, and the soil is not fertile enough, so it all depends on the farmers' careful cultivation.

Even after raising livestock for a whole year, there are still spring and autumn taxes, calculated per person, one shi (a unit of dry measure) per person. If a person does nothing, they still have to pay two shi of grain a year.

The grain that the government wanted was not the coarse kind, but the absolutely high-quality grain that had been carefully selected before it could be used to pay taxes.

Therefore, it often takes one or two stones to produce just one stone, which is an unbearable burden.

In addition, there are three or four periods of forced labor per year, each lasting one or two months.

This family has no way out!

Now that the county magistrate has fallen, their taxes have been restored to the government-mandated rate of one shi (a unit of dry measure) per person. Due to the disaster, the spring tax has been waived, and Shanyang Village has replaced the corvée labor service. This time, Hujia Village's grain is entirely reserved for themselves.

Previously, the poorest family in the village was the Wang family, who only had more than 10 mu of farmland and more than 60 mu of mountain land.

There will only be more people in other villages.

Even with the worst harvest, this time we can still collect twenty or thirty bushels of grain, something we never dared to dream of before!

The happiest people were Widow Zhou and the others. They rented land from the Wang family and used the grain seeds provided by the Wang family, which yielded seven or eight bushels of grain.

Aside from what has to be given to Old Wang's family, everything else belongs to them, and that's far more than what ordinary families grow themselves!
In an instant, those who had chosen to grow their own grain were filled with regret. "If only we had trusted the Wang family, we wouldn't have lost so much grain!"

"Luckily, our family had a good harvest, otherwise I might have been so jealous that I would have stolen grain."

"That's right. Look at the grain that Old Wang's family grows. It's white and smells delicious."

“When we go to pay taxes, we’ll use regular grain. We can sell our own grain and buy some from Old Wang’s. It will probably taste much better.”

“In the past, I was afraid that if the food was delicious and cooked well, there would be so many mouths to feed in the family, and each person would only eat a few bites. That would really be a waste. Now that there is a good harvest, I don’t chase after the children anymore. Let them eat their fill.”

Everyone had a bright smile on their face.

Not only rice, but also various beans, each one bigger than the last, and with a very rich aroma.

People who farm year-round can tell by the smell that those are definitely high-quality beans!

Hujia Village was filled with joy, but Village Chief Hu poured cold water on everyone's spirits.

"Don't be foolish and take your own grain out."

Everyone was puzzled: "Why can't we take it out? I was planning to send a bag to my wife's family. Before, when we were short of food, my father-in-law's family sent us half a bag of grain. Now it's a good time to return it."

Village Chief Hu said, "Go out and find out what kind of grain each household is harvesting now, and what the grain situation is like in our village. Don't forget about the affairs of Shanyang Village."

The moment Shanyang Village was mentioned, everyone's expression turned sour.

Why bring up that unlucky village out of the blue?
Grandpa Hu said, "As the saying goes, it's not scarcity that's worrisome, but inequality. If all villages had such a bumper harvest, that would be fine, but since only our village has a bumper harvest, we should keep a low profile."

(End of this chapter)