Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

We have counted and found that we have sold 451 coins in total. After deducting the cost of setting up the stall, we have made a total of 449 coins today.

If they sell it according to their own method, the maximum they can get is more than two hundred coins.

Chief Song was also happy, "Okay, you can keep the old woman's share, and divide the rest among yourselves."

Everyone collected a handful of money and gave it to Liu, who happily put it in her arms.

I have been staying at home all my life, taking care of the food, drink, and toilet of my family, and I have never earned a penny.

Although the old man and children in the family would hand over the money they earned to me,

But this time I earned it with my own hands, so the feeling is different.

He also kept his share.

She has three sons. Although the eldest son follows her husband to work, her daughter-in-law is at home and has also contributed, so she should also give a share.

Then her family's one point would be divided into four parts, and she would also want one part. She silently calculated in her mind how much money each person could get.

The Song clan leader's family was separated, but not divided. However, the Song clan leader asked them not to pay household expenses after they separated.

Although the grandchildren have started their own families, the two sons of the eldest son and the eldest son of the second son have income as long as they have work to do.

The other grandchildren have no income and help out at home, so the old couple sometimes have to subsidize them from time to time.

For the sake of family harmony, some things must be carefully considered, and brothers must not be allowed to have any grudges.

Now that I have the bamboo bowl business, I now have another snail business. I don’t know how long they will last, but it would be a jerk not to make money.

Patriarch Song lit up his pipe again and watched everyone happily counting and dividing the money. In the smoke, one could vaguely see his relaxed brows.

Seeing everyone happy about making money, he couldn't help but think of himself when he passed the examination for a Tongsheng.

Feeling like I couldn't go any further, I returned home.

He relied on his knowledge to enlighten and teach people, and was full of energy every time he came back with a salary.

It’s a pity that there is only one scholar in my family now.

He took another puff of his cigarette and shook his head.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. While I am still able to do this, I should work harder and leave some money for them so that they can rest in peace after a hundred years.

The next day, Song Laoer and his family were busy working when suddenly the gong in the village started clanging.

Song Lao Er and Song Ersao looked at each other and said in unison, "It's probably time to collect the autumn tax."

The couple came to the entrance of the ancestral hall, followed by three followers who wanted to watch the fun.

The village chief was standing on the steps of the ancestral hall and shouting, "Everyone, look and see if everyone is here. Look at your neighbors and see if they are all here. I am going to start speaking."

He continued to strike the gong a few more times, and when he saw that everyone had arrived one after another, he shouted,

"This year's autumn tax has begun to be collected. The head of the village came today. The tax in our village this year has increased compared to previous years. The tax is 2% of the original tax." Before he finished speaking, the people below started to discuss.

"Why is the tax increased this year? My family will have to pay more than 200 kilograms of rice."

"Your family only weighs over 200 kilograms, but mine weighs over 300 kilograms."

"Oh, what should I do? If I increase it this year, will I increase it again next year?"

Hearing the discussion below, the village chief shouted, "Everyone stop arguing. The tax increase is bad news. Here is the good news. The tax has been increased, but..." He paused, causing everyone to start arguing again.

"But the poll tax has been abolished, and you only need to pay the population tax."

Hearing this, everyone cheered again. After all, if a family doesn't have three or four children, the land is not enough for human habitation, not to mention the children giving birth to grandchildren.

A family like that of Patriarch Song has to pay more than three taels of silver in head tax every year.

The head tax of the Chen State was levied on each household member from the age of seven to under fifty-six, at a rate of one hundred and twenty coins per person.

Now that we only collect the Ding tax, everyone will pay much less.

The poll tax was a tax of 120 wen per person, based on the number of adult males between the ages of 16 and 60 in each household.

It has to be said that this move made everyone no longer complain about the increase in grain tax. Everyone, including the clan leader Song, was greatly relieved, as his family could save half of the money on head tax this year.

"Starting tomorrow, the village head will bring people to register for grain collection. You should prepare yourselves. When I notify you, you can line up with your grain on your shoulders."

After the village chief announced the final news, he let everyone go.

Song Laoer calculated as he walked. His family had three mu of paddy fields and each mu yielded about 240 to 250 kilograms of rice. This meant that he would have to pay less than 100 kilograms of tax this year.

I am the only male in my family, and I have 120 coins.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Starting this year, we have to pay our own grain taxes, and I will be the head of the household."

Mrs. Song grabbed his lower back and said, "What's so funny about this? Do you think you can show off your power now that you are the head of the household?"

Song Lao Er quickly grabbed Song Ersao's hand and laughed, "Don't dare, don't dare."

The remaining three people, Sanniang, ate the dog food scattered by the couple.

In addition to Sanniang and her three sisters, the villagers who were chatting and going home also had a pair of eyes staring at Song Laoer and his wife.

In addition to envy, those eyes also carried some ambiguous darkness.