You need to raise your pet using a system [Era]

Sichuan and Chongqing have many paddy fields, mainly used for rice cultivation.

Therefore, the grain delivered to the government was mainly millet.

Only when there is not enough will they use grains such as sweet potatoes to make up for it.

People nowadays are very generous when it comes to handing over grain to the state; they even hand over their best produce.

From the moment the grain arrived at the warehouse, Lu Yuanqing was constantly busy, following the brigade leader and doing accounting in the office.

Lu Yuanqing was so busy that he was practically burning the abacus beads with effort.

The grain that is handed over to the state now is not only free, but also "paid grain". Now, an acre of paddy field can yield about 300 catties of grain, and about half of it has to be handed over to the state.

In addition to others...

Lu Yuanqing calculated, calculated, calculated...

Zhao Zhongcai looked at his distorted face, his expression full of uncertainty.

That's impossible! The progress these past few days has been much faster than what Old Zhang used to calculate.

At the current pace, their village is finally no longer the last production team to hand over grain to the state. He secretly rejoiced, thinking that if he had known, he would have dragged the slow-moving old man Zhang down earlier.

Lu Yuanqing slammed the pen down on the table and sighed deeply.

"What's wrong? Not enough?" Zhao Zhongcai was as if he had been struck by lightning.

Oh no, oh no, he really can't be the captain anymore.

"It's enough, but after paying the grain tax, we don't have much left!" Lu Yuanqing smiled bitterly.

So miserable!

After the grain was handed over to the government, the village was left with only about a thousand catties of rice. The villagers would probably only get a little over a catty of fine grain per person.

call!

Zhao Zhongcai suddenly slapped him, "You really scared us to death!"

"You've calculated it? Is it really enough?"

Zhao Zhongcai asked again, uncertainly.

Is that really enough? Just rice is enough?

Lu Yuanqing blinked. "What? Isn't enough?"

"Good, good, excellent!" Zhao Zhongcai was finally relieved!

"That's great! We'll have enough to pay our grain tax this year."

Lu Yuanqing's lips twitched; he was a bit deranged! He really was obsessed with handing over grain!

“Uncle Zhao, you may not understand. After the grain was handed over to the state, there wasn’t much fine grain left in the brigade. The villagers probably won’t get much grain.” Lu Yuanqing felt that he didn’t understand the current dire situation at all.

Why is the yield only a little over 300 jin per mu? Why can't it be more?

He didn't understand why Zhao Zhongcai was so happy, and Zhao Zhongcai couldn't understand why he looked so worried.

"Hey kid, why are you looking so long-faced! This year, our village can finally pay all our grain taxes with millet. Isn't that something to be happy about?" Zhao Zhongcai was overjoyed!

In the past, we had to use corn to pad the inferior grain, especially in 59 when there wasn't enough corn or millet. We had to wait until the sweet potatoes were harvested before we could get grain from the commune.

Their Shihua Village became the last production team to deliver grain, and they even used so much coarse grain. You can imagine how poor Shihua Village was, which made the whole production brigade laugh at them for a long time.

"Maybe this year our village will be the only one that pays its grain tax entirely with refined grains!" Zhao Zhongcai said with great pride, as if he could already see the production team that had once laughed at them looking dumbfounded.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuanqing silently swallowed back the words, "Why don't we replace some millet with corn, so that each family in the village will receive more refined grains?"

Okay! He deserves to die, he's not enlightened enough!

"By the way, Yuanqing, you've saved up. Last year, the village ran out of grain, so I borrowed 300 jin from the commune. I still have to pay it back!" Zhao Zhongcai reminded him.

Lu Yuanqing was shocked. "Wasn't it corn that we borrowed?"

Should we repay with millet?

“Of course, the commune helped us, so we have to be generous when we repay them!” Zhao Zhongcai said matter-of-factly.

Moreover, Shihua Village has been criticized every year for its grain delivery policy, so we should at least praise them this year!

Lu Yuanqing took a deep breath.

Very good, each person had more than a pound of grain, and now only a pound remains.

Zhao Zhongcai was still there, happy!

"In the past, we couldn't even keep all the millet; we had to hand it all over to the government, and it still wasn't enough. We had to make up for it with coarse grains. This year is much better; we even have some left over. It seems that the grain distribution reform was the right thing to do. Everyone is more concerned about the grain situation now, and they're not just going through the motions in their work. Excellent, excellent! This decision was very good!"

“Yuanqing! You don’t know, because our village doesn’t have enough fine grains every year, and we always make up for it with coarse grains, we have the most of any village in the whole brigade. I have no face in front of the other brigade leaders, and they laugh at us.”

"My superiors also criticized me, telling me to focus on production. What a miserable life!"

Lu Yuanqing remained expressionless, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge him.

He's still feeling bad about himself!

After working hard for several months, he could only eat one pound of refined grains. The thought of eating only corn for the next year made him feel hopeless. He wanted to eat rice!

"Alright, now that you've figured it out, come with me to the commune this afternoon to collect the grain quota and the sacks." Zhao Zhongcai couldn't hide his smile; he didn't want to, and he was even eager to tell everyone that Shihua Village had a bumper harvest this year.

“I’m not going!” Lu Yuanqing said.

He didn't want to go.

Paying grain taxes to the government will definitely make that old ox in the village suffer.

Therefore, after the grain was harvested, the brigade leader specifically instructed that the cattle should be taken good care of in the next few days, as they would have to work hard to deliver the grain to the state.

Therefore, the only way to get to the commune was by walking.

“I still need to continue doing the accounting, Uncle Zhao, why don’t you let the others come with you?” Lu Yuanqing resolutely refused to walk to the commune.

He's still recovering from the aftereffects of the autumn harvest! He's exhausted!

Zhao Zhongcai, thinking of the corn still piled up in the warehouse and other things, didn't insist and nodded in agreement.

"Oh, right, since you're not going to the commune, could you keep an eye on things when Zhao Lide brings his men over later?" Zhao Zhongcai trusted him completely.

There's no way around it; nowadays, who wouldn't be tempted by food?

In just the few days he spent drying the grain, he caught several villagers secretly putting grain into their pockets.

Lu Yuanqing exclaimed, "Ah!" and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Before Zhao Zhongcai could answer, he saw Zhao Lide leading about ten men, carrying the village's only three windmills over.

"How's it going? How's the situation this year?" Zhao Lide was an experienced hand, and he estimated that he should be able to handle things.

Zhao Zhongcai smiled and said, "Yuan Qing has figured it out, see for yourself!"

"I need to go to the commune first. You guys keep an eye on things and come back soon. Try to bag them all before dark!"

"Wow, Yuan Qing is so capable!" Seeing his happy expression, Zhao Lide was certain and immediately smiled broadly as well. "Then you go ahead, Captain! Leave this to me!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Zhongcai rushed off to the commune, and Lu Yuanqing finally realized what they were up to.