The Reborn Wife is Farming

Mu Yangling sat on the paddock with his chin propped up and waited in line to pay for the food. Soldiers guarded the paddock and there were also soldiers in the paddock to help carry the food.

Although it was a payment of food, everyone's faces were filled with smiles, because the remaining food after the payment was their own.

And the people who paid the grain had already said that the general’s people collected grain strictly according to the regulations of the court, and they didn’t overcharge them. They were not taxed by their families, and they didn’t have to pay extra money and other miscellaneous taxes. Naturally, everyone was happy.

When it was the turn of the Mu family, Mu Yangling took Mu Bowen's hand and went forward. The Mu family is actually Mu Yangling who is in charge, but according to the law, it is Mu Shi. If Mu Shi is not around, Mu Bowen will replace him. Such a major event as paying food requires Mu Bowen to sign the document.

The two siblings stood aside, and the soldiers weighed bags of grain. The accountant did some calculations and said, "Mu Bowen, you planted wheat, rice and corn on your land, and you also raised rabbits. These have to be included in the scope of food, how do you plan to pay?"

Mu Bowen glanced at his sister and said, "It's all settled in wheat."

The accountant nodded, and was about to speak when a small soldier trotted over and whispered something in his ear, and the accountant changed his words: "Because there is a share of the little general and Mr. Fan in the rabbit breeding, this part is not counted, and the corn is Planted for General Qi, this part is also exempted, and in the end your family will have to pay six thousand and nineteen catties, and you can take the rest home."

Mu Bowen leaned into his sister's ear and asked, "Then sister, how much is left in our family?"

Mu Yangling frowned, and said in a low voice: "There are 4,925 catties left." Mu Yangling glanced at the accounting room, and asked in a voice that only two people could hear, "Is it the little general who treats you leniently? "

The accountant frowned and looked at Mu Yangling, and Mu Yangling said: "Although the little general and Mr. Fan have shares in rabbit breeding, the land is mine. According to the usual practice, the 68 mu occupied should be equal to the average yield per mu of land." To calculate the output and finally pay taxes, as for the planting of corn," Mu Yangling paused and said, "That's fine, but you have to figure out the rabbit for me."

The accountant looked at her in surprise, Mu Yangling looked at him resolutely and said, "This is the rule."

This insistence is not for the sake of rules, but because she has never evaded taxes since she grew up. She is afraid that she won't be able to sleep at night.

Seeing Mu Yang's spirit pestle not leaving, the accountant hesitated for a moment, then slowed down his voice and said, "Miss Mu, don't embarrass me, this is the little general's intention. If I accept it, I will turn around and blame the little general..."

Mu Yangling smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will explain this matter to him, and I will definitely not embarrass you."

A smile appeared on the accountant's face, and he picked up the abacus and said: "Since Miss Mu insists, I will help you to calculate, but now the average yield of wheat in the inferior land has not been calculated, so I will use last year's For example, how about losing 20 catties for you? After all, the weather is dry this year, and the harvest is generally not good."

Mu Yangling had no objection.

The accountant started counting, and finally said: "Miss Mu, you still have to pay 1,932 catties in the end."

Mu Yangling nodded. The data was the same as what she calculated in her mind. She nodded slightly to Mu Bowen, and he signed his name on the document, and pressed the fingerprint with his thumb.

In the end, Mu Yangling pulled back nearly 3,000 catties of wheat and 2,128 catties of rice, making a total of more than 5,100 catties. It sounds like a lot, but it doesn't taste like much.

Mu Shi's rations are not counted in their family, so there are still eight people who need to eat. Mu Yangling has three big bowls of rice for a meal, and there are half a catty of rice. Now, each of them has to eat a bowl of rice paste and two eggs for a meal, which is the minimum requirement, and these two have to eat five meals a day, which is more than what Bowen eats after careful calculation.

So the more than 5,100 catties of grain is really enough for them to eat for about eight months.

My aunt is very satisfied with this result. Her calculation is different from Mu Yangling's. In the past, they paid taxes after farming the land, and the leftover food was enough for them to be half full for six months. It is considered a good harvest for the remaining days to eat bran. This year How can they be unhappy if they can still leave so much food in a bad year?

The aunt counted for a long time with her fingers, and finally said with a smile on her face: "With such a large amount of food, if we are half full, we can eat for two years. Even if the next year is bad, we will not be afraid."

Mu Yangling twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Auntie, when do you think our family is half full?"

Auntie eats a meal, really, after they arrive at Mu's house, they all have to eat enough. They eat three meals a day, porridge or cakes in the morning, lunch and dinner are dry, and they are all enough.

The aunt looked at the children, recalculated, and said worryingly: "If we eat like this every day, this amount of food will be enough for eight or nine months."

Mu Yangling said: "Eight or nine months is enough, won't there be a harvest next year? If you don't spend money to buy it."

The Mu family has always spent money to buy grain, and this is the first time they ate the grain they grew themselves, so Mu Yangling has no pressure to say this, but my aunt feels that it is very convenient to buy grain while she is farming. thing.

"The family's money is not brought by the strong wind. I think it can save a little bit. How about we also have porridge for lunch in the future?" asked the aunt.

Mu Yangling jumped off the kang and said with a smile: "Whatever you want, as long as I can eat enough, but now I have to grind a bag of new rice to taste it, the first time I have grown the grain in my two lives, I have to go Taste what it tastes like."

"You child, you have only passed ten years in this life, where did you escape two lives?" The aunt scolded her with a smile, "You will be talkative."

Mu Yangling grinned and went to grind the rice, and shouted, "You think I'm joking when I'm telling the truth, and you think I'm telling the truth when I'm telling the truth. It's too hard to be an honest man."

The aunt asked Shu Wanniang, "You and Shitou are both honest children, how did you give birth to such a cunning boy?"

Shu Wanniang pursed her lips and said, "I'm also curious. If it wasn't for me, I would doubt where I picked her up."

Mu Yangling carried a bag of rice and went to Old Man Sun's house at the entrance of the village. In the whole village, he was the only one who had a stone mill for rice milling. This thing was also provided by the camp. Whoever was a small flag would put it in his house. It used to be in Mu's house. Not far from the gate of the house, anyone who uses it can just clean it. Later, Hu Mandang was moved to Hu's house as a small flag, and Hu's house was placed in the yard. Later, he moved to Sun's house. , so that there will be no rain and wind, a lot less dirty, and whoever wants to mill rice, just come.

Old man Sun didn't expect Mu Yangling to come to grind new rice so early, he was stunned for a moment, and said: "Son, finish eating the old rice first, and keep the new rice longer."

Mu Yangling smiled and said, "Grandpa Sun, I know, I just want to taste the taste of this new rice."

Old Man Sun: "..."