A Clash of Gods

The village that Gu Qinghan said is not really big. There is a low mountain on the side of the village. The camphor trees and oak trees grow on the hills. These are indispensable materials for burning charcoal. In fact, in this area, the camphor trees are all It is the most common tree. The camphor charcoal produced here has always been very famous. Every winter, there will be a batch of camphor charcoal shipped from Jiangling to Beijing.

At the foot of the mountain, there are dozens of households built on the mountain, little by little, there is a large area of ​​cultivated land in the distance, but at dusk, Yang Ning still sees that there are farmers in the field plowing the field, and the food in the field is obviously all Has been put away, bare. Under the setting sun, boundless.

"San Niang, it's already late autumn. The food is all collected. How can there be people farming in the field?" Yang Ning asked, riding a horse beside Gu Qinghan.

Gu Qinghan smiled and said: "You haven't been to the field, naturally you don't know. After the grain is collected, the farmer loosens the soil and waits for the coming year, it will be easier to plant grain."

"It turns out so."

After the two dismounted, they walked forward along the field ridge. There were not many farmers in the field, but they could not help looking at the two strangers walking the horse by the field.

"San Niang, where is your hometown in Jiangling?" Yang Ning asked Gu Qinghan to look east and west peacefully and asked, "Is it far from here?"

"Not far away." Gu Qinghan seems to be in a good mood. "The Gu family, like the Qi family, is also a big family in Jiangling, and the two have always had a very good relationship in Jiangling. Today, the prestige in Jiangling is only second to the Qi family. "

Yang Ning immediately understood that Qi Sanye married Gu Qinghan at that time, probably because the two were friends, but also to stabilize the foundation on the side of Jiangling. Gu Qinghan spoke easily, but Yang Ning knew that Gu ’s prestige was only second to Qi ’s, then Gu's forces in Jiangling must be extremely powerful.

The prestige of the Qi family in Jiangling is unparalleled, which is understandable. After all, the two generations of Jinyihou are the pillars of the Great Chu State. Mo Xiaojiang Jiangling is the entire Dachu. There will not be many portals comparable to the Qi family.

Throwing away the Qi family, the Gu family is obviously the most powerful family in Jiangling.

"The Qi family's farming and family business is mainly in the north of Jiangling, which is the Jingzhou City." Gu Qinghan explained: "The Gu family is on the south side of Jiangling, going from Jingzhou City to the south. There will be a river called Jing. Yuehe, many years ago, as long as he crossed the river, the Gu family had the final say. "

The imperial power does not go down to the county.

Yang Ning had already heard this old saying, and understood the meaning. In ancient times, the influence of the gentry was more effective than the emperor ’s decree. The various systems issued by the court were specific to the place. Therefore, local officials need to cooperate with local squires. Without the support of local squires, officials can hardly do anything on the ground.

There is no doubt that both the Qi family and the Gu family belonged to the Jiangling local squires in their early years, and they had a great voice in the local area.

Listening to the meaning of Gu Qinghan, before the Qi family has made a fortune, the Qi family and the Gu family should be on an equal footing in Jiangling, the Qi family has a very high influence in the north of Jiangling, and the Gu family is sitting south of Jiangling, but the Qi family later became The Marquis of Dachu, the Gu family can't compare with it, but it is still deeply rooted in Jiangling.

Yang Ning thought that Gu Qinghan had such a family background. No wonder he would be married into the Hou Mansion.

An old man in the field in front of him was sitting on Tian Long. Yang Ning stepped forward and smiled, "Lao Zhang, haven't you confiscated the work?"

In fact, the old man had already noticed Yang Ning and Yang Ning, but Gu Qinghan was very handsome and his skin was fair and delicate. The old man knew at first glance that the two were not easy, and said with a smile, "The two are Where are you going? Are you lost? "

He just thought that these two people would not go back to the fields, they should have lost their way.

"Yeah, we went to Jiangling and went the wrong way." Yang Ningshun said, while Gu Qinghan gave Yang Ning a glance, thinking that the child not only had a brilliant brain, but also had a lot of temperament. Come, naturally.

"Where do you want to go? I can recognize this neighborhood and help you." The old man was also enthusiastic.

Yang Ning thought Gu Qinghan was right, but the folk customs here are simple, the old man is kind and gentle, but he stepped down next to the old man, glanced into the ground, and asked, "Lao Zhang, is the harvest good this year? The food in the ground Are they all put away? "

"It's OK." The old man smiled and said: "The food is all gathered up, double the field, and grow the food well next year."

"The food is harvested, can we have a good year in the next year?" Yang Ning said with a smile: "I heard that you are the Jinyihou's Fengyi, and the tax is much less than other places."

On the way, Yang Ning has learned from Gu Qinghan that all taxes of the three thousand households in Jinyihou are controlled by Jinyihou. In terms of taxation, they are not subject to government administration at all.

The Emperor Chu was also very kind to the people. In the early years, the tax was collected at a rate of 30%. However, in recent years, the war has been frequent, and the tax has risen to 40%. According to the 20% seizure, the thunder can't move, and among the courtiers in the empire, Feng Yi, to whom Jinyihou belongs, has absolutely the lowest tax.

For Jinyihou, Jinyihou Mansion is never a luxurious and extravagant place, and Fengyi belongs to its native land. The land is cultivated by local fathers and old folks, so Jinyihou can be regarded as a local folk with the convenience of Fengyi Did a good deed.

The old man just smiled and said, "Can you make it through?"

Gu Qinghan was also standing by at this time. She was clever and intelligent, and she listened to the old man's words with reluctance. Then she felt that there was something strange in her voice and asked softly, "How many people are there in Lao Zhang's house?"

"Two sons, there are nine people up and down." The old man smiled on his face.

"How many acres of land is there in the house?" Gu Qinghan is a woman after all, and can't squat like Yang Ning. He can only stand beside the old man and ask.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the front. "My fields are here, there is an eight-acre thin field."

Gu Qinghan slightly nodded. She naturally understood the situation here. The Fengyis given by the Emperor of the past were all selected relatively good fields. There are 3,000 households in Fengyi, not only one mu of land per household. Jingnan belongs to There are a lot of fields in the grain-producing area, and the people here can have ten acres of fields up and down, and the least can have four or five acres of fields.

This old Han family has eight acres of land, which can be regarded as a relatively substantial farmhouse.

"How much food can be harvested from this acre of land in one year?" Gu Qinghan asked carefully.

The old man would not doubt that Gu Qinghan had other intentions. He just thought that these two outsiders suddenly became interested and explained: "The weather has been smooth and the harvest has not been bad in the past two years. For my eight acres of land, there can be almost one per acre. Two or three stone grains. "

Yang Ning naturally knows that one stone of grain is equivalent to about 60 kilograms of later generations, that is, more than one hundred kilograms of grain. This old man can also produce more than three hundred kilograms of grain per acre of land. Compared to the grain output per mu of later generations, The area of ​​more than three hundred kilograms of grain is naturally very low, but in this era, because of the limitations of agricultural technology, an acre of land can have more than three hundred pounds of grain, which is already extremely high.

"In this way, can these eight acres of land have more than 20 stone grains in a year?" Gu Qinghan said: "I heard that Jinyihou collected 20% of the tax, and there are still many left in your family. It should be enough to eat small. "

Yang Ning also feels that, according to normal, this old man can pay two thousand kilograms of grain a year to pay taxes. Although there are a lot of people in a family of nine, it is enough to feed the family.

The old man sighed and said, "If it's like that, I really don't worry about food and clothing."

"Lao Zhang, what does this mean?" Yang Ning and Gu Qinghan met each other, and immediately asked, "Isn't this the way it is?"

The old man just shook his head, and then smiled: "No more, it's useless to talk, where are you going?"

Gu Qinghan found that there was a problem ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Of course, he would not leave easily, and said softly: "Old man, look at you, can't you keep so much food in a year?"

The old man saw her eyebrows, her voice was soft, and she smiled bitterly: "There are twenty stone grains in a year, of course enough for an old snack, enough to save some food, and wealth, but ... hey, after a year, It ’s really only about ten stones left. There are many people in the family, eat less dry food, and eat more porridge can still survive. "

"It is absolutely impossible." Gu Qinghan Liu Liu frowned, "How can only ten stone grains remain?"

The old man hadn't spoken yet, but heard the sound of gong knocking in the distance. The attention of Yang Ning and Gu Qinghan was instantly attracted. I saw a middle-aged villager yelling loudly while knocking on the gong and saying: " Here comes, the guys go back to the village, and the surname Luo is coming ...! "The voice was loud and spread far away.

The old man who had been sitting on the ground immediately stood up, grabbed the **** on his hand, and did not forget to say to Yang Ning: "You leave the village first, it is not easy to stay here." Not much to say, knocking at the gong with the **** The people ran away, not only him, but Yang Ning and Gu Qinghan saw that the villagers who were plowing the fields were holding the agricultural tools in their hands and rushed to the gong where they hit the gong.

"San Niang, it seems that something happened in the village." Yang Ning frowned. "Let's take a look."

Gu Qinghan and Qingmei's face were full of doubts at the moment. After listening to Yang Ning's words, he immediately nodded and said: "Let's go and see, who is the surnamed Luo? They all seem to be running back because of the surnamed Luo. "

I saw a group of farmers gather together. At this time, they ran to the village at the foot of the mountain. No matter how old or young, they seemed to be on fire at home.

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