The Space’s Twelve Zodiac Comes to Farm!

"It's better not to pay taxes, it's not easy for us to grow food, that's the real love for the people like a son!" Bai Lian pouted and disagreed.

In ancient times, the output was already small, and if you paid more food, people with more people and less land would not have enough to eat.

Not to mention the landless tenants, who have been exploited by the landlords and the imperial court, and there are not many left.

"Where does the country get the food to support the army!" Uncle Luo rolled his eyes.

Is it easy for him to raise so many people!

So many people have to pay salaries, and the national treasury is not as full as before, because he abolished the "population tax".

"It's better to collect more taxes from the rich!" Bai Lian spread her hands, "I heard that the landowners throw away more food every year that they don't eat and waste than we pay taxes!"

This is the truth, the wine and meat of Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones.

Uncle Luo's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak, but helped Li Yongnian to carry the grain and put the ox on the cart.

Bai Lian wanted to see the ancient county government with her own eyes and experience how to pay taxes, so she went with her.

Because Bailian's family has cows, many people have agreed to go together.

However, more people choose to go by themselves, because generally the family has no more than ten acres of land, so everyone will go with it.

"Yongnian, your cow is really good!" Leizi looked at Li Xiaoniu with envy.

It was the strongest cow he had ever seen.

"Eat a lot and grow strong." Li Yongnian smiled.

No one in their family would ever starve Li Xiaoniu. Li Xiaoniu's food trough was always full, for fear of starving him.

Li Xiaoniu rolled his eyes when he saw so many people looking at him.

That was when I didn't see my peak, it was much stronger than now.

It's just that after being sealed for so many years, I'm hungry and thin.

The villagers need to pay a lot of food, either two or three people carry it together, or push carts, or take advantage of Bailian's ox cart.

Uncle Luo looked at the peasants in twos and threes on the road around them. Everyone was carrying bags of grain and their clothes were patched. He looked a little uncomfortable.

I have worked hard.

Why do some people still live so difficult?

It is rare to see big fat people on the road, but there are very few thin people who come to court.

Maybe people are born fat or born thin, but the environment still accounts for a large part.

Although farmers no longer have to pay the "population tax", they still have to pay grain to the imperial court.

However, some peasants with less land and more people are already very difficult to live.

Uncle Luo's mood is a little complicated, thinking about what Bai Lian said, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He also had to support the army and the officials. We have to take out some money to help the disaster-prone places.

If you don't take it, it's not enough.

If harvested, the peasants will not have enough to eat.

So, cut the rich?

Uncle Luo secretly figured out that the big profiteer Shui Yunli could earn 100 taels of silver with a meal, and if he cut him once, he would be able to top a lot of people.

"Third, let me put some food!" Mr. Li's voice suddenly came.

Bai Lian was stunned for a moment, and when she looked back, it turned out to be Mr. Li. Perhaps seeing them, Mr. Li rushed here panting with the grain in his arms.

It is already a little distance from the village, but there are still a lot of people in the village, because everyone is handing in food these days, it is inevitable to see it.

Moreover, there are several people who use Bailian's ox cart to pull food together, so there are many people.

"Okay, okay!" Li Yongnian was stunned for a moment, and he caught the grain with complicated eyes and put it on the ox cart.

Mr. Li's family now has three acres of land left, and he has to pay fifty catties of grain, which makes him very painful.

Originally there was not much food, and some had to be paid. The rest had to be eaten tightly, and there was no food left to sell.

Where will the family get the money?

The boss seems to have really fallen off the list, and Mr. Li has been depressed for two days, but what can we do?

Boss Li is a scholar, and it is reasonable to say that taxes can be reduced or exempted, but this year, he has not gone to the government to transfer the land to the name of the boss.

And——because of something Xie Zhu had, Mr. Li didn't want to put the land in the name of Mr. Li at all.

Because Xie Zhuyou and Mr. Li are a little bit similar, plus the matter of Wang Li, Mr. Li still thinks it is more appropriate to put it in his own name.

However, this does not mean that he gave up the boss.

Because the boss can take the test again.

next time.

Next time, the boss will definitely pass the exam!

However, the family ran out of money, so Mr. Li set his sights on Li Yongnian's side. He bought a hill and hired him. Except for Zhang Youen's understanding of Yuan, Li Yongnian's family was the most prominent in the village.

Seeing that her father took the food subconsciously, Bai Lian glanced at Mr. Li, but did not speak.

After all, there is no big problem now, let's do it first!

There are so many people here, you can't make others feel that you don't respect your elders.

Although they are no longer their own elders, there will always be people who subconsciously think that Mr. Li is their elder.

Uncle Luo glanced at Old Man Li, and asked unintentionally, "How many people in the old man's family, how much land, and how much food do you have to pay?"

This old man looks very neat, and his clothes are half new. He looks gentle and refined. He must be living a good life at home.

Uncle Luo knew the situation of Bailian's family, but he knew Mr. Li's famous green hat, but he didn't know what he looked like, thinking that the old man was an ordinary family in the village.

"My family has three sons, one daughter, four granddaughters, and one grandson. The family has three acres of land, and I have to pay fifty kilograms." Mr. Li glanced at Li Yongnian, and his tone was a little smug when he spoke.

He didn't count Li Yongnian's family, and felt that he was quite proud of it, as if Li Yongnian was abandoned and wanted to come back but he didn't want it.

Li Yongnian's eyes dimmed after hearing this, but then he was relieved.

After all, he still has children and a wife and mother.

"Is it enough to eat?" Uncle Luo frowned, and it must be tight in this calculation.

I don't know how many such families there are. It seems that a new plan needs to be formulated. The standards of the rich and the standards of farmers should be changed.

"Enough! My son is a scholar, and I am a gentleman in the town!" Mr. Li heard someone ask, and the answer became louder.

Li Yongnian has money at home, and if he wants to come back, he has to make a good plan.

"Scholars don't have a salary, how much money do you have a month?" Uncle Luo didn't feel embarrassed and continued to ask the truth.

He is a good emperor who loves his people like his son!

Learn about the suffering of the people!

"Five dollars a month." Mr. Li's voice was a little proud, and he glanced at Li Yongnian secretly.

If, if Li Yongnian felt that he wanted to return to the scholarly family's home, as long as he handed over the recipe and Xiaoshan, he would agree.

The humiliating thing about the recipe last time has been selectively forgotten by Mr. Li. After all, the last time Li Wang's "fighting fire" was too shocking, and he desperately hoped that he could have a lot of money and land.

Boss Li...is it his seed?

Also, Li Yongnian became more and more prosperous. Recently, Li Wangshi and Liu Meijun have been whispering in their ears all day long, knowingly or unintentionally, that Li Yongnian sucked the energy of the family.

Therefore, the boss was not admitted.

If Li Yongnian is "taken" back, the family will surely get better and better!

"Five coins? Not bad!"

Uncle Luo nodded. One mu of land had to pay more than ten kilograms. It was indeed a bit heavy, but he didn't starve to death.

It looks like taxation is really about to change.

Leizi curled his lips aside, thinking to himself that the old mansion for so many years was not relying on Mr. Li's wages, but the dowry of Grandma Ciying.