After time travel, my best friend and I exchanged supplies and became a rich woman

The time has quickly come to the beginning of February.

But the weather is still cold.

Most of the people who were supposed to start preparing for spring planting at this time were squatting in the fields and worrying.

Song Yang and Song Bufan, after finishing their work in the handicraft workshop that day, took Liu Zi to the fields to check.

When passing by the field ridge of village chief Song Changnian's home, Song Bufan asked him: "How is it? Is there any winter wheat you can save?"

Song Changnian shook his head, "How can there be hope for help? Look at what a mess this is."

As he spoke, Song Changnian lifted up a layer of straw covering the ground, revealing a messy mess on the ground.

"Hey," although Song Bufan and Song Changyun don't get along well, when faced with such natural and man-made disasters, no one will care about those small disputes, "Did the mayor say anything? Will the spring tax be exempted this year? "

Nowadays, in this great Rong Dynasty, there are many kinds of taxes collected in a year.

When wheat is harvested in spring, there will be spring taxes; when rice is harvested in autumn, there will be autumn taxes.

There isn't even any food in the middle, right? But the court also collected silk taxes.

In addition, if a large-scale war breaks out on the border, there will be other taxes, corvees, conscription and other various matters waiting for you.

Correspondingly, the rights and interests of ordinary people...that is, you are allowed to pay taxes.

Just thinking about it makes people laugh.

Hearing Song Bufan ask him about taxes, Song Changnian even lamented, "I asked, but the district chief said that the prefecture waived the autumn grain tax last year. This year's spring tax will be high~~~"

"But there is nothing in our land, so what do we need to pay taxes on?!" Song Bufan was so angry that his face turned red all of a sudden.

Song Changnian replied: "Hey~~ I'll give you copper coins. I'll charge a tax of three dou per acre of land. The county government hasn't said yet how to give me copper coins."

"If we discount it according to today's grain prices, wouldn't one acre of land cost nearly two hundred yuan?!" Song Bufan was about to explode, "We ordinary people, even if it is a candle, cannot withstand the burning of these two ends!"

"What are you calling me? What can I do?!" Song Changyuan was in a worse mood than Song Bufan. "Your family only has three acres of land, and mine has eight acres! I haven't gotten angry yet, why are you so angry? "

After saying that, he glanced at Song Yang, and then murmured: "It's still the Song Yang family, so lucky~~ We don't have to pay taxes on ten acres of land."

When Song Yang heard this, he also gave a rare strong voice: "If you had let your eldest son join the army, you might not have to pay taxes on these eight acres now."

fart! If you go there, you might be like Song Ke, not knowing whether you are alive or dead.

Song Changnian would definitely say it directly before saying this.

But now...their family now has to go to Qingshan Workshop to receive tasks in exchange for food, so Song Changnian had no choice but to swallow his words.

He just waved his hands towards Song Yang and the others, telling them to quickly take a look at their land.

After looking at the ground for a while, Song Yang would definitely be in a bad mood.

The land will avenge him.

Indeed, his guess was correct. Song Yang's expression had not been good since he returned home from the fields.

Not to mention that all the winter wheat in the ground is dead, it is difficult to even plow the land that has not yet thawed, let alone do any spring plowing.

Hey, this damn weather really wants the lives of their farmers!

But after a while, a cry for help came from Chen Dongyue's room, which made Song Yang, who was originally in a bad mood, suddenly feel happy again.

"Mom, is my sister-in-law being stabbed again?" Song Yang asked Song Haopo who came out of Chen Dongyue's room.

Song Haopo nodded and said: "Isn't that right? I saw that Dr. Yao didn't give her many injections. After only three injections, she screamed as if someone had cut her. She was so scared that the old doctor almost inserted the injection. In your own hands.”

"It's been more than half a month, and my sister-in-law hasn't adapted yet? When will her treatment end?" Song Yang asked again.

"Doctor Yao said it would take at least three months," Song Haopo frowned, "but I feel that this old doctor is deliberately treating Dongyue slowly. He wants to stay in our family."

"Ah~~~ If there is a doctor here, wouldn't it be more convenient for us to see a doctor and so on?" Li Xiucai suddenly appeared, startling the mother and son.

Seeing that he had a piece of pork in his hand, Song Haopo asked nervously: "What's wrong with this? What's wrong with this? Why do you need to cook meat again?!"

"Didn't you say that Jun Lan's birthday is today?" Li Xiucai shook the meat in his hand, "My boss said that she had to celebrate her child's birthday today and had to cook some braised pork. She specially asked the group of people who went to the county town to bring it back yesterday .”

Because of the incident at Ershilipu, people in Qingshan Village always go out in groups.

If there are less than thirty people, they will not go out.

"...Isn't Jun Lan's birthday next month?!" Song Haopo asked Li Xiucai with sharp eyes.

"Really?" Li Xiucai shrugged, "I don't know, that's what my boss ordered anyway."

After saying that, he hugged the meat and hurried into the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, he didn't forget to ask Da Dunzi who was following him to quickly block the kitchen door.

Just in case the old lady comes to grab the meat later.

Dadunzi is the best at blocking doors.

He is now being trained by Chen Dongyue to know how stable his territory should be.

As long as he is standing at the door of the kitchen, let alone one old lady, even ten or a hundred little old ladies will not be able to do anything to him.

So, in the evening, on the Song family's dining table, there was an extra bowl of shiny braised pork and a large bowl of fried diced radish with eggs.

The rice was filled into two large jars, which made Song Haopo dizzy.

Everyone saw that there was braised pork on the dinner table today, so the rice must be replenished.

After a while, I mixed the braised pork soup with rice and ate it. The taste... was simply unmatched by the gods.

So the two big jars of rice were gone in ten minutes due to the frenzied snatching by everyone.

In the end, Jun Lan took away the braised pork soup and mixed it with half a bowl of rice.

No way, today's meal is for Jun Lan's birthday after all, so the sauce at the bottom of the bowl can only be left to her.

Li Xiucai mixed the remaining dregs of fried radish with eggs with rice.

Song Haopo, who almost choked to death because she ate too quickly, did not forget to remind Chen Dongyue after drinking two large bowls of water, "Dongyue, mother, I have to tell you, the weather hasn't warmed up yet. Chickens...the fodder they eat is not easy to handle.

Although I don't know why these chickens can't starve to death as long as they eat a handful of old grains every day, but we really can't raise more chickens. I'm afraid that when they return to normal, we won't win. "

Chen Dongyue asked someone to buy two more hens and raise them yesterday.

Today, they have six chickens, and they produce nearly thirty eggs a day... Not only is it enough for the whole family, but even the embroidery ladies of Qingshan Embroidery Shop have some extra egg foam in their dishes today.

Nowadays, the weather is cold and the grass and trees are dry. Chen Dongyue asked Xiaoyou to get a lot of natural chicken feed for her and put it in the space. Every day, when everyone is not prepared, she will sprinkle a lot of chicken feed in the chicken coop.

Because the chickens at home are so rare, the Song family dare not touch them easily, so no one has discovered what Chen Dongyue did.

But she wasn't afraid if she was discovered. Anyway, there was no surveillance at the moment, so who knew who fed the chicken.

She's just cheating and won't admit it, so what!

However, Chen Dongyue seriously agreed to Song Haopo's suggestion, "I know old lady, if I want to buy another chicken in the future, we won't give it a name and just kill it and eat it."

"...That's not what I meant." Song Haopo waved her hands quickly.

"It's okay. It's Jun Lan's birthday next month. Let's kill a chicken to celebrate." Chen Dongyue smiled.

Everyone said hello in unison, covering up Song Haopo's voice saying no more...

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