Farmer’s Blessed Girl

On Tuesday, Lang had already sold out all the tofu, and now he was selling bamboo weaving. At a glance, he saw the lotus leaf buns in their arms. There was no way, the aroma was wafting from there.

Thinking of how expensive food is now, Zhou Lang couldn't help but reprimanded in a low voice, "Don't spend money outside, we'll be patient, we'll go back in a while, and we'll bring our own dry food tomorrow."

Mainly because they didn't expect prices to skyrocket in the county, otherwise they must have brought their own dry food.

"By the way, how much is the bun now?"

Saturday Lang: "Two cents a piece."

"Meat buns?"

"No, vegetarian bag."

Tuesday Lang stared, "Double?"

Man Bao nodded with concern, "Second brother, the brother who just sold buns said that the price of rice has risen to 32 cents."

Tuesday Lang was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Eat it quickly, and go home after you eat it."

Anyway, this bamboo weaving can't be sold for a long time, it is better to go home.

They haven't come out for so long, they don't even know that the outside world has become like this, and they have to hurry back to the village and tell Dad.

Man Bao grabbed the buns and ate deliciously, and then sat on the scooter and staggered home after he was full.

Old Zhoutou heard that food prices were soaring outside, and after being silent for a long time, he said, "Put some food at home and eat it sparingly."

Man Bao sat beside him and looked up at him with his little head raised.

Lao Zhoutou touched her little head and said, "Save a little a day, and you can save your life at a critical time. Manbao, you're going to endure hardship."

"I'm not afraid to endure hardship!" Man Bao squeezed his small fist and said, "Don't worry, Dad, I will make a lot of money."

Old Zhoutou said with a sense of disappointment: "Sometimes money can't buy food. I just hope that this autumn, the county government will be kind enough to allow us to use money instead of food."

Otherwise, the price of food will only rise and not fall, and they will not be able to buy it even if they have money. Just thinking about the autumn tax that the family has to pay, Lao Zhoutou couldn't help shivering.

It was at this moment that Lao Zhoutou felt that it was not good to have more sons at home, and the autumn tax to be paid was several times that of other families.

Old Zhou Tou glanced at his sons with some disgust, and frowned sadly.

Man Bao leaned on her shoulder and whispered, "Father, I read in the book that if there is a natural disaster in a place, the imperial court may be exempt from tax."

Old Zhoutou was not very hopeful, and said: "Our village has not been washed away, and tax exemptions can't avoid us here, and..."

What Lao Zhoutou didn't say is that the autumn tax can be exempted, but the county government can always arrange other donations to take back the tax. Isn't that what happened during the eleven-year drought of Dade?

The head of the front foot told them that the imperial court had exempted them from the tax and grain that year, and the county government of Houjiao came down and asked them to pay donations, and the shared donations were three times higher than in previous years.

Almost all of the exempted tax food was distributed to donations.

Man Bao said proudly: "I asked my friend to tell her father."

Old Zhoutou couldn't help but laugh when he saw her triumphant appearance, and asked with a smile, "Who is your friend's father?"

"It's the county magistrate."

Old Zhoutou:  …

County magistrate Fu came home in the dark again. His boots were covered in mud. He didn't go to the dining room, but went to wash up first, and then went to the dining room after the mud on his body was washed away.

Seeing Madam leading the children at the dinner table, he frowned and said, "Didn't you say, if I come back late, you can just eat first, don't wait for me."

Mrs. Fu served him a meal and smiled, "We didn't wait long. The children also want to eat with you. I'm tired today. Let's sit down and eat first."

The magistrate Fu sat down to eat.

The Fu family has a rule of not speaking, so everyone ate quietly. After the meal was over, everyone sat down to drink tea, and Mrs. Fu asked, "Do you want to go to the village tomorrow?"

Magistrate Fu sighed, "Tomorrow, I'm going to take a walk in several villages near Dali Village to determine the loss of that area."

Mrs. Fu felt sorry for him, and muttered: "Let the chief newspaper report it, why do you have to go and see it in person? Look at you, you go to this village or that township every day, many of them are deep and rivery. place, I'm afraid of you..."

"Luojiang's water is not connected to the Minjiang River. Although there are some disasters, there is no such thing as Dahong. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Fu Wenyun took the opportunity and said, "Father, is there a Qili Village next to Dali Village?"

"Yeah, how do you know?" County Magistrate Fu recalled here, "Did your little friend tell you?"

Fu Wenyun nodded without concealing, "She and her brothers went into the city today to sell things."

Magistrate Fu asked her curiously, "What did she say, did she say anything about the situation in their village?"

The reason why Magistrate Fu remembered Man Bao was because she was very smart and she was still a very young girl.

Fu Wenyun didn't hide it, she told her father everything Man Bao told her, and asked for her, "Father, if there is no food for the autumn harvest, what will they do?"

Magistrate Fu was silent and didn't speak. After a while, he put down the tea bowl and got up and said, "You guys rest first, I'll go to the front hall first."

The front hall of the Fu family is the county government office.

The county magistrate hurried away.

Mrs. Fu couldn't help staring at her second daughter, "Your father can take a break after a long time. You can't talk to him about happy things. Do you have to talk about official business at home?"

Fu Wenyun lowered her head.

Fu Wenxuan hurriedly hugged her mother's hand and smiled, "Mother, my sister also kindly reminded my father, otherwise, if something happened, my father would be even more busy."

"Then can't we wait until tomorrow, and how old is your sister, what do you know?"

Mrs. Fu felt that this kind of thing should not be done by girls, especially Fu Wenyun was only eleven years old.

In the past, county magistrate Fu would not even say this to the children, especially the two daughters.

But since meeting Zhou Man and Bai Shan last year, Magistrate Fu is no longer too shy about talking to the children. To chase her, sometimes he would talk to the county magistrate, and he would call her to the front to make tea.

Naturally, he had also considered what his daughter said this time. In fact, he had discussed it with the county magistrate and others a long time ago, but he had never been able to make up his mind.

Because there are pros and cons.

The county magistrate Fu walked to the front hall, but did not ask for the Xiancheng and others, but sat behind the desk, and after a long silence, asked for the master to be called.

Previously, those matters were discussed with the county magistrate, the county lieutenant, the chief clerk, etc., but this time he wanted to hear the master's opinion.

Because compared to the former, the master is his staff, and the one who is most loyal to him.

The master came very quickly. Today, he also followed the county magistrate Fu to go to the village. He also just ate, took a shower, and changed his clothes.

Seeing him come in, Magistrate Fu closed the door, turned to look at him, and said, "Bo Wen, have you thought about what will happen to me after this autumn?"