Farming in another world to make a fortune

That night, when Yu Zhou woke up from wine, the shadow of the moon had already moved westward, and the whole village was silent, not even a dog barking.

Fortunately, he had expected this result a long time ago. Before dinner, both he and Jin Chuan washed up.

So after putting Jin Chuan on the bed, he just boiled some water and wiped their faces and hands before falling asleep.

The biological clock that has been fixed will not change for a while, even if he went to bed much later than usual the day before, Yu Zhou will wake up again as soon as Mao o'clock the next day.

He still lightly got off the bed, but Jin Chuan, who usually wakes up for a while, didn't make any movement.

Yu Zhou turned around and tucked in the quilt, and smiled in his heart, it seems that the little rice wine yesterday was quite powerful for Jin Chuan.

It wasn't until Chen time that Jin Chuan frowned and came out of the main room while rubbing his temples with one hand and holding the door frame with the other.

Yu Zhou happened to be going to his husband's house with some things. Seeing this, he put down his things and helped him sit down at the table. He poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of Jin Chuan, "You shouldn't have been allowed to drink so much wine yesterday."

He didn't think too much about it at the time, he just felt that the crabs He Yunqi sent were delicious, and if he didn't finish eating them, he wouldn't be able to eat them overnight, so he didn't stop Jin Chuan from eating more.

But crabs are cold in nature, and Jin Chuan has a cold body, so Yu Zhou watched him eat a few crabs, so he poured him a few glasses of wine.

I never thought that Jin Chuan would get drunk so easily, and he still had a hangover.

Jin Chuan drank the hot tea in two gulps, and muttered, "You didn't pour it for me."

After he finished speaking, he paused, his somewhat dull head finally turned around, raised his head and looked at Yu Zhou steadfastly: "Why haven't you gone to Mr.'s place yet?"

"Just now," Yu Zhou put his hand on Jin Chuan's forehead worriedly, "Shall I get you some porridge?"

"I don't have an appetite now, I want to eat later, I'll serve it myself," Jinchuan Ren Yuzhou put his hand on his forehead, and said, "Besides, I feel sick after drinking, and it's not that I have a fever."

After speaking, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself another cup of hot tea.

Yu Zhou saw that his hand pouring the tea was quite steady, and it was almost time to report to the husband, so he told him, "Go to rest after eating, and wait for me to do anything when I come back."

Jin Chuan nodded slowly.

When Yu Zhou left, he was still sitting at the table looking uncomfortable. After all, he was worried. After finishing class at his husband's house, he hurriedly excused himself to leave.

As soon as he came out of Mr.'s house, Yu Zhou saw several people carrying millet in baskets and walking under the big locust tree, then he caught up with one and asked, "Uncle, are these people from the government here to collect the land tax?"

"Yes, you should hurry back and pick all the millet into the big locust tree," said the person who was being questioned, "The yamen servant just drove the carriage to collect the ones from our village today. .”

"I'll go back and prepare now." Yu Zhou nodded in response, but his pace didn't speed up much.

In his family, rice was planted in two acres of paddy fields, rape and wheat were planted on one of the two acres of dry land, and he planted at least half an acre of sweet potatoes on the remaining one acre, and the rest were miscellaneous things such as corn and vegetables.

The field tax only collects rice or money. If rice is handed over, it is estimated that more than half of the rice produced by his family's two acres of paddy fields will be handed in as the field tax.

Yu Zhou and Jin Chuan lived a precarious life for a long time, so now that they have collected the early rice at home, both of them are reluctant to hand it over.After some discussion, it was decided to pay the money.

Although it is the same, you can still buy food with money, but having enough millet at home gives you a different sense of security.

Yu Zhou bypassed the villagers huddled together under the pagoda tree, and the government servants who came to collect the land tax.When I got home, I found that the door of my yard was actually locked from the inside.

He was surprised at first, because under normal circumstances, unless the two of them went to a place like the town where they couldn't come back for a long time, they would lock the door, otherwise, even if they went to the field, the door would only be ajar.

When Yu Zhou's raised hand was about to land on the door, he suddenly thought of something and took it back, shaking his head helplessly and retreated to the door to wait.

After standing for a while, there were footsteps coming towards the door in the yard, followed by the sound of the latch being lowered, and then the door was pulled open.

Seeing Yu Zhou standing at the door, Jin Chuan couldn't help but startled, "Why didn't you knock?"

Yu Zhou asked without answering, "Have you counted?"

Jin Chuan was a little surprised when he heard the words, and then understood, nodded and said in a low voice: "The count is over, I took out five taels of silver, and there should be some left after paying the land tax later."

"About four taels is enough to pay a whole year's talent." When Yu Zhou passed by the big locust tree just now, he heard the villagers discussing the land tax of dry land and paddy field. After a little calculation, their two-acre paddy field Adding two acres of dry land, the land tax to be paid in exchange for silver should be more than three taels to less than four taels.

Since getting married, Jin Chuan has been in charge of the family's money, and he put away most of it, leaving only a few hundred cash in the cabinet for normal use, and locked the door now, just to go to the place where the money is hidden to get the land tax money.

Yu Zhou also knew the place where the money was hidden. Every night after Jin Chuan finished counting in front of him, he would happily tell him how much money the family had now, so when he heard that he had taken five taels, he thought about it. When I heard the deposit amount, I asked casually: "There are still about 50 taels left at home?"

Jin Chuan said: "There are only 50 taels in there, and there are a little more than a tael that are scattered. I took them out and put them in the cabinet for normal use."

"There will be more and more." Yu Zhou said, he still writes a storybook for the bookstore every month, adding up the new and old ones, at least one or two more per month, and even some in good times. Two or three taels, enough for the two of them, and there is still leftovers.

And now that the early rice has been harvested, the money for buying food, the biggest monthly consumption, is also saved.

Jin Chuan said: "I know."

He is in charge of the family's money. Every time Yu Zhou comes back from the town, he will give him the money he earns, and he is still making money by embroidering things. Can he still not know the growth rate of the family's money? ?

After Yu Zhou put away the basket containing the pen and ink, he said, "Let's go, let's go see how Aunt Chen's house is getting ready, and go with them to the pagoda tree later."

When they reached the gate of Chen's courtyard, they saw Uncle Chen and Chen Feng moving the millet out of the main room in baskets, and there was a lot of millet piled up in the yard.

Seeing Yu Zhou and Jin Chuan coming in, Aunt Chen smiled and asked, "Boy Zhou and Jin Chuan are here, are your millet ready?"

"Our family has only a small amount of land, and the grain harvested is almost enough for our own food," Yu Zhou said, "So we discussed it and decided to pay money."

Aunt Chen said, "That's a lot of money."

Yu Zhou shrugged, and said helplessly, "It's better than handing over the millet now, and buying it when there's nothing to eat."

"That's right." Aunt Chen nodded, although he knew that Yu Zhou's family was different from most people in the village. Everyone would add some grains such as corn and sorghum when cooking. Get more rice.But both Yu Zhou and Jin Chuan can make money, that's their ability.

Besides, Yu Zhou glanced at the amount of millet in the yard, looked at Uncle Chen and Chen Feng who were still moving out, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, "Auntie, I remember your family's field, so you don't have to pay so much millet in the first half of the year, right?"

"We plan to hand in the rice for the second half of the year. When the late rice matures, we can keep it for our family and don't have to hand it in," Aunt Chen said with a smile. "After all, the late rice should be delicious."

But if you pay all early rice, you have to pay more.But Yu Zhou knew what he said in his heart, so he didn't say it out, just like the Chen family didn't say much when they knew he paid the money.

After all, both families have their own plans, and no one is jealous of the other, so they don't care so much.

Uncle Chen and Chen Feng moved all the millet to be handed over to the yard, and Yu Zhou helped to count and confirm the amount to be handed over.

Aunt Chen, who had been watching from the corner, said: "Boy Zhou, when you go under the big locust tree later, help your uncle pick up a few loads of millet."

"I don't need you to mention this." Yu Zhou said with a smile.

Aunt Chen nodded with a smile, "If you hand over the money, don't be in a hurry to join everyone who handed in the millet. It won't be too late after everyone has finished handing in the money. Anyway, the yamen servants don't worry about letting it go."

"Okay." Yu Zhou thought the same way before, it's best to stay at the back and not be seen by others.

Speaking of which, Uncle Chen and Chen Feng picked up millet and went out, and Yu Zhou also picked a load of grain and followed behind.

When he got to the door, Yu Zhou heard Aunt Chen sigh in the yard and said, "After the harvest of the first half of the year is completed, there are not a few loads of millet left."

Yu Zhou imagined how Jin Chuan was counting silver at home with the door locked, and then sighed, and said to Jin Chuan who was following him, "I will try my best to be a scholar first, so that we don't have to pay the land tax in the future." gone."

Like Mr. Wen, when everyone in the village is eager to pick out millet to pay the land tax, he can still teach students to write at home leisurely.

Jin Chuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Then we have to buy a few more acres of land, and a scholar can be exempted from paying the land tax for ten acres of land."

"Okay, buy more." Yu Zhou said, "If we can't grow it ourselves, we will rent it out to the people in the village."

"Okay." Jin Chuan smiled until his eyes rolled.

The days are like running water, and in a blink of an eye, it is the ninth day of September.

Wearing new clothes prepared by Jinchuan, Yu Zhou carried a bamboo tube for food and water on his back, and went to the entrance of the village early in the morning to meet Yu Wenliang.

It turned out that Yu Wenliang was earlier than him, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, standing upright under the tree with a back basket on his back, with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on the road out of the village.

Yu Zhou stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about anything," Yu Wenliang quickly shook his head, "Brother Xiaozhou, let's go."

Yu Zhou pondered for a moment and asked, "You are not nervous, are you?"

Yu Wenliang staggered, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Yu Zhou reassured: "Don't be nervous, I will be there, and Brother He will also come, he is very powerful."

Yu Wenliang didn't know He Yunqi, but he heard his grandfather mentioned it a few days ago, and after thinking about it for a moment, he nodded slightly.

It took only a stick of incense from Yu Zhou's village to the foot of Qingyan Mountain, and the two traveled quickly.

I thought it was early enough, but someone was earlier than them.

Yu Zhou glanced at the crowd who had already arrived, but he didn't see He Yunqi and Xiao Zhu, so he planned to find a corner and wait.

In the end, I took Yu Wenliang for a few steps, and a person came out of the crowd who had gathered together to talk, and stopped in front of them, waving a fan: "Hey, isn't this Yu Zhou? You came to Qingyan Mountain with a basket on your back— —”

Having said that, he deliberately paused for a moment, and after attracting the attention of all the people around him, he slowly uttered those two words, "Chopping firewood?"