Upon hearing about the tax payment, everyone fell silent.
They didn't pay taxes last year, which allowed them to have a good New Year, and they've forgotten about it.
Seeing that everyone's spirits were low, Jiang Yimian only told them about the tax payment that Zhao Da had mentioned.
Upon hearing that they wouldn't have to pay taxes for two years, everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.
Old Liu grabbed Liu Dayong's arm excitedly and twisted it hard. A cry of pain rang out, and he said, "It's not a dream, Yi Mian, we really don't have to pay taxes for two years?"
He never dared to dream of not having to pay taxes. He hadn't paid taxes last year and was worried that the government would make them pay it back this year. He never imagined that he wouldn't have to pay taxes for the next two years.
Jiang Yimian nodded, "The prefectural city affected by the war will not have to pay taxes for the next two years, while other places will have to pay 10% more taxes."
The group was overjoyed to receive the affirmation. Even knowing that these wastelands would be subject to taxes in two years, they remained enthusiastic. Liu Dayong, despite his aching arm, even managed a smile.
Old Liu simply said to everyone, "We'll clear more wasteland these next few days and try to plant it this year."
It would be best to cultivate a paddy field in the low-lying area as well, and then dig ditches and draw water from the stream to irrigate it, so that they can grow more grain.
Last year, their little over one mu of land yielded more than a thousand jin of grain, which really surprised them. They couldn't figure out why, except for the blessing of God.
This year is unlikely to be so lucky; if we want to harvest more grain, we'll have to cultivate more land.
Everyone responded that the main reason they hadn't been able to cultivate more land last year was because they didn't have enough seeds; there was simply no other way.
This year is different. Besides the seeds we have at home, we can buy some more in town.
With the help of the three Zhao brothers, the work was much faster.
Seeing everyone working so hard, Jiang Yimian smiled. After the meal, she saw Old Man Liu and Zhao Dashu working in the fields.
I don't know what they sprinkled on the ground.
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