This expropriation imposed a heavy burden on the people, with many homes being ransacked and some even unable to survive.
If it were just a few households, it wouldn't cause much of a stir. But this is a widespread phenomenon, and with so many resentful feelings, it's easy for them to coalesce.
Either rob or rebel.
Qiao Lian'er felt that the latter was more likely.
As her carriage reached the fork in the road, a large group of people also came in that direction.
She was a little wary, gripped the reins tightly, and spurred her horse to gallop at the slightest sign of trouble; these people couldn't catch up with her.
"Today the grain collection has reached more than ten miles away from Qingshui Town. Let's intercept these lackeys and take back all the grain."
"Yes, along the way, more and more villagers will join our group. When we encounter those people, we will have at least a thousand of us. If they have weapons, we will take them. Everyone has a life to live, so who is afraid of who?"
"Damn it, we tolerated the requirement to levy 50% of the taxes, which was for our contribution to the war effort. But now they're taking 70-80% and enriching themselves. If they don't want us to live, then nobody should live either."
They were filled with righteous indignation.
Qiao Zhizhi was a little scared: "Lian'er, let's leave here quickly, they're all carrying weapons."
Wood-chopping knives, large axes, stone axes, thick iron bars, shovels—everything you could want was there.
Qiao Lian'er silently drove the carriage away.
These are people who have been driven to the brink of despair, with clear goals, so they wouldn't make things difficult for an ordinary person like her.
The thought that things won't be peaceful anywhere for some time to come makes me feel depressed.
She's not in a hurry to rent out that shop, nor is she in a rush to sell the ingredients. As for Boss Cai's place, going to Jishi Medical Clinic is more discreet, but a restaurant is too easy to attract attention.
Right now, the priority is to play it safe.
I just went to the market on West Street, and the Ling family didn't come to sell kimchi. Making money these days takes courage. I wonder if those people will come back to kill us.
As the carriage entered Lingjia Village, Qiao Lian'er noticed that many villagers were busy in the fields.
They dug up the hardened farmland after the autumn harvest, broke up the soil, and then poured water in.
Is this a plan to replant rice?
Although the southern part of the Great Swamp Country has a humid climate and long hours of sunshine, it is prone to cold waves and frost in winter. Therefore, many places can only grow one season of rice. In places suitable for growing two seasons of rice, the winter temperature is no lower than 17 or 18 degrees Celsius, which is already in the tropical range.
If these villagers were to plant another season, even if there were a yield, it would be pitifully low.
Qiao Lian'er suddenly thought of something, searched her space, and found: yes, plastic greenhouse film, she had some, which could lock in the temperature and increase the yield of crops.
The crops in her space grow directly from the soil. Although there is a powerful light and temperature regulation system, they are still affected by the outside world. Therefore, the space is equipped with greenhouse film, which is available in unlimited quantities and at a low price.
If she sells the greenhouse film to these villagers, she should be able to harvest about 70 to 80 jin per mu. After all, conditions are limited in winter, and filling one's stomach is the priority. This number is about right. If she has 10 mu of land, she can harvest 700 to 800 jin, and if she has more, she can harvest up to 1,000 jin.
Without greenhouses, a cold snap or frost could result in a complete crop failure.
She plans to go back and discuss with Zhao Lizheng about starting with Datian Village.
The entire Ling family was home. Ling Laosan was planing wooden planks, and Qiu Shi was chopping pig feed.
There were two medium-sized pigs in the pigpen, their front paws resting on the railing, grunting softly.
Meanwhile, Lingyin was pickling kimchi in the kitchen.
Seeing a large carriage parked at the entrance, Qiu was somewhat surprised: "You can't get off at the intersection, where did you come from?"
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