Silver Wing City.
Yangjiao Village.
Yangjiao Village is a large agricultural village with a population of about 3,000 adults, and more than 2,900 people engaged in agricultural production.
For a long time, the ancestors of Yangjiao Village have followed the ancient traditions of cultivating fields, planting crops, weeding, and harvesting in autumn.
But this year is different. Based on the promotion of the city hall, they learned to use Bass cattle to plow the fields and use manure to fertilize the fields.
Of course, there were doubters before the work began, but the voices of doubt were suppressed under the resounding name of Luther and Pompey.
Many, many people trust this name.
Luther, Pompeii.
Today, Yangjiao Village welcomes the joy of a good harvest. All the elderly and children in every household, except those who cannot walk, go to the fields to harvest wheat.
The golden wheat and heavy ears of wheat fill the farmers with joy.
"Asia, I have been farming for 30 years, but I have never seen such heavy ears of wheat." Ani, a 36-year-old farmer, started working in the fields at the age of six, but he has never seen such full ears of wheat.
Ani picked a grain of wheat, put it in his mouth, chewed it, grinned and said to his wife.
Ani's wife, Asia, had never seen such plump ears of wheat, and her freckled face was also filled with the joy of the harvest.
Ani and Garcia's children are already teenagers. They also know what this year's harvest means and they are smiling happily.
Ani looked at his eldest son, Oxford, 18 years old. He was a great boy, as strong as a calf. He was a good farmer.
But what made Ani unhappy was that Oxford gave up the farmland at home and concentrated on studying in the primary school run by the governor.
Oxford believed that farming had no future.
"Because of the Bass cattle, we can open up some of the abandoned fields. Farming is the most promising. I want to convince Oxford that schooling has no future."
Ani said to Garcia.
"Yes, our ancestors were all farmers, and there is no future in going to school." Asia also nodded heavily.
Farmers are always more short-sighted than city dwellers because of their knowledge and vision. Many children have benefited from the free schools run by Luther, but some children have not been able to go to school because of their parents.
Seeing such a great harvest, the couple decided to cut off their son's study.
But Luther will not let them have their way.
"Oh oh oh, we don't have to go hungry this year." At this time, the heart-wrenching roars of the Abida brothers were heard in the neighbor's farmland.
Ani and Asia looked up and smiled knowingly. The brothers were also pitiful people, their family had very little farmland, but a large population.
The two brothers, their wives, and the four or five children they each had, brought together a total population of more than a dozen people.
The brothers didn't have much farmland to their name, so they never had enough to eat. But now it's different.
According to the announcement from the city hall, the grain production this year from farmland that uses manure as fertilizer will be 30% higher than in previous years.
"Don't forget, the tax rate announced by the City Hall this year is 20 to 1. 20 to 1. This is a very low tax rate. You should know that the tax rate in the Silver Wing Territory in previous years was 10 to 1. The brutal Marquis Parker levied a heavy tax of 10 to 2. This is a whirlwind from Pompeii. Long live Pompeii. Long live Governor White Eagle."
"Yes, the tax announced by the City Hall this year is 1 in 20."
The two families of Asiya came to their senses and laughed happily.
The White Eagle Territory was previously made up of six territories, but now it is divided into seven cities. Previously, the nobles and knight lords each had the right to set taxes.
This resulted in a very complicated tax situation in the entire region. The kind lords took good care of the people, while the cruel lords tried every means to reduce the farmers' food rations.
Now the city hall collects a unified tax rate of twenty to one, which is a very low tax.
Long live Pompeii!!!
The villagers of Yangjiao Village were cheering, but the knowledgeable people in the village were a little worried.
The village chief of Yangjiao Village, at Heishan’s home.
The lowest level administrative unit in the White Eagle Territory is the village. The village chief is mainly elected by the villagers, and generally, senior citizens with high moral character and high prestige are given priority.
Depending on the size of the village, these villages will be equipped with two or more village officials to help the village chief deal with situations and disputes within the village.
The current village chief of Yangjiao Village is Heishan.
One is an old man in his fifties who has received an education and has worked outside in his early years and has seen the world.
The chief of Heishan Village summoned five village officials to his home today to discuss matters.
In the simple meeting room, the expression on the face of the Heishan village chief was very solemn. The village officials were also aware of the problem and were all very serious.
"When the city hall officials came to promote the use of manure to fertilize the fields, I was skeptical. But now I am convinced that this year's grain will be 30% more than last year. Last year was also a bumper harvest. We haven't eaten all the grain at home, and the grain merchants haven't sold all the grain. This year's harvest is 30% more than last year. Of course, the poor villagers can have enough to eat, but the price of grain is bound to fall. On the contrary, the money we earn may become less."
The Black Mountain Village Chief said solemnly.
"It will definitely decrease. Many villages in our White Eagle Territory are close to the Endless Forest. These villages have cut down forests on their own, reclaimed fields, and used the power of the Bass cattle to greatly increase the area of farmland. I think the grain production in the White Eagle Territory this year will probably be 40% more than last year."
A village official said with a grim expression.
"Hey, what's going on? Eight years ago, there was a drought and the food supply in the village was halved. Everyone could only eat half full every day, and some people didn't even have half full. At that time, we were looking forward to a bumper harvest next year. We felt that nothing could compare to a bumper harvest. But now, the Pompeii family is kind and has announced and promoted their agricultural technology. The harvest is a bumper harvest, but we have to worry about the price of food."
The chief of Heishan Village sighed, feeling somewhat complicated.
A bumper harvest means everyone has enough to eat. But there is nothing else to do.
It’s true that human greed is insatiable.
After having a full meal, people will ask for more.
"Forget it. We can't come up with anything by sitting here and discussing. I hope the price of grain won't drop too much." The chief of Heishan Village sighed, and the village meeting ended.
The village officials left with heavy hearts.
(End of this chapter)
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