Ding Youtian knew that what Jian Ning said might not be unreasonable. He just told her about his plan, not that he had to make any arrangements right away.
"Look, there are six brothers. The fifth one is gone, but there are still five. I will do my best to help them. If they really don't have the blessing, it's their fate. They can't blame anyone."
Jane Ning thought of her own parents, and even if she were reborn, she still couldn't understand them. She couldn't be as cold-hearted as her parents. Even if Duan Xinning wasn't actually her past life, and she traveled through time as their stepmother, she couldn't treat them with the same indifference her parents had shown her.
After her parents abandoned her and started their own families, they were soon laid off and both became addicted to gambling, leading to the dissolution of their families. It was a common fate. After graduating from the police academy and starting work, Jian Ning, like Ding Youtian, thought that her parents were her parents after all. After working for more than half a year, she returned to the small town to visit her parents.
As you can see above, her parents, without exception, never asked her about her life over the years, but always asked her for money. Later, they would call her, and if they didn't call her, it would be fine, but when they did, they would still ask for money, with all kinds of weird reasons, and cursed if she didn't give it.
Finally, Jane Ning went to the SWAT team, changed her location, and changed her phone number, and then the contact was cut off again.
People with good intentions always forget the pain once the wound has healed. She did not tell Ding Youtian about this. Only when he slowly saw it and witnessed it himself and deeply understood the pain, would he truly let go of his good thoughts about his parents.
Of course, if Old Ding and Mrs. Meng were not as hopeless as her own parents, she would not be unwilling to fulfill her obligations to them.
It all depends on themselves.
Destiny is never in the hands of others, but in your own hands!
After waking up, Jian Ning led Ma Xiaomai and the four little ones to practice martial arts on the corridor. Ma Xiaomai wanted to be a general, so he never stopped practicing martial arts regardless of weather conditions.
When Jian Ning was feeding him moves and instructing him on how to counter some of the moves, the village head came in the drizzle wearing a hat.
Spring plowing was approaching, and the village head had come to discuss what to do with the dozens of acres of land they had left. Many villagers had previously rented farmland from government officials or from wealthy families in town.
The village head suggested that instead of letting the villagers rent farmland from the government or the private lands of the town residents, they should rent farmland from the two families. He would discuss the specific terms of rent and how the remaining grain, after paying taxes, would be distributed. He would work out a rule for both families to agree on, and it would be safe.
"This matter needs to be discussed with you by the head of the family. I'll go and wake him up. He went to bed late reading last night and hasn't gotten up yet." After hearing his purpose, Jian Ning went to the inner room to wake up Ding Youtian.
From the first to the tenth year of the Yongping reign, land tax was calculated on a household basis, with each household paying one in forty pounds of tax. This meant that for every forty pounds of harvest, one pound of tax was paid, a fairly light tax. Furthermore, at that time, the average person had half an acre of permanent farmland, considered private property and passable to future generations.
Ding Youtian was born in the sixth year of the Yongping reign, and his sixth brother was born in the ninth year. At that time, his family consisted of six brothers, plus the elder Ding and Meng, who were allotted four mu of permanent farmland. After the tenth year of the Yongping reign, land distribution ceased, and people had to pay silver to buy land or rent government farmland. Therefore, most villagers who had split up their families were forced to rent government farmland or other people's private fields.
Ten years after the Yongping era, taxes were raised twice, first to one in thirty-five and now to one in thirty. After paying in grain, the remaining grain was at the discretion of the landowner. Many villagers toiled for a year, but received barely enough to feed their families.
After getting up and washing up, Ding Youtian invited the village head into the main house. "I still have 42 mu of land. I'll keep 2 mu for myself to farm, and the remaining 40 mu can be rented out. I know all the villagers here every day, and I don't have to pay taxes on these dozens of mu of land. Now that the hybrid grain yield has increased, I'll give it a 46% share. Those from other villages will get 37%."
The village head nodded. "Let's not even talk about a 40/60 split. Even a 30/70 split is fine. Since you split 40/60, I split 40/60 too. It's just like what you said, we're all from the same village. We'll see each other sooner or later. My family's dozens of acres of land are our priority. The extra grain from yours is just what we need for making wine. So it's settled."
After the two men had discussed it, the village head went back and told the villagers about it. Every household in the village had relatives and friends within a radius of hundreds of miles. After lunch, villagers from nearby villages began to flock into Jian Ning's yard.
In view of the assassination incident last time, Mr. Ding Sanye wore a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat and took the initiative to guard outside the yard. All villagers from other villages who came to rent farmland were led to the clan ancestral hall, where Ding Youtian and the village head registered them.
In less than two days, all of Ding Youtian's 40 acres of land were rented out for cultivation.
It had been drizzling for a few days. That afternoon, Mr. Ding San went to the school to pick up Dabao and Ma Xiaomi. The rain got heavier on the way. When he arrived outside the school, he saw Ding Sheng wearing a bamboo hat and coming out of the school first. Thinking that he was still a half-grown boy, he kindly called him and asked him to get on the carriage and go with them.
Ding Sheng didn't even glance at him. He covered his schoolbag with his cotton coat and went out into the rain.
Alas, this kid has inherited his stubborn temper from his mother.
When Ding Pingshun fell ill, Chang shouldered the burden of life alone, driving the oxen to plow the fields under the scorching sun. Once, Master Ding San couldn't bear to see it and silently stepped forward to help her, but Chang refused to accept.
In one sentence, you can help her today, but what about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?
Your life is yours, and you have to live it yourself. You have to bear all the hardships and tiredness yourself.
What a miserable woman!
Uncle Ding San sighed inwardly, seeing that the family situation was getting better and better, but who would have thought that it would fall to the bottom again. What sins did he commit in his previous life?
"Third Grandpa."
Dabao and Ma Xiaomi came out, and Master Ding San hurriedly called them to the carriage. After getting in, Ma Xiaomi angrily said to Dabao, "From now on, we should ignore him. He acts like we really want to help him. He has a gloomy face all day long. If he has the guts to never talk to us again, then I will be convinced by him."
"He's in a bad mood, don't bother with him."
"It's none of our business if he's in a bad mood! He's reading books every day and can't even answer the teacher's questions. Who can we blame? I see that he's not focused on the class. I don't know what he's thinking about all day. He's like he's lost his soul."
Uncle Ding San knew they were talking about Ding Sheng. As he drove past him, he saw that his back and both legs of his cotton trousers were soaked. He didn't know what he was being stubborn about. If he was going to be stubborn, he should at least be like his mother and make a name for himself. He listened to Ma Xiaomi and thought that Ding Sheng hadn't even studied well, so why was he so stubborn?
"Gee!" With a shake of the reins, Lieyan spread his four hooves and ran forward at an accelerated speed.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Uncle Ding San just drove his cart to the village plaque when he heard faint crying. Then he saw a group of people running in front. The person running in the front without even wearing a hat was Old Ding.
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