Potatoes are cold-resistant and drought-resistant, high-yielding, can be eaten in a variety of ways, and taste good.
The purpose of transporting potatoes to Liaodong is, first, to serve as food, second, to save money, and third, to allow the people to taste them and increase their enthusiasm for planting next year.
Clearly, the goal was achieved. At least for Yingzi's family, they quite liked the taste of potatoes. Especially roasted potatoes, which tasted similar to roasted sweet potatoes.
You should know that although sweet potatoes are also a high-yield crop, they are not suitable for planting in the north, especially when the climate becomes increasingly cold.
But in the south, the impact is not too great. After the harvest, transporting it to the north can also solve the food crisis.
"I like to eat it too. If there are no sweet potatoes, potatoes will do just as well." Yingzi laughed twice. After the potato skin cooled down a little, she broke it open like her father and slowly started to eat it.
Yingzi's father paused for a moment, but he did not tell his daughter that he had planted three acres of sweet potatoes in his private plot.
Although the government said that the climate was getting colder and sweet potatoes were not suitable for cultivation, he still held on to some hope, even if it was all in vain.
"Girl, was there anything new to talk about at night school last night?" Yingzi's father asked with a smile after swallowing the soft potato in his mouth.
Yingzi thought for a moment and said, "Sir, you did read the newspaper and gave me an explanation. A new Jilin Prefecture has been built, further north of us. The imperial court has a policy that those who move to Jilin Prefecture and reclaim wasteland are exempt from taxes for six years. After six years, the tax will be only 30% of the normal rate. After ten years, it will be only 50% of the normal rate..."
After much consideration, the emperor still did not release the land, or to be more precise, he did not release the private ownership of land.
But you can claim land, which is ready-made farmland reclaimed by the army. You can also reclaim wasteland yourself. You have the right to cultivate the reclaimed land in perpetuity, and the tax will not rise to the normal level until fifteen years later.
"This policy is really good, except that abandoned farmland is prohibited." Yingzi's eyes flickered as she said, "Abandoned land will be reclaimed by the state. If you want to claim it again, you'll have to re-register it and pay taxes."
Yingzi's father nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, he is almost white."
After a pause, Yingzi's father shook his head again and said, "It's a pity that Jilin Prefecture is too far away. Besides, our family can't cultivate so much land."
Yingzi agreed and said, "Our family is doing well now. If God takes care of us, we'll be back to normal in a year or two. That's why we don't want to go to that bitter cold place in the north!"
"Yes, we won't go." Yingzi's father nodded vigorously and said, "The Jianlu have escaped, but they haven't been completely wiped out yet. The further north we go, the more dangerous it is. It's not as safe and secure as here."
Yingzi chuckled and said, "Dad, the Jianlu are finished. How can they prosper with so few people left? When the army pushes over, they will either starve to death or surrender!"
"If they're not all wiped out, we still have to be careful." Yingzi's father didn't think he was timid. Hearing his daughter's laughter, he stroked his beard and felt relieved.
As they were talking, they heard familiar sounds outside: the snorting of horses and Zhang Zhuzi's shouting.
Yingzi hurriedly stood up, but her father had already reached out to stop her. He rushed out to open the gate of the courtyard, helped Zhang Zhuzi drive the cart in, and unhitched the horses.
Zhang Zhuzi looked at his wife standing by the door, a smile appeared on his face, and he drove a few sheep off the cart.
"These sheep are good." Yingzi's father nodded repeatedly and said, "I'll usually graze them. You can take care of the fields."
Zhang Zhuzi chuckled and said, "This goat milk is good for Yingzi's health. The book says what's in it and what it nourishes."
"Nutritious, it's nutritious." Yingzi smiled and said, "The emperor said that every family in the Ming Dynasty should have milk to drink."
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