Chapter 284: Disunited Jiangjia Village

Although Jiang Shoujia values ​​his family more.

But he is the clan leader and the village chief of Jiangjia Village after all.

This responsibility must always be shouldered.

We cannot abandon the lives of the villagers.

Without food, people will die.

"Siyin, come with me to inform the villagers. Everyone else should go to the fields to harvest the crops. Start working before it gets dark."

As soon as he finished speaking, he went out with a rolling pin and a wooden basin.

Jiang Siyin also hurriedly followed.

The father and son moved separately, shouting loudly in the village.

"Gather at the village entrance, there is something important—"

"Everyone, come out and go to the big tree at the entrance of the village—"

"Don't sleep, come out——"

The voices of the two people were sometimes far away and sometimes close.

I'm worried that some people go to bed early and won't hear it.

Every time they passed a house, they would knock loudly on the door.

"Dong, Dong, Dong--" the sound of the rolling pin hitting the basin could be heard from time to time.

A quarter of an hour later.

The entrance to the village was crowded with people.

Some were eating with bowls in hand, some were picking their teeth after finishing their meals, and some were squinting with messy hair, obviously having fallen asleep and being woken up.

Everyone looked at the father and son in confusion.

"Something bad has happened. I have noticed that the birds and animals in the mountains are not behaving normally these past few days. I am afraid something strange is going to happen. I am afraid there will be a flood. In addition, there are a lot of clouds these past two days. If it rains, it will rain in two days at the latest. Therefore, we should all start the autumn harvest early. Don't sleep this year. It is urgent to harvest food.

Although it is autumn harvest now, the yield per mu will be lower, but if it rains suddenly, we will have nothing to harvest. You should all go home and get your sickles. Don't waste time. Tonight and tomorrow morning, we should be able to harvest everything. If we can get some sun for a day and a half and store the grain well, we won't be afraid..."

Jiang Shoujia made up an excuse.

But he hadn't finished speaking yet.

Someone interrupted.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The land is in a state of dryness. All the fish in the river are dead and it's raining. Even if you are the chief of the tribe, you wouldn't dare to talk nonsense like that. Do you know what an early autumn harvest means?

We have had a hard time this year due to the drought. The yield per mu is definitely much lower than in previous years. If we have to wait for the autumn harvest, will we survive the second half of the year? Are we going to have to eat wild vegetable porridge and brown rice porridge every day? If we wait for the autumn harvest, we won't even have brown rice for the whole year. Why are you staying up late at night and making a fuss here? "

The person who spoke was about the same age as Jiang Shoujia.

In addition, food is particularly important to farmers, so he was very angry.

Others are not much better.

Everyone pointed at the father and son and cursed at them.

Some people also said that they regretted choosing him as the clan leader or village chief.

For a while, there were all kinds of opinions.

Although Jiang Shoujia looked unhappy, he believed in his granddaughter.

This rain will definitely fall.

"If you believe in me and are willing to harvest the autumn harvest early, stand on the left and let me see who is there."

Jiang Shoujia knocked the wooden basin with a rolling pin to stop them, and when they calmed down, he spoke loudly again.

Only a dozen people came out of the crowd.

They are Ma Chunxia and her husband and Wang Taohua and her husband.

As well as Jiang Zichong and Jiang Guangyi’s second brother Jiang Guangan.

At that time, Jiang Guangyi's eldest son Jiang Linfeng brought his family to inherit his name.

They have a good relationship with the Jiang family.

In addition, two people who were delivering bamboo sticks to the Jiang family also stood over, probably because they were afraid that they would not be able to pass because the Jiang family hated them and would not allow them to deliver bamboo sticks.

Everyone else stood on the right, not moving.

It was not until Jiang Shoujia urged two or three times that seven or eight families came out.

These people are also responsible for making bamboo sticks and bamboo tubes for the Jiang family.

No more.

This only accounts for one tenth of the population in the village.

Jiang Shoujia's head started to hurt.

He simply came up with a crooked idea.

"If you don't stand to the left, I won't accept your bamboo tubes anymore."

Once these words are spoken, what will happen?

Harvesting in advance will only result in lower output, but it will not be enough to offset the long-term income of the Jiang family.

What if I get chosen by the Jiang family to be made into bamboo sticks in the future?

Then you can earn more.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a loss.

With profit at the forefront, the number of people on the left and right sides was tied in an instant.

"You guys standing on the right, are you sure? You're not going to harvest in advance? I'm going to say this beforehand. The government's tax rate is going to increase by 40% this year. If it really rains, not only will you not get any harvest, you'll also have to pay grain tax. Don't come to me then, after all, I've already informed you in advance.

Of course, an early autumn harvest will only result in a smaller yield. After a rain, the mushrooms and wild vegetables in the mountains will surely grow like crazy, so you won’t starve to death. Believe me or not, it’s up to you.”

Jiang Shoujia finally struck.

He spread the news that the government was going to raise taxes.

These people immediately panicked.

"What? The tax has increased? A full 40%? Oh my God, you are trying to kill us. The ears of corn this year are not big to begin with, and the harvest may not even be half of last year's. Now you are raising the grain tax again, how are we going to survive?"

"You are not trying to trick us so that we can harvest the crops earlier, are you?"

"That makes sense. The weather is already so dry, if the government raises taxes again, it would be really heartless."

"Humph, how can he, a farmer, know these things? Do you really believe it? Anyway, my family will not harvest in advance. Whoever wants to harvest can harvest. If it doesn't rain by then, I don't know where you can go to cry. Anyway, my family will not harvest in advance."

The former clan leader Jiang Guangyi sneered.

He put his hands behind his back, as if the village official was still himself.

But now, Jiang Shoujia is standing in a high position.

He could only look up.

Jiang Guangyi came up with a plan.

Why not take this opportunity to bring him down?

If it didn't rain, he would trick the villagers into harvesting the crops early, and then they would surely resent him.

And he stood up and made the decision for these people.

The position is back under his butt.

Under his leadership.

The two groups started arguing.

The noise lasted for half an hour, and the sky became completely dark.

Jiang Shoujia lost his patience.

His conscience has been exhausted. Since these people don't appreciate it, he will leave his life and death to God.

"Okay, I'll remember your choice. I hope that in the future, if it really rains and you don't get any harvest and can't pay taxes, you can figure out a way out on your own. I won't interfere. If that doesn't work, you can sit in this seat if you want."

Jiang Shoujia left with his son.

The villagers standing in the crowd on the left went home one after another, calling on others to get their farm tools and prepare to go to the fields.

The villagers on the right were also yawning and preparing to go home to sleep.

Only seven or eight families are still undecided.

Widow Liu was among them.

"Whose words do you believe?"

Her son and daughter-in-law were both at home and did not come, so she was the only one who could make the decision.

Wang Xiulian's family chose to harvest in advance because of their eldest son Jiang Zi Chong. But widow Liu didn't think so. Selling those bamboo tubes could not compare to selling food. The price of brown rice has increased so much now. If they harvest in advance, they will lose at least a few hundred coins.