Seeing that the old man didn't recognize him, he thought for a moment and said, "I see that the rice in this village is growing like small trees, and there is plenty of food and clothing everywhere. I would like to ask you if there is any secret to this."
Upon hearing this, the old man smiled broadly and said, "Our village is the best village in Lingnan."
“Our village has produced two deities: one is the God of Agriculture who governs the five grains of the world, and the other is the disciple of the God of Heaven.”
"This rice variety was obtained from the God of Agriculture by our village chief, who is also the disciple of the God of Heaven. It yields 8,000 catties per mu, and even on ordinary land, it yields 6,000 catties."
"It yields twenty times more than other seeds; tending one acre of land yields the equivalent of tending twenty acres."
"Because of this production capacity, anyone here, as long as they are willing to work, even the laziest person, can support themselves."
In the old man's eyes, the laziest person he had ever met was someone who didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky.
As for someone lazier than that, he had never seen one.
Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an asked, "Where is someone coming to collect taxes?"
Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter: "Sir, I can tell you are a scholar, but you may not believe what I'm about to say."
“In our Chengxi Village, there is no tax on farming. Apart from taxes on doing business, there is no tax on farming at all.”
"You can harvest as much as you plant."
The old man said with a smug look on his face: "The village chief said that in Chengxi Village, there is no tax on farmers."
"Whoever takes it is the enemy."
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