"Hiss~!" Jiang Ming frowned, smacked his lips, and rolled his eyes.
You should know that one dan of grain is 100 jin, and 500 dan of grain is 50,000 jin of grain!
Although Chenjia Village is a large village, how can the villagers survive if they suddenly produce 50,000 jin of grain?
This winter, the whole village is afraid they will starve to death!
"Ahem! Hey you, come here!"
Jiang Ming beckoned, signaling the constable to come over and give an answer.
"Chief Jiang, what are your orders?"
"Um... is it okay to use armor as food?" Jiang Ming asked with a smile.
“Great! Absolutely! A leather armor is worth ten loads of grain!” the constable replied.
"What if it were bronze armor?"
"Bronze armor?" The constable blinked in bewilderment. "I didn't know that, but one set of bronze armor can be exchanged for ten sets of leather armor..."
"Pfft!" Jiang Ming chuckled, thinking to himself that this guy's IQ was really something else!
"What if we use armor to replace the heads of conscripts?" Jiang Ming continued to ask.
"This..." The constable scratched his head. "I really don't know. It's up to the magistrate to decide..."
"good!"
Jiang Ming patted the constable on the shoulder and said, "Go back and report to the magistrate that Chenjia Village will definitely complete the task on time!"
"Alright!" the constable said with a smile. "Dealing with Chief Jiang is so pleasant!"
After the constable left, Old Master Chen, the village chief, plopped down on the ground with a mournful expression, sighing repeatedly!
“How are we going to get through this winter? 500 dan of grain, even if the whole village doesn’t eat or drink, we still can’t scrape together enough to survive! My dear son-in-law, you’ve made such a firm promise, leaving no room for negotiation… Are you trying to send our whole village to our deaths?” Old Master Chen complained, his voice trembling with tears.
"Oh dear! What are you saying! What kind of matter is this?"
Jiang Ming squatted down, grinning, and said, "But, Father-in-law, if I help you get through this hurdle, what reward will you give me?"
"What? You want more benefits?" Old Master Chen looked at Jiang Ming in surprise.
"Hehe..." Jiang Ming laughed, "Public matters are public, and private matters are private. From a public perspective, you're the village chief, and conscription and grain requisition are your duties. I'm only responsible for catching thieves and maintaining order... If I don't handle this, you'll be in deep trouble if the higher-ups blame you. Besides, Chen Dabao has offended the Jia family, and officials protect each other, you know..."
"You! You!" Old Master Chen coughed in anger.
"What do you want? I've given you both my daughters! You can't expect me to give you my old woman too!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Father-in-law, look at what you've said! What have you come up with!"
Jiang Ming was disgusted by what he had just said. He coughed twice and said with a smile, "Father-in-law, you have 800 mu of fertile land. As the old saying goes, a son-in-law is like half a son! I don't need your 400 mu of fertile land anymore. I'll give you a 50% discount, 200 mu of fertile land. How about that?"
"You? You!"
Old Master Chen was so angry that his beard bristled: "What kind of son-in-law is this in the world! He's worse than a robber!"
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