Wen Feng, who was standing by, felt that He Fulang was still so bold in his words and deeds, and the boss's attitude towards He Fulang was still so indulgent. They seemed to be really in love.
After staying in the county town for one night, they went straight back to Wujia Village after breakfast the next day.
When the two returned home, they saw a lot of people gathered at home, and everyone looked very excited.
Chen Chen jumped off the carriage holding He Siyi, and He Jinshu followed closely behind holding He Sixuan. Chen Chen looked at the crowd and then said to Village Chief Wu who was gathered there, "Village Chief, what are you doing?"
When Village Chief Wu saw that it was Chen Chen and the others who had returned, his face lit up and he said, "Is it Chen Chen and Jin Shu who are back? We are weighing your rice!"
After harvesting the rice, every household in the village couldn't wait to weigh it. The He family was the last one to weigh their rice because they had many fields. Therefore, after weighing their rice, all the villagers came to the He family to see what was going on.
Chen Chen nodded upon hearing this, and then asked curiously, "How was the harvest this time?"
"That's fantastic," said Uncle Wu, grinning from ear to ear. "This year, the lowest yield in the village is 50% higher than last year, and the highest yield per mu is double that of last year, reaching 720 kilograms per mu."
"Uncle Shen, the harvest from the acre of land with the highest yield belongs to our family. This is all thanks to you and Uncle He." Wu Zhuan said loudly on the side.
The crowd watching nodded in agreement, and then said to Shen Chen and He Jinshu: "Yes, it's all thanks to Brother Shen and He Xiucai."
After hearing these words, Chen Zhen accepted them without any modesty, and then asked everyone, "Has our family's production output come out?"
"It's out." Lin Si, who was helping to weigh the land, said loudly, "The highest weight per mu is 740 kilograms, and the lowest weight per mu is 615 kilograms."
"740 kilograms? This is more than what Wu Zhuang has at home?" Someone in the crowd said this.
Another person echoed: "That's right, the He family is still powerful."
After hearing this, Village Chief Wu laughed and said, "Great, great, that's great. Everyone go home today to pack up and get ready. Tomorrow we'll send this year's grain tax to the county town. It won't be too late to prepare for rice planting when we get back."
Village chief Wu has been feeling aggrieved in the village for so many years, and this time he can finally hold his head high. He wonders how the county magistrate will react when he submits the grain tax this year.
After hearing what Village Chief Wu said, one man responded, "Village Chief, I'll go with you tomorrow."
"Village chief, I'm going too." The others also echoed.
Since they no longer had to be chased by yamen runners to pay grain taxes, they also wanted to join in the fun and show off.
After hearing this, Village Chief Shen said, "We don't all need to go this time. I will count the grain taxes of each household later. I will arrange for a few people to go with me tomorrow. The rest of you can continue working in the village."
Village chief Wu now has much more say in the village than before, so after hearing his arrangements, the villagers naturally had no objections.
After discussing it, Village Chief Wu led the villagers to help carry the He family's grain to the yard, then said goodbye to He Jinshu and the others, and then went home to prepare the grain to pay taxes.
After buying the land, He Jinshu changed the land registered under his name by the villagers, so his family now does not have to pay grain tax on the 30 acres of land.
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