"County Lord, this is the amount of seeds our township needs."
Village chief Jiang took out a piece of paper from his purse and handed it to Qian Chunhua.
Qian Chunhua took the paper in surprise, only to see that it was covered with words.
Although the handwriting is not good, the content can be seen clearly.
Qian Chunhua looked at it carefully. It wrote the family that needed seeds, the household name, the number of acres of land, the number of seeds needed, and the amount of silver required.
It is written in great detail and is clear at a glance.
There are thirteen households in Taoyuan Township, and ten of them have their names on this piece of paper, including the Xu family.
Only my family, my grandson's family, and my younger brother's family don't need seeds.
Qian Chunhua sighed and once again had a clear understanding of the poverty of the villagers in the village. This was the case for the villagers living near the imperial city.
Life must be more difficult in places where the emperor is far away.
The prince's future path will be difficult.
At the end of the paper, Qian Chunhua saw the total amount of silver and money needed, one ounce, thirty ounces and eighty-nine coins.
The amount is not small, but the details are listed and it is reasonable.
Qian Chunhua had no reason to refuse such a responsible village chief, so she took out a silver note from her purse, which was 104 taels.
One silver note for one tael, four silver notes for ten taels.
When he saw Qian Chunhua handing over the banknotes in front of him, Village Chief Jiang's eyes turned red and he kowtowed to Qian Chunhua again to express his gratitude.
Village Chief Jiang stood up, but did not take the banknote. Instead, he looked at Qian Chunhua and said, "County Lady, I am writing you an IOU on behalf of the villagers of Taoyuan Township. The money for the seeds is a loan from us. I will be responsible for urging everyone to pay back the debt."
Qian Chunhua did not reject Village Chief Jiang's suggestion. She asked Lu Ran to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
After Village Chief Jiang wrote the IOU, he handed the banknote to him again.
This time, Village Chief Jiang took the banknote with both hands, bowed to Qian Chunhua again, and left the main courtyard with red eyes.
Looking at Village Chief Jiang's receding back, he raised his hand from time to time and wiped his eyes.
Qian Chunhua was silent. Deep in her heart, her idea of keeping to herself was slightly shaken.
The Fujian Dynasty was based on agriculture.
Therefore, the income of most people with the surname Qi depends entirely on luck. They have businesses, but they are not well developed.
There is business, but merchants are looked down upon.
Since I know the Crown Prince and we have a good relationship, I can suggest that he vigorously develop industry and commerce after society is stable.
As for whether the prince would trust him, Qian Chunhua planned to first use his own fiefdom as a model, make a model for the prince to see, and then propose a large-scale promotion.
At this moment, Qian Chunhua seemed to understand the meaning of his time travel.
It's not about letting yourself lie down, nor is it about having a few cute and happy children.
Instead, use the knowledge and ideas you had before time travel to influence or even change this society, build your own dream home, and live your own dream life.
After leaving the main courtyard, Qian Chunhua took Lu Ran and Lu Qin for a walk around the village.
On the way, I met many villagers, all of whom had smiles on their faces and greeted Qian Chunhua enthusiastically, "Hello, Princess Ruiyun."
"Princess Ruiyun, be careful, there is ice on the ground."
Qian Chunhua hurriedly avoided the icy places. She was from Sichuan before she traveled through time, and she was not used to walking on ice and would easily fall.
"County Lady Ruiyun is a good person. The village chief just said that she has lent us money for seeds."
"I hope God will bless us this year and give us a good harvest."
"Alas, my family has no money and no rice to cook. My grandson is only two months old. How can I survive?"
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Families gathered together and chatted.
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