There are many things under it, not false statements.

As soon as I returned to the yamen, I saw Shao Tingda holding his arms, holding them in his hands, and holding them under his ribs, all covered in oil paper, standing in front of the yamen.

Seeing Chen Mu coming, he ran over and shouted: "Brother Mu, I brought you a roast goose back!"

Chen Mu took the oil paper bag, looked at Shao Tingda's appearance, and smiled and said, "Why, are you snatching the Goose Tower?"

"No! I've given money, I have money!"

Shao Tingda had eight roast gooses on his body, and his face was filled with joy that could not be hidden. He lowered his head and spoke again, showing his timidity, and smiled embarrassedly: "I grew up so old, Bai Qianhu can eat such delicious food when I put wine."

"I was here yesterday. I took your horse early in the morning and went to Qingyuan County to buy nine roast gooses from his mother. I came back and let my parents and my family try it. Such a delicious thing!"

Holding the roast goose, Shao Tingda squinted his eyes and showed a few untidy teeth when he smiled, "I have to let them taste it!"

Chen Mu felt that the roast goose in his hand was very heavy, and thought his cousin was very good. He nodded and patted Shao Tingda's thick arm, "Take care of his family is a good thing. Men should take care of their family. There is nothing to be embarrassed about - you go home first, come here later and tell you something, don't forget to call Old Man Zheng too."

The horse was tied to the front yard of the yamen. Shao Tingda, who was sweating profusely, walked vigorously with eight roast geese.

Chen Mu greeted the family soldiers who were struggling to fight in the yard. After sitting in the hall and taking the table, he calmed down and planned the gains and losses of sending troops to fight in the past six months.

Shao Tingda had good legs and feet, and in just a moment, his family soldiers came to inform him that he had already come with Old Man Zheng.

After greeting a few people to sit down, Chen Mu first asked Old Man Zheng: "Old Zheng, you have looked at the fields and the salt holes in the past six months. How is the harvest? Tell me."

"Return to the general flag, according to your order, the nitrate hole next to the post station has stopped digging, and another 300 kilograms were released; the nitrate hole in the west is full of people and is skilled. I took care of it and now I have already saved 2,100 kilograms, all of which are in the iron shop, and I can dig it for a year!"

It was more than two thousand kilograms again, Chen Mu frowned and asked, "Why are there so few?"

The nitrate hole was larger and used more people, but Chen Mu was puzzled by the same amount of nitrate.

Old Man Zheng didn't dare to reply and stammered. Shao Tingda rushed to the scene and said, "What else can I do? It's just that there is far away from the river. Yu Ding is not full and has no strength. There are more than ten people who can't compare to the strength we put in at the post station."

"What about the fields, how is the harvest?"

The income of the nitrate soil did not satisfy Chen Mu, but he could understand it in his heart that he led the flag army to recruit troops to fight at the government's conscripts. Those who stayed in the garrison were all old and weak Yu Ding. He hoped that the honest Yu Ding, old man Zheng would supervise Yu Ding to dig the nitrate soil and ensure the output. This was impossible.

Especially after Old Man Zheng was exhausted and sick by the heavy work of being stolen, others were even more reluctant to put in their efforts.

The key is that the old man who used to make salt has not received any rewards and has no supervision from the banner officials, so he cannot mobilize Yu Ding's enthusiasm for working.

Chen Mu wrote a note on the desk and sighed and said in his heart: More than 5,000 kilograms of nitro earth were stored inside and outside in the iron shop. There is a white goods, but who should I sell this white goods to?

"Great harvest, the fields under our country are harvested this year, the general flag!"

When talking about the nitro soil, Old Man Zheng was embarrassed to answer, but when he mentioned the fields, he immediately stood up and bowed: "In previous years, only three stones were added to one acre of military fields, and at most two stones were added to the fields. This year, the harvest of other households was slightly worse due to the war, and even two stones were added to the two and a half stones. Our military fields under our country also had more than one stone, but the fertilizer and water from the general flag were applied to the fields, and the most land could collect two and a half stones! "

The rice planting in Qingyuanwei was two seasons. In the first season, Chen Mu and others planted the seedlings when they led the army and harvested them when they guarded Xinjiang Bridge. Now the rice has grown green in the second season. It will be considered that this year's farming will be completed only after harvesting before winter.

"When I was handing over the food, the commander said that this year the flag army was fighting abroad to bring glory to him, and only collected seven dou per mu, so that the flag army could have a good harvest!"

Old Man Zheng is grateful, Chen Mu sat with expressionless face, but cursed in his heart... I am fighting for a takeaway war, and what can I do to fight for you? I understand that it is bullying Old Man Zheng and I can't count.

The prescribed rule for the harvest of the Qingyuan Guards was to command the commander to collect 50% of the land, and the other 20% of the land was taxed to the court, leaving 20% ​​as the salary of the officers.

The commander now needs seven dou, which seems to be less, but the ward center generally has a poor harvest this year, but in fact, it still has 50% of the grain.

He is quite good at saying good things, and he has a good New Year!

Chen Mudan rolled up the floating soil that was not wiped clean on the table and asked, "The commander sent seven dou to the yamen. How much is the tax this year?"

"The three dows have been paid, and the salary of the Hundred Houses' yamen has not been paid yet. The flag army is fighting outside, and the villain dares not decide to take it without authorization." Old Man Zheng's face was complicated and uncomfortable when he said this, "General Banner, we don't have Hundred Houses' yamen!"

Can it not be uncomfortable? Chen Mu's 100 households have only the quota of General Banners and the fifty military households under his tent, and there are no other 50 flag soldiers and flag officials at all. How can the salary be calculated? Their general Banners, small banners, and one person has two salary?

"It's okay, as usual, don't you know how many banner officials should be in the hundred households? Calculate it all, cut half of it to Bai Qianhu." Chen Mu said, paused the table again and said, "Take it in two times. The original example was that the court had 20% tax and 20% salary. Then give three dou first, which is the salary of the banner officials of the hundred households this year; and give one dou again, which is the large collection this year and the extra surplus."

Chen Mu kept writing and painting with a charcoal pen on the table. After a throw of charcoal pen, they paid 90% of each acre of military land according to the households, and in the end they could still have more than four dou left!

More than 60 kilograms are more than three times that of other households.

In fact, he didn't have to calculate it. Old Man Zheng then bowed with uncontrollable joy and said, "General Banner, the Curry has stored nearly 2,000 stones of grain in the 100 households, and the General Banner's 200 acres of fields and more than 400 stones of grain collected from the 200 acres of land."

"Can the flag army have more food this year?"

"More than two thousand stones?"

Even if he thought about it, Chen Mu couldn't help but jumped suddenly when Old Man Zheng said this number.

One stone of rice can be sold for six cents of silver, and more than two thousand stones is equivalent to more than one thousand three hundred taels of silver!

"well!"

Chen Mu spread his hands without any attention, but it was a pity that the money was. Oh no, the two thousand stones of grain were not his, and the two or three hundred people under him were waiting to eat the grain to live.

"In previous years, how much grain did the flag army send?"

Chen Mu just finished asking, and Shao Tingda, who was a clear student, said: "Sometimes twelve stones a year, sometimes twelve stones a year."

This is the salary of the chief gentry. Chen Mu had to pay out the salary of the fifty chief gentry, which was only six or seven hundred stones.

"The commander said that a good New Year is here, but most of the other hundred-house flag troops will not have a good New Year, but we can."
Chapter completed!