Night fell, and there was no more words.
Late at night, it was cold.
In the quiet Li Mansion, there was no movement except for a few able-bodied men who occasionally patrolled the manor with lanterns.
Li Yunhao was sitting in his bedroom. A dim oil lamp was burning on the table beside his bed.
The light of the lamp swayed slightly, illuminating Ye Yunhao's well-defined handsome face.
Ever since Zhang Zhijiang's troops occupied Duolun County, the famous local landlord, the Li family, had become one of the main sources of food for the army.
To be honest, Li Yunhao didn't want to work for those warlords, but under the pressure of this environment, the Li family had no choice.
Because if he wanted to survive, then so did the hundred plus people in the Li Residence.
If they insisted on sticking to their pride and refused to work for the warlords, then the only outcome for the Li family was to be exterminated by the warlords or to be sent to prison.
Fierce and arrogant warlords would never reason with the people.
Those who obey me will live, and those who resist me will die. This was the most realistic portrayal of the people under the cruel rule of the warlords.
At this thought, Li Yunhao sighed helplessly." People have no choice but to lower their heads under the eaves. Everything is for survival…" He could only bear with it for now and develop slowly.
He gently touched the wick, and the dim oil lamp instantly became much brighter.
Ye Yunhao opened the window and looked at the sky outside. He estimated that it should be two or three o'clock in the morning. It seemed that he would have insomnia tonight.
Recently, everyone in the Li Residence had been busy with the spring planting. As the family head, Ye Yunhao had a lot of things to worry about through the host's previous memories.
Especially when the Duolun County government sent an official document saying that they needed to raise a large amount of grain and money to eliminate the bandits in the county this year.
In previous years, the grain tax was only 40% per mu of land, but this year, it was 60%. In previous years, the "Ding tax" for each population was only five bushels, but this year, it was seven bushels.
As for the other miscellaneous taxes, needless to say, they all increased by more than 30%.
All in all, the entire Li family had to prepare 10000 catties of grain and 5000 yuan this time. Then, they had to transport it to Duolun County within the stipulated time limit.
In ancient times, where technology was not developed, grain production was very low. On average, one mu of land could produce 200 to 300 catties of grain, which was already very good. As for those desolate and barren places, each mu of land could not even produce 150 catties of grain.
At that time, in order to have enough to eat, everyone frantically opened up wasteland and cultivated. This was because one more piece of land was equivalent to one more grain, and everyone would have one more mouthful of food to eat.
Although the commoners worked tirelessly in the fields all year round, after the autumn harvest and the grain tax, the remaining grain was barely enough for their families to eat and wear. There would not be any surplus at all.
If they encountered a natural or man-made disaster, during the years when the harvest was not good, they would dig up the grass roots and eat the tree bark. There would be refugees everywhere and starving people everywhere. That was a very normal phenomenon.
Life was already very difficult, but the county government wanted to exterminate the bandits in the county and increase taxes again this year. As a result, the lives of ordinary people were even more difficult to maintain.
10000 catties of grain, 1000 catties per cart, 10 carts of grain.
In order to prepare for this grain tax, the Li family had almost emptied out half of last year's harvest. Fortunately, the Li family had accumulated some savings over the years. Otherwise, the more than 100 people in the Li residence and the thousands of tenants of the Li family would even have a problem with this spring's rations.
Within half a month, 5 of the 10 carts of grain tax had been delivered to Duolun County.
The next morning, Li Yunhao ordered the remaining five carts of grain tax and 5000 yuan to be transported to Duolun County. As long as the last five carts of grain tax and 5000 yuan were safely delivered to the county, the Li family's mission this year would be considered successful. Li Yunhao would no longer have to worry about this matter.
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