A gentle breeze blew, and the wheat waves were like golden waves. Liu Chuan saw this scene and a sincere smile gradually appeared on his face.
Regardless of whether it was an occupied area or not, he knew that the commoners were the ones who suffered the most. They were the foundation of the country and the lowest level of the country.
The Kuomintang-ruled area occupied the righteous cause, but the lives of the common people were not necessarily good. As a Sichuanese, he remembered the history of Sichuan very clearly.
During the Anti-Japanese War, the Chongqing government collected military rations in order to feed the army under its command. The entire tax revenue of Sichuan was collected 50 years later.
One could imagine how much pressure the rich Land of Abundance had to bear in order to fight the war. After the war ended, the entire Sichuan was completely poor, and the Land of Abundance became a refugee kingdom.
Many people might not be able to imagine such a scene. If one said that they were poor and empty, but if one said that the granary at home was full of spider webs, would one understand?
Every time he thought about how some people were using their keyboard warrior abilities to question what Sichuan had done, Liu Chuan really wanted to chop this ignorant kid into pieces.
The sound of the car stopping pulled Liu Chuan back to reality. When he got out of the car, he saw rows of newly built houses. Most of the houses were built with mud, while some were built with wood.
There was a courtyard in front of the manicure shop. There was also a large courtyard on the top of a mountain. There were a few houses that looked like warehouses beside it.
This was the grain-sunning field. The warehouse next to it was a temporary storage place for the grain after sunning.
These people were all refugees, and Liu Chuan had settled them down here.
Perhaps to many people in the Kuomintang-controlled areas, or even the occupied areas, Liu Chuan was a complete traitor, a dog traitor who committed all kinds of evil.
However, to these ex-refugees, Liu Chuan had given them a new lease of life, and they were grateful to him from the bottom of their hearts. If it wasn't for Liu Chuan, they would have become bones by the roadside.
" Chaotic times, chaotic times. We can only see descriptions of chaotic times in history books. Fields are barren, large numbers of people die, and then a bunch of numbers.
We can't find any specific descriptions of the troubled times even if we flip through the entire history books, because the historians don't know how to describe the troubled times.
The number of soldiers and civilians who died at the hands of the Japanese was 35 million. This was the direct number, but what about the indirect number?
For example, because of the Japanese's burning, killing, and looting, countless people became refugees and eventually died on the roadside, turning into skeletons. Who knew about this?
They can only merge with the earth and silently watch our descendants from underground.
Here, Liu Chuan did not see any hostile gazes. He led his men on the fields and greeted the people working in the fields with a smile. The people welcomed him with sincere and grateful smiles.
In the end, the people were more concerned about their daily necessities. They were concerned about whether they could eat their fill and survive.
In many cases, the country's righteousness had nothing to do with them. Or rather, they were unwilling to think about the country's righteousness because life would crush their spines.
Outsiders scolded Liu Chuan, but they were grateful to him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Grandpa, how many acres of land did your family plant this year?”
Liu Chuan came to a family's wheat field and asked with a smile as he looked at the busy old man. In addition to the old man, there were a few young men in the field. They seemed to be his descendants.
"We planted quite a lot this year. There are six of us in our family. That was about it. The wheat field was about seven or eight acres, and the rest were sweet potatoes. They were planted too late this year, so there was no time to plant them. We should be able to plant wheat next year."
The old man looked at Liu Chuan with indifference. When Liu Chuan settled them down and asked them to plant the wasteland, Liu Chuan often walked around the fields.
These commoners were familiar with him, so they were not distant.
"Then your family planted a lot. Seven to eight mu of wheat. Looking at this year's harvest, one mu of wheat should be about 80 catties, right? Seven or eight Mu was still about six hundred catties.
There were still six to seven acres of sweet potatoes here, which could harvest seven to eight thousand catties of sweet potatoes. Looks like you guys will have a good year this year ~"
Liu Chuan smiled and sat down.
"Hey, that's true, but don't we have to pay taxes? I hope it can be less. There were too many in previous years, and we commoners can't eliminate it ~"
Seeing that Liu Chuan was easy to talk to, the old man mustered up his courage and said. Previously, the Japanese's tax collection was really a scam.
Generally speaking, a 20% tax doesn't feel high, but it's not low either, right? Am I right?
Usually, a 30% tax was already very high. 40% would make the people feel a little uncomfortable. However, the Japanese were different. They had to pay 60% of the tax. The common people had a hard time.
Once the harvested grains were paid taxes, how would they survive? Just food? Don't even think about it. The food would run out after three to four months, and the remaining eight to nine months would be gone.
Usually, they would eat a mixture of grain and wild vegetables. During the slack season, there was no work, so they would eat as little as possible. Otherwise, the family would not be able to survive.
As a result, the Japanese were killing the goose that laid the golden eggs. The commoners could not live on and became refugees. The land became more and more barren. Otherwise, how could it be said that we built a great country on ruins and that our good days were not easy to come by? There was a reason for this.
"Grandpa, do you want to smoke?"
Liu Chuan didn't answer. He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to the old man.
" Eh? I'm not used to your cigarettes. It's better to eat my tobacco leaves."
As he spoke, the old man took out his pipe and took a puff.
"Grandpa, don't worry. Don't worry, the tax this year will definitely not be high. Just wait and see ~"
Liu Chuan patted the old man's shoulder as he spoke. He stood up and led his men to patrol other places. These refugees planted wasteland, so the wheat yield this year was not high.
To be precise, before the advent of crossbreeding technology, the yield of crops was not high.
What is the yield of one mu of wheat in our future? There was no specific data, but a few pieces of information could be obtained from the wheat production in various parts of the country.
For example, in the case of good weather in the future, the highest average yield of wheat in the future was 1,200 catties per mu.
In some places where the land was not good, the yield of wheat per mu would not be less than 600 catties. It was between 600 catties and 800 catties. In Henan, the average yield per mu was between 700 to 900 catties.
This is our future generation, with the support of hybrid technology and other chemical fertilizers.
During the period of the Republic of China, what was the yield of wheat per mu?
Take Shandong Province as an example. During the Republic of China, the highest yield of wheat in Shandong Province was 146 catties per mu. This was an accurate number, but the word average indicated that the difference was huge.
Generally, fertile land, which was good farmland, could produce up to 200 catties of wheat per mu. There was not much land like this.
Most of the land was ordinary, and the yield per mu was about 120 catties. This was a standard. As for some land that was not too good, such as the wasteland that had just been cultivated.
This kind of land had a yield of about 70 to 90 catties per mu. This was the yield of wheat per mu during the Republic of China.
Therefore, it made sense for Liu Chuan to say that the common people could have a good year with a yield of about 80 catties per mu. With such a yield on the newly planted wasteland, the common people could have a good year.
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