There are a lot of things to do, and it's not a lie.

As soon as he returned to the yamen, he saw Shao Tingda holding it in his arms, holding it in his hand, and holding it under his ribs, all of which were oiled paper bags, standing at the yamen with a roar.

Seeing Chen Mu coming, he hurriedly 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 said with a smile: "What, you robbed the goose building?" ”

"Nope! I gave money, I have money! ”

Shao Tingda was carrying eight roast geese, with unconcealed joy on his face, he lowered his head and showed timidity, and smiled embarrassedly: "I am so big, Bai Qianhu will eat such a delicious thing when I put wine." ”

"Yesterday, Bai Qianhu was here, not good. I took your horse early in the morning and went to Qingyuan County, bought nine roast geese from my mother, and came back to let my father and mother taste it with the Hun family, such a delicious thing! ”

Holding the roast goose, Shao Tingda squinted his eyes a little philistine, and smiled to reveal a few untidy teeth, "I have to let them taste it!" ”

Chen Mu felt that the roast goose in his hand was very heavy, and felt that his cousin was very good, so he nodded and patted Shao Tingda's thick arm, "It's a good thing to take care of your family, men should take care of your family, there's nothing to be embarrassed about - you go home first, and I'll tell you when I come over, don't forget to call Old Man Zheng too." ”

The horse was tied to the front yard of the yamen, and Shao Tingda, who was sweating profusely, was unaware, and walked like a fly with eight roast geese.

Chen Mu greeted the soldiers who were working hard in the courtyard, and sat down on the table in the hall, then calmed down and calculated the gains and losses of sending troops to fight for half a year.

Shao Tingda's legs and feet were good, and in just a moment, the family soldiers came to report that he had come with Old Man Zheng.

Beckoning a few people to sit down, Chen Mu first asked Old Man Zheng: "Lao Zheng, in the past six months, you have looked at the fields and nitrate caves, how the harvest is, let's talk about it." ”

"Back to the general banner, according to your order, the nitrate hole on the side of the post station has been dug anymore, and another three hundred catties have been produced; The nitrate cave in the west, there are many people, and they are all skilled, and the old man takes care of it, and now it has boiled out two thousand one thousand catties, all of which are stored in the iron workshop, and they can be dug for a year! ”

It was more than two thousand catties again, Chen Mu frowned, and asked, "Why is it so little?" ”

The nitrate hole was bigger and used more manpower, but boiling the same nitrate, which made Chen Mu feel puzzled.

Old man Zheng didn't dare to reply, he stammered and didn't say anything, Shao Tingda looked anxious and said: "What else, it's far away from the river, Yu Ding can't eat enough and has no strength, and ten more people can't compare to our strength when we were 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 also understand in his heart that he led the flag army to send troops to fight at the call of the government, and those who stayed in the guard were all old and weak Yu Ding, and it was impossible to expect the honest Yu Ding Zheng to supervise Yu Ding to dig the nitrate and ensure the output.

Especially after Old Man Zheng was sick from the physical work of boiling nitrate, others were even more reluctant to exert their strength.

The key is that the old man who boiled the nitrate in the past did not get the reward, and there was no flag officer to supervise the pressure, so he could not mobilize Yu Ding's enthusiasm for work at all.

Chen Mu wrote a note on the case, sighed lightly and said in his heart: There are more than 5,000 catties of nitrate in the iron mill inside and outside, and there are white goods, but who should I sell this white goods to?

"Harvest, its fields have a bumper harvest this year!"

The old man Zheng was embarrassed to answer when he mentioned the nitrate, but when he mentioned the field, he immediately got up and said: "In previous years, one acre of military land was more than three stones, and the field was at most two stones, and this year, the harvest of other hundred households was slightly worse due to the war, even if it was less than three stones in two seasons, our military field, and the field was also more than one stone, but the field applied the fertilizer and water of the general banner, and the most land could collect as much as two and a half stones!" ”

Qingyuanwei's field planted rice for two seasons, the first season was Chen Mu and others led the army to plant seedlings, and the harvest was harvested when guarding the Xinjiang Bridge, and now the second season of rice has grown green, just wait for the harvest before the winter to complete this year's farming.

"When the grain was delivered, the commander said that this year's flag army will win glory for him in the foreign campaign, and only seven buckets per mu will be harvested, so that the flag army will have a good year!"

Old man Zheng was grateful to Dade, Chen Mu sat expressionless, but scolded his mother in his heart...... Lao Tzu is selling his life to fight, which one of you commands and fights? Dog's day understands that bullying Old Man Zheng doesn't count.

The rule of the Qingyuan Guard's field harvest was to command the envoy to take 50 percent, the other 2 percent of the field tax to the imperial court, and 20 percent to keep for the officer's salary.

Now the commander wants seven buckets, which seems to be less, but the general harvest of the guard station this year is also poor, in fact, it still collects fifty percent of the grain.

It's quite good to say pretty things, and it's a good year!

Chen Mu played the unwiped floating soil on the table and asked, "The commander sent seven buckets to the yamen, how much is the tax this year?" ”

"The three buckets have all been handed over, the Yulu of the hundred households of the yamen has not yet been handed over, the flag army is fighting outside, and the villain does not dare to make decisions without permission." Old man Zheng's expression was complicated and uncomfortable when he said this, "General Banner, we don't have a hundred yamen!" ”

Isn't it uncomfortable, the 100 households at the head of Chen Mu only have Chen Zongqi and the fifty military households under his account, and there are no other 50 flag soldiers and flag officers at all, how can this be calculated? Their general flag, small flag, one person double salary?

"It's okay, as usual, you don't know how many flag officers there should be in the hundred households? Calculate it all, cut it in half and send it to Bai Qianhu. Chen Mu said, paused on the table again, and said: "Send it twice, the original example is that the imperial court pays two percent of the tax and two percent of the Lu, then send three buckets first, it is the flag official of the hundred households this year; Send another bucket, it is this year's big harvest, the extra balance. ”

Chen Mu kept writing with charcoal in his hand on the table, and at the end of the charcoal, they paid ninety percent of the income per mu of military land according to the hundreds of other households, and in the end there were more than four buckets left!

More than 60 catties, more than three times that of other 100 households.

In fact, he didn't need to count, and then Old Man Zheng said with irrepressible joy: "General Banner, there are nearly 2,000 stone grains stored in the warehouse, and more than 400 stone grains collected from the 200 acres of fields in General Banner. ”

"Is it possible to have more food for the flag army this year?"

"More than 2,000 stones?"

No matter how much he calculated in his heart, when Old Man Zheng said this amount, Chen Mu's heart couldn't help but jump violently.

One stone of rice can be sold for six dollars and eight cents of silver, and more than 2,000 stones are equivalent to more than 1,300 taels of silver!

"Alas!"

Chen Mu spread his hands senselessly, but it's a pity that this money, oh no, these two thousand stones of grain are not his, and his two or three hundred people are waiting to eat food to live.

"In previous years, how much food was distributed by the flag army?"

After Chen Mugang asked, Shao Tingda, who was clear about this matter, said: "Sometimes twelve stones a year, sometimes fourteen stones a year." ”

This is Zhengding's Yulu, Chen Mu wants to send out fifty Zhengding's Yulu, that is, only six or seven hundred stones.

"The commander said that it was a good year, but most of the other hundred banner armies had a bad year, but we can."

Chen Mu got up, lightly buttoned the table, and said: "Gather the flag army, open the warehouse and release grain, the first crop of rice, ten stones per household, Chen Mou's hand-in-hand hair!" ”