Gu Xiang finally walked out of the greenhouse and sat in the farm library, the sky became dim.

The lights in the library are always the brightest and softest.

Gu Xiang spread his diary - Today, I squatted on the ground for five tomatoes for nearly two hours. Oh, what a precious tomato!

Perhaps in the future, someone will understand her helplessness.

Well, maybe not?

Unless her diary instinct can travel through parallel time and space and return to where she came from.

Gu Xiang's imagination is still relatively rich. If she likes to write online novels, it will be difficult to continue if she doesn't have any brains.

Sitting in the library, I wrote my diary every stroke. I remember that many years later, my tomb was archaeological and the diary was unearthed. Later generations studied it in depth, but I wonder what interesting interpretations would be about the semi-made and semi-real diary contents that I wrote hand-written.

After dealing with the trivial matters outside, Xiao Lingyun also went to the library to take a break and poured two cups of red date tea for Zhao Susu and her little wife. She looked up at the little wife's dissipated eyes. She thought she felt sorry for the tomatoes, and she smiled and explained: "The uncles and aunts on our farm are all experts in farming. There is no big problem with these tomatoes and will be well raised soon."

Zhao Susu also said: "The vegetables on our farm grow well and the roots are strong, and some diseases and pests can be recovered soon."

In the past, Zhao Susu was a talented woman, a poet, and a scholar. But when she was wandering here, she had been farming for several years. She didn't know anything about it. Gradually, she understood a lot. Even her two knives could see that the food, fruits and vegetables on her own farm were planted very well, and they would grow well without much effort.

Zhao Susu thought that perhaps it was because of the destiny of his wife, so she even obeyed the land and water.

After all, this Guzhuang is not a Fengshui treasure land, and there are fertile land in the village, but it has been very common for many years. The country people are very concerned about the land and are meticulously taking care of it. No matter how much they serve, the output is still limited, which is incomparable to the farm's field production.

The villagers in the village farmed all year round, and they passed three passes and six generals. From sowing to harvest, there was a little mistake during the period, and the hard work of the year was wasted. They relied on the weather to make a living, and life was really difficult.

Nowadays, more and more villagers in the village are willing to invest their own fields in the farm, rent the land to Gu Xiang, and then work on the farm to earn a wage. In this way, they will have less hard work than farming, but their profits will be doubled.

Not only that, it also ensures harvest in drought and flood.

I rented the land to Gu Ji’s farm, and the money had already reached my own pocket. Whether the food was rich or apologized, it had nothing to do with me.

Zhao Susu heard the villagers gathered together to chat a while ago, saying that since she rented the land to Gu Ji Farm, she felt that she was in her twenties and became younger and younger. She lived a very comfortable life.

Gu Xiang only took a break from his busy schedule and complained about all kinds of strange things he had encountered in his diary in the past few days. Then Zhao Susu and Xiao Lingyun came to talk about serious things.

Guzhuang is now in a peaceful and peaceful way.

But outside, it was stormy.

It is basically impossible to keep yourself safe.

It was the wheat harvest season, and Gu Zhuang could not withstand the twists and turns. If the harvest was abundant, the whole year would be easier. If the wheat harvest made a little mistake, I don’t know what I would be busy with next.

This year, half of Guzhuang's land is in Guxiang's farm, and the entire Guzhuang is her fiefdom, and the villagers have to pay taxes on the grain they grow.

Gu Xiang recently studied with the old patriarch and clan elders. The land tax that the entire Guzhuang, including the farm, was still the land tax of the court, that is, one bull of tax per mu, so the newly opened wasteland was naturally not paid.

As for the other extra taxes, they are naturally gone.

Only the trade tax is still charged.

‘Gu Ji’ itself must first pay full tax.

Gu Xiang smiled and thought of the helpless expression of the old patriarch at that time, she thought it was fun.

The taxes that the entire Guzhuang has to pay are now given to Gu Xiang, which is whether it is a farm or a "Gu Ji" restaurant, and the taxes are also given to her.

As soon as this happened, Gu Xiang had been going on for several days and was so tired that he had to read Gu Zhuang's various records and data, and also count the tax items. Since he was a serious tax collection, he naturally needed to be particularly formal and could not record them randomly.

Since Hua Mantao came to Guzhuang, Chen Xu announced the order and Gu Xiang became this princess seriously. Guzhuang became her fiefdom. She was a little sleep-deficient every day. Fortunately, although Zhao Susu's mathematics was a little worse, she could still be a half-worker. Xiao Lingyun was a first-class Lingtong and could work, one could be used as three, Qiu Li, Cherry and others, and Le'er, and other maids at home had almost the same training.

At least one Gu Zhuang can still handle it now.

The regular taxes in the court are not high now. As long as the people are a little hardworking and capable, they can afford them. The most painful thing about some poor people is actually those miscellaneous taxes.

Local governments basically add various tax items every year to collect taxes under various excuses. Just a bandit is not only the local prefectures, but also the adjacent prefectures have to divide them up.

Just say that when Gu Xiang and his friends first came back, they came to collect grain and collect money. Recently, the prefecture added a new levy, and in order to suppress the bandits, they needed to collect money, grain and labor.

I only came to the competition once in the first half of the month, and I came to the additional one in the second half of the month. This time and again, even Gu Zhuang Fushu was a little unbearable.

The people of Guzhuang have been suffering and miscellaneous taxes for a long time over the years. Now Gu Xiang is exempted from all the taxes. Not to mention that the regular taxes are still paid as normal, even if you add one or two percent, you will be very happy.

Moreover, Gu Xiang did not use this part of the tax for personal purposes. In addition to the part that would be paid to the court, the rest would be directly included in the village and supervised by the old and the villagers in the village. They should be used to build schools, roads, river embankments, and to distribute money and food to widows, widows, orphans. If there is a famine, the money will also be used to provide relief to the victims.

To put it bluntly, it is similar to the sacrifice fields purchased by wealthy families.

After discussing various rules and regulations, the monument was erected and the old clan leader could not help but say, "This is a blessing to the third lady!"

How much money can the little land tax paid by the villagers?

After doing this, Gu Xiang paid the most tax. Whether it was land rent or commercial tax, Gu Xiang paid the big deal, but he took it out but wanted to use it for the people of the whole village. After all, even though everyone paid the tax, they felt that they had taken a lot of advantage.
Chapter completed!