in2ebook Chapter 284: Disunited Jiangjia Village
Chapter 284: Disunited Jiangjia Village
Although Jiang Shoujia values his family more.
But after all, he is the clan leader and the village chief of Jiangjia Village.
This responsibility must always be shouldered.
We cannot abandon the lives of the villagers.
Without food, people will die.
"Siyin, come with me to inform the villagers. Everyone else should go to the fields to harvest the autumn harvest. Start working quickly before it gets dark."
As soon as he finished speaking, he went out with a rolling pin and a wooden basin.
Jiang Siyin also hurriedly followed.
The father and son moved separately, shouting loudly in the village.
"Gather at the village entrance, there is something important—"
"Everyone, come out and go to the big tree at the entrance of the village—"
"Don't sleep, come out——"
The two people's voices were sometimes far away and sometimes near.
I’m worried that some people go to bed early and won’t hear it.
Every time they passed a house, they would knock loudly on the door.
"Dong, dong, dong--" the sound of a rolling pin hitting a basin could be heard from time to time.
A quarter of an hour later.
The entrance to the village was full of people.
Some were eating with bowls in their hands, some were picking their teeth after finishing their meals, and some were squinting their eyes with messy hair, obviously having fallen asleep and being woken up.
Everyone looked at the father and son in confusion.
"Something bad has happened. I have observed that the birds and animals in the mountains are not behaving normally these past few days. I am afraid something strange is going to happen. I am afraid there will be a flood. In addition, there are a lot of clouds these past two days. If it is going to rain, it will rain in two days at the latest. Therefore, we should all harvest the crops in advance. Don't sleep this year. It is important to harvest the crops.
Although the yield per mu will be lower during the autumn harvest, if there is a sudden heavy rain, we will not be able to harvest anything. You should all go home and get your sickles. Don't waste time. We should be able to harvest all the crops today and tomorrow morning. If we dry them for a day and a half and store them well, we won't be afraid..."
Jiang Shoujia made up an excuse.
But he hasn't finished speaking yet.
Someone interrupted.
"What nonsense are you talking about? The land is in such a state that all the fish in the river are dead. It's raining, and you're whistling like a whistle. Even if you are the tribe leader, you wouldn't dare to talk nonsense like that. Do you know what an early autumn harvest means?
We have had a hard time this year due to the drought, and the yield per mu is definitely much lower than in previous years. If we harvest in autumn, will we survive in the second half of the year? Are we going to eat wild vegetable porridge and brown rice porridge every day? If we harvest in autumn early, we won't even have brown rice for the whole year. Why are you staying up late at night and making trouble here? "
The person who spoke was about the same age as Jiang Shoujia.
In addition, food is particularly important to farmers, so he was very angry.
Others were no better.
Everyone pointed at the father and son and cursed them.
Some people also said that they regretted choosing him as the clan leader or village chief.
For a time, everything was possible.
Although Jiang Shoujia's face looked ugly, he believed in his granddaughter.
This rain will definitely fall.
"If you believe me and are willing to harvest in advance, please stand on the left. I will see who are there."
Jiang Shoujia knocked the wooden basin with a rolling pin to stop them, and when they quieted down, he spoke loudly again.
Only a dozen people came out of the crowd.
They are Ma Chunxia and her husband and Wang Taohua and her husband.
As well as Jiang Zi Chong and Jiang Guangyi’s second brother Jiang Guang’an.
At that time, Jiang Guangyi's eldest son Jiang Linfeng and his family were adopted under his name.
They have a good relationship with the Jiang family.
In addition, two families who were delivering bamboo sticks to the Jiang family also stood over. They were probably afraid that they would not be able to get through because the Jiang family would hold a grudge against them and would not allow them to deliver bamboo sticks.
Everyone else stood on the right, not moving at all.
It was not until Jiang Shoujia urged two or three times that seven or eight families came out.
These people are also responsible for making bamboo sticks and bamboo tubes for the Jiang family.
No more.
This only accounts for one tenth of the village population.
Jiang Shoujia's head started to hurt.
He simply came up with a crooked idea.
"If you don't stand to the left, I won't accept your bamboo tubes anymore."
Once these words are spoken, what will happen?
Harvesting in early autumn will only result in lower yields, but it will not be enough to offset the Jiang family's long-term income.
What if I get chosen by the Jiang family to be made into bamboo sticks in the future?
Then you can earn more.
It’s not a loss no matter what.
With profit at the forefront, the number of people on the left and right sides was tied in an instant.
"Those of you standing on the right, are you sure? You don't want to harvest in advance? Let me be frank. This year, the government's tax revenue will increase by 40%. If it really rains, not only will you not get any harvest, but you will also have to pay grain tax. Don't come to me then, after all, I have already informed you in advance.
Of course, early autumn harvest will only result in a lower yield. After the rain, the mushrooms and wild vegetables in the mountains will surely grow like crazy, and you won’t starve to death. Believe me or not, it’s up to you.”
Jiang Shoujia made one final attack.
He spread the news that the government was going to increase grain taxes.
These people immediately panicked.
"What? The tax has increased? By 40%? Oh, God, you are trying to kill us. The ears of corn this year are not big to begin with, and the harvest may not even be half of last year's. Now you are going to increase the grain tax again. How can we survive?"
"You're not lying to us just to get us to harvest early, are you?"
"That makes sense. The weather is already so dry, if the government raises taxes again, it would be really heartless."
"Humph, he's just a farmer, how could he know these things? Do you really believe it? Anyway, my family won't harvest early, whoever wants to harvest can do so. If it doesn't rain by then, I don't know where you can cry. Anyway, my family won't harvest early."
The former clan leader Jiang Guangyi sneered.
He put his hands behind his back, as if the village official was still himself.
But now, Jiang Shoujia is standing on a high ground.
He could only look up.
Jiang Guangyi came up with a plan.
Why not take this opportunity to bring him down?
If it didn't rain, he would trick the villagers into harvesting the autumn harvest early, and the villagers would definitely resent him then.
And he stood up and made the decision for these people.
The position is back under his butt.
Under his leadership.
The two groups started arguing.
The commotion lasted for nearly half an hour, and the sky became completely dark.
Jiang Shoujia lost his patience.
His conscience has been exhausted. Since these people don't appreciate it, he will leave his life and death to God.
"Okay, I'll remember your choice. I hope that in the future, if it really rains and you don't get any harvest and can't pay the grain tax, you can find a way out on your own. I won't interfere. If it really doesn't work, whoever wants to sit in this position can sit there."
Jiang Shoujia left with his son.
The villagers standing in the crowd on the left went home one after another and asked people to get farm tools to prepare to go to the fields.
The villager on the right was also yawning and preparing to go home to sleep.
Only seven or eight families are still undecided.
Widow Liu was also among them.
"Whose words do you believe?"
Her son and daughter-in-law were both at home and did not come, so she was the only one who could make the decision.
Wang Xiu Lian's family chose to harvest the autumn harvest early because of their eldest son Jiang Zi Chong, but Widow Liu didn't think so. Selling those bamboo tubes could not compare with selling grain. The price of brown rice has increased so much now. If they harvested the harvest early, they would lose at least a few hundred coins.