Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old - Chapter 566

Chapter 566: Paying Taxes

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However, at that time, the ice ordered by the other party had already been delivered. The family did not plan to make any more ice to sell. Instead, they planned to buy a shop in town and sell rice noodles properly.

In the past two months, the family had already earned three to four thousand pieces of silver. Buying a shop in town would probably cost a few hundred to a thousand pieces of silver. This depended on the location and whether there were people who wanted to sell their shops in that area. Sifu would figure this out by himself when the time came.

“I don’t know when Sanfu and Wufu will arrive at the military camp.” The two boys hadn’t left for long, but Liu Guixia began to miss them. She couldn’t help but say as she made ice.

Xue Erhu was also busy making ice as he replied.

“I asked the people who came to pick them up, and they said that the southern army camp is not far from us. It’s just in the South. Otherwise, why would it be called the southern Army?

“They’re the army that guards the South. It will take half a day to get there on a horse. If there is a delay on the way, it will be slower. In any case, they will definitely arrive before dark today.

“Mother, don’t worry about it. Didn’t Sanfu and Wufu say that if the camp was fake, they would leave the camp and come back to see us? They can ride horses and can come back and forth in a day. Others wouldn’t dare come back. If it’s not too far away, I’m sure they’d come back when they have the chance.”

“True, true.” Liu Guixia said with a smile. “I’m just not used to their sudden departure, especially Wufu. He’s usually very noisy and fills the home with his noises. He comes and goes without stopping. Now that he’s left… ‘ I

“Alright, alright. Don’t say anymore. You’ll miss them even more if you keep going.” Xue Dafu cut her off.

“You’re right.” Liu Guixia tried not to think about her two sons and focused on making ice.

“Jiang Yue,” Xue Dafu looked at Jiang Yue, who was helping him, “Someone from the government will come to the village to collect tax on the early rice. I’m pretty busy right now. We don’t plan to sell the grain, but pay for tax. When the time comes, you and Xue Yan can go and pay the money.” “Okay, we will.” Jiang Yue replied, then glanced at Xue Yan.

Xue Yan also looked at her.

When the officials came, the village chief struck the gong all over the village. Everyone was busy picking the especially dry early rice from their homes and going to the village entrance to line up to pay tax.

In fact, only Jiang Yue and Xue Yan’s family wanted to pay for tax. The others had to pay rent instead of tax.

This was because the others didn’t own their own fields, they rented them from Feng. Even if they had to pay taxes, it would be Feng who had to pay.

Therefore, Feng had also brought a lot of people here. The carriages were parked in a row to collect rent and to pay taxes to the government.

To be more precise, only Jiang Yue’s family and Feng were paying taxes and grain at the entrance of Locust Village today. This split the village entrance into two big pieces. On one side, the villagers were lining up to pay Feng the rent, which meant that 70 percent of the harvest was given to him. The officials were sitting in a large area. There were also large scales, tables, and registration personnel.

Da Ling had made it clear that the tax on grain was only 30 percent of the distribution.

Feng collected 70 percent of the rent from the people who grew his fields, and had to pay 30 percent as tax. Naturally, he would earn 40 percent of the harvest, while the people who rented his fields would only get 30 percent.

Fortunately, this year’s harvest was neither good nor bad. The farmers kept 30 percent for themselves, and if they saved a little more, they could still barely survive for the year.

When everyone saw Jiang Yue and Xue Yan walking directly to the government office, they realized that the 14 acres of paddy fields that Jiang Yue and Xue

Yan’s families had planted were all their own..