Chapter 24: Three Million Jin of   Food

Jiang Xiumian couldn't help but laugh, and when he looked carefully, he could actually see some doting from his eyes on his sister.

He said: "Based on the bulk density of modern rice, which is 600 kilograms per cubic meter, our space can hold three million kilograms of grain."

"The Jiang family has a total of 1,035 acres of paddy fields. In fact, 200 acres are rented out to villagers, and the remaining 835 acres are hired to take care of. All of them are intensively cultivated, with an average yield of three shi per mu or even three shi and one dou. For now, we'll use three shi for the time being. If the rented out fields are also calculated at three shi per mu, the rent will be 40%, which is one shi and two dou per mu. The total output this year is about 330,000 jin." After Jiang Xiumian finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Xiaomi.

Jiang Xiaomi raised her hand: "I can calculate this. Our barn can hold another season of rice."

Jiang Xiumian: "…Yes."

I don't know what to say except to him too. After all, she wasn't wrong.

"Three hundred and thirty thousand kilograms of rice, that's quite a lot! Mom once said, how many kilograms of rice do our family of four eat in a month if we eat at home all day long?" Jiang Xiaomi pondered over it and laughed to death, only to find that she couldn't remember the number at all.

Jiang Xiumian was about to speak when Jiang Suying pushed the door open and said casually, "The peak was when we ate 50 kilograms of rice in a month. At that time, your father went to the construction site every day, you hoeed the fields for most of the month, and your brother was writing a paper and repairing airplanes for more than a month."

"Yes, yes, yes, I remember that month, each of us went home so tired that we didn't even want to lift our hands. We consumed a lot of food. According to the workload of the ancient working people, each person ate two kilograms of rice a day? Not counting meat, vegetables and fruits?" Jiang Xiaomi counted on her fingers: "Assuming there are fifty people in our family eating, each person eats two kilograms a day, for 365 days, that's fine..."

Jiang Xiaomi looked at her brother, and Jiang Xiumian could only say, "Nine years."

Jiang Xiaomi clapped her hands: "Wow! Even though the yield is not high, the harvest is quite impressive."

"What are you thinking about!" Jiang Suying said with a smile: "First, two kilograms per person is impossible. Can the master and the servant eat the same?"

"What level? The same plasma TV as me?" Jiang Xiaomi reacted immediately.

"Watch less TV shows and read more books! Second, in this era, people can't even get enough food, so what about vegetables, fruits, and meat? Don't you botany majors need to understand the history of farming?"

do you need?

Jiang Xiaomi wasn't sure, so she stopped talking.

"Third, one pound of rice can only be pounded into six to seven ounces of rice."

Oh no, 330,000 kilograms of rice became 230,000 kilograms!

A full 100,000 jins were missing!

Jiang Xiaomi felt her heart starting to tighten.

"Fourth, farming requires paying taxes."

"Oh, yes, we have to pay taxes!" Jiang Xiaomi grinned, "How much is it?"

Even though I wasn't taking money out of her pocket, why did I feel so heartbroken?

"Taxes are paid in rice, and in this era, it was two dou of rice per acre."

"That's 24 kilograms per acre. Our family has to pay more than 24,000 kilograms of millet as tax? 24,000 kilograms?" Jiang Xiaomi, whose family of four could not even finish 50 kilograms of rice a month, was stunned.

"What do you think?" Jiang Suying hadn't mentioned the other taxes on silk, cotton, and linen.

These alone were enough for them to ponder for a while.

Children who are ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

It's time to go back to ancient times for some training.

But soon, Jiang Xiaomi asked her mysteriously: "Mom, my father won't let these people pay taxes, right?"