Chapter 119

Li's forgetful words stunned old village Zheng. He had never considered such a thing.

The original corvee, in fact, we are most afraid of the task of transporting grain. Go back and forth for 20 days without saying, and the food may not be enough to eat.

If there is a Rainstorm on the way and they can't arrive on time, people eat horses and chew. In the end, they have to pay for the extra food.

According to the speed of the four-wheel carriage and the small number of them, the 200 stone grain can eat up to dozens of stones on the road. Lao Murakami is not sure how to deal with the remaining 100 stone grain.

"Maybe the extra grain should belong to us?" the old village replied with estimation. After all, it only needs to pay 800 stone grain to store in Yinzhou. The government doesn't care whether the remaining grain is more or less.

"That's good. When we get to Yinzhou, we can sell the surplus grain and change it into money to subsidize everyone's running pain these days." Li forgot to worry with a smile.

Dingzhou village households couldn't help their eyes when they heard this. Li Xiaolang's words are reasonable. These more than 100 stone grains are worth a lot of money.

If they sell in Yinzhou, each of their 70 people can get several copper coins.

It's not that Li forgot to worry that he didn't want to transport the more than 100 stone grains back to the village. After all, he is facing locust disaster immediately. No matter how good copper money is, it's not as good as grain.

However, the more than 100 stone grains are, after all, official grains for corvee transportation. If they were directly transported back to the village, they would be in trouble, so they gave up.

They all turned their eager eyes to the old village leader. After all, the village leader still needs to nod his head. After a little thought, the old village obeyed the public opinion and nodded and agreed.

The enthusiasm of these people is even higher. When they think that they can earn several copper coins this spring, everyone feels that pie is falling from the sky.

Li forgot to worry but said again: "you guys, although we are the only people who have collected and issued corvee this time, all the people in the village have made efforts, and the money for selling grain should also be distributed to each household. I suggest that each household take the money for selling grain, and each household in the remaining villages should share it equally. I wonder if you can?"

"It's natural. Without the help of all families in the village, these more than 30 carriages can't be built. I support Xiao Lang's opinion!"

"I agree."

"Just do as Xiao Lang said. It's fair and reasonable. We have no problem."

In this regard, Lao Murakami nodded in agreement, and the matter was settled.

After half an hour of rest, they set out on the road again and ran towards Yinzhou.

Before sunset, the grain convoy in Dingzhou village had run out of 300 miles in one breath, nearly half of the journey.

The old village was pointing to the post station in front and said, "Tonight we'll stay in the post station and drive the carriage over."

They promised and drove the motorcade to the post station not far away.

The post station where they were going to stay was a third-class post station. As soon as the motorcade reached the gate of the post station, a post driver ran out.

"What do you do?"

"We came from Chang'an city to deliver official grain to Yinzhou. This is our voucher." the old village jumped out of the carriage and handed the voucher to the Posthouse man to check.

To transport official grain for corvee service, you must stay overnight in the post station, which is also to ensure the safety of official grain.

The postman checked the slip and put them into the post station.

Datang post station is divided into six grades. The first-class Posthouse is equipped with 20 postmen, the second-class Posthouse is equipped with 15 postmen, and the number below the third class decreases. Finally, the sixth-class Posthouse is equipped with two to three postmen.

The post station also has fields. According to the records of "CE Fu Yuan GUI", there are 2400 mu of fields in the superior post station of the Tang Dynasty and 720 mu of fields in the inferior post station.

These post fields are used to plant alfalfa to solve the feed problem of cattle and horses. Other harvests are also used for the daily expenses of the post station.

The post station covers a large area, about dozens of mu. More than twenty rooms are used for official accommodation. The barn alone can easily accommodate hundreds of cattle and horses.

After Li QIAOYOU and his team drove into the post station, the post driver designated a parking area for them, and they began to get busy.

All the horses were unloaded from the carriage and led to the barn to feed forage. The other is to prepare a fire to cook and solve their eating problems.

The post station will provide horse materials for free, but they need to prepare their own meals, and the post station will not provide them. Even these small families who served as corvees would not even provide accommodation rooms at the post station. They could only sleep in the yard of the post station.

It's ok if it doesn't rain. If it rains, everyone can only squeeze into the barn to make do for the night.

Fortunately, it's sunny today. I'm not afraid it will rain.

They took down the bedding from the carriage, paved it in the yard, lit a bonfire to keep warm, and were ready to sleep and rest. After running all day on the road, even driving a carriage made everyone tired.

He was about to go to bed, but he heard someone calling outside the post station. The post driver went to open the door muttering.

But he was a man with a face of vicissitudes. The scholar dressed up but shabby, led an old donkey to the post station for lodging.

"Do you have a voucher?" asked the Posthouse man.

This voucher naturally refers to the voucher for staying in the post station. There are four kinds of vouchers in the Tang Dynasty: one is the silver medal, which is uniformly issued by the province under the door, with the five words "silver medal for horse riding"; Second, angle sign; 3. Securities; Fourth, transmit symbols.

The latter two are paper certificates, and the voucher in the hands of Lao Murakami is a voucher. With these certificates, you can pass through post roads and checkpoints all over the country.

The man took out a messenger and handed it to him. The messenger is the letter of passage.

The Posthouse man checked and put him in, but he didn't have a good face: "take the donkey to the barn, and then find a place to sleep like them."

He pointed to Li forgetful worry and his party and said, obviously that meant to let the man sleep on the open sky and the ground.

Niu Wu said with a teasing smile: "it seems that he is also a poor scholar. He has no official or duty. The post station doesn't care about food and accommodation."

Li forgot to worry and nodded. Although Datang's post station has a certificate to enter and rest, it only provides accommodation for "civil servants". The young scholar is obviously not an official, so the Posthouse man has such an attitude.

After thanking the porter, the man took the old donkey to the barn, leaned against the post beside the shed, and planned to sleep in his clothes.

Li forgot to worry that he didn't have any luggage, let alone prepare any bedding. It's still cold in early spring and March. I'm afraid some people will suffer if they spend a night like this.

For a moment, he was soft hearted, so he called out and said, "this gentleman, come and sleep with us."

Li Qieyou motioned Niu Wu to help the young scholar get another bed of bedding. When he went out, the beautiful boss was afraid that he couldn't sleep well, so he asked Peilan to help Li Qieyou prepare another bed of bedding for standby.

The scholar was very surprised. He was a little embarrassed. He lingered for a long time before Ai Ai came over. He arched his hands to Li forgetful and said, "someone from Qinghe Chiping, Ma Zhou, the king of calligraphy, I don't know what to call Xiao Lang?"

Ma Zhou?

Li Qieyou thought the name was familiar. After a little thought in his mind, he suddenly looked up and said in surprise, "are you Ma Zhou?"