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However, even so, the best harvest was only four or five stones per mu of land. When it was bad, it was only two or three stones. Sometimes, when there was a natural disaster, there was no harvest at all. Their lives were very miserable.

Originally, when the county magistrate forced them to farm according to a certain method, many people instinctively refused out of tradition and conservativeness. They did not dare to take risks. However, if they didn't comply, they would have to face a fine of five taels of silver per mu of land.

Five taels of silver, wouldn't that mean that their family's hard-earned savings would be emptied?

Therefore, they had no choice but to do as he said.

But now, it seemed that they were really glad that the county magistrate had forced them to do so. Otherwise, they would not be able to see this golden field now.

"From the looks of it, at least five stones per mu!"