The people of the four villages have not worried about paying taxes for many years, although the life is very hard, and the land is sloppy, but after a year of planting, the taxes that should be paid are paid, and the remaining food is barely enough to live and the family will not starve to death, anyway, life can be good. But now it's different, they don't have food at all, and now the price of rice is so high, it's enough to eat two full mouthfuls of food and pay a fart tax when the family is cleaned.

As soon as the pontoon bridge was built, the tax collectors were like devils entering the village to sweep away, and they all went to the countryside in high spirits, and it was rare that even Huang Tiesi came down. Because the account book of the amount of land was made by Huang Tiesi, he also knew how much the account was and how much tax he had to collect.

Normally, he is reluctant to do this kind of rough work, how uncomfortable it is to deal with such refugees, his leg is about to break, and he has to perform full martial arts every day.

But when he found out the reason why these officials were obsessed with collecting taxes, he was completely obsessed with this rough work, grandma's, he was stupid in the county government for a long time, and he missed so many opportunities to make a fortune! It turns out that whether the tax is directly paid for food or money, it can even be replaced by physical goods, and some losses must be counted in these taxes, but in fact, there is a fart loss, which is all consumed by these moths.

Several villages are already starving, and the tax collector doesn't care so much, you have to spit out every grain you have to spit out, what? If you can't spit it out, then I'll knock you out! All the valuable things in the house were removed, except for a stitch and a thread, and everything else was taken away! The villagers hissed, they turned a deaf ear, didn't the officials do it just for this moment, squeezing out a grain and a copper plate from these people, they could put more into their pockets.

Ye Xiaochai closed Fengshan for a long time, and heard that a pontoon bridge was built over the stream, and now the rain has become smaller, and the flood has receded, so she thought about opening the store, and the store is now recruiting her brother's father, who has lived in Fengshan for a long time, and Zhaodi's father doesn't know how to operate, so he still has to go out by himself.

When she walked to Chihe, she saw that these tax collectors were 'raiding houses and robbing houses', and the scene was even more miserable than that of the Khitans going south, and the doors and windows of every house were closed wherever the tax collectors passed. These tax jackals shouted twice, no one answered, four people carried a thick log and broke the door, boom the broken wooden door of the thatched hut sawdust flying, flying boards smashed directly into the house, these people rushed into the house, muttering: "Damn, let you play dead, the master called you, do you dare to agree!" "The water and fire stick and the iron ruler and iron card are drawn out to greet the human flesh, this kind of guy will break his bones and tendons if he fights.

Men are beaten, women and old people and children hug the official and kneel to beg for mercy, they get started, the beast locked in the heart is released, where can it be collected, some even the old man and the child are beaten, who dares to stop the official from collecting taxes with your courage!

Ye Xiaochai has seen the real bandits, that is, the nest in Da Fei Mountain, but in her eyes, this group of so-called officials is even more hateful than that gang of bandits, they are so bad that they are bleeding pus, and they are naked and robbing houses.

Ye Xiaochai was so frightened that he didn't dare to go to Fengshan anymore, so he returned on the spot and hurriedly told Liang Chuan the news, he remembered that Liang Chuan had a lot of learning fields under his name, and he didn't know how much tax he had to charge for these fields, they acted so viciously, in case it was not good to wait for the fire to merge, so he had to come back quickly to report the news.

The tax collectors composed of these officials are very cool, and they can beat people and make money, and there is simply no more comfortable beauty difference in the world, refusing to pay taxes is a felony, and beating is light, but if you are caught, you will have to spine cane first and then sentence for several years, which is not pleasant.

They fought all the way, although each family is poor, but it will not be completely exhausted, each family has more or less rice, or a little money, if there is not even this bit of stock, then after this flood, there is basically no way to live.

Huang Tiesi reported to the government officials according to the number of acres of land they registered in the county's land account book, how much should they charge and let the government officials and these big soldiers go to reason with the villagers, and it makes no sense to say when Xiucai meets them, not to mention them who are stupid farmers who are bitter.

It's not that they don't know the disaster situation on the north shore, but for the sake of their own pockets, they have to treat it as if they didn't see it, and they grabbed too much, and they reported that the disaster on the north bank was also very serious, and according to the regulations of the court, they couldn't pay too much tax and silver, otherwise the county magistrate himself would be unlucky, what if the money was collected, and put it in his own pocket.

It's too smooth, they took it all the way, the situation in the three villages is very miserable, but the fight will be even worse, the money is gone, you can earn it again and beg it back, and if your life is gone, there is nothing. The villagers are not stupid, they will not fight with anyone and the officials, they are bound to suffer, they just want to live, and when they are obedient to the people, they should be obedient to the people. Anyway, the price of rice in Helu's San Lang is not very high, go buy a little more, work diligently next year, and make up for the shortfall, but the days are more hard, the farmers can eat anything, are they still afraid of hardship. Borrowing a little is borrowing, borrowing a little more is also borrowing, it's just a big deal to work for Saburo for two more years.

When the tax-collecting team received He Lu, they suddenly felt that this place seemed to be different, but they couldn't tell what the difference was for a while. They have been to this ravine, this is almost the same as the top of the stone cang, even poorer than the above, every year they receive the most fierce resistance here, take away a grain of rice from them they can put on a frame to die with the same end, quite scary, the servants are also people, they don't want to do something in this kind of rotten place, and even put their own lives into it.

Today, the people of He Lu are completely different, no one has a sad face, and even a smile on their faces, as if they are waiting for them to come over and take the initiative to pay taxes. Hell, their gang has collected taxes all their lives, and they have never seen such a scene.

Of course He Lu people are happy, the other three villages are so poor that they can't squeeze a drop of water, they are different, now they are different, now they are rich! Sometimes it's so strange that a bad thing can be transformed into a 'good thing' in different situations.

The tax collectors knocked on the most dilapidated small thatched hut at the entrance of the village in Helu, and it was not on the side of the road, but it was a short walk to turn into it on the side of the road. The original door was tightly closed, and the tax collectors were expecting another raid on the house.

Bang bang, the process still has to go, and the tax collector knocks on the door and the dust is blowing down.

"Open the door, open the door! Taxes are collected! The tax collector's voice was like a wolf, and the four tax collectors had already carried the log, smiling all over their faces, expecting to enjoy the pleasure of destruction.

Who knew that the door squeaked open, the room was cleaned up, looking in, the room was full of books, and there was no trace of musty smell, even the moon was cloudy and rainy, and the house was not carefully tidied up, the musty smell could make people faint.

"Poor master, how much do you have to pay?" It was Meng Liangchen's mother who spoke.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, can this old woman still go to the ground? It's almost time to enter the soil, pay the money so simply, it's really not easy to meet this kind of cooperative work, everyone looked at Huang Tiesi, Huang intimately understood, put his hand on the tip of his tongue and salivated a little, and began to turn over He Lu's land account. "Auntie, are you Meng?"

Meng's mother originally hated these officials very much, because his son was imprisoned, but after the good minister came out, he said that he was not hurt in prison, and his mental problems were too poor for him to bear, so she was relieved.

"The old body is, I don't know how much food the poor master receives?"

Huang Tisi read down the account book with his hand, and read: "Xinghua Fengshan Township, Tiansheng Guihai Year Autumn Tax Rice Two Buckets, and the rest are exempted." "Completely, everyone looked at Meng's mother again, did this wife really make such a good friend?

The land productivity of the Song Dynasty was not very high, and a lot of wheat in the north was still three crops in two years, and the south had just introduced Champa rice, most of which were also harvested once a year, and there would be more rice in Lingnan with two crops. The productivity of one acre of land can produce about 200 catties of grain, while rice is 300 to 400 catties more, depending on the land. The agricultural tax in the Song Dynasty was relatively low, about 7 percent, that is, one mu of land had to pay 20 catties, which was calculated for loss, so it was about 20 catties.

Meng Mu happily took out twenty catties of grain under the noses of everyone, put it in a sack, did not talk much, did not complain, and completed the duties of this people who defended the land very cooperatively.

The tax collectors suddenly had a sense of disparity in their hearts, no joy of victory, no sense of posture of being on top, just like a small role who came to the door to do chores, and there was a strong sense of frustration in their hearts!

"Let's go! Next! "The tax collector with the head is surnamed Wang, called Wang Mao, just a small head in the government, I want to be the head of the back door to give gifts for half my life, but I still haven't caught anything, the leaders in the county see that he has no merit and fatigue, and occasionally gives him some oil and water to run. Wang Mao said happily.

This is still the case in the next family, the harvest was not good before, and there was no other income, so I had to break a steamed bun into two bites every day to eat, and now I can occasionally drink some broth!

The tax collector knocked on the door of He Jinyin's house, the voice was still so loud, He Jinyin didn't do it, he didn't commit any crime and didn't evade taxes, why should he still suffer from this gang of miscellaneous pickles! He quarreled with the tax collector on the spot.

"My grandson is studying at home, if you surprise him, I'm afraid you will have a lawsuit when you turn around!" He Jinyin has not been angry with these people before, and he has been holding back for decades, and he has never been so proud as he is today.

Study? Just your husband in the broken countryside who teaches your baby to read? The tax collector looked into He Jinyin's house, and indeed saw a little doll holding a wooden root and some water to learn to write on the water, and there was a thread-bound book next to it, a new book! This damn, this place, just now the big lady's house is full of books, and even the dolls of this random family are learning to write, this village is so weird!

The tax collector is a person who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, and He Jinyin also pays enough tax grain according to his own land, so they can't find a reason to be mad.

It's really fucking unlucky, Wang Mao led a group of tax collectors to scold and scold and leave again.