How big is the paper of this era is yellowed or even blackened hemp sand paper, the paper is originally yellow, and the color is more yellowish after years of precipitation, and these handmade books are not like the printing version of Song Jianben Zhejiang, the requirements for the writer are extremely high, the words can not be scribbled, and the requirements for pen and ink Wenfeng are also extremely high, and they must be fresh for a long time, and they cannot fade.

In particular, this important document that records the land of household registration is the basis for the research of future generations, and its preservation is even more crucial. Compared with the era when there was a heavy reliance on electronics, stacks of documents have been passed down from generation to generation without fail, and these works highlight the wisdom and greatness of our ancients.

Liang Chuan is with the ancients at the moment, although the current life is one thing, but he has experienced a different era, in order to experience the profound gap.

Huang Tiesi stretched out his tongue with his hand, his fingers dipped a little saliva on the tip of his tongue, and began to flip through He Lu's Ding account book. Liang Chuan stood aside and watched, the words inside were all in small letters, arranged in vertical rows, and the columns of small characters were written quite beautifully, but turning down the pages one by one, Liang Chuan obviously saw that many of them were ticked off with a red pen, and the black space was pitiful.

The first few pages recorded He Lu's successive Baozheng, Huang Tiesi pointed to the names of the previous Baozheng and read them one by one, and blurted out after reading the last one: "He Jialuo? He Baozheng immediately came up and replied with a smile: "Xiao Baozheng is He Jialuo." After confirming He Baozheng's identity, Huang Tiesi called Brother Zhao to him, and asked about the information of Brother Zhao's family, the names and surnames of his parents, and wanted to ask Brother Zhao to point it out, but Brother Zhao was illiterate, so Huang Tiesi had to find it slowly.

Huang Tiesi glanced at He Baozheng with slanted eyes, and then continued to turn back, and there was a large red ink on each page, just like the Huaguo Mountain Monkey Clan that was ticked off from the life and death book of Lord Yama when he watched Journey to the West. Huang Tiesi saw that there were no more registered households in this village, and he couldn't help shaking his head, and said: "I have more or less joints to touch my face on weekdays with dozens of people in Xinghua, but I feel that I have never seen you. ”

He Baozheng was quite unhappy in his heart, when will He Lu be out of business? It's not that there are outsiders who want to settle in the village, mom Lao Tzu has been a lifelong Baozheng is hoping that the village can flourish in Lao Tzu, who knows that the world is so difficult now, is this to blame me, it's not that you dog officials are too pressing, He Lu is too thin there, and he urges taxes and forced people to die every year, who doesn't want to live if there is a way to live! He Bao is in his heart to greet the women in the family who posted the book from eighteen generations ago to the present, and now they are here to do things, they can't be impulsive, just pretend to be a grandson.

Huang Tiesi flipped through the end of the Ding account book for a long time, and finally found the household registration information of Zhaodi and their family on a small page, their family is also a few generations of displaced people in the north who fled the war in the south, and there was money in hand at that time, so he bought land in Helu, thinking that the south was fertile and the climate was pleasant, and the family took root here, but I didn't expect that the land in Nanxi Helu was too thin, how to grow crops could not produce a few catties of food, plus the family was unlucky, and people did not know how to endure hardships and operate, one generation is not as good as the generation, But this household registration is forever left in Fengshan Helu.

"Your father Zheng Liangqing, what about you?"

"Back to the old man, Xiaomin Zheng recruits younger brother."

"Okay, today to pawn the land, both of you are here, you will be the name of the owner of the deed, the color of the field, the neighbors, the number of pawns, the amount of money and other information reported to me, I will make a deed for you." After speaking, Huang Tisi went to the back hall to take a blank deed paper for the official version of the standard, which is a standard contract enforced by the government and printed by the government.

Huang Tiesi picked up the brush and carefully wrote in ink on the blank deed, He Baozheng cleverly came to the side to help study the ink, Liang Chuan said: "Grass people Liang Chuan, bow Chang Zhang, one, two, three, buy Zheng Liangqing's house He Lu dry land one acre. . . Liang Chuan looked at the speed of the paste's pen, and slowly reported it for him to let it on the deed paper, and Zhao Di also reported it unhurriedly, but he was illiterate, and he repeated the report, and he couldn't say it clearly.

Just buy an acre, the cost of this thing, Huang Tiesi pays attention to his own handwriting, so he writes unhurriedly, there is a lot of slow work to work in the frame, the two of them each report their own information, both of them are the same, only to write up slowly.

"How much does it cost?"

"Two hundred dollars!"

"Many... How much? ”

Huang Tiji thought that his ears were not good, so he misheard it and asked again. After doing this business for a long time, Xinghua has all kinds of land transactions that have been handled by his hands, and he is like a mirror in his heart about what land and what price. Two through money? I'm afraid this person is not a crazy person, or he has too much money to spend? What kind of land can Erguan buy, the paddy fields in the area of the East Gate are so fertile, and they don't need to be Erguan and one acre, but now there is no market.

Rich fat sheep! The unwritten rule in this public gate is that a piece of fat meat passes through their hands, and if they don't cut it down, they must rub their hands on the meat a few more times, and their hands are full of oil!

Huang Tisi put the pen on the inkstone, stretched his waist, and picked up the tea cup that he had splashed half of just now. Brother Zhao and He Baozheng suddenly stopped when they saw how he was writing well, and looked at each other at a loss for a while.

Liang Chuan couldn't smile bitterly, although he didn't bother to do this kind of thing, but he had also seen too many ordinary people go to the agency to do things, and they could do it in one go, but they had to toss the parties everywhere to ask for help, and they were eating and giving gifts.

Alas... It is a 'glorious' tradition.

He Baozheng was still grinding the ink, and he reminded Huang Tiesi unknowingly, "Master Tiesi, the ink is ready, you can continue to write." ”

Huang Tiesi glanced at him, and said to himself: "I just made a pot of good Wuyi rock in the morning, it's a pity, that's very safe, what are you carrying in the basket, how can I smell the smell of bacon." It tastes pretty good. ”

He Baozheng scolded angrily in his heart, you dog officer has a very smart nose, and you can smell the hunting meat when you put it in a basket and cover it with a cloth. Before He Baozheng could speak, Liang Chuan lifted the cloth covering the basket and lifted the two strings of bacon inside, which were originally prepared for Ling Huchuan, as well as a jar of home-brewed sorghum, and put them on Huang Tiesi's desk.

Liang Chuan said with a smile: "Lord Tisi, the little grass people are a few amazing people in the morning Yaxing who drinks tea is not the right villain, this meaning was originally brought over to prepare to be filial piety to the adults, you see this busy and forget, blame me, the tea grass people don't understand, but this bacon is hung at home, the pine branches charcoal out, the taste is very mellow, take it back to the family to taste." ”

"You!" He Baozheng saw that Liang Chuan actually gave the bacon he prepared for Ling Huchuan to this dog official, and he was so flattering, the anger in his chest came up at that time, and he was stopped by Liang Chuan without saying a word, and said: "Baozheng, you help grind some ink again, and Lord Tisi will continue to write." Liang Chuan said as he glanced at He Baozheng.

"Look at my memory, if you don't say that I forgot it, I'm getting old." He Baozheng is not stunned, he has also dealt with these people, knowing that these officials who eat people and don't spit out bones usually don't take some benefits and will definitely not give you a good job, I haven't walked around with the government for too long, I have almost forgotten this set of things, fortunately there is Liang Chuan, otherwise I will definitely plant it today.

Liang Chuan had a dark face, squeezed out a smile and said: "Lao Baozheng, you are old, your memory is not good, when you go out in the morning, I will remind you at that time, and when you go to the county office, you will be so frightened that you will forget to honor your lord, this is really forgotten." What are you doing here, and you were shocked by the master's tea, look at your reckless appearance, what kind of system you have become. ”

"Yes, yes, it's me Meng Lang, I haven't entered the county seat for many years, I've forgotten all these systems, damn it." He Baozheng glanced at Liang Chuan viciously, and said insincere words in his mouth, he really regretted going through the troubled waters.

Huang Tisi looked at the bacon and wine dishes on his table before he put down the teacup with satisfaction, stretched his hand, and continued to pick up the pen to fill in the deed. After writing a whole Liangchuan deed slowly, I didn't forget to blow it a few times with my mouth, for fear that the wet ink would stain the deed. raised his head, looked at Liang Chuan and Brother Zhao, and said, "Okay, now pay the deed tax, and I'll give you a big seal." ”

Deed? Liang Chuan was stunned for a moment.

He Baozheng explained: "The purchase and sale of land must be taxed by the officials, and this should be the case according to the law. ”

Liang Chuan asked, "How much?" ”

Huang Tisi said: "One hundred and ten cents." ”

Liang Chuan put his hand into his arms and was about to take out the money, Huang Tiesi took a look, pointed to Brother Zhao and said: "He received the transaction money, and this deed needs to be paid by him, not you." ”

Brother Zhao didn't react, and he didn't have any money on him, Liang Chuan smiled and said, "Lord Tisi, I paid these for him, it's okay." ”

Huang Tiesi squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Whoever pays it may be fine, but as long as someone pays, I can also pay this money into the account." Huang Tiesi looked at Liang Chuan, who paid the money simply, and sighed: "What kind of day is today, the old man has been working for some years, and the first time he saw the price of paddy fields sold on thin and dry land, the buyer helped the seller pay the deed tax, what does it matter to the two of you to tell the truth?" ”

Liang Chuan took out the silver money and handed it to Huang Tiesi, Huang Tiesi took out the county seal, the supervisor's seal, and the tax voucher from the seal box on the desk, and the bright red seal left a bright red red note on the deed smoothly. The deed was completed, in quadruplicate, one with Liang Chuan, one with Zhaodi, one in the commercial tax institute, and one in the county house.