After a day of traveling, Pan Er was really tired, so he went to take a bath after eating the pot helmet with tea, went to sleep after taking a bath, and slept until dawn. It was precisely because of the sound of sleep that I didn't hear the clanging ghost knocking on the door that the pillar said at night.

Thinking that Han Xiufeng said that he would let Zhuzi accompany him to go out for a walk today, he went downstairs to wash his face as soon as he woke up, but found that Zhuzi was not at home, and there were actually two guests at home, an old man and a young man, and as soon as he saw the long shirts they were wearing, he knew that they were scholars.

Pan Erhun returned to Hun Hun , but he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of the readers.

shouted "Fourth Brother", lightly went to fetch water to wash his face and rinse his mouth, returned to the house after washing, and stood honestly in the corner and did not dare to squeak.

The table of the Eight Immortals was full of books and account books, and although the books on the side were thread-bound, they looked similar to account books rather than books, because they were not printed kinds, but were all copied by hand.

Han Xiufeng sorted them neatly into categories, pointed to one of the stacks of account books, and said, "Brother Yang, the seventy-two households in these booklets, the pillars have helped me go door to door to inform them. They don't know you, but they know the pillar, and they know that the pillar is a paper shop, and they will come and the pillar will look for you. ”

Looking at the scholar who was about the same age as Han Xiufeng, he looked a little restrained, and asked hesitantly: "Fourth brother, can the foolish brother dare to ask, how did you settle this guarantee with them?" ”

"Forty percent, but Brother Yang, you can only keep one percent." Han Xiufeng patted the account book and said slowly: "One percent of the other three percent is for the household economy, and one percent is for the treasury money, and it is for the friends." There is also a Cheng for Sicang, that is, the long-term entourage sent by the eldest master. If the eldest master hadn't sent a captain to keep an eye on it, then this achievement would have been cheaper for you, but I haven't encountered such a good thing in these years. ”

Although Pan Er was not from the Yamen, Bao Xie still knew that there were more than 300 acres of land in his hometown, of which only 60 acres were invested in Yang Juren's name, and the remaining 200 acres were to be handed over to Ding Yin.

Countrymen are afraid of seeing officials, even if they are not afraid of seeing officials, they don't have acquaintances in the yamen, and the silver is not so easy to make friends, and they can help you convert a few dollars or even a few taels of silver for the same money, and they will say that the fineness is not good, and they will consume the fire for many miles.

Therefore, every time the Pan family arrives to hand over the land Ding Yin, they always have to find Bao Xie, that is, a distant relative of his uncle Yang Juren, Wang Gui, who is also on an errand in the Yamen, helps to hand over, so he has to pay an extra fifty percent of the Di Ding silver every year. There will be more households without a door, and the most will have to pay seventy or eighty percent more.

It wasn't until this moment that he knew that Han Xiufeng had also been a bail for others, and when he heard Han Xiufeng say that bail was only forty percent, Pan Er was so angry that his teeth itched, and he secretly scolded Wang Gui for being too black-hearted, and he dared to ask for fifty percent, and the family didn't know how much money Wang Gui had earned over the years! I secretly made up my mind to ask someone to send a letter to my family later, so that his father would never look for Wang Gui again in the future.

At this time, Han Xiufeng pointed to the two account books on the side and said: "Some of the twenty-nine households in these two books have a bad harvest this year, and some of them are unable to turn around for a while when something happens at home. The land and silver they should have received, and I helped Uncle Yu, Uncle Liu, and Uncle Guan to put it on the mat. If you do it, you will also count the benefits, otherwise who will help them. ”

"Fourth brother, are these twenty-nine households reliable, what if they don't come on?" The young scholar asked eagerly.

"Reliable, you put a hundred hearts, they are all honest people."

"I'm not afraid of 10,000 for this kind of thing, just in case!"

As soon as the young scholar finished speaking, the old scholar scolded with hatred: "I'm also afraid of that, I'm always afraid of wolves and tigers, what can I do?" Besides, don't look at who said this, there are three or four hundred scribes in the nine rooms of the county government, helpers and nominal scribes, and their words are not as reliable as their words! ”

"Dad, it's not that I don't believe in the fourth brother, I'm worried about ......"

"Is there an end?" The old scholar glared at him, turned around and said embarrassedly: "Zhixing, uncle has no way to teach his son, so you can see and laugh." ”

"Why did Uncle Yang say this, Brother Yang's words are not unreasonable, no one knows whether these households will encounter natural and man-made disasters, and who dares to guarantee this kind of thing." Thinking of his uncle Han Yucai, Han Xiufeng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Just like my uncle's family, it was originally fine, but when it turned out, it was said that it would be difficult, so I had to go to the capital to confess." ”

The old scholar obviously recognized Han Yucai, and said without thinking: "It is said that the dead are the greatest, but when it comes to this, I really want to say a few disrespectful words, your uncle is good at everything, but his heart is too big and his courage is too big." It was good luck that nothing happened before, but there is always a time when luck runs out. ”

After working as a scribe for more than ten years, you can go back to your hometown to buy a house and land, where does the money come from? Pan Er is not a fool, how could he not hear the meaning of the old scholar's words, thinking that Han Yucai might be more black-hearted than Wang Gui when he was not dead.

Sure enough, Han Xiufeng hurriedly diverted the topic: "Uncle Yang, the deceased has passed away, let's get down to business." ”

The old scholar also realized that it was not good to talk about the rights and wrongs of the dead, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, let's get down to business." ”

Han Xiufeng was just about to get back to business, when the young scholar asked again: "Fourth brother, how can you count the money you gave people with this benefit?" ”

"Two points," thinking that those farmers were all self-sufficient "food and clothing parents" over the years, Han Xiufeng's face was straight: "Brother Yang, they believe in me, and they asked me to help them pay the land and silver for a few years, and they also asked someone to bring me things to the city every once in a while, and there was a friendship between the two exchanges." Now that I have given you the accounts, the friendship has been transferred to you. Who won't encounter some difficulties, if they can pay it back in time, it's good, if it expires and can't be turned, you don't have to push too hard. ”

"I know."

"I know best," Han Xiufeng nodded slightly, and continued: "These are all the records left by my uncle and I when we copied them over the years, including the official documents of the government office, the provincial office, the feudal department, and the feudal department. You've been reading sage books with Uncle Yang, but you haven't learned the laws, so I think these should be of some use to you. ”

The old scholar didn't expect Han Xiufeng to even take out these, and muttered: "Xin'er, these are all Zhixing and Zhixing's uncle's experience in learning law over the years, you must carefully watch and learn with your heart!" ”

"Brother Yang, there are seven chapters and forty volumes of the Great Qing Dynasty, but there are many examples. The law has become more and more empty, and the precedents have become more and more fragmented, and my uncle and I have only learned a little over the years. If it weren't for the lack of the torture chamber, I would never have taken it out, because I don't know if it would be good or bad for you. ”

"Fourth brother, I don't want to fill the shortage of the torture room, but only the torture room has a shortage to top."

"This is also true," thinking that even if he bought a blank to go to the torture room to be a scrivener, he was only a scrivener, and he usually transcribed and copied, and was not qualified to write criticism, because it was the matter of the old master of the criminal name, and he couldn't help laughing: "When I didn't say it, I wasn't afraid of your jokes, I was naturally timid and always worried." ”