A villager found herbs to stop the bleeding, and the dog smashed them with a crush, carefully pasted them on the wound on his mother's forehead, tied them firmly with strips of cloth, and helped them to sleep on the bed. There is no Langzhong in the village, and if you want to see a doctor, you have to go to the county, and you have to spend money.

The dog's father took the three brothers and thanked the eldest grandson Hao, the family is an honest farmer, and he is extremely anxious, worried that he will offend Li Yi and whether he will cause trouble again in a few days.

The two elder brothers of the dog were forced to be anxious just now, Fang dared to pick up the guy and fight hard with Li Yi, in fact, he was also an extremely honest person, and after the matter passed, he felt afraid, and followed his father with his head down, not knowing what to say.

Changsun Hao was kind and relieved, and whispered a few words to a few people when there were few people, and the dog family dispersed their worries, and unfolded their sadness as if relieved, pulled the dog over, and thanked Changsun Hao again.

After making a fuss like this for a long time, and sitting in the dog's house for a while, the eldest grandson Hao said goodbye and left, and the dog's father led his sons out of the door and waved goodbye.

At this moment, it was already twilight, and it was almost time to hold the lamp, and the people who had gone out to work in the village had rested their work and returned home for dinner. In the small mountain village, there was a wisp of cooking smoke, and the pots and pans in every stove were noisy, and even the naughtiest children returned to the house, guarding the pots and pans.

There are no human figures on the village road, Changsun Hao and Changsun Hong are walking on the dirt road, one after the other, the sunset will drag the two figures on the ground, pull out the long two, the surrounding fields are green, the trees are lonely, the domestic dogs bark lightly, the ducks who return to the circle by themselves from the river are swaying and coming, the smell of cow dung and sheep feces fills the nostrils, the bamboo forest is swaying, the breeze is caressing, a pastoral scenery.

Changsun Hong lowered his head, his mind was full of problems, what happened to the dog's family made him suddenly think that it seemed that it was not so easy to make a fortune in this era.

The tax is too heavy, and if the ordinary people don't have a backer, no matter what new things you come up with to sell well, the government can easily leave not a single hair left of you. There are so many kinds of taxes and so much exploitation, it simply makes the eldest grandson Hong's heart palpitate.

At this time, the eldest grandson Hongcai realized that it was not without reason that the Southern Song Dynasty paid tribute every year, and the military expenditure was huge, and the government could still support it with ease.

Moreover, the tax law is arbitrary, and often local officials can make decisions with one mouth, and there seems to be no reasonable tax avoidance.

No, when he was a monk in the Song Dynasty, he wanted to be a monk, and he was a government monopoly, a hundred wen a piece, and he went to the market with him.

Scratching the brain, Changsun Hong felt a little headache, originally thought of selling perfume, soap, furniture and many other methods, it seems that they are not quite the right way, not to mention the weight of taxes, judging from the things encountered today, a small deputy Baozheng can find a way to hurt people and rob things, if he makes any exclusive goods, the profit is considerable, then don't let the big and small officials line up to bully?

While he was thinking wildly, the eldest grandson Hao, who was walking in front, spoke: "Erlang, what you did today is wrong." ”

"Huh?" Changsun Hong raised his head, not knowing why.

"Dad is saying, you really beat Li Yi at that time, and things will be bad." Changsun Hao stopped, turned to look at Changsun Hong, frowned deeply, and looked a little angry: "Who is Li Yi?" Li Guanren's distant nephew, he can be the deputy Baozheng, which is exactly what Li Guanren meant, if you beat him, you may not be able to study in private schools in the future, and your father's hard work will come to naught, and you will be very wrong. ”

Changsun Hong was stunned, and for the first time he saw Changsun Hao talking to himself so seriously, he quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "My son is not thoughtful, and my father will punish him." ”

"There is no need to punish him, in that case, anyone who sees it will be on fire." Eldest Sun Hao waved his hand and said, "But if you want to give the dog a head, you tell your father, can't your father have a son?" Li Guanren wants to give his father some face. Daddy's anger, is that you don't cherish this opportunity to study, how many children in the village want to study, can only look at it, can you go, is it how many times Dad begged Li Guanren before he can do it, how can you not cherish it? ”

He put his hands behind his back and said to the eldest grandson with an earnest face: "There are thousands of roads in the world, but only reading is the highest. This trip to the far door, my father can see it, you have understanding, but you have to focus on reading, don't learn from your father and your second uncle, you have no interest in your life. ”

Changsun Hong really wants to ask: Why are you and your second uncle so useless? Warriors are rampant in troubled times, and it's a good time to show off your strengths. But he didn't dare to ask, just muttered: "My son remembers." ”

Changsun Hao nodded, turned around and continued to walk slowly, while walking, he continued to chant to Changsun Hong, who was following behind: "The tax of the dog's family is indeed worse, so Li Yi is not looking for bad luck in his family for no reason, but how much is it worse, Li Yi, the birdman, exaggerated a little, and the extra is just to fill his pocket." If you go back and calculate it, it won't be difficult for his family. ”

The eldest grandson Hong said: "His family is surrounded by walls, where can he still have money to pay taxes?" ”

Hearing this, Changsun Hao smiled and snorted: "Dad went out this time and specially brought the dog with him, of course, he also saw this layer." When the salt is sold, the dog's family will be shared, and the tax money will be more than enough, and his family will pass this pass. ”

At this point, the eldest grandson Hong realized that the eldest grandson brothers took the risk of selling salt, and it was really as Li Meng said, not for profit, but really for the poor people in Lijia Village.

Digging in the soil, relying on the little grain that Li Xian, a big landlord, gets every year, except for the rent in the spring and autumn fields, the income is not much, and the family can barely make ends meet, and it is impossible to pay all kinds of taxes. But if you don't pay taxes, officials at all levels from top to bottom will not give up, and they will force them to come to the door if they change their ways.

When Baozheng, it looks very majestic, but in fact it is also very difficult, once your village tax money is not collected, Baozheng has to be on the front, the county government will not ask other reasons, only look at the tax money is uneven. Before Changsun Hao, the baozheng of the village was Li Xian, who squeezed out the people in the village every year, and couldn't collect the rated money and materials, and he had a lot of blood, and he also offended the people in the village, which was thankless.

The eldest grandson brothers fled to Lijia Village, the two were heroic, helpful, and very popular. The eldest grandson Hao took the opportunity to ask Li Xian to accept his son to study in Li Xian's private school, as a condition for being upright, this request was not too much, Li Xian readily agreed, this is the ins and outs of the eldest grandson Hongneng to enter the Li family's private school.

When he became a Baozheng, he took on a responsibility, and the annual tax amount of Lijia Village fell on the head of the eldest grandson Hao, Li Xian will not give a penny of silver, how to make up the tax silver, is a problem.

So selling smuggled salt has become a helpless choice, which is also the most shortcut method, this work has been around since ancient times, and it has been banned in every dynasty and every generation, but it has never been banned, which shows that the huge profits are considerable.

After figuring out the relationship, Changsun Hong looked at his father's back, and felt a little more respectful, and he also understood more deeply how much his father paid in order to allow him to study.

The eldest grandson Hao brother is a deserter, it is impossible to go to the big city to settle down, only hide in these mountain villages to steal a living, poor and remote, if you want your children to study, it is very difficult, so when you see that Li Xian's family has a private school, you take the risk of becoming a baozheng.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high, but I don't understand, why is this martial artist who has been fighting horses all his life so obsessed with letting his son study? On this question, Changsun Hong is easy to understand: the Song Dynasty has been like this since ancient times.

Controlling martial arts with literature is the tune set by Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, regardless of your invincible generals on the battlefield, you don't have to listen to the order of the Privy Council, even if Yue Wumu, who is as high as the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, was also killed in the Storm Pavilion by Qin Hui, who had no power to do so. Therefore, martial arts are light and civil, and for more than 100 years, they have long been deeply engraved in people's minds, and they are as lowly as peddlers and pawns, and they also understand this truth.

"Literature can rejuvenate the country, and martial arts can be peaceful." Walking behind his father, the eldest grandson Hong muttered to himself in a low voice: "The state is uneasy, why can the country be rejuvenated?" Put the cart before the horse! ”