Fang Lao Er carried seventeen taels of silver, trembling and came to the county office of Changyi County, ready to pay taxes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Laoer was an only child and inherited twenty-one acres of dry land from his parents, who died young. He was a timid man, and when he saw that this year's harvest was good, he came to pay his taxes early with his silver.

"The rent is called summer tax, autumn grain, and all second-class. The summer tax does not exceed August, and the autumn grain does not exceed February next year. ”

A self-cultivated farmer like Fang Laoer, who is weak and weak, is the target of the government's key oppression. The land taxes that should have been paid by the tax evading gentry were piled up on Fang Laoer's body layer by layer. Those officials listed all kinds of names, and insisted that Fang Laoer's 21 acres of dry land pay one stone and one bucket of summer tax, and six stones and three buckets of autumn grain.

According to the current grain price of 224 yuan and 1 stone, Fang Lao Er has to pay 17 taels of silver a year.

This Tian Fu is a heavy burden on Fang Lao Er.

After removing the remaining seeds and field endowments, Fang Lao Er could only collect eight stones and five buckets into his own home in a year. This is still on the books, if in previous years, when selling grain to the grain farm, it would still be bitten by those gentlemen. Those grain farms sell rice for three taels and one stone, and collect rice for two taels and one stone. In order to pay seven stones and four buckets of silver, sometimes Fang Lao Er finally had to paste nine stones of grain into it.

So Fang Lao Er was very poor, and no one introduced him to his daughter-in-law when he was twenty years old. Fang Lao Er pondered, with his unpromising temperament, he would be poor for a lifetime, and it was impossible to marry a daughter-in-law.

However, this year, Fang Laoer's income is better. The actual income of rice and noodles at home is one and a half stones more than in previous years -- thanks to the fact that the Jinguo Gong has made decisions for the people, and in recent years, all towns, towns, and counties in Shandong have opened affordable grain farms. Nowadays, grain farms and peasants buy rice and flour for two or three yuan per stone, and sell rice and flour to peasants for two or two or five yuan per stone, making only a small profit, which greatly benefits small farmers like Fang Laoer.

Fang Lao Er sold rice and noodles in the cheap grain village and got a lot of silver. Therefore, Fang Lao Er came to the government early this year to pay the tax, and only after paying the tax and solving the matter that was pressing on his heart can Fang Lao Er happily enjoy the extra stone and a half rice of noodles this year.

With this stone and a half of extra grain, Fang Lao Er can eat cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, buy some meat to eat during the New Year, and pull a few feet of cloth to make a new cotton jacket.

Fang Lao Er thought about it and walked towards the Yamen of Changyi County. Walking to the yamen's house, Fang Lao Er felt that it was extremely deserted. The officials who used to set up tables here to collect taxes are all gone. There was only one old man sitting in the gatehouse in the courtyard of the house, leaning against the wall of the doorway and dozing.

Fang Lao Er thought for a long time, walked up to the old man tremblingly, and asked, "Poor master, why is the father who collects taxes here?" ”

The old man was woken up by Fang Er's questioning, and opened one eye to look at Fang Er.

After looking Fang Lao Er up and down with one eye, the old man who was guarding the door said, "Don't you listen to the newspaper?" Now you have to pay taxes to the tax bureau of Jinguo Gong, what are you still doing here? ”

Fang Lao Er was stunned and asked, "Doesn't the tax bureau only collect commercial taxes?" ”

The old man snorted coldly, closed the open eye, and ignored Fang Er.

The people of the yamen only want to collect a few taels more taxes on weekdays, and they can't wait to eat all your bones. The people of the yamen said that they were looking for the prince of Jinguo to collect taxes, which should not be fake. Seeing that the old man no longer paid attention to him, Fang Lao Er walked to the Changyi County Taxation Bureau.

Walking to the door of the tax bureau, Fang Lao Er saw two long lines lined up at the door. Fang Lao Er didn't know the situation, and was looking there, when an office staff of the tax bureau wearing a round collar walked up and said to Fang Lao Er kindly: "This old brother, you are Jiao Tianfu, right?" Jiaotian Fu waited in the team over there! ”

Fang Lao Er hurriedly saluted this "poor master" who reminded him, and then he lined up in the team of Jiao Tianfu. After waiting in the team for half an hour, Fang Lao Er finally walked to the front of the line. There were more than a dozen tables at the front, and behind each chair sat a chaman. Fang Lao Er chose a kind-looking poor master and walked over.

"The second child of Qingquantun Village, Taibaozhuang Township."

"Wait a minute, brother!"

The "poor master" who collected taxes hurriedly took a sip of tea, and went to the treasury to check the account books. After a while, he came out with a yellow book of enslavement and a fish scale atlas, and faced Fang Lao Er.

"Your family has twenty-one acres of dry land, right?"

"Right! Bad master, right! ”

The poor master and Fang Lao Er faced the field, so they started to calculate Fang Lao Er's field endowment with an abacus.

Fang Lao Er didn't know how much silver the Jinguo Guild had collected from him. It stands to reason that with the consistent policy of the Duke of Jinguo, he will not overcharge the people's land endowment. However, before he knew the result, Fang Lao Er didn't dare to hope that things would suddenly get better. This Tian Fu is directly related to Fang Er's life, and he watched the poor master fiddling with the abacus quickly, becoming more and more nervous.

The poor master finally settled Fang Laoer's account, shook the pu fan and fanned the wind, and said with a smile:

"Brother, Shandong's field endowment standard is seven liters and five hes per mu of land, and you pay one stone, five buckets, seven liters of five-hes rice noodles for twenty-one acres of land, and three taels of silver and seven dollars and eight cents!"

When Fang Lao Er heard the words of the poor master, his mouth suddenly opened wide, and he couldn't speak for a while.

There are only three taels of silver a year, so wouldn't he suddenly have fourteen taels of silver? With so much more money at once, how is this money spent? He felt like his whole body was flying.

"A year's field endowment only costs three taels or seven dollars of silver?"

The tax collector smiled: "There are still eight cents, three two seven cents and eight cents!" ”

Fang Lao Er couldn't help but speak again to confirm: "This is my one-year Tianfu?" I don't have to go elsewhere to hand over the land in the future? ”

The tax collector shook his fan and said with a smile: "Exactly! ”

Fang Lao Er's face was shocked, and his hand holding the silver bag trembled a little. He took out a few pieces of silver from his silver bag and gave them to the tax collector.

The tax collector weighed the silver, asked Fang Lao Er to press his fingerprint, and handed Fang Lao Er a tax payment certificate stamped with the big seal of the tax bureau to Fang Lao Er.

Until he walked out of the tax bureau after completing the tax, Fang Lao Er still felt that his whole person was a little floating.

Fang Lao Er walked to the door of the tax bureau, standing at the door, he still couldn't react, grabbing the tax payment certificate in his hand and looking left and right.

Mrs. Wang of Taibaozhuang Township, who had been waiting there, saw Fang Lao Er. Mrs. Wang walked up to Fang Lao Er with a smile on her face, and said loudly: "Fang Lao Er, how much land do you pay for 21 acres of dry land now?" ”

"Three, two, seven money..."

"Ouch, Second Fang, you've really become rich all of a sudden. How? Do you want to marry a daughter-in-law, Mrs. Wang will introduce you to a good one! ”

The matchmaker, who had never looked at herself, took the initiative to introduce her daughter-in-law to herself, and Fang Lao Er felt more and more that the whole person was floating. Even if Zhong Xiucai's excitement is nothing more than that, right?

"Good! Good! Mrs. Wang, you introduce me to someone who can give birth! ”