Mo Weifeng was afraid that Song Wenjian would be stupid and crazy at first, but now that he has waited for so long, he has not seen anyone from the township come to collect business taxes, and he is also relieved.

"Hahaha, don't be afraid, as long as we are united, we will definitely make the second fool unable to eat and walk around." Mo Weifeng smiled proudly.

"Hmph, an outsider also wants to make trouble in our Yangqing Township, it's a joke. We don't care about him, what will we do when he arrives? Someone was yelling in the back.

At this time, a guy ran in from outside to report to Mo Weifeng. "Shopkeeper, I went to the township just now to check, and the door is closed."

"The township is closed?" Mo Weifeng was stunned, and then surprise appeared in his eyes. "Hahaha."

Seeing Mo Weifeng like this, the merchants couldn't help but ask strangely: "Shopkeeper Weifeng, what's wrong with you?" ”

"You don't know, since those two fools asked people to post announcements, I asked the guys to check the situation at the township office. I just heard from my buddies that after being scolded by the merchants and vendors on the street, the gangsters returned to the village house, and soon closed the gate and did not dare to come out. Mo Weifeng smiled proudly.

His eldest brother Mo Weibao was put in prison by the Song family, and they swore to Song Hua and them.

Mo Weifeng received a report from Chen Huatao, of course, he couldn't let Song Wenjian go. In Chen Huatao's words, it is best to let Song Wenjian die in Yangqing Township, and the sooner he dies, the better.

"Great." The merchants looked at Mo Weifeng and shouted. They made up their minds to listen to Mo Weifeng, Mo Weifeng didn't pay business taxes, and they didn't pay either.

Those helpers are all from the countryside, can they compare to the rich people like them?

Although Song Wenjian found some lieutenant chiefs to come over to help, the lieutenant chiefs of Yangqing Township are useless, they are all poor, so they are not afraid.

Until the evening, the gate of the township was still not opened, which made Mo Weifeng and them feel more at ease.

The merchants ran into the street and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have not paid commercial taxes for so many years, why do the two fools come here and ask us to pay commercial taxes?" ”

The people on the street did not care whether the merchants paid the commercial tax or not, they had to pay the agricultural tax according to the capitation. But the other hawkers next to him chimed in and shouted: "Yes, we don't have to worry about the second fool, even if he has a father who is a county prince, I heard that he is about to fall." ”

For a while, there was a lot of noise on the street that was about to disperse, and Old Man Hong and Dai Wang happened to come out to buy vegetables, and when they saw everyone like this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Dai Wang, what should I do? Township Chief Song poked the hornet's nest. Old man Hong asked Dai Wang worriedly.

Song Wenjian gave Old Man Hong a good treatment, and he didn't want to lose his job.

Dai Wang secretly called it a fluke, originally he and Old Man Hong wanted to come out in bad clothes to buy vegetables, but Wu Guanhai said that the street might not be peaceful, so they changed their clothes before going out.

Fortunately, they didn't wear bad clothes, and judging by the mood of these small traders and hawkers, they might be beaten by them.

Dai Wang and the others hurriedly bought some vegetables and meat to go back, and after Song Wenjian heard their report, he smiled and said: "It's okay, you have also practiced for a day today, eat and rest early, we have to work early tomorrow morning." ”

Dai Wang and the others went to rest after eating, and Wu Guanhai was called to Song Wenjian's room.

"Guanhai, how are they practicing today?" Song Wenjian asked Wu Guanhai.

"Young master, they are all countrymen, they have the strength to endure hardships, and after practicing for a day today, they can master some stick techniques and knives." Wuguan Kaido. "With their current situation, there is no problem in dealing with the general public."

"That's it." Song Wenjian nodded. "You're tired today, so get some rest."

Wu Guanhai was worried about tomorrow's affairs, which showed Song Wenjian's confidence on his face, and he swallowed his words in his stomach.

Before dawn, Old Man Hong got up with a lieutenant to cook porridge and rice.

Because there are not many people in the township, Song Wenjian formulated a rotation duty system, and each gang is on duty for one day and cooks with Old Man Hong.

Song Wenjian and the others had breakfast, changed into errand clothes one by one, brought waist knives, water and fire sticks, and gathered in two teams.

"Let's go." Song Wenjian saw that everyone was ready, so he didn't say much, and walked outside with everyone.

As soon as the morning dawned, the small merchants and vendors on both sides of the street had begun to do business, and the shops had opened their doors, and some men stood in the middle of the doors to solicit business.

Dai Wang looked at the front strangely and said, "I thought it was only lively on the polder day, but I didn't expect it to be so lively in normal times." ”

"This is the center of Yangqing Township, the people who live here don't farm, they don't buy rice and vegetables, what do they eat?" Song Wenjian said with a smile.

Dai Wang: They just stayed in the countryside, and they didn't understand city life anymore.

Although Yangqing Township is not as big as the county seat, there are many people who do business.

According to Song Wenjian's instructions, Dai Wang led his team of men and horses to collect the taxes of small merchants and vendors on the left, and Jian Yuping led people to collect them on the right.

But at the beginning, he was met with resistance from the hawkers, "Why do you collect our business tax, we are just a small business." ”

"I, I ......," Dai Wang was speechless.

Let him do farm work, but he can't reason with the hawkers.

Song Wenjian stepped forward and said: "We rely on the law of the country, and the imperial court promulgated the commercial tax law early in the morning, why don't you pay it?" Do you want to break the law and disobey orders? ”

Wu Guanhai, who was next to him, pulled the waist knife out of the scabbard and shouted: "If there is any disobedience, we will punish it." ”

The peddler was also frightened when he saw Wu Guanhai's fierce look. "My lord, it's not that we don't want to pay, but we are a small business, and the head of Mo Weibao didn't say that he was collecting business taxes before, but just asked him to collect money."

In the past, Mo Weibao was the head snake of Yangqing Township, and when it was inconvenient for him to come forward, he instructed Splash to come forward.

"Anyway, it's almost the same, and the business tax is also a part of the money." Song Wenjian said.

"But we're going to have to give money to the pranks." The peddler worried.

For these hawkers, the people in the countryside are not terrible, but what is terrible is those who are idle and do all kinds of evil.

If you mess with those splashes, not only will they not be able to do business, but they may also get into big trouble.

Song Wenjian said: "This is also what I want to tell you, from now on, you only need to pay us a share of the money here, and don't give it to others." ”

"What if they're going to trouble us?" The vendor asked.

"Then you can come to us, and I'll take care of everything." Song Wenjian said.

"I'm just a small business, how much do I have to pay?" The vendor looked at the vegetable basket in front of him, he couldn't sell it for a few dollars a day, and after excluding the cost, he would make twenty or thirty dollars at most.

When Song Wenjian asked Dai Wang to take him around the town that day, he had already roughly seen the situation of the small merchants and hawkers, and he already knew it in his heart.

"Yours is paid when you set up a stall here, and you pay a penny a day." Song Wenjian asked. "Yours is a daily handover,"

The hawker felt that the commercial tax proposed by Song Wenjian was not outrageous, and it was less than the money that those who asked for it.

If he sets up a stall here, he will have to pay fifty dollars a month.

According to Song Wenjian, he is estimated to not be able to pay twenty yuan now. "Okay, I'll hand it over." The vendor was about to reach into his pocket and take the money when a man ran in front of him.