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Behind the table in front of the main hall, there sat an old man with a majestic face, the old man was not wearing an official robe, but he sat generously in the position of the county honor.

Beside him, there was a slightly smaller chair on which sat a young man in brocade.

As for the surroundings of the main hall of the yamen, where the officials should have stood, there were now a number of strong men in civilian clothes, and those officials and other miscellaneous servants were sent out of the hall to stand with the people.

In the middle of the main hall, there were kneeling people, one was dressed in green cloth linen, with a dark complexion and a strong figure, and the other was dressed in a light crimson official robe, with a crooked black veil on his head, and his face couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

In addition to the two of them, there was an elderly man next to him, with white hair and a cane in his hand, standing tremblingly in place.

The man in green cloth and linen is named Wang Si, and the old man next to him is named Wang Qi, who is Huang San's grandfather and the head of Dahuang Village.

"Wang Si, if you have any grievances, you can talk about it!"

Above the main hall, Liu Yuanlin gently patted the shocked wood and said.

"Master, we are wronged, we really can't live anymore, so we came to the government to ask for an explanation, you have to call the shots for us! In July and August, it was the time when the farming was busy, but the government had to levy labor, and all of a sudden it had to take away dozens of strong laborers in the village, and no one collected the grain in the fields, so the autumn grain could not be handed over, and the government would have to arrest people. ”

Wang Si is a neat person, and his speech is quite organized.

It's just that his words suddenly made Liu Yuanlin's brows twist, and Lou Jingye's eyes became more and more unkind when he looked at him.

The imperial court levied and issued conscription, each with its own custom, but most of them were in winter, and there was no reason to levy conscription when the farm was busy, and delaying the agricultural time was a great dereliction of duty.

"Lou Jingye, is what Wang Si said true?"

"Back to my lordship, the lower official did send someone to levy the ...... of conscription."

After such a period of time, Lou Jingye's face eased down, not as nervous as Fang Cai, and in the face of Liu Yuanlin's questioning, he honestly admitted it.

"The governor is Mingjian, the lower officials are just acting in accordance with the order, last year, the imperial court conquered the Japanese country, Taixing County is responsible for the transfer of grain and grass, the responsibility, the lower officials will levy part of the levy as usual, which is not Dahuang Village, and now the Fucheng is going to levy and issue levy and levy labor, and the lower officials will naturally levy it from Dahuang Village as usual, all of this is a precedent to follow, please be aware of it!"

"But now is the time of the busy farming, don't you know?"

Liu Yuanlin's face softened, still very ugly.

"It's the lower officials' inappropriate considerations, and they didn't care about the agricultural time, and the crime of dereliction of duty, please punish the adults!"

Lou Jingye felt relieved, glanced at Wang Si who was anxious on the side, and said with a bow.

Do you really think you can bring down yourself in this way?

"My lord, the little old man has something to say!"

Unexpectedly, at this time, the trembling old man on the side put down his crutches and bowed down to the tunnel.

"The old man has something to say, it doesn't have to be like this!"

Zhu Changluo was the first to speak, and then two entourages stepped forward and carefully helped the old man up.

The Ming Dynasty advocates respect for the elderly, and those who are over sixty years old do not kneel in the court, and they are replaced in the Taizu years, like yellow. An old man like Mr. can even walk up to the Golden Palace with a cane to talk to the emperor, and absolutely no one dares to stop him.

"Nobleman, the little old man only has one sentence to ask, is this military service considered conscription?"

The old man was old, and he was a little out of breath when he moved, but he still stubbornly stepped forward and asked with burning eyes.

After all, he is an elderly person who is well-informed, and he can see that the person who can call the shots in this hall is not the governor, but the young man in brocade.

Just looking at the young man's words, no one dared to interject.

So the old man left everyone behind and walked straight in front of Zhu Changluo.

"Count, naturally!"

Zhu Changluo said categorically.

The military system of the Ming Dynasty is actually a mixed system of the world military system, the conscription system and the conscription system, the early Ming Dynasty was dominated by the world military system, but in the Wanli period, a large number of military households changed their nationality and the decline in combat effectiveness, which led to the Ming Dynasty began to focus on the conscription system and the conscription system.

The so-called military service is an extension of the conscription system, which is counted as a kind of conscription, and the Ming Dynasty has clear regulations that those who have military service in their families can be exempted from conscription.

The old man nodded, took out a crumpled booklet from his sleeve tremblingly, and said.

"Okay, then please tell Xiao Lao'er that there are 92 people from 327 households in one village of Dahuang Village who follow the army out to fight, but why do you still have to serve every year in this conscription? And more and more year by year, the big girl's house at the head of the village, the man went out to be a soldier and died, the government said that there was a silver pension, but the big girl didn't even see a penny, but saw the official who came to the door to collect miscellaneous taxes, the boy of the big girl's family, just turned fourteen years old this year, and the neighboring village Liu Fuzi praised him as a reading seed, but he was dragged to serve as a servant, and the big girl was left with a four-year-old girl in the family, an orphan and a widow, how to live? ”

Zhu Changluo took the booklet and opened it to take a look, but saw that there were names written crookedly on it, and there was still time to go out to serve as a soldier.

Looking at Lou Jingye again, the sweat on his face was rubbing out, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't pronounce a syllable.

Zhu Changluo closed the booklet, handed it to Liu Yuanlin on the side, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked softly.

"Old man, you just said that you serve as a conscriptor every year? Do you remember, how many conscripts have been forced into your Dahuang Village in the past few years? ”

"Back to the nobles, the time that the county lord said, our Dahuang Village is indeed not out, but that's because, among the ninety-two people who went out in our village, thirty-four followed the army to Liaodong, as for the other conscriptions, our village has not fallen once, the year before last came out of sixty-one people, worked for four months, last year out of seventy-three, worked for five months, this year the government wants eighty-one people, nobles, a total of 327 families in Dahuang Village, now twenty-year-old offspring, only in their early two hundreds, the government will go half at once, What to do with the crops in this field! Nobleman, you can do well, that is, when the farm is over, you will harvest the crops in the field and then serve as a servant, okay? ”

Although the old man was old, he was deaf and clear-sighted, counting his fingers, counting Zhu Changluo one by one, and the old voice hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Changluo suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and helped the old man.

"Old man, rest assured, from today, within five years, Dahuang Village will no longer have to serve as a forced servant, if someone dares to go to you to ask for forced labor, you will go to the capital to beat the Dengwen drum, just say that Zhu Changluo told you to go!"

"Zhu Changluo ......"

This is the first time that Zhu Changluo has revealed his identity since he appeared, after all, Mr. Huang is old and not so well-informed, but Lou Jingye is different, he has been guessing what the identity of the brocade boy in front of him is, and when he heard his name at this moment, he faintly felt a little familiar, and after going through it in his mind, his face instantly turned pale, and he shouted out in a lost voice.

"Too ...... His Royal Highness the Prince?! ”