"Good luck, sir. A grace period of a few days. An old woman knelt in front of a few Jia people, wiped her tears and said, "The family has just finished the funeral, and I really can't pay the head tax." ”

"you, you dare to come out and set up a stall if you don't have any money, smash it for me!" A few small officials knocked the old woman aside and smashed the stall directly. Only the old woman was left in the same place and screamed as hard as she could: "Domineering, really domineering." How can there be such a poll tax? The cry could only win the sympathy of the people around her, and no one dared to stand up for the old woman.

"Overbearing? What's wrong with being overbearing? The little official in the lead pointed at the old woman and said, "If anyone can't pay the tax, he will end up with her, and don't appear in the West Market." In West City, I'm just domineering, I have the final say! ”

A discordant voice enters the teahouse. Yang Fan looked at it. More and more urban management has been passed down from generation to generation, and all dynasties and dynasties have had such violent law enforcement. If he stopped here, Yang Fan would naturally not get up and say anything. He can manage it for a while, but he can't manage it for a lifetime.

The old woman wiped her tears and reluctantly picked up the smashed pickles and dirty homespun cloths. Originally, I was going to sell it for some money and prepare for the Chinese New Year. My wife just left this year, and there is no money left at home, but the New Year is always over.

"Don't pick it up!" If you can't draw the poll tax, don't even think about taking this thing. You untouchables, you must be taking advantage of the fact that I am not paying attention, and you want to secretly set up a stall, right? ”

"The cloth is dirty like this, Master Bing, you can do well, let the old woman go."

"No way!"

"Bang bang."

The applause rang out coldly, and a cold drink came from the teahouse. "What a bully!"

"Who, who dares to talk back, find out for me." When the little official heard the sour taste in this, he immediately became unhappy.

"That's how your yamen does things? The poll tax, it doesn't seem to be in the Ming tax, this warden. ”

A subordinate next to him sidebled and said, "In the teahouse, go." Arrest this presumptuous man and dare to provoke us. I'm really looking for death, and I don't want to mix in the West Market. Several people rushed into the teahouse and found that Yang Fan was the only one sitting by the window drinking tea.

"You fanatic just now?"

"It's just a matter of facts."

"Arrest me, please go to the yamen and drink tea."

"Drink tea, why don't you have a drink with me here?" Yang Fan sneered. At this time, Chen Wangting pressed down the little minion who wanted to step forward to make trouble, and said, "Be honest." Don't weigh yourself either! ”

"It's so bold, you dare to do it. Take it down for me. ”

Chen Wangting directly pressed the man to the ground and sneered: "Who gave you the courage to dare to run rampant in the West Market." A slap in the face. The man's mouth was sweet, and he found that his mouth had been fanned, and his mouth was bleeding nonstop.

"You...... Who are you? There was obviously a hint of jealousy in the eyes of the warden, and those who dared to do so must have an extraordinary background.

"You don't have the right to know who we are. Wang Ting, arrest this guy. Someone who can talk, I'm going to see how many ridiculous taxes like this there are. Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"Let's go!" The warden pushed through the crowd and departed with his retinue.

Yang Fan still sat quietly at the tea stall drinking tea. "Go clean up." He placed the silver on the table and motioned to the old woman, who was still sad and tidying up the stall. The old woman took the silver, almost knelt down in gratitude, and said, "Thank you, Childe." Thank you, Childe. ”

Chen Wangting picked up the old woman and said, "Hurry up." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The old woman still picked up the belongings quickly, and hurriedly did not enter the crowd.

"Who is this young man? People who are so bold and dare to beat the yamen in public must not be good. It looks like Qu Zhutou is coming. ”

"I think this son must have a good identity. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to be so bold. It must be the son of a big family. Someone commented.

"Who did it just now?"

"Brother Qu, it's this kid, it seems that he is from a practicing family, and he has some foundation." The warden called the patrolling catcher and told him everything he had done.

"Come with us, or else...... The pain of flesh and skin is indispensable. The surname Qu looked at Chen Wangting, whose face was like jujube, and his heart sank. Seeing the little official who was pressed on the bench, there was also a trace of jealousy in his eyes. "If this prince has no king's law, even if he is a nobleman, he will inevitably be punished, so it is better to make it clear for the first time."

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Okay, I'm going to see if this south-facing yamen recognizes people or money." Looks like I'm going to pay a visit myself. ”

The surname Qu was stunned for a moment, this ...... And so you can go away? Don't follow the routine, otherwise, according to the routine, those who have money will send them some money, and those who have no money will kneel down and beg for mercy, and then beat them and take them away, how can they be sent directly to the yamen like this? There was silence all around, Yang Fan glanced at Qu Zhukuai, who was staying there, and said, "Aren't you going to invite me to tea?" Let's go, lead the way. The crowd naturally divided into a passage, and Yang Fan followed a few catchers to the yamen.

Qu Zhutou regretted it in his heart, why was he greedy for that bit of silver. Look at this posture, it seems that this noble man is not even afraid of the yamen, this ...... It's not just a matter of killing him. He shuddered and said, "Son, you can think about it, when you walk into this yamen, you may not be able to come out so easily!" ”

Qu Zhutou threatened, he saw that the matter was so big, I was afraid that it would be difficult to clean up, so he naturally wanted to persuade Yang Fan to give up. Damn, I already knew what to provoke him.

"Go in and report it. Find someone who can talk. Yang Fan stepped into the Zhili County Government and stood in front of the hall. He didn't come to make trouble, but he just wanted to ask how much the tax item was.

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"County master, county master, something is wrong."

"What's going on?" The county magistrate saw the headhunter and shouted, what's the big deal? It won't be that the poll tax hasn't been full this month. The officials have come down to the quota, and this month will be like the previous months, and you will look good! ”

"No, no, it's someone in the West City who is shouting and saying...... Said that my lord, you levied taxes indiscriminately, and your subordinates couldn't stand it, so they stepped forward to theorize, but I didn't expect that the man not only did not apologize, but also beat up a few small officials, and now the man is chasing after the yamen. A few people who are lowly have blue noses and swollen faces, look, this, and this, are all beaten by that guy. Qu Zhutou did have some injuries on his face, but he hit it himself when he came, for fear that the county magistrate would not see it, so he deliberately hit the wall pillar hard. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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