Huang Qiyin has always felt that he is full of dedication and has no way to serve the country, and he has wasted his ambition in this projectile land, and only now does he feel that he has lost unjustly.

Although the proud article made him unwilling, but he has always had a kind of literati arrogance in his heart, thinking that he was hit by people with different political views, although the officialdom was unsatisfactory, but he would inevitably leave his own name on the history, and this life would not be in vain, and he couldn't imagine that if he really wanted to implement his own performance, it would also be a misguided country and a misunderstanding of the people, so at this time, he was not only disheartened, but also swept away the arrogance that had been accumulated for a long time.

Looking at Yang Ling, a handsome young man, Huang Qiyin secretly calculated in his heart: "It turns out that he is only the youngest talent in this county, and it is just that the eight articles are exquisitely done, but I didn't expect to have such an insight, it seems that this son is not a thing in the pool."

If he can achieve a generation of famous ministers in the future, he will also follow the history of the famous, no matter how bad he is, as long as he can be a big member, his young grandson who died early can also have a dependence."

Thinking of this, Huang Qiyin smiled, stepped forward to help Yang Ling, and said with a spring breeze on his face: "Yang Xian's nephew doesn't need to be polite, the teacher is ashamed to say it, Lao Huang is about to become a fine man in this county, if there is anything that needs help, although the virtuous nephew speaks, Lao Huang knows everything."

Jimingyi is a third-class county, compared with the rich counties in the south of the Yangtze River, the total amount of tax grain is even 300 to 500 times different, the tax amount is frighteningly low, at a rough glance, it seems that the tax amount must be increased, at least such a county should no longer have tax and grain arrears. But the reality is that even some small landlords or yeoman families are still half-starved and half-hungry, and it is only natural that they will be in arrears of taxes and grain.

Therefore, a county official collects 80% of the tax in a rich county, and the lives of the local people are still not affected, and he praises him as a blue sky and sends an umbrella to the people, but if he is unlucky to be transferred to such a poor county in a few years, even if he tries his best to forcibly collect 30% of the tax, in the mouth of the local people, he is also a corrupt official, a cool official, and a vampire who scrapes the ground.

What's more, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, calculated the Fenglu of officials surprisingly accurately, and the silver issued was only enough for officials to feed a family, as for the expenses sent to usher, the salaries of the family servants, sedan chair men and grooms, including the staff masters, etc., were all paid by the officials out of their own pockets, so the money and grain paid by the people, the local officials must move a part of it into their private pockets, the county officials, and the following village chiefs are not the same, so that 100% of the taxes are levied, and only eighty percent of them are handed over to the national treasury.

Therefore, when the taxes were insufficient, the local officials showed their own powers, and the number of fields exceeded the number of counties in the control of the officials, and the counties that were congenitally deficient had the courage to report natural disasters to ask for reductions and exemptions, which not only completed the task of collecting taxes and grain, but also won a good reputation for loving the people.

Although there are a large number of people in Jimingyi who are in arrears of grain taxes, but over the years, there have been people who have cultivated wasteland and reclaimed mountains, and the household department still has the number of acres of land at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, so although the collection is very small, only a part of the surplus commercial tax can be supplemented to meet the requirements of the household department.

In addition, the autumn Tartars have just come to loot, you can report the disaster more serious, in order to reduce some money and grain, because of the special status of the chicken station, the military significance of this place is far more important than the county governance, so the officials know that the annual tax here is insufficient, even if they put money to assess the performance is not too strict.

Yang Ling, who was originally anxious, couldn't help but be cheerful after Huang Qiyin's guidance, and the 30% of the tax grain that had been collected was pitifully small was only handed over half of it with a stroke of Huang Xiancheng's pen, and Yang Ling was speechless.

The rest of the miscellaneous things were under the guidance of Huang Xiancheng, Yang Ling also got started very quickly, and soon handled the government affairs in an orderly manner, and became the person who really controlled the administration of a county behind the scenes of the Min County Order, but all his power came from the Min County Order, and he had this mud Bodhisattva on his head, he was the spokesperson of the Bodhisattva, if there was no "Bodhisattva", no one would listen to his orders.

However, with the support of the magistrate of Min County, the magistrate of the county, and the vigorous assistance of the second-in-command of Huang County, Yang Ling managed this small county town with small sparrows and complete organs, and it didn't take long for the people, officers and soldiers, and post envoys of Jimingyi to know that the person who actually controlled the operation of the entire county was an eighteen-year-old young man hiding behind Lord Min, and this person was called Yang Ling.

Han Youniang no longer goes to work in the tailor shop, it's not that she doesn't want to go, but the boss doesn't dare to use her anymore, just kidding, who is her man? Now it's just a county lord's hat on his head.

At that time, there were already some weaving and dyeing factories in the big cities of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and there were hundreds of helpers, but most of these helpers were also with male surnames, and it was very rare for women to go out to work in such a small place, so although Yang Ling was unwilling to let a girl who was only fifteen years old be bored at home every day as a live-in young woman, she could only follow the customs of the countryside and no longer wanted her to show her face.

It's just that this time, Han Youniang is bored at home every day, she has nothing to do except cooking, and there are no entertainment tools such as TV at that time, although most of the married women at that time are like this, but from the perspective of Yang Ling, a modern person, she feels that the young lady is like being imprisoned at home.

Every time she said that only the moment she went home would show a happy look on her face, while watching herself eat, it seemed that she had endless words, and she could talk about any little thing with relish for a long time, it turned out that although she was hard in the mountain village, at least she could go out, but now she was like a bird in a cage, and the look in her eyes became more and more dim.

Yang Ling looked heartbroken, and he was too busy with his official duties, so he simply got her a man's clothes to wear, and took her to the signing room to assist him in copying and compiling the copy. Fortunately, Han Youniang is different from ordinary girls, her father was originally a dart head of the dart board, the family background is not bad, the family was invited to the chair when she was young, and then the dart board lost a heavy dart and fell, which was defeated. These things of copying and writing are naturally competent.

Han Youniang has something to do, and she can be by her husband's side, so she is naturally full of joy. Yang Ling's 'public and private distinction', although everyone in the signing room knew that this was Master Yang's insider, he only said that he was invited to help, so the salary was opened, but the private person he hired asked him to pay the salary, so Yang Ling followed the customs, and he should have kept it all in his pocket, anyway, he didn't want to pay it, and he would be divided by others.

Because Yang Ling was hired privately by the county magistrate, he was not in the ranks, so there were only three stones per month, which was equivalent to 6 coins of silver, and this money was to be paid by the county magistrate privately. The county magistrate's monthly salary of 3 taels and seven yuan is enough to feed the family, but if you pay the wages of the master's staff and the domestic servant, Min County will order that if you don't cut off any taxes, then your own family will have to drink the northwest wind.

Officialdom calls this kind of reasonable interception fire consumption, and according to Yang Ling's understanding, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. When I first read the novel, I saw that the officials of the Ming Dynasty embezzled sixty taels of silver, and Zhu Yuanzhang tortured him by peeling the skin and stuffing the grass, but the corruption of officials was repeatedly prohibited.

Fortunately, these officials in the Ming Dynasty have naturally formed a rule over the years, which belong to corruption and which belong to the necessary filial piety of the lower officials, which have become a system of their own outside the court, and the officials up and down spontaneously abide by it, with the guidance of Huang Lao, Yang Ling is also at ease.

Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, perhaps due to mood, the street is still wet and cold, but walking on the street is not as cold as usual. The sound of crackers could be heard from far and near.

Ming said that the county government didn't have to go to work, so he was busy until late, and Yang Ling finished processing the official documents at hand and Han Youniang walked out of the county office. Every household has hung red lanterns at the door, and even those who are usually reluctant to be so extravagant have hung up their lanterns and lit candles early today.

Women are not allowed to walk in front of their husbands or walk side by side with him, so Han Youniang still took half a step back according to the rules, Yang Ling saw that it was dark tonight, so it would not attract too many people's attention, and Han Youniang was dressed in men's clothes, so she deliberately slowed down, and took her hand while she was unprepared.

Han Youniang was taken aback, her face turned red, she didn't break away after two struggles, and she couldn't help blushing and whispering: "Xianggong, you."

Yang Ling turned his head and smiled softly, and said softly: "Tomorrow we will go to the street to buy some New Year's goods, and tonight we will go to the tavern to eat some good food, let's go." As he spoke, he took Han Youniang and went straight to the small hotel he had been to for the first time.

Yang Ling is a nostalgic person, he went there once, and he felt that the taste was okay, so he was too lazy to find another one, and he kept going to this place when he wanted to change his appetite. Although Han Youniang was a little uneasy, she knew that her father-in-law had always been easy-going, and it was dark, and others couldn't see her face, so her little hand was held by him and followed him meekly.

When Yang Ling and Han Youniang stepped out of the hotel, the night was darker, the clear night sky was full of stars, and the fine snow foam slowly fell down, making his face that was slightly swollen and hot because of drinking was very refreshing.

Yang Ling's expression perked up, and he took Han Youniang's hand and wandered slowly around the city, although neither of them spoke, but the palms of each other's hands reached the hearts of people with another feeling that touched the heartstrings even more.

On the battlement of the city wall, Yang Ling grabbed a handful of snow, formed a snowball, made enough strength, and slammed it into the vast night outside the city, but this body was too lacking in exercise, and this force made the muscles and veins a little painful, and the road surface that was frozen by the patrol soldiers under his feet was also very slippery, almost knocking him down, so shocked that Han Youniang grabbed a step, supported him under his ribs with one palm, held his body steadily, and said angrily and funny: "Xianggong, look at you, how do you look like a child, be careful to fall."

Yang Ling turned around, gently pinched her sturdy and smooth face, and said dotingly: "You, you are a child who has not grown up."

Han Youniang pouted, straightened up unconvinced, Yang Ling looked at her slightly childish face and those gentle eyes, his heart was pounding for this, he realized that he was getting closer and closer to her, he was used to her silently taking care of himself by her side, and he was used to doing some intimate actions with her.

But if she was cold and indifferent to her now, how could Yang Ling's heart stop her tears? The words about letting her take good care of herself once she died were too abrupt and unspeakable, and he looked at Han Youniang in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Han Youniang's face suddenly became hotter and hotter, under the gaze of Yang Linglang's eyes like a morning star, especially the faint smell of wine in his mouth, Han Youniang obviously misunderstood what he meant, and she was both scared and happy in her heart, and her body trembled a little in a panic.

At this moment, Yang Ling suddenly saw a beam of flame flickering from Han Youniang's two dark and bright eyes, Han Youniang's eyes also widened in horror at this time, and she looked straight over from Yang Ling's shoulder, staring into the distance in a daze.

Yang Ling Huoran turned around, there was a beacon tower at the east and west ends of the city wall, at this time the beacon tower on the east side had been lit, the fire was raging, far away, the winding city wall extended to the depths of the mountain forest, and there were a few sparks shining.

He looked to the west again, and at this moment the beacon tower on the western wall also burst into flames, and the fire was fierce, and then the beacon tower on the ridge farther west was also lit, and passed farther away.

Yang Ling opened his mouth wide, and only after a while did he turn around abruptly and look at Han Youniang, with the same message in his two eyes: "Tartar is here!" ”

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