Chapter 1070: We Are All Good Citizens

Will Wei Chi Jingde's family be black charcoal for generations, Fang Yiai is not sure, but what he is sure of is that those bigwigs are going to be unlucky, and they will let them obediently send food in a few days, and they will have to pretend when the time comes, if you don't ask for ten or eight times, you won't accept your family's food. Fang Yiai thought of the wonders, and couldn't help but laugh proudly, it seems that he has also been successfully promoted to the ranks of Jian businessmen, if you want to make money and come quickly, then you have to cheat and rob, these tricks are familiar with it.

In the middle of March, the people of the capital were happily thinking about what a good harvest would be this year, and some of them were compassionate and went to the temples to pray for the victims of the Taihang Mountain disaster. I don't know what time of day, notices were posted on all gates of the capital, and even the same notices were posted in front of some street shops. There are no annoying people on the notice, they are all easy-to-understand words, and the content is very simple, that is, from today onwards, the household yamen has built a grain collection office, as long as the rich households who go to the household department to donate grain during this period of time, they will be exempted from some commercial taxes according to the amount of donated grain, and at the same time they can also get the title of Datang grain official, which is divided into seven levels, and the grain official above the third class can see the official without worshipping.

How many rich families are in Chang'an City, I can't count them, these people have money and food in their hands, you have to talk to them about money, they don't bird you, but if you want to talk to them about identity and official position, it is definitely rushing up with your ears. No, within half an hour of the notice, someone hurried home.

The rich man of Chengxi Fan is also an old merchant in Guanzhong, he knows the benefits of this notice, so what exempts a part of the commercial tax, that is, it costs less money, but that grain official is equivalent to the name of a good man, especially if he does not worship the official, this alone is enough for others to be excited. Fan Caizhu decided, today no matter what, he has to get a second-class and third-class grain official, from now on, he Fan Donglai is not only rich, but also has an identity, mother, who will dare to look down on him in the future, especially the Chang'an County Commander Huang Shanhong, as soon as he became a third-class grain official, he first went to his county Yali to talk about it, and took him Fan Donglai seriously all day long, I really thought that the broken county order was a dish.

"Butler, butler, prepare food for the old man, hurry up, the old man is in urgent need!" Fan Donglai blew his beard and roared, making the housekeeper Xu Qian confused, "Master, our family doesn't need to sell grain, why do you collect grain?" ”

"Where did you come from so much nonsense, the old man asked you to prepare, if you make a mistake, the old man will let you get out of the way!" Fan Donglai didn't bother to explain to Xu Qian, how could Xu Qian understand his Fan Donglai's mind.

Soon Fan Donglai asked the servants to carry dozens of carts to the Yamen of the Ministry of Households, and as soon as he arrived at the gate of the Yamen, Fan Donglai muttered, there was a long queue here. It's all to blame for that Xu Qian, who prepares some food and grinds and chirps, what makes Fan Donglai speechless the most is that there is a big cannibal with a long beard and curly hair inside, and there is a strange costume Ri himself, how can there be so many people robbing the trade? Fan Donglai's eyes were red, and now he was out of the way, he trembled his white eyebrows, walked towards the door with his feet, and was kicked out as soon as he stepped up the steps.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, hurry up and line up behind, don't you know if you come first and then come, look at your age, don't you understand this thing?" A businessman with oily hair and flour was spraying with a fan, Fan Donglai was not good-tempered, and he puffed out his chest and said angrily, "Bastard, do you know who the old man is, the old man is from Fan Donglai in the west of the city." ”

"Go aside, Lao Tzu cares if you Fan Dong comes to Fan Xi, you have to line up when you come here, if you want to be like you, won't Lao Tzu lose a lot?"

"Yes, that's it, old man, you hurry up and line up behind!" The businessmen queuing up behind also roared in unison, there is no shortage of people here who know Fan Donglai, but at this time, they can't give Fan Donglai face, I heard that there is a quota for what kind of grain official, and if you go late, you may not have it.

Fan Donglai's legs trembled, but he had no choice but to run to the back and line up. There are a lot of people waiting outside, and there is a lot of excitement inside.

"Name? Ancestral home? Age? What do you do? A scribe asked seriously with a brush, and the merchant in front of the case said a little impatiently: "Hey, I said what is the matter with you, Lao Tzu is here to donate food, why do you still ask this and that?" ”

"What are you talking about, do you think anyone can donate this food? That must be my outstanding people of the Tang Dynasty, rich people who have contributed to the prosperity of my Datang can donate, if you have money, it is great, if you have no talent and no virtue, just have a stinky money and food can be my Datang official? Do you know that this grain official has to be named in the Ministry of Officials, and if you don't ask clearly, if you get a wicked and rich family in, then won't my Datang become a laughing stock for others? The little scribe's eyes were glaring, but there was also a majesty.

The merchant who donated grain was stunned for a while, and before he could react, the person in the back row held a sign and shouted, "My lord, this lord, we are all good people, great good people, all talented and virtuous, and never cheat and abduct virtuous businessmen!" ”

"Stop, what are you roaring, are you good citizens, you don't count what you say, you have to say it to the court!" The scribe didn't expect this group of merchants to react so much, and pointed to the guy in front of him and said, "Hurry up, there are so many people waiting behind, you are not in a hurry, the official is still in a hurry!" ”

This time, the businessman didn't dare to get in jao, and said obediently, "The great name Gao Wenli, whose ancestral home is Fenyang County, now lives in the third house on the right hand of Bailu Lane in the south of the city, and is engaged in the medicinal herb business!" ”

"Well, who else is there in the house?" The scribe gestured to the man next to him as he remembered it, and the merchant was honest and said, "The head of the family has an old mother, two wives, four concubines, and two sons and three daughters. ”

Fang Yiai and Fang Yizhi were sitting next to them drinking tea, and when they heard the businessman's words, Fang Yiai grinned and laughed, "Big brother, do you hear, people are much more ambitious than you, two-room ladies, four-room concubines!" ”

"Ahem, second brother, Hugh has to talk nonsense, let your sister-in-law hear it, and you have to go to jail with your brother, you can't stand your sister-in-law's mouth!" It's not that Fang Yizhi didn't have a little bit of thought, but his little bit of thought had already been nipped in the bud by the fierce Du Shi.

Fang Yiai is quite speechless, his eldest brother is good at everything, but he is afraid of his wife, but if he has a little courage, he will find him a concubine. However, now Fang Yi has a concubine, but that concubine is a personal maid brought over by the Du family, and the whole one is angry with the Du family.

The two brothers of the Fang family were talking happily, but the scribe over there was very busy, "Well, you are not bad, let's talk about it, how much food are you going to donate?" ”

"Three thousand catties of corn!" Gao Wenli stretched out three fingers, as if he was afraid that the scribe would not hear clearly. The scribe flipped through the booklet, handed a sign to Gao Wenli, and at the same time shouted, "The good people in the south of the city donated 3,000 catties of corn to get a sixth-class grain official!" ”

Three thousand catties of corn is only a sixth-class grain officer? At this time, many rich families could no longer stand, and instructed the servants around them, "Go, go home and get some food, if the family is not enough, go to Zhuangzi to transport it, and I must get a third-class grain official today!" ”

The matter of donating food is still going on, during this period the scribe asked in detail, when it came to the unitary time, a man with five big and three thick walked to the bookcase, he was also simply, and said directly, "The contemptible Mao Wanfu, the head of the family is six miles south of the city, the parents of the family are dead, only one mother-in-law, and now donate 5,000 catties of fine grain, 20,000 catties of coarse grain." May I ask my lord, is this possible to get a fifth-class food officer? ”

The scribe ignored Mao Wanfu, but checked it on the pamphlet, and after a few glances, the scribe's face was a little ugly, and as soon as he slapped the table, four soldiers rushed up next to him to set up Mao Wanfu. Mao Wanfu was frightened, "This adult, what do you mean?" ”

Not to mention Mao Wanfu, other businessmen are also watching, what the hell is going on, how can you still offend the officials by donating grain?

The scribe stood up and snorted coldly, "Okay, you bold Mao Wanfu, you were originally a ruffian in the south of the city, and you later occupied the Zhao family as your son-in-law, this is a great kindness, I didn't think that you didn't ask for reciprocation, and even forced the father-in-law and his wife to death." Death to a person like you who is disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust, and has the face to donate food to the household, do you think anyone can donate this food? Get out of here now, the law can't rule you, but people's hearts can cure you, people like you still want to be a grain official in the next life! ”

After the scribe finished scolding, the four soldiers dragged Mao Wanfu out, these soldiers were all tigers, tossing Mao Wanfu as if playing. When he arrived outside the door, Mao Wanfu was thrown on the ground, and at this time, the people queuing outside couldn't help muttering, Fan Donglai kept calculating, "This is the twenty-seventh, I didn't expect that this grain is really not something that anyone can donate, but this also proves that the grain official is recognized by the imperial court, well, you must desperately donate food, let go of this opportunity, there will be no more in the future, because His Majesty the Tang Emperor is not Liu Hong, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty." ”

At the end of the day, the door of the household department was closed, and there were soldiers blocking the door, "Everyone, please go back, today's quota has been distributed, please come back tomorrow morning!" ”

The merchants don't do it, they have been waiting for a day, and before the door can enter, the quota is gone, which is too unfair.

"Hey, how can there be no places, I counted it, there were only thirty-one in total, how could it be so soon gone!" There was a merchant whose eyes were red, and he had been waiting since noon, and now he was about to enter the door, but he was told to come back tomorrow.

"Don't tell us, we're just acting on orders, how can this court official be so good, if you send hundreds a day, then is this official still valuable?"

What the lieutenant said also made sense, and many businessmen shook their heads and left. Fan Donglai also wanted to leave, but just turned around and walked a few steps, and came back, "Xu Qian, you go home, bring the quilt and everything to the old man, the old man will sleep at the door of the yamen today!" ”

Xu Qian almost fainted, and helped Fan Donglai to say speechlessly, "Master, how can this be done, your body can't bear it, although it's warm, it's humid this night!" ”

"You talk a lot of nonsense, hurry up, otherwise the old man will withdraw you!" Fan Donglai hates others the most that he is old, he is not old, he has to live for 20 years, he finally became an official, can he do it if he doesn't do it?

The soldiers guarding the door were also frightened by the old man's energy, what the hell, someone slept at the door of the yamen of the household department, what kind of system did this become. And the most important thing is that this old man looks like he is in his fifties, if he blows out three long and two short, the court can't explain it clearly, donating food well, causing a lot of life, how to say it is not good.

"Uncle, do you want to go back first and come back early tomorrow morning? In the humidity at night, this stone brick is also cool! ”

"No, the old man is waiting here, who knows if he can come to the front!" Fan Donglai was very stubborn, the old housekeeper and a few soldiers had no tricks at all, so they had to let the old man set up a bunk at the door of the household yamen, and the soldiers were helpless, how could they have this kind of person. (To be continued.) )