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Since the beginning of the 10,000 calendar year, this god has changed his face, the wind and rain are not smooth, the crops have not been harvested for several years, the yield is not as good as before, one acre of land can harvest 100 catties of millet, it is good, after deducting the taxes handed over to the county, there will be less left in the hands. If there is a shortage at home, and if there is a shortage at home, and those who owe millet or copper plates on credit, this day will be difficult.

To say that the land endowment handed over to the county in previous years is not much, but since the imperial court ordered the collection of Liao salary four years ago, this field endowment has been increasing year by year. I heard Master Cui in the city say that I am afraid that I will have to levy more this year, saying that the emperor has sent his teacher to supervise Liaodong, and if he wants to repair the Guanjin defense line, he has to use money everywhere, and the treasury has long been unable to hold on, so he pointed to this year's Tianfu to go up.

Alas, prosperous, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.

You say that this common people were so miserable yesterday? You said that this has been a disaster for several years, and so many taxes were collected yesterday, how can the people live... But... Should!... If you don't suffer these poor old sticks, can I still be bitter master! They don't pay the field tax, this tax has to be paid by the master, you count, how many acres of fat and thin land do we have in the old Huang family, plus those that are not measured in the name, this is really to pay taxes one by one, how do you say that my family can live with a hundred and ten people...

The monk of the temple said that I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, this is not reasonable, you have to follow me, whoever loves to go to hell loves to go, anyway, I don't want to deal with Hades! Since these poor ghosts are already so poor, they are not bad for a while, so ah, they still have to pay the taxes of the Ming Dynasty, as for those of us who have families and businesses, we have to live for ourselves and our children and grandchildren, otherwise, what do you mean by this person living?

Say a thousand things and ten thousand, the affairs of the court, that is the emperor's own business, he loves to get it yesterday and get it yesterday, as long as he doesn't fight our idea! We have our duty, and we don't have any other hopes, just hope that these poor ghosts will honestly hand over their rent, and other things - it's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, let him go.

Looking at the long queue for rent payment, Master Huang's two eyebrows were almost brought together, and he looked at the tent with a smile on his face to weigh the tenants, and from time to time he pouted his butt and glanced at the scale, lest the tent would be bad and benefit the poor ghosts, and secretly did tricks and feet to reduce the harvest of his own grain.

Small bucket out and big bucket in, that's the dirt bun to do, I, Huang Yongtai, am also a good man, can I do the same thing as those black-eyed dirt buns! How much scolding this has to incur! According to the rules, how many achievements should be made, and our Huang family will never collect more than one grain when collecting rent, and never more than one grain!

What does the human heart know? Since ancient times, "those who win the hearts of the people win the world", and now it is his Zhu family, we don't have any ideas, we should be our obedient people, but this person's heart still has to be wanted, why? The picture is famous! Otherwise, when the county magistrate has a treat, can I, Huang Yongtai, sit in the first place? If it weren't for this reputation of being considerate of the people and being undeceiving, would the county magistrate be able to look down on me? But then again, if it weren't for my eldest son, who was in charge of the capital, the county magistrate might not be so polite to me.

Thinking of his eldest son, who was an official in Beijing, Master Huang couldn't help but think about the words that his eldest son asked someone to bring him last month, asking the family to send him three thousand taels of silver.

To be an official, you have to be a person first, these officials are all people, as long as you do a good job, this official will naturally be fine. How do you get people right? Silver! As the old saying goes, money can make ghosts grind! As long as the money is in place, everything will be in place!

It's a good thing that my son wants to be motivated, but the problem is that this time it costs three thousand taels! As soon as he thought of this number, Master Huang subconsciously felt a pain in his flesh, and his cheeks were very sour: My obedient, three thousand taels, this is not a decimal number, how many years of rent do I have to collect to receive this number.

Thinking for a long time, the heart is horizontal, the teeth are bitten, money is something outside the body, life does not bring death, anyway, I have suffered for a lifetime, calculated for a lifetime, for children and grandchildren, if these three thousand taels can really make the right child to make a fat difference, it is also worth it!

Master Huang actually understands it very well in his heart, he knows that no matter how much silver there is, it is useless, so it's not good, isn't it possible to pile it up and count it when it's okay at home! This silver, you have to use it, you have to take it out, you have to exchange it for silver! Now that the son wants to use this money to buy an official, this silver has to be taken out without hesitation, why, because this silver is worth it and is used on the blade! If you make a profit difference, you can earn back 30,000 taels immediately, do you think this business is worth it? Of course it's a good deal!

I was thinking about who to send to the capital to deliver the silver, but I saw my housekeeper Tian Wu running over with an uneasy face, and before he could come forward, he shouted from afar, with a look of urgency.

"Sir, sir! Oh no, Fanzi is on our village, Fanzi is on our village! …”

What? Fanzi?

Master Huang was stunned, what is it? As soon as my ass moved, I wanted to ask for an understanding, but my mind was dark, and the whole person was suddenly there, why? Because he thought about what Fanzi was, wasn't it the black and white impermanence of the gang of people in Dongchang!

Master Huang also saw the world when he was young, and his fame was not earned in vain, of course he knew what it meant for Dongchang Fanzi to come to the door, and when he contacted him again, he couldn't help but turn white, he thought that it should be my eldest son who committed something, and now Dongchang is coming to raid the house and destroy the door, right?

My mother-in-law, what's wrong with this power, I provoked the fan to the door yesterday! I have hundreds of lives in the Yellow Mansion, and several generations of family business, how can this be good! …

Thinking of the methods of the Dongchang fans, Master Huang was so frightened that the seven souls were gone, and he sat down on the ground, trembling all over, and he almost foamed at the mouth, and the subordinates and tenants around him were also frightened, and he looked at Master Huang with his mouth wide open, not knowing that his old man smoked it yesterday? I didn't hear that Master Huang has a sheep wind...

The steward Tian Wu saw that his master was scared like this, and he also panicked, but although he was also very scared in his heart, he was not as disproportionate as Master Huang, his soul was not guarded, and his head was still a little sober, so he hurriedly helped the master up at the moment, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, those fans only said to let the master go to see, and didn't say anything else. ”

"Really?"

Hearing Tian Wu say this, Master Huang came back to his senses: Yes, I heard that if the fan of the East Factory came to the door to get someone, but he rushed in directly, where would he call someone to spread it? If this is all spread first, they are not from Dongchang. It seems that I have thought too much, maybe these few fans are just passing by temporarily, and I want to fight the autumn breeze or something, but I may not really come to our Huang family.

Thinking of this, Master Huang raised his feet and walked towards the gate, and asked Tian Wu as he walked: "How many people came?" Did you say why? ”

Tian Wu hurriedly said: "Five people, all riding tall horses, didn't say anything, the small one also asked, but they ignored the small one, and only said to let the master go by himself, the small one pondered that the other party was from Beijing, but he couldn't be offended, so he was in a hurry to report to the master." ”

"I hope something doesn't happen to Quan'er, otherwise my Huang family will be finished..."

After begging the Bodhisattva to bless the Huang family, Huang Yongtai made up his mind, recovered a little bit of his Huang master's style, and instructed Tian Wu: "You hurry up to the three hundred taels of silver in the tent, these fans, they have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, even if nothing happens to our family, they have to cut our flesh." Today, this silver seems to be unsaved, the king of Hades is good, the little ghost is difficult, he has to cut some meat and send the person away, otherwise, this little ghost will kill people. ”

"Hey, hey, the little one is going."

Tian Wu knew that it was very powerful, and he was busy, and he turned around and was about to go to the account room to pay the silver, but he didn't run two steps, and then he heard the old man stop him, and hesitated before saying: "No, three hundred taels is a little less, the other party is from Dongchang, we can't be careless, I think... It's better to have five hundred taels, you go now, hurry up! ”

Tian Wu nodded again and ran back, Huang Yongtai glanced at the front yard, took a deep breath, took a careful look at his own clothes, dusted off the dust on his trousers, and then pretended to be calm and came to the front yard gate with the support of the two subordinates.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw five tall horses parked outside the door, all of them were high-quality Mongolian horses, there were five people standing in front of the horses, one of them wore a round hat, and the four people behind him all wore pointed hats, white leather boots, brown clothes, and tied small silk, and all five people carried an embroidered spring knife around their waists.

Huang Yongtai This is the first time to see the legendary Dongchang Fanzi so closely, he can't help but feel a little numb on his scalp, because he doesn't know the other party's intentions, and he is even more uneasy, and the little composure he has just recovered suddenly disappeared, only his legs tremble again, especially when the fan wearing a round hat stared at himself up and down, his eyes were very unkind, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which made him even more afraid, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he stood there with fear, and he didn't even dare to raise his eyelids. He looks like a prisoner awaiting trial in the lobby.

The people next to him are much stronger than him as a master, and they dare to look at these fans, they don't know what Dongchang, what fans, only know that these people in front of them are from the government, as for what to do in the village to find the master, but it is not their concern, and it is not their turn to do this idleness.

When Master Huang was about to lose his bearing, the man in the round hat spoke: "You are Huang Yongtai?" ”

"Huh?"

Huang Yongtai was still stunned, and the subordinate gently pushed him before he woke up, and nodded busily: "Xiaomin is Huang Yongtai." After a pause, he asked with some trepidation: "I don't know why a few officials came to the village?" ”

Huang Yongtai is famous for his achievements, so he doesn't have to be so humble, but the name of the East Factory is too scary, and the county lord only trembles when he comes, not to mention that he is an old man, so he must be respectful, and he is really afraid, these five fans in broad daylight are really the same as the black and white impermanence in his eyes, which makes people panic when they look at it.

The round hat didn't answer Master Huang's question, but asked directly: "Do you have an eldest son who is in charge of the Ministry of Industry?" ”

As soon as he heard Fanzi ask this, Master Huang "suddenly", his eyelids couldn't stop jumping, and his voice began to knot: "Yes, yes... Pediatric Huang Quan now... I am in charge of the Ministry of Industry..."After stammering back, Master Huang suddenly "pounced" and knelt on the ground, and asked in a trembling voice with a blank face: "How many... Several officials, children are yellow... Is Huang Quan a crime? ”

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