Ruan Mufeng opened the fan, and while slowly fanning the wind to himself, he smiled and said, "What is rare or not, I don't know how many times I have used it." ”

The east and west buildings in the back complained in their hearts: Childe, who usually refuses to give people a broken fan, even if they use a broken fan?

Not uncommon?

Ruan Mufeng continued: "The fan was originally used for use, just use it, if it is broken, I will give it to you again, I have more in the box." ”

The east and west buildings in the back complained in their hearts: Childe, you are really different from Ji Er Gongzi......

Ji Daya still refused: "I'll still use my pu fan, Brother Ruan, it's already good for you to give me one, don't give it to me anymore." ”

She is not a son-in-law like her Brother Ruan, she usually doesn't do things, and she looks good with a fan on her body and in her hands.

But she had to do the menial work.

It is inconvenient to wear a fan on the body.

Besides, the folding fan was really impractical for her. It's still a habit for her to use a fan.

She even felt that the fan was a waste for her.

Ji Daya is rarely stubborn in front of Ruan Mufeng, once she is stubborn, she really doesn't want to be like that, and Ruan Mufeng doesn't force it.

Ruan Mufeng accompanied Ji Daya to practice calligraphy for a while, and then asked Ji Daya to carry him out of the wooden house.

Ji Daya hugged Ruan Mufeng and went down, went to the wooden house again, and practiced for a while before tidying up the table, washing and sleeping.

……

On the second day, Ye Guoguo and Ji Jingbai had just had breakfast, and a few children in the village, holding hands, ran happily towards their new house.

As soon as the children saw Ye Guoguo and Ji Jingbai, they all began to shout in a milky voice: "Uncle Jingbai, Aunt Guoguo, the village chief and grandfather asked you to go back to the village, saying that there is a government official who came to the village to collect taxes today, let us tell you." ”

"Ah, tax collection, got it. You are so good, my aunt will give you cakes to eat. ”

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Ye Guoguo not only gave the children a lot of cloud cakes, but also stuffed each child's pocket with fried peanuts with her father-in-law, and the children danced happily.

As soon as the children left, Ji Daya strode over and whispered, "Brother and sister-in-law, I am already nineteen years old, and the family will be charged double taxes." ”

Seeing that Ji Daya was in a bad mood, Ye Guoguo immediately comforted: "Big girl, it's okay, your brother and I have money, this is a few dollars." ”

Ji Daya was still a little uncomfortable. I felt that I didn't make any money for my family, so I had to put it upside down. Also, the family has money, but this is hard to hear.

Afraid that Ji Daya would not be comfortable seeing the tax collection scene, Ye Guoguo and Ji Jingbai did not let Ji Daya go with them, but let Ji Daya follow Ruan Mufeng to continue to read and write.

When Ji Jingbai and Ye Guoguo arrived in the village, they saw that every household in the village took out 30% of the dried early rice and moved it to the middle of the village to be placed in preparation for paying taxes.

This is a tax on the fields, and it is collected in 30%.

There is also a population tax, that is, oral tax: from seven to fourteen years old, each person pays twenty-three cents per year; From 15 to 56 years old, each person pays 120 yuan per year.

The taxes are a bit heavy, and after the farmers pay the taxes, many of them may not be able to eat enough every day.

Because Ji Jingbai and Ye Guoguo's family had no land before, and the newly opened terraced fields did not have to pay taxes for three years, Ye Guoguo and Ji Jingbai only had to pay a mouthful.

The three of them are all over fifteen years old, that is, they have to pay three hundred and sixty dollars; But because Ji Daya has not married yet, she has to receive double, that is, seven hundred and twenty yuan.