When Du Jun and Man Cang arrived in a hurry, they saw Ye Lihua rubbing his hands and turning in circles in front of the county yamen.

"Uncle Ye!"

"Shopkeeper Du, why are you here?" As soon as he saw Du Jun, Ye Lihua's eyes lit up, he walked a few steps quickly, and stepped forward to complain.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "After going in for a while, don't look left and right, don't squeak, look at my eyes." ”

Hey? What a situation!

How do you make it look like an underground party joint!?

Du Jun just wanted to ask clearly, but Ye Lihua had already turned around and walked towards the gate of the county government.

Yes, let's do what Uncle Ye said!

Confused, Du Jun followed Ye Lihua into the gate of the county government.

This is where Song Jiang worked, and it was also an authentic government function, equivalent to a modern county government.

How could Du Jun endure it and give up the opportunity to visit.

Entering the gate, directly opposite is a lobby of seventy or eighty square meters, which should be the place to shout the hall, Du Jun couldn't help but think evilly.

There was no one inside, it seemed very empty, a long black table, with a high-backed wide chair of the same color, and the plaque that appeared in the TV series "Mirror Hanging" did not appear, but a couplet commensurate left and right.

After a hurried glance, he couldn't see what was written on it, and Du Jun was led by Ye Lihua to a moon door next to the lobby.

When you enter, you will see rows of houses marked with different words such as workshop, tax collector, water conservancy, and horse.

twisted and turned, and finally came to a small room in the depths of the county office, the housing department, which was the real estate bureau in later generations.

Nowadays, the common people do not like to come to the yamen when buying and selling houses and fields, and in addition to their own fear of the yamen, there is also the fact that the yamen has to file and collect taxes, and the tax rate ranges from 3 to 16 percent of the total price.

As for the exact amount, it depends on how much silver you stuff into the servant, and this silver is still from the seller.

The house in Zhaojia Village did not come to the Yamen for the record, but only signed the house deed, which was not standardized, but the house in Anxian County, Du Jun insisted on filing in order to buy a family property for Song Jiang.

Getting back to the point, I entered the room department, and there was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe and a long beard sitting inside, chatting with the officials hotly.

Seeing Ye Lihua come in with two women, the two stopped talking, and set their eyes on Du Jun, who had a big belly.

"Humph!" The cheeked man snorted coldly and turned his head away, with undisguised contempt in his eyes, not to mention standing up to greet him, and he didn't want to move it.

What do you mean?

With this quality, you have also been the chief of Anxian County?

Du Jun looked at Uncle Ye with puzzled eyes.

Ye Lihua was also embarrassed, and scolded in his heart, stubborn, if it weren't for the sake of your master, how far would you go.

But as a middleman who holds the two families with one hand, he can't be offended, and he still has a smile on his face, "Brother Li, Wang Xu, this is the buyer, Song Zhutou's family." ”

These words are also hinting at the two of them, don't go too far, don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, Song Zhutou is still there!

The official surnamed Wang was very good at being a person, and immediately stood up from behind the table and said with a smile: "I have long heard that Song Zhutou married a lady with a good appearance, and I was able to meet today, only to find out that it is not only a good look, but also a good family, and it is really gratifying to buy a house so quickly!" ”

Ye Lihua borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and hehe echoed: "What Wang Xu said is reasonable, our Du shopkeeper is shrewd and capable, and the blessings are profound, and the good days of Song Zhutou are still ahead." ”

"That's, that's, this little day has just begun, and it will definitely be prosperous in the future."

"Xie Xu Jiyan, Song Zhutou is young and promising, and Du is good at management, so he must get better and better."

The two of them ignored no one's praise, but left Du Jun and the bearded man aside.

Du Jun doesn't care, he is praised in person, accepts it calmly, and has no sense of emptiness.

And the beard can't sit still, you two have fun, I'm ..... Not happy.

"Ahem", coughing vigorously twice, focusing the eyes of the people in the room on himself, "Did you bring the money?" ”

Ye Lihua handed Du Jun a look, Du Jun understood, took out the silver ticket that had been prepared long ago from his arms, and handed it to Mancang.

Mancang stepped forward and handed the silver ticket to the bearded man.

A few silver tickets, confirmed that they were correct, and the bearded man put a purse in front of Wang Xu's officials.

This should be the tax money that the two of them negotiated before.

As soon as he collected the purse, Wang Xu took out two contracts for the sale and purchase of houses.

The standard template only needs to fill in a few blank spaces.

The beard stepped forward, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, snorted a few strokes, and then threw the pen away, and looked at Du Jun, meaning, come up, it's time for you to sign.

Du Jun is embarrassed, this brush is ..... I really can't do it.

No, I had to ask Wang Xu to ghostwrite.

Wang Xu doesn't care about this, he can sell personal favors if it's convenient.

At this point, the deal is completed.

Looking at the freshly baked house deed, Du Jun was in a good mood, thanked Wang Xu officials, took Man Cang and Ye Lihua, and turned around and walked out of the room.

Unexpectedly, after walking less than two steps, he was caught up by the bearded man from behind, and after dropping a sentence of "ignorant village woman, don't abide by women's ways", he walked away. Du Jun was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and was furious in his heart.

"Hey! What do you mean? Du Jun shouted at his back.

But the beard did not listen, and strode forward.

"Hey! You stand still....."