Chapter 109 Pingbei Tax
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"Zhu Lin, you are still young, I don't know what it's like. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoWhen you get married, you'll know what it's like. ā
Zhu Lin said in his heart, I don't know, I know what it will be like in a few hundred years. You know what? But it's a tough thing to do. Zhu Lin asked Ji Ce and Li Zhi. Li Zhi smiled but said nothing. Zhu Lin, who was helpless, thought that it was a big deal for Lao Tzu to hold a blind date activity for 10,000 people. As soon as Zhu Lin brought up this matter, he was beaten by Li Zhiyi. "Confused, how can you deal with it like this. The woman is not ashamed to die. The life of the parents, the words of the matchmaker. It's all about it. ā
"Then master, what do you say?"
"I don't know if I'm a teacher. ā
"Cut" Zhu Lin walked away.
Anyway, Yang Jianchao's disease was cured. Zhu Lin returned to his room and couldn't sleep. Just there, I thought about how to treat Yang Jianchao. Just now, Song Langzhong said to find a familiar place to see if it can evoke memories. But how can there be a place that Yang Jianchao is familiar with. Zhu Lin lay on the bed and worried. But there are more worries than Zhu Lin.
"My lord, it seems that King Yi went to Zhu Lin today, and I don't know what the so-called is. Our grain and grass are not yet missing. What do you think, my lord?"
At the table with a mess of cups, Master Ji was reporting to the drunken Hu Governor's Mansion with a sad face.
"Uh~ If you don't have it, buy it! If you can't buy it, grab it." That's it anyway. What kind of bullshit military rations and equipment are you going to raise. I've already submitted it. Let's see if we can get rid of it. Mr. Tsui, you said that we spent so much money to buy this official. Is it worth it, this poor mountain and bad water, there is nothing, except for the benefit of taking advantage of the location, the rest has nothing to say, and it is also out of the people. You said that there is so much money, food, and ordnance, where can we raise it! This ghost place is so poor, I thought it was a fat difference, but I didn't expect that not only was it not a fat difference, but it was also a thin and smelly place. I didn't get any benefits, not to mention, and I paid for it. After Hu Zhifu finished speaking, he angrily overturned the table on the ground. Since the surnamed Xue ran away, he has not been found until now. Governor Hu has been worried for many days, and he doesn't care about government affairs. Drink every day to drown your sorrows. I'm holding back a belly of fire and have nowhere to vent. In addition, the imperial court ordered the collection of money, grain, and equipment. The fire that had been held for many days finally came out. It was also a coincidence that the master hit the muzzle of the gun.
Master Ji hurriedly took a few steps back, so as not to harm the pond fish. Master Hu doesn't care whether Hu Zhifu complains or not, he gets angry. But you have to do what has been explained by this holy decree!" Tomorrow I will go to the landlord's house outside the city to apportionment a little. It should be possible to make up seven, seven, eight, eight. Don't worry about ordnance, Tang Garrison has stored ordnance there, and when the time comes, you can scrap it with a big stroke of the pen. It's just that there is money here, but you can't buy food! It's not the right time for this snow. ā
"Do what you say. Let Wang Zhengxing's kid have a snack, and the tax amount in the past two months is getting less and less. As long as there is silver, it would be fine. It doesn't matter if it's snowing or not. Hey! If you tell Wang Dongxing, just say what the government said, this errand has been done well, and the credit will be atoned, and the government will protect him as a fellow intellectual. Mr. Take, find a way to get the grain depot official to make up the rice in the grain depot as soon as possible. When the time came, the imperial court inspected and found that the grain depot was empty, and we couldn't eat and walk around. Okay, you go down and do it! I'm tired and need to rest. ā
After the master confessed to the prefect, he hurried home. There's a bunch of people waiting for him at home. "Master, that's what the prefect really said. Wang Dongxing, a lewd tax officer, asked.
"Well, when did the old man lie to you. Be careful, though. Don't touch what you can't touch. Especially the industries of Zhu Lin and King Yi. Don't touch it. Persimmon to pick up soft pinch. Don't trouble your sister's pinching on the iron plate. Give the old man a little more enlargement of his eyes. Don't be like the last time, you didn't get the benefits, and you made a fuss. Master Yu took a sip of tea and said.
"My lord, this is easy to do, but the deficit of the grain depot is too great. Not to mention filling up the grain depot. It's not easy to smooth out the accounts. I don't know which cub invented this method of accounting. Fake accounts can't be done. The grain depot officer said with a crying voice there.
"You all go down, and go to collect the Pingbei tax early tomorrow morning. Door taxes have also been introduced. Now there is a little bit of it. By the way, who should let the housekeeper invite all the landlords and old wealth outside the city to the yamen. Take the servants with you. Be sure to come. Okay, let's go. That's it. After everyone greeted Master Zhu, they left in twos and threes. Only the grain depot officer is left yet. There he looked at Master Ji with a bitter face. Master Su asked, "Why don't you leave?"
"My lord, how can we fill the grain storehouse? Master Ji must think of a way to save me today. The grain depot officer said a little angrily.
"Figure it out for yourself. What can I do. The grain depot is in your hands. Now the deficit you look for me to find a way, I find someone to find a way to go. Master Ji said sternly.
As soon as the grain depot officer saw that the master was about to push three or six five, he didn't admit it. Damn, Lao Tzu sells this year's autumn grain on the black market, and it was your grandson's idea. You also took the lion's share of the money. Lao Tzu took the small head. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved the grain depot officer yelled at Master Zhu: "The surname is Zhu, do you want to find a way to come out today, something happened." When the time comes, I-" Before he finished speaking, the master covered the mouth of the grain depot officer and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Beware of partition walls with ears. After saying that, he put down his hand. "How much food is left in the storehouse?"
"No, the new grain and the old grain are all sold. Some of them are also moldy old grains. Uneaten. The grain depot officer said.
"In this way, after two days, the rice that I managed to buy was propped up with straw under the barn and covered with a few stones of rice. Bring the account book and let the prefect's bookkeeper smooth it out for you. ā
After hearing this, the grain depot officer could only do this. He turned around and left. The master took off the fox fur. Looking at the back of the grain depot official with murderous eyes, the next morning, the various shops in the city had just opened their doors and swept away the snow in front of them. I'm going to open for business. The tax collectors who eat people and don't spit out bones are going door-to-door to collect the Pingbei tax. Snow Removal Tax. The tax collectors carried iron rulers and chains. Those who do not pay the tax immediately lock up. For a while, in front of the merchant, there were chickens flying and dogs jumping. The tax collectors came to a shop in front of a Zhang Ji rice shop, and a small official took the account book and said: "The shopkeeper, today the Pingbei tax will be levied, and each merchant needs to collect ten taels of silver." Add the snow tax in front of the door, and each household will collect a tax of one or two or five dollars of silver. Take the money quickly, and whoever does not take it will be locked up and questioned. ā
The shopkeeper's surname is Zhang, who is forty years old and three, usually in the rice and grain business, because he never hoards and does not sell black grain, and has a good reputation. Although it is not rich and expensive, there are still well-off days. The shopkeeper heard the voice. He walked out of the shop and said, "Oh, sir, I just paid my taxes for the first two days. Why do you have to pay it again today! You see, we're all petty deals. I really don't have any money. Be accommodation. There are a few big sums of money here, which are left for the official to eat and drink. The shopkeeper took out the money from his bosom and handed it to the tax collector. The tax collector didn't say a word, but closed the books. Overturned the shopkeeper and waved his hand. "If you don't have money, you can use food to deduct it. Bring it to me. The tax collectors ran into the house and began to take the sacks of grain. After loading, move it out. The shopkeeper Zhang hugged the feet of the little official and cried loudly there: "I can't rob it, I beg you." I still have a family to support. ā
But where did the little official care so much, and opened the shopkeeper with one foot. The shopkeeper went to stop the little official who was robbing things, but he couldn't stop this one. The little official is a little anxious, the old thing is up, and it is not shameful to give a face. Nodding his head, the servant with an iron ruler went up and cut down the shopkeeper with an iron ruler. He said to the little official who was taking the things: "Hurry up, hurry up." I'm going to go to the next one. Put all the rice on the cart. It didn't take long for the little official to clean up the rice in the shop. Only a few men from the grain store and the shopkeeper Zhang were left holding the rice scattered in the snow and crying. The blood on the head of the shopkeeper was sprinkled on the snow, it was so dazzling. The originally sunny sky was leisurely overcast, and the wind was blowing. Shopkeeper Zhang got up, staggered and hit the stone lion at the door of the shop. It's a loss that a few guys grabbed the shopkeeper. Everyone was there to persuade the shopkeeper. After all, there is still a large family to feed. If you go, let the orphan and widow live? Bear with it! That's it.
In front of Mo San's blacksmith shop, "Mo San, let me hear clearly." You have to pay this tax, and you have to pay it if you don't pay it. If you can't come up with the money, you can take something to pay. Another group of officials led a group of people to surround Mo San's blacksmith shop and said. Mo San's men and Mo San stood at the door of the shop with a hoe and confronted the tax collector. "I won't pay it this time. Collect taxes every day, what is the reason of heaven, and let people not live. ā
When the little official heard it, he didn't talk nonsense. Directly wave your hand. The officials stepped forward and began to take people. Although poor Mo San and his men are strong, they are the opponents of these wolf-like officials. It didn't take much effort to take them all. After taking it, the officials went in and emptied Mo San's blacksmith shop like a locust crossing the border. Even the felt for striking iron was taken away. Mo San was also escorted away. The clerk told the men who stayed behind to take the money to ransom the people. If you don't take the money, you will wait for Mo San to starve to death in prison.
It's not the shopkeeper's family, and it's not just Mo San's family. Today, all the merchants in Sicheng have been levied the Pingbei tax and the snow removal tax. Not to mention shops, even ordinary households have also been expropriated. If you don't pay it, you will grab it. It's as simple as that. Anti-intercourse, okay, take it directly and send it to prison. The prison of the prefect's yamen was overcrowded. Not to mention the shopkeeper, there are more than a dozen families who are forced to die.
In the prefect's yamen, dozens of large and small landlords outside the city who were invited were trembling there. I don't know what they're doing this time. "Zhang Yuanwai, you are well-informed. Ask me what's going on today. This cold day called people in. A landlord in a cotton robe and a cotton hat asked Zhang Yuanwai.