Cangxia Zhizhou Mansion, outside the high gate of the long halberd, Tang Liangcai walked in the mansion of the old man of Zhizhou in Gu Qili nervously.

He didn't even dare to look left and right, but only dared to follow behind his servants.

Through the corridor and through the alley, a bucket arch cornice, Zhu Lou Cui Pavilion reflected in the eyes, see Tang Liangcai's heart beating like a drum, ashamed of himself.

When you step into it, it is like stepping into a fairyland, and your feet are fluttering lightly.

"Master, Tang Liang has just arrived."

The servant's respectful words made Tang Liangcai subconsciously glance up.

When he saw a person with a good coat, he knelt down with a "poof", and said in fear:

"Villain Tang Liangcai, knock on Lord Zhizhou."

"Get up and answer."

"Yes!"

Tang Liangcai got up, lowered his eyebrows, and didn't dare to look up at Lord Zhizhou.

"If you dare to speak out about the tax and grain in Shanqi Village, if you dare to deceive, under the false mirror, don't blame the official for only recognizing the law and not the human feelings."

Lord Zhizhou's tone was serious, but in the face of grassroots officials like Li Zheng who couldn't even talk about officials, and even intimidated in advance, it was inevitable that he would lose some of his official prestige.

However, where did Tang Liangcai experience such a battle, he only felt that Lord Zhizhou was not angry and arrogant, and he was so shocked that he hurriedly told him about the affairs of Shanqi Village, and did not dare to leak any details.

"Can the tax grain of Shanqi Village be included in the government treasury?" After hearing this, Zhizhou hurriedly asked.

"No, I didn't." Tang Liangcai hurriedly said.

"Okay, good, quick, pull to the official mansion...... Forget it, the official will go and see for himself. ”

"Yes!"

Tang Liangcai hurriedly agreed, his heart beating wildly.

People are divided into noble and low, and rice is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, what "blue glutinous, white glutinous, red rice, white japonica ......" and so on.

If the grain is snatched from other grain merchants, the varieties will inevitably be very different.

If you want to come to Zhizhou, the people will pass through the people's livelihood.

Is it not foreign rice?

See what you see.

In Tang Liangcai's nodding and waist, Lord Zhizhou boarded the official sedan chair, rampaged, hurried slowly, and arrived in the courtyard of the treasury.

At this time, it is the end of November, the deadline for autumn taxes.

In front of the treasury, the board cars come and go endlessly.

Seeing the arrival of Lord Zhizhou, the yamen was in a mess up and down, and went out to greet him.

However, Lord Zhizhou didn't care at all, and his mind was all about the mountain tax grain, and under the guidance of Tang Liangcai, he came to the front of the cart.

"Pour out all this cart of tax grain."

Lord Zhizhou gave an order, and immediately a servant stepped forward, took down the rice bag, and poured out all the tax grain.

"Whoa!"

Bags of tax grain were poured on the blue brick floor, piled up into dry graves.

The surrounding officials looked at the tax grain, and at first they didn't care about it, until someone found out that it was greasy, and they were surprised.

"Ah, which village is this collecting tax grain? It's strange that rice is used to pay taxes. ”

"But it's not, I'm afraid it's the fertile land in the Ninghua area, right?"

"It's impossible, what I collect is Ninghua tax grain, and there is no such high-quality grain growing there!"

The officials whispered, and they were all surprised. This kind of polished rice, not to mention a famine year, is a good year, it is surprising, not to mention this year of drought and flood?

Lord Zhizhou's expression was solemn, and he bent down to grab a handful of rice and was about to take a closer look, when the crowd suddenly rose into an uproar.

"Less, less!"

"Oops, there's less food!"

Zhizhou heard the sound and looked at it, and was so shocked that he retreated again and again.

I saw piles of rice, suddenly nine inches shorter, like a collapsed grave under the heavy rain.

However, if you look closely, where is the collapse of the grain pile?

It was clearly that the rice had shrunk and become empty and inferior rice!

Tang Liangcai looked at this scene, his face changed greatly, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof", kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Lord Zhizhou, the villain is indeed the first-class grain when he collects the grain, they can all testify to me, the villain will never dare to lie and deceive, and he will never dare to deceive him......"

Cangxia Zhizhou looked at this scene, his face changed suddenly, and he said sharply: "After sealing this car of tax grain, everyone is silent, if this official hears gossip, he will cut off your heads." ”

After scolding, he immediately left in a hurry.

The official sedan chair got up again.

However, Cangxia Zhizhou did not go home, but turned around and went to an inn.

When I entered the inn, I realized that the person I was looking for had gone to the pear orchard again.

Lord Zhizhou didn't care, worked tirelessly, and rushed to the pear orchard again.

When I entered the pear orchard, on the stage, in the noisy sound of silk and bamboo, the enchanting Hua Dan with a slender waist was singing "Suolin Bag".

It seems that it is the singing section of "Xue Xiangling".

I saw her babbling in a babbling tone, singing popular words tactfully and long.

"Compassion for the poor and helping the poor is the right way for people, how can there be a person who stands by and looks on the wall, the stupid question is too sloppy, it is inevitable to doubt in the heart, you should not be proud in front of others, you should not talk about it and talk ......"

The voice is gentle and bright, and the eyebrows are moving, as if intoxicated.

Zhizhou waved his hand to interrupt Master Liyuan's respectful invitation, retreated left and right, entered the stands, and sat down next to a young Tsing Yi Taoist.

The man didn't seem to have seen Zhizhou as a companion, squinting his eyes and looking at the stage, as if he was infatuated and drunk.

After a song, Cangxia Zhizhou, who didn't dare to disturb the immortals, hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Disturb the immortal chief Yaxing, everything the immortal chief said has happened, and I hope the immortal chief will teach me." ”

The young Taoist finally turned his face and looked at his mediocre appearance, but his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

"Lord Zhizhou, don't panic, it's just a trick made by demons, it's not a problem!"

The young Taoist reassured.

"Tricks?"

Cangxia Zhizhou first breathed a sigh of relief, and then pleaded:

"The operation of the imperial court lies in the tax, and the tax of one village and one mile has nothing to do with the overall situation, but if it is a township and a county, it is the country that will be shaken, and the matter is big, and I hope that the immortal will save me Cangxia."

"Lord Zhizhou is polite, and the people are also seeking to survive in death, allowing the demons to take advantage of the loopholes. Now that the demon has been ambushed by the poor way, this matter will definitely not happen again. A little money and wealth should be used as a tax in the mountains, and I hope that the people of Zhizhou will spread the king's order and educate the people, and don't blame the people of the mountains. ”

The young Taoist said, gently raised his hand and put down a gold ingot on the table, and looked, there were five taels to say the least, and it was more than enough to buy the mountain Qiqiu tax.

Immediately, the young Taoist got up and walked away.

"Oops! Immortal Chief! Wait......"

Cangxia Zhizhou hurriedly chased out, and before he could take two steps, he turned around and returned, silently, and put the five taels of gold on the table into his arms.

I don't want to, this delay, and then chase out of the pear orchard, the young Taoist has already seen the beginning and the end of the dragon.

"Where's the Immortal Chief?"

Cangxia Zhizhou burned his eyebrows and asked the slave beside him.

"Immortal Chang went towards Huaming Street...... Hey, what about people? ”

The slave hurriedly pointed the way, but just looked up, where was the Immortal Dao Shadow?

Cangxia Zhizhou held his toes, looked at it for a while, his expression was uncertain, and he boarded the official sedan chair: "Go to the sky to have a look!" ”

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At the end of the long street, the people of Tsing Yi looked at the bustling market, pacing, and wandering their thoughts.

If so, who is the questioner?

- It's Mo Chuanye!

The incident of Arashiyama Zhenhe's picker made him realize that fantasy is useless, and reality is the most complicated.

At the beginning, he expected that He Jiaozi's second son was filial and should be fine.

It's just some gossip, and after he meets again, he will be revealed, and it can be solved.

That's why he left at that time.

- Only by appearing in public can the rumors be completely dispelled.

Unexpectedly, He Zhuozi casually refused afterwards, so that he thought he had met a strange person.

In the end, there was a regret in vain.

The same is true of Shanqi Village today.

It stands to reason that as long as the autumn grain is put into storage, the method of size and happiness will be invalid, and it will not matter afterwards.

But Mo Chuan thought about it and decided to bear the stigma.

Dou Mien, Shengmi hatred.

Rather than waiting for the bubble to burst in the future, or even attract the attention of the imperial court, it is better to burst it in advance, which is the best ending he can think of after weighing left and right.

Shanqi got through the difficulties, he received a wave of incense, and from then on, the two did not owe each other.

(End of chapter)