Chapter 112: Apportionment
Taixi County, which had just rained, was getting hotter and hotter.
County Yahou Hall.
"How? How much have you gotten together? The county magistrate asked anxiously.
The middle-aged man had just counted the silver in the treasury and said in a deep voice, "My lord, there are still 10,000 taels missing." ”
The county magistrate was silent for a while and asked, "Is this year's grain tax included?" ”
The middle-aged man knew that the grain tax mentioned by the county order was naturally not what they wanted to pay to the imperial court, but the extra part that they collected privately, "I have already counted all the silver received this year this year, and if I want to make up 100,000 taels, I can only take it out from the adult's private treasury." ”
Five days ago, the person in charge of evaluating the performance of officials in the Ministry of Officials had arrived in Taizhou Mansion, and the county magistrate also went to visit the other party in person, and finally got a letter of approval after knocking on the side of a lot of silver, if you want to be transferred to the south to be an official, you need to gather 100,000 taels of silver.
The conscience of heaven and earth, he only saved 130,000 taels of silver after four years of county order here, but he just wanted to be transferred, not yet promoted, he actually had to pay 100,000 taels!
He had already taken out 70,000 taels from his private treasury, plus what he had collected this year, and this was only 90,000 taels, but he was reluctant to let him take it from his private treasury again.
If you can transfer it smoothly, won't you have to spend money on it when the time comes? Although he still has 60,000 taels in his private treasury, he doesn't want to give any more!
Originally, the county didn't think about being transferred to the south, as long as he could get a good performance appraisal and be promoted, he could be transferred anywhere, except for those places that were too remote and had no oil and water, he could accept it.
Who made the imperial army too useless, or the thief army who uncovered the uprising was too fierce.
All in all, with the news of the county towns that were taken down by the rebels, I don't know how many county orders were shown to the public by the thieves, and the county commanders didn't want to stay here for a moment, and always felt that the head on his neck didn't belong to him in the next second.
He handled his property here in a low-key manner, scraped together a lot of money, and even privately intercepted a lot of the entrance fees allocated to the military camp next to him.
"Let's go and collect the commercial tax first, send someone to the surrounding area to collect it, and use the reason that the imperial court is fighting a war and adding grain tax, so it should be able to be done."
The middle-aged man hesitated a little, "But my lord, in this way, the merchants in the city are okay, there are officials, and they can't make any trouble, but the farmers outside are afraid that some people will be disobedient." "Isn't that how most of the thieves in other places come from?
The county commander said sharply: "If you don't obey, arrest me, do you still need me to teach you?" "Before, I thought not to overdo it, lest those mud-legged people rebel, and he had to spend money to invite those big-headed soldiers to quell the rebellion, but now it's this time, and he can still manage so much? As long as the money is scraped together, what will these people do with him when the time comes? He had already gone to the south to continue his official position.
You can also find a way to earn back the money you spent.
The middle-aged man was a strategist invited by the county order, and he could only sigh when he heard this, he could only suggest, he couldn't make decisions for the other party, and he went out to order the people below to do things when he took the errand.
After the news of paying taxes again spread, there were many complaints.
When the evil guest came to the door, a cloth shopkeeper smiled and said, "Official, didn't I remember that I just paid taxes a few days ago?" ”
The official didn't know how many families he had received along the way, and he had long been impatient with these people's inquiries, and said in a vicious voice: "Then why do you have to eat today after you ate yesterday?" Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and pay the tax and silver, this is the order of the imperial court, don't give me a blind delay, miss things, the county order is to blame, do you bear it for me? After speaking, he kept tapping the handle of the knife on the table.
It was Zhao Zhukuai who came to Wang Xiujuan's cold drink shop to collect business taxes, acquaintances were easy to talk to, and the old lady asked tentatively after paying the silver: "I remember that I just paid the tax not long ago?" Why do you have to pay it again? ”
If others asked Zhao Zhukuai, he would definitely not be too lazy to say, but he and Ning Changrong were also brothers, and patiently explained: "This is an order just issued from above, I heard that the imperial court wants to raise money to fight, not only our county order, but also someone in the surrounding villages has already collected it." ”
After Wang Xiujuan sent people away, Lai Pozi came out from behind, and let her deal with other people in the county without any problem, but when she saw this official, she was a little trembling, and she couldn't say anything.
"I just heard it, why do you have to pay the money again? How much do we have to pay? Oh my God, I won't let people live. ”
Xiayuan Village.
"Five hundred wen per household, hurry up and inform the people in your village, prepare the silver, don't wait for us to go to the time, if you can't pay it, give me someone out!" Go to conscription! ”
Village Chief Ning was still a little stunned when he was told by this official, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions when he saw the angry looks of these people, so he asked people to pass on the news and collect the cash from door to door with a few of them.
Ning Changrong and his family were privately separated, but on the surface it was still one household, and when the official arrived, he had already prepared the money, and the three families had made up five hundred yuan.
Maybe he paid his taxes too cleanly, and the officials were also busy paying errands, so he didn't feel too embarrassed.
Five hundred wen is nothing to their family at the moment, but the problem is that it is only thirty years of Yuanjing, and this tax silver has been received from Yuanjing for forty-one years! It's outrageous!
A few days ago, when he paid the grain tax, he just realized that something was wrong, and today he realized that the tax money was paid in advance and temporarily increased.
Whether Nan Chen can survive until Yuanjing 41 years is a different matter, and there is a 90% chance that this tax will be paid in vain.
Everyone in the village followed his family to earn some money, and every family chose to pay the money, and no one was willing to serve in the conscription, and they didn't see how miserable those people were when they came back last year.
The tax collector didn't expect that this village was actually quite rich, and all of them could get the money, unlike the villages they collected in front of them, who cried and cried in the end, they could only pay people to deduct taxes.
Seeing that it hadn't taken an hour to finish the harvest.
They put the copper coins they had collected on a donkey cart and sent someone to carry it back first, while the others went to the next village.
The middle-aged strategist ordered 400 wen per household, but when it came to some people's mouths, it became 450 wen, and the last thing that came to the common people was to collect 500 wen.
Up and down, the entire county government made a fortune together.
The official team that had already gone away was humane: "I didn't expect Xiayuan Village to be quite rich, it seems that we can add more next time." ”
"I heard that their village is the first village to sell Chinese cabbage, and it makes a lot of money."
"I said, how can every family get the money? It turns out that this is the case, and next time I can let them have more village stalls. ”
Ning Changrong had been standing at the entrance of the village and watching the officials leave, and he could vaguely hear the wanton laughter of a few people.
"Evergreen, don't look at it, go back."
Village Chief Ning sighed and walked home with his hands behind his back, he had already paid sixty percent of the grain tax, and now he came to urge the tax again, this time they have some money to pay, what about next time?
Originally, he wanted to build another house for his family, but now that he thinks about it, it's better to take it slowly, his stomach is more important.