"The master is really a good man, I'm going to help find a house."

Sima Zhao pulled out his legs and went.

In an instant, the whole village was boiling.

Soon, a group of villagers dressed in rags followed a middle-aged man with a beard.

This middle-aged man had a pale face and a clean body, and he didn't know that he thought it was a little white face eating soft rice.

Sima Zhao immediately explained to Mu Shaoyou, "Master, this is our Uncle Sima Yi, the patriarch of Sima Village, he is a very famous talent, and he is also the landlord of our Sima Village. ”

"Brother Sima Bodhisattva."

Mu Shaoyou clenched his fists with both hands, "Under Mu Shaoyou, a native of Lancheng, go to Qianzhou to do business." ”

Most landlords collect rent, and most of them collect seventy or eighty percent, and those who have a conscience also collect fifty percent.

Those who collect 30% of the tax revenue are already considered bodhisattvas in the great cadres.

After all, the landlord also has to pay rent.

"Brother Shaoyou praised it falsely, this is really too heavy a tax for the imperial court, even if I collect three percent, the villagers will not be able to live happily."

Sima Yi smiled bitterly twice, and then saluted again, "Brother Shaoyou, I have thanked you for the villagers, but where is the house in this village worth five taels of silver." ”

Mu Shaoyou waved his hand lightly, indicating that he was not talking about the price.

Sima Yi and Sima Zhao took Mu Shaoyou to choose a house in the village.

Soon, several houses were found, and they were considered the best in the village.

The villagers who gave five taels of silver in one night and got the money were very moved.

They also knew that even if they stayed overnight in the village, they were just a porridge meal.

The crowd began to make a fire and cook.

Mu Shaoyou, Lu Bu and Mao Shi took a few people to Sima Yi's house.

A brand new stone brick house, all made of stone bricks, very clean.

Before and after the carriage drove through the door, Mu Shaoyou took out five taels of silver and handed it over.

Sima Yi directly didn't take it, "Brother Shaoyou, the villagers have already given you five taels of silver, and they have already given a lot, but they are forced to live, so I didn't stop it, but I don't have to worry about food and clothing, how can I collect your money just because you stay for one night." ”

Hearing this, he also knew that the other party was not short of this money, so Mu Shaoyou did not continue to hand it over.

At this time, a boy ran over, directly and tightly held Sima Yi's thigh, looked at Mu Shaoyou timidly, and then asked, "Daddy, who is this person?" ”

Sima Yi hugged the boy with a smile, "This is your Uncle You, a kind-hearted person." ”

The boy nodded as if he didn't understand, and then Gabba shouted, "I've seen Uncle You." ”

Mu Shaoyou smiled slightly, then took out a piece of brown sugar from his pocket and put it in the boy's hand, "What's your name?" ”

glanced at Sima Yi and saw him nodding, the boy grabbed the brown sugar tightly, "Thank you Uncle You, my name is Sima Shi." ”

"Children are not sensible, less brother is more understanding."

Sima Yi smiled bitterly, and then shouted into the room: "Ah Cui, hurry up and take the little master away, I want to entertain Brother Shaoyou." ”

A pretty woman walked out, bowed and saluted Mu Shao, and then hurriedly left with the boy in her arms.

Then dinner began.

The servants of the Sima family began to make cakes, cook porridge, fry wild vegetables, and deliberately killed a chicken in order to entertain Mu Shaoyou.

The veterans here also began to cook, and the food was naturally better all the way.

They were boiling the bacon they had brought out, cooking rice on the fire, and cooking pots of egg soup, and the aroma immediately wafted to the village.

Many children stood at the door, swallowing saliva, including Sima Zhao.

"If you want to entertain guests today, you won't have any meat, so go back."

Sima Yi waved at the children, and then smiled at Mu Shaoyou, "The village is poor, and the children are here to cook meat, so everyone will give a small piece of meat to eat." ”

But the children shook their heads very reluctantly.

And Mu Shaoyou waved his hand at Sima Zhao, "You want to eat meat?" ”

Sima Zhao swallowed his saliva and shook his head frantically, but when he saw the smile on Mu Shaoyou's face, he couldn't help lowering his head, "I think." ”

Mu Shaoyou said with a smile: "Let your friends all line up and wait for everyone to have meat to eat." ”

"Thank you, sir."

Sima Zhao trotted away directly, organizing children from a few years old to teenagers to start lining up.

Mu Shaoyou said to the veterans again: "You cook more meat, get more rice, and make a bowl of meat rice for each child." ”

The veterans who cooked the rice got ready one after another.

Sima Yi looked at this scene and chuckled twice, "Brother Shaoyou, you are really too kind." ”

Mu Shaoyou smiled lightly, "You have hundreds of acres of land at home, if you collect fifty percent of the tax, do you still need to eat wild vegetables every day, you can eat big fish and meat every day." ”

Children are the driving force of the future, how can we let these children suffer, can we help a little more.

After all, children are the future.

"Ugh."

Sima Yi sighed softly, "I now collect thirty percent of the tax, and the villagers can't live happily, let alone five percent." ”

Mu Shaoyou's face was full of doubts, "Then how much tax does your government collect per acre of land?" ”

"I am close to the main city of Qianzhou, and the government personally sent people to collect the taxes, two taels of silver per acre of land."

Mu Shaoyou explained: "In the past, it was to collect grain, but now the state officials have changed to collect money. ”

"I see!"

Mu Shaoyou frowned.

If you don't collect grain and collect money, there must be a huge problem here.

When the common people pay money and do not pay grain, they have to sell grain, and when the grain merchants suppress it, the tax directly increases I don't know how many times.

"If you just collect money, the life of the villagers is quite passable."

Sima Yi continued to sigh, "But the most powerful thing is this chaotic tax. ”

"Taxes?"

Mu Shaoyou frowned tightly.

Lancheng also had taxes before, but it was from the previous county magistrate, and he knew very little, and he only heard about a few.

"Probably more than fifty."

Sima Yi frowned tightly, "Killing chickens is called killing chicken tax, killing cattle is called killing cattle tax, sleeping tax must be paid, festival tax must be paid, men do not marry wives, women do not marry thirteen must pay single tax, there is also a poll tax, walking tax, sickness tax, fall tax..."

"Uh..."

Listening to these taxes, these strange taxes, Mu Shaoyou's heart kept burning with a raging fire, "Who is such a bastard, he actually came up with so many taxes, does this still let the people live?" ”

"It's Pei Yuanshao, the governor of Donglong City."

Sima Yi looked angry, "Whether the people are dead or alive, where will he care, he cares about the assessment of the officials, as long as it is superior, he will sit and wait for the term of office to expire, and then be promoted to get rich and get everything he wants." ”