November 10.

Winter solstice.

Everything.

Treasure Cabinet.

Li Ping'an sat on a chair and waited for the man to take the silver.

The snacks and tea on the table have not moved, even if they have been sold for more than ten years, they cannot gamble on the other party's credit with their lives.

"Master Li, five hundred taels of Hengchang silver tickets, redeem them when you see them."

The guy bowed down and handed over the silver ticket: "The shopkeeper has long admired the prestige of Li Ye, please go to the second floor to talk and say that there are good things to discuss." ”

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, the swordsman's relic is estimated to be worth more than three hundred taels. Five hundred taels is already close to the market price.

"Lead the way."

I touched a few detonators on the cuffs, and I was a little relieved, and I would not let the dirty refining master surround me for no reason.

The first floor of the treasure pavilion is a pawnshop, the second floor is the living room, the warehouse, the decoration is simple and elegant, the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the corridor are all the works of everyone with names and surnames.

Pushing the door into the living room, I saw the treasurer for the first time.

The old man in his fifties and sixties, with a white face and a long beard, greeted Li Ping'an with a smile on his face.

"The contemptible surname is Zhao, how old is Brother Li, just call us Brother Zhao."

"I've seen Brother Zhao."

Li Ping'an arched his hand, a little alienated between his words, and he had already begun to think about changing the location of the stolen goods, there are many pawnshops with deep backgrounds in the capital.

"You may be seated."

Shopkeeper Zhao said: "Brother Li has been practicing martial arts for six or seven years, and he has already completed his body training, and he is lacking in bone quenching exercises, isn't he?" ”

Li Ping'an bowed slightly, this is not a secret.

Since he got the nickname of the eight-armed corpse demon, many martial arts halls in the capital have been recruited, including the Golden Sword Gate, all of which have refused as officials.

Shopkeeper Zhao said: "We have a bone quenching technique, or a multiplicative method of quenching a hundred bones." ”

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows, and pretended to be moved: "No merit, what does the shopkeeper want me to do?" ”

"A few days ago, someone discovered a thousand-year-old tomb in Yuyun Mountain and sold the location to the Treasure Pavilion."

Shopkeeper Zhao said: "We don't lack other manpower, only one expert who is proficient in tomb robbing, I heard that Brother Li's ancestor is nicknamed Goldfinger......

"That's already a matter of the previous dynasty!"

Li Ping'an deliberately emphasized that after Emperor Jianwu ascended the throne, he decreed that the criminals of the previous dynasty would not be held accountable as long as they reformed their evil ways and returned to righteousness.

"What's more, the ancestors' means of robbing tombs have not been handed down, and they can't help Zhao's shopkeeper do things."

"That's a shame......"

Shopkeeper Zhao's voice changed: "Since Brother Li knows about this, he will simply mix in it, no matter what is in the tomb, we will present the exercises." ”

"I won't do anything illegal or criminal!"

Li Ping'an decisively refused, and stretched his hands into the cuffs.

Not to mention the authenticity of the ancient tomb, just helping the helper to send the exercises, no matter how you look at it, it is a trap, but your own silver is not worth the coveting of the Treasure Pavilion.

Either they are deliberately probing, or they have other plans.

Shopkeeper Zhao didn't force it too much, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, let's have a chance to cooperate again in the future." ”

Li Ping'an suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly got up to say goodbye.

Shopkeeper Zhao tasted tea, took out a booklet, and opened the page with Li Ping'an's name written on it.

It records the information of the four generations of the Li family's ancestors, among which Li Ping'an is the most detailed, such as birth, personality, martial arts, experience, etc.

After pondering for a moment, he wrote at the end: Test with Yuyun Mountain, there is nothing unusual, and then explore.

……

Come out of the Treasure Pavilion.

Li Ping'an only knew that it was snowing again in the capital.

The goose feathers and snow were blowing, and the ground was paved with silver, and it creaked when stepped on.

"It's not going to be a good winter!"

shrunk his clothes, thought about the intentions of the shopkeeper Zhao while walking, returned to Yongxingfang, and heard a lively commotion when passing by the Beijing government.

A group of people gathered around the notice wall, noisily and loudly.

Li Ping'an leaned over, squeezed to the front three times and twice, and saw the newly posted notice.

"Instructions on the Inventory of Fields and Mu".

The content is that the orthodox emperor enshrined Su Mingyuan as the Qincha, and checked the 36 acres of land in the 36 states of Daqian, and gathered them into a yellow book of fish scales, and all the fields that were not recorded were owned by the imperial court.

Li Ping'an was stunned, no wonder the people were talking.

After the first emperor ascended the throne, he did not check the acres of land, and the yellow book of the previous dynasty was used to collect taxes, and the newly reclaimed land belonged to tax evasion.

Moreover, when the dynasty changed, the local clans bribed the officials, burned the yellow books and forged them, and a lot of land became hidden fields.

"This is a good thing, anyway, we don't have any land in our name."

Li Ping'an held his hands and listened to the people's discussions, most people supported the imperial court, not because they understood the importance of the land tax, but because they were happy to see the big landlords unlucky.

The ass decides the head, and the poor should support the killing of the rich!

Come to Willow Street.

I saw a petite figure from a distance, standing at the door wearing a big coat, looking up from time to time, and immediately smiled and waved when I saw Li Ping'an.

"Xianggong."

"Lady."

Li Ping'an quickened his pace, and persuaded his daughter-in-law several times before that he didn't need to wait for him to come back, but he forgot about it the next day, and waited at the door every time.

There was an extra charcoal stove in the mortuary room, the flames rose, and the room was warm.

The daughter-in-law pulled Li Ping'an's sleeve and walked eagerly to the backyard.

"This blue sky and white day...... Not quite right? ”

Li Ping'an was thinking about closing the door and locking it, but his daughter-in-law pulled him to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and the hot porridge inside was bubbling.

The color is dark with a few wisps of bright red.

"Xianggong, I can cook."

"Hmm."

Li Ping'an filled a big bowl, tasted it, and it was indeed cooked, blew a few breaths and poured it into his stomach, and the big toad qi quickly decomposed and digested.

After five or six years of intermittent practice, the stomach bag has been tempered by an extraordinary mortal.

Raw meat, raw bones, raw fur and fur can be digested, not to mention some not very cooked porridge and rice, and the whole pot of meat porridge was drunk in seven or eight bowls in a row.

"It's so fragrant!"

"Hee-hee."

The daughter-in-law smiled like two crescents, rolled up her sleeves and wanted to cook another pot, but Li Ping'an hurriedly stopped her and coaxed her to change her snow-soaked clothes.

Brush the pot and boil the porridge.

"I'm not busy the night before and busy the night after, after dreaming of gold, I dream of yellow sorghum ......"

Li Ping'an hummed a strange tune, looking at the rising smoke, his mood suddenly became extremely good.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and he opened the door to see Zhong Er.

"On snowy days, mats are also delivered."

Li Ping'an picked up the corpse with one hand, only a few dozen catties lightly, and looked at it as a white-haired old man, not knowing what crime he had committed.

The law of Daqian gives preferential treatment to the elderly, and as long as it is not a heinous crime, the yamen will tolerate it as appropriate.

Zhong Er said helplessly: "The adults in the prison are in a bad mood, but they don't dare to delay, so as not to eat and hang." ”

Li Ping'an asked casually, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's not that the imperial court wants to take stock of the acres."

Zhong Er said: "If you don't have 1,800 acres of land in the prison, you have to pay taxes when you go back to the Yellow Book, how can you be in a good mood." ”

Li Ping'an said: "It is a matter of time before the inventory of acres is carried out, and it is only a few years later than a few years earlier. ”

Even if the orthodox emperor doesn't check, the emperor behind him will also check, Xintian and Yintian are encroaching on the emperor's money, and whoever sits on the dragon chair will be worried.

"More than that......"

Zhong Er said in a low voice: "Listening to the adults, Your Majesty wants to change the tax system and merge the per capita tax into the field tax, and it is estimated that the field tax will be more than two or three times more than doubled!" ”

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows, he never thought that the orthodox emperor would have such courage.

"Really?"

"Nine times out of ten, it's true."

Zhong Er's face was full of sorrow: "My colleagues in prison are discussing, how to speak out against it, the fields that my ancestors have saved for several generations cannot be sold cheaply!" ”

Ancient people had an obsession with buying land.

The prison was rich in oil and water, and the jailer went to the countryside to buy land after saving money, which was passed down from generation to generation, and anyone had a large area of fertile land in their family.

Li Ping'an asked: "Does your family have tens of thousands of acres of land?" ”

Zhong Er shook his head: "How is it possible, but more than three hundred acres." ”

"So where is your family's main income?"

"Of course it's a prison, and you only have a few dollars to farm......"

"Can your family's power influence the imperial court?"

"There is no power at all......"

"That's still a fart sound, obediently on duty in prison, whoever has more land and who has more power will oppose it."

Li Ping'an analyzed the pros and cons and reminded.

"There are many obstacles to reform the tax system, even if it fails in the end, Your Majesty can't govern those big families, and he can't govern you?"