Wang Chongliu...... Above"

"One thousand seven hundred and twenty-five catties, and one hundred and seventy-two and a half catties of grain."

"Wu Cuner...... Above"

At the end of September, when the Northern Expeditionary Army subdued the Taiping, Bald Polo and other Warat lords in Mobei, Qingchuan Village, Yanzhou Prefecture, Shandong Province, was also paying taxes after the autumn harvest.

Qingchuan Village is a post road with many small rivers passing through it, so the local agriculture is thriving.

In such a place, honest people are needed to collect taxes and do things, and Cheng Huiyuan, the grain chief of Qingchuan Village, is such a person.

In the environment where grassroots officials have been deducted all year round, Cheng Huiyuan is undoubtedly a wooden and realistic person.

Kong Sheng moved out of the Yansheng Mansion, which made many people behind Cheng Huiyuan inevitably underestimate.

After a short time, he moved the table to the courtyard and put three dishes: fried peanuts, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried greens, and a small pot of rice, and at the same time took out a pot of rice wine, three wine bowls, and three pairs of chopsticks.

In Qingchuan Village, he rented cultivated land to villagers for cultivation, and charged 30 fields per mu of land according to the regulations of the imperial court.

In other words, this old subordinate is completely outdone.

Similarly, the descendants of Confucius also looked down on Zhu Yuanzhang, so they deliberately kept Zhu Yuanzhang's original vernacular text, obviously to satirize Zhu Yuanzhang's vulgar language.

"There are all kinds of indications that this Cheng Huiyuan's death is probably Kong Sheng's ......"

Cheng Huiyuan did not mention the Ningyang County Soldiers and Horses, because he knew that the handwriting was indeed the handwriting of Ningyang Zhixian, and it was obvious that the other party had already colluded with Kong Sheng.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Cheng Huiyuan, who had been doing it from morning to dusk, finally showed a smiling face.

The storage of meat in rural areas is inconvenient, and it takes too much time to kill chickens, and a chicken is more than 30 yuan, and it is more than 30 yuan to eat a meal, even for Cheng Huiyuan, it is inevitably a bit luxurious.

The military attache opened his mouth to explain the purpose of Qianhu's visit, and Qianhu, who heard the words, also said softly: "How is this Cheng Huiyuan?" ”

Thinking of this, Hu Lun could only stubbornly order: "Order the detention of Kong Sheng, thoroughly investigate the Confucian Mansion, and send the news back to the capital to see how Your Majesty decides......"

"What did you say?" Now Hu Lun feels that things are a little too tricky.

With these fields, Kong Sheng's life is very nourishing, and a three-in-out yard covering an area of one acre is enough to represent his strength.

One is now ridden by him to the doctor, and the other is a pull-back horse for work, on which he will be able to pull taxes and grain tomorrow.

As in previous years, this year, Cheng Huiyuan personally came to urge him to pay taxes and grain, but this time Kong Sheng put on a bigger shelf.

The mayor of Qingchuan Village went to the county to see a doctor because he was sick, and he and Cheng Huiyuan raised a few chickens and two pigs behind the village office, as well as two horses in the office.

"Okay, it's almost all counted, only Kong Sheng's Tianfu is missing."

Cheng Huiyuan nodded, and then smiled at the two: "You have also worked for a day, I will cook for you now." ”

Although young, the children of the poor are in charge of the family early.

"That's it!" Zhu Gaoxu took a deep breath, his expression was very ugly, and his face was gloomy as if he could drip water.

"Cheng Huiyuan ran to Yanzhou Mansion in a fit of anger, apparently wanting to find the Yanzhou Mansion."

There are 86 households in Qingchuan Village, with 527 people and 3,860 acres of land.

As it slowly slowed down and managed to enter a platform to a stop, a forty-year-old man in a regular dress with a short beard on his face stepped out of the carriage and glanced at the platform.

This is the situation in this era, where resources are cheap because they can't be shipped out in many places, and expensive because they don't have resources in other places.

Seeing this, Qianhu officials also hurriedly ordered someone to send the news and evidence back to Beijing.

"Your mother!" Kong Sheng scolded when he heard this: "Cheng Huiyuan, I think you are toasting and not eating and drinking!" ”

"Chief Cheng Liang, then let's go, and bring someone to help you go to Kong Xiucai's house to get tax grain tomorrow morning."

This handwriting is the handwriting of Ningyang Zhixian, and what is written on it is nothing more than that Kong Sheng can not pay taxes and grain.

In the three years since his arrival, the people of Qingchuan Village have not been harshly criticized by the grain chief, and the output should be taxed as much as it should be.

The people each helped to weigh the sacks full of grain, and when the results were obtained, they divided the grain and paid the tax according to the tax rate of 10 taxes.

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Huiyuan walked into the village office and began to tinker.

At this time, more than 100 people who had lined up in a long line had already left the drying field with their families, leaving only the two young adults who were responsible for helping.

Things went up one after another, and soon they stabbed the political envoy of Shandong.

"Eat more, tomorrow will be a good ......"

"Kong Sheng, you dare to beat the officials?!"

"It is a rare good official, and when he learned the news of his death, many people in Qingchuan Village have contributed to collect the body for him and transport the body back to his hometown of Jilin ......"

"Huh...... I said Cheng Huiyuan, give you a grain chief, do you think you are amazing? ”

After feeding a pound of beans and a bunch of forage to the horse, Cheng Huiyuan returned to the village office to rest.

Seeing Cheng Huiyuan say that, the two hurriedly waved their hands, and Cheng Huiyuan also smiled: "Let's do it, you carry the grain first, and you can get it soon." ”

Although Shandong produces a lot of oil, there is no way to transport the oil.

"After the brothers visited Qingchuan County, they learned that a few days before Cheng Huiyuan's death, he asked Kong Sheng, a wealthy local family, to pay taxes and grain, but Kong Sheng not only refused, but also beat Cheng Huiyuan."

In this Shandong region, new crops cannot be said to be everywhere, but many families will set aside land to grow new crops, especially peanuts.

"As for this handwritten letter, I will submit it to the Yamen of Yanzhou Mansion afterwards and ask the prefect if this handwritten book is useful......

Yisha hurriedly responded, but after he got down, he couldn't help but worry: "But Your Majesty...... If this key point is against the Confucian Mansion, the ministers may have opinions. ”

Chinese scholars like to say that they do not value the origins of others, but in fact they value it very much, after all, the foundation of the social system on which scholars rely is itself a strict hierarchy.

Cheng Huiyuan is dead, which is the danger of enough backlash.

"I don't care what kind of wine, in short, you either pay taxes today, or I will ask the soldiers and horses of Yanzhou Mansion in the name of tax resistance, or the soldiers and horses of Ningyang Qianhu Office to let them help you pay taxes!"

Soon after Cheng Huiyuan left, three figures also walked out of the back door of the Confucian Mansion, riding horses and chasing in the direction of Cheng Huiyuan's departure.

Kong Sheng took out a piece of letter paper from his arms: "See for yourself, whose handwriting is this!" ”

"Say!"

Although there is no difference in the content of the two versions, Zhu Yuanzhang's words in the official version are very elegant, while in the Confucian version, Zhu Yuanzhang speaks in the vernacular, which is completely the tone of an old peasant in the countryside.

"In addition, tell Hu Lun to immediately investigate and characterize the case for me, my people can't die in vain!"

"Master, I'm afraid this guy will have to go to the government and the barracks."

Thousands of officials were in a hurry, but Hu Lun looked at him directly and asked him to explain everything.

"Uncle, there is another thing, the lower official doesn't know whether to say it or not......"

But they never complain, because life is much better now than before.

He had seven or eight servants under him, and one of his servants followed.

After knocking on the door, Cheng Huiyuan waited at the door for half an hour with more than a dozen young men in the village, only to see that Kong Sheng had washed up and walked to the gate of his yard in a decent manner.

But the problem is that others don't know about this stone tablet, but Zhu Gaoxu knows it clearly.

"I said, my field is a gift from the Yansheng Mansion, I see who dares to force me to pay taxes."

This stele is not a secret in later generations, and many people will take out this stele when they mock Confucius, and they are embarrassed to mock Zhu Yuanzhang's vulgar language.

Just like now, when other villages have a slight complaint about paying taxes, the villagers here are actively queuing up to pay taxes.

This group of family members are all in their thirties and forties, and they don't know whether it is illegal to do this, so as soon as Kong Sheng gave the order, they rushed up and beat Cheng Huiyuan out with a big stick.

Early the next morning, he took his horse to Kong Xiucai's house, which was located next to the Qingshui River in Qingchuan Village.

Therefore, this stone carving has been treasured, and outsiders have no way of knowing.

Because of the low price of oil, they can eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried peanuts.

When the director saw Cheng Huiyuan's actions, he immediately reminded him vaguely, after all, he knew that his land was indeed among the taxes paid.

Kong Sheng suppressed his temper, but Cheng Huiyuan turned back to everyone with a cold face: "The big guy followed me in to collect grain!" ”

These four words are really more serious than the other, and if one is not handled well, I am afraid that even he will have to be disciplined.

These conditions are put together, not to mention Confucius, even a country should perish.

"What do you say?" Qianhu Guan interrupted the military attaché's words, and the military attache paused: "Jilin County, Jilin Prefecture." ”

"This Cheng Huiyuan is the widow of the martyrs who died in the battle of Jixiguan during the Hongwu period, and it is a single ......"

But if you plant too much, the price of oil will naturally come down.

Cheng Huiyuan didn't expect Kong Sheng to dare to do it, you must know that the current situation is that Kong Sheng resists taxes and does not pay.

Although he was saying that it was up to His Highness to decide, Hu Lun knew very well that the Confucian Mansion was probably going to be completely overthrown this time.

There are not many people who participated in the bloody battle of Jixiguan, and even fewer people can be called martyrs.

For a while, everyone couldn't help but retreat.

Cheng Huiyuan is neither humble nor arrogant, and Kong Sheng, who looked at it with that expression, was angry.

At his command, the news was quickly sent to Beijing by train.

When Zhu Gaoxu got the news, it was early the next morning, and it was originally the day of the 10-day court meeting, but as the news reached Zhu Gaoxu's hands, he no longer had the mind to hold the court.

In the market where the price of a pound of oil is 30 yuan, the value of oil produced by an acre of flowers is always five yuan, and many people even specialize in planting peanuts to sell oil.

Zhu Gaoxu rarely said "my person", in which the anger can be seen.

He stepped out of the carriage and set his eyes on the Qianhu official who was kneeling on the ground.

In the era when three acres per capita is a poor household, the cultivated land in Qingchuan Village is not much, but it is just ......

"According to the "Da Ming Law", in the past, land was also required to pay land taxes, the same is ten taxes and one, don't say that the Yan Shenggong Mansion, even the Prince's Mansion also has to pay taxes!"

Although Cheng Huiyuan was only twenty-three or four, he was knowledgeable after all.

"The evidence is preserved, I will play this matter to the commander of the envoy, I'm afraid the uncle will personally intervene."

At the same time as the matter spread, the 100 households of Shandong in the West Factory also got the news and obtained the record book made by Ningyang County.

"First in the name of Cheng Huiyuan Gaosheng, send some money and food to his mother, and this money will be transferred from the internal funds."

That's why the construction of railways is so important.

As a talent, Kong Sheng has a lot of family resources, and nearly 1,200 acres of the 3,860 acres of cultivated land in Qingchuan Village are his.

"Well, I'm bothering you to call a dozen more people tomorrow, and then I'll take the carriage from the village office to pull grain."

It wasn't fast, and even the carriages on the official road not far from the railroad kept up with it.

"Let's talk about ......"

The commander responded: "It's almost checked, the Confucian Mansion has a huge number of acres of land, and the palace does privately record the stone carvings that slander Emperor Taizu Gao, and the stone carvings do have descriptions that belittle Emperor Taizu Gao." ”

Officials, Bohai, Jixiguan martyrs' widows, single biography......

Suddenly, Kong Sheng's temper couldn't hold back any longer, and he snatched the stick and motioned to the family to beat Cheng Huiyuan out.

"This Cheng Huiyuan did not commit suicide, but he killed him, his carriage was on the side of the road, but the horses were nowhere to be seen."

"He is the widow of a martyr, and he is also a single heir, and he has no heirs...... In addition......" Yishuha hesitated, and after a moment said:

"This Cheng Huiyuan's mother is still alive, if I suddenly learn the news, I am afraid it will be ......"

Cheng Huiyuan, as the chief of the grain, sat on the side, using a brush to record the number of acres of land, the output, and the taxes and grains paid by each household.

Hu Lun swallowed his saliva hard, now he can only control the group of people in the Confucian Mansion first, and wait for his majesty's will.

They had long thought that Kong Sheng had a relationship with the Yansheng Mansion, but they didn't expect that the relationship would be so deep.

In the 16 years since the implementation of the New Deal in Shandong, more or less people under the age of 30 have had five years of education experience, but the rate of humanities illiteracy over 30 is relatively high.

"That's not going to ...... Hahaha! ”

Hundreds of Xichang wrestlers wearing black uniforms and long knives at their waists walked down the train station in two rows, Hu Lun, who was over fifty years old, looked very young, his hair and beard were all black, but his expression was not good-looking.

But no matter what Kong Sheng said, he had to pay this tax today, no matter who was standing behind him.

He has his own reasons for doing things, in his opinion, he is helping the imperial court collect taxes, and Kong Sheng should also pay taxes, so it is not trespassing on private houses, it is......

"Do it to me!"

Taking a deep breath, Hu Lun looked at a commanding officer beside him: "How is the matter of the Confucian Mansion investigated?" ”

But even then, this matter is non-negotiable.

It's not that he didn't try to bribe Cheng Huiyuan, but Cheng Huiyuan didn't accept it.

"The farmer who was present at the time said that Kong Sheng took out a handwritten letter from the magistrate of Ningyang, but there was no handwritten letter on the corpse, and it was obviously searched by someone."

"Walk slowly, be careful, don't sleep on the ridge."

He looks like a talent, white and delicate, which is in stark contrast to Cheng Huiyuan's dark appearance.

The acres of peanuts planted in Shandong Province are as many as one million mu, so Shandong's vegetable oil has dropped from 30 wen per catty to 10 wen per catty in less than three years.

When everything was understood, Hu Lun immediately clenched his fists.

Looking at the high-hanging [Jining Station] stop sign, the man's face was relatively relaxed, but at this time, a military attache in the team wearing a regular uniform of the sixth grade walked out:

"Qianhu, the brothers have already clarified the matter."

As a joke, it was getting dark.

"Woo-woo-"

The widow of the old subordinate behaved in a proper manner, but he was intercepted and killed, and the key is that he still has no heirs.

A few days later, with the sound of a whistle, a train slowly approached on the horizon.

Faced with this handwriting, Cheng Huiyuan folded it in half and put it in his arms, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"This handwritten book does not have the official seal of Ningyang County, so it will not work with me."

In the court records, Zhu Yuanzhang was quite ironic in his words when facing the descendants of Confucius, implying that Confucius did not learn and did not know how to do it.

In the face of his scolding, the villagers were so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward, but Cheng Huiyuan went straight inside.

Therefore, Zhu Gaoxu told Hu Lun about this very early, and Hu Lun has been investigating, and now the investigation is clear, but he doesn't want to die suddenly Cheng Huiyuan, and the murderer is still closely related to the Confucian Mansion.

"Good ......" Seeing this, Kong Sheng gritted his teeth and whispered to the master.

He threw the letter on the ground, and Cheng Huiyuan didn't feel ashamed, so he lowered his head and squatted down to pick it up.

"Are you sure that it is the widow of a martyr and a single heir......

Kong Sheng was arrogant, Cheng Huiyuan held his forehead broken by the wooden stick, and immediately staggered towards the carriage with the support of the villagers.

Of course, these fields are not necessarily his, but they are certainly under his management.

A few days later, as the whistle sounded again, this time it was no longer an ordinary official who stepped out of the train car, but Muyang Bohulun, who was wearing a python robe.

Of course, this is only the oil price of Shandong, not the oil price of the whole territory of Daming.

Now the value of an acre of peanuts is only four or five hundred yuan, which is about the same as grain.

He is an official and is directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Officials, unless the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Criminal Affairs convict him and expel him, even the county governor of Ningyang will not be able to clean him up.

To put it mildly, this Cheng Huiyuan's father may be his own majesty, or the old subordinates of Fu Rang, Zhang Chun, Wang Yi, Lin Su and others.

Zhu Gaoxu's voice trembled slightly, not uncomfortable, but angry and trying to suppress it.

"Good, good...... I think you've lived enough! ”

At this moment, they were carrying the tax grain into the warehouse, and when they heard Cheng Huiyuan's words, they wiped their sweat and said:

"Chief Cheng Liang, the grain of Kong Xiucai, I'm afraid the number of people is not enough for the two of us, so it's better to call a few more people tomorrow, right?"

Although the Hongwu period was more comfortable than the Zhizheng period, it was much worse than the Hongxi period.

Walking to the door, he stood on the steps and looked down at Cheng Huiyuan: "Cheng Liangchang, I'm sorry, my field is now returned to the Yan Shenggong Mansion, and it belongs to the imperial court, and there is no need to pay taxes." ”

Hu Lun's face was gloomy, and when the Qianhu officials heard this, they could only explain Cheng Huiyuan's affairs.

Obviously, although he tried his best to be polite, he did not respect the descendants of the Confucian Mansion at all in his heart.

"I see who dares, whoever dares to trespass into people's houses, I will beat him out with a stick!" Kong Sheng scolded.

Drinking rice wine, eating eggs and peanuts, the three of them soon began to talk.

"This ......" The military attache didn't expect that the matter would be serious enough to report to his uncle, so he hurriedly acted upon.

Not long after, Cheng Huiyuan left in a carriage, and the villagers dispersed.

A few days later, Wang Er, a farmer who went out to farm in Ningyang County, found Cheng Huiyuan drowned in the Zhufu River, and hurriedly went to the nearby military camp of Ningyang Qianhusuo.

Cheng Huiyuan cleaned up the tables, chairs and benches, and after sweeping the yard, he poured the rest of the food into the bucket, added a few catties of sweet potatoes and carried it to the pigsty behind the village office.

Although Zhu Gaoxu didn't have any expression, and his tone was very flat, he was a little scared when he heard it.

"It's a big deal." Hearing this, Qianhu Guan only felt a little headache, raised his hand and said:

This is not surprising, Zhu Yuanzhang was originally from a destitute peasant, and it is certain that he hates scholars in his heart, even if he becomes an emperor and needs to win over these people, this disgust still cannot be concealed, it can be regarded as class nature.

Zhu Yuanzhang once summoned the descendants of Confucius, and the records of the conversation have been preserved, and there are two versions of this conversation, one is the official version of the Ming court, and the other is the stone version carved by Confucius himself in private.

Cheng Huiyuan is very tough, and it is very suitable to describe him with the five words of eating soft and not eating hard.

In their eyes, Zhu Yuanzhang is a bad example of a mud-legged man turning over and becoming an emperor.

The boss was taken aback by what he said, but nodded anyway.

Due to the lag in news, many places have not yet started to grow peanuts on a large scale, and oil prices are still very high in many places.

In the past two years, Cheng Huiyuan was required to come to urge him every year before he reluctantly handed over the tax grain.

He personally helped the two of them to store the grain in the warehouse together, and then invited them to dinner.

Although he has been grasping the handle of the Confucian Mansion, if this handle is too big, there is also a danger of backing himself.

As a crop that can produce 120 catties of land and can squeeze nearly 50 catties of oil, peanuts have been widely planted by coastal people once they were introduced.

"A group of croaking fellows, the officials were killed, shouldn't they be punished for treason?"

"If we can't do it, let's just go home and eat for a while......"

"Spread my will, if the case is determined, it will connect the nine clans of Kong Sheng."

"If Yan Shenggong Kong Yanjin is also involved in this matter, let Hu Lun watch it himself, if he doesn't handle it well, then I will ask at that time, whose subordinate general is this Cheng Huiyuan's father, do they still remember that they have such a general!"

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