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While Zi Baifeng was busy sorting out all kinds of information, Yan Lao Wu was squatting under the big locust tree at the head of the village and smoking dry tobacco. He remembered that when he was a child, the people in the village were not engaged in farming, and even hunting was only incidental to the search for jade. But when there were fewer and fewer jade stones and fewer animals on the mountain, more and more people had to start cultivating the mountain fields and learning from the people under the mountain to cultivate and make a living.

Yan Lao Wu remembered that his grandfather always smoked a dry tobacco pouch and squatted on the hill north of the village, watching the young people leave early and come back late.

Now, Yan Lao Wu was squatting in the direction of Mengcheng in the south of the village, watching the villagers cultivate on the slopes of the mountains or in the thin fields at the foot of the mountains.

A figure, undulating in a barren field, like a tree ravaged by a strong wind, falls, rises, and falls again.

On the path between the messy and barren mountain fields, there was a middle-aged man wearing a soap coat and carrying a short knife at his waist, and a middle-aged man with a short figure led a horse and strode over.

The horse's nostrils were full of white air and sweat, and it seemed that it had traveled a long way.

Yan Lao Wu knocked the dry tobacco pouch, stood up, walked forward, and said in surprise: "Fourth, why are you here?"

This person is also surnamed Yan, born in Yan Village, and is considered the same clan of Yan Lao Wu, if it is about generation, he is one generation lower than Yan Lao Wu, and he is four, so he is called Lao Si. He was not tall, but had a heart, and when he was young, he found an errand in the city of Mongolia, and was an errand officer of the household tax tax.

The household has a lot of power, and the tax department under its jurisdiction is in charge of summer tax and autumn grain. Although the fourth child is just an ordinary servant, he has the responsibility of supervising taxes, and he really has some power.

But in fact, no one likes to see the tax collector, Yan Lao Wu felt a sigh in his heart when he saw him, but he couldn't show it yet.

The fourth child waved his hand, did not rush to answer Yan Lao Wu's question, walked to Yan Lao Wu's side, and then shook his head and said, "Fifth uncle, you have a big deal in Yan Village!"

"What's wrong?" Yan Lao Wu was startled, this fourth child was too alarmist.

"What's the matter? you can see for yourself......" The fourth child took out a document in his hand, Yan Lao Wu blushed, and said: "Fourth brother, you laugh at your fifth uncle, if I know the words here, then I am still Yan Lao Wu?"

The fourth shook his head, and told the matter that the government had decided to clear the taxes and asked them to come down and supervise.

"Three years of taxes?" Yan Lao Wu's face immediately turned pale.

No one knows the family background of Xia Yan Village better than Yan Lao Wu.

Xiayan Village has been mining jade for generations, and most of them have no land, so they use the poll tax, which is levied when they are adults, and the tax amount is fixed, but they can be offset with different materials. In previous years, it was fine, most of it was neat and uniform silver money, but later when the year was not good, there was everything.

Coming to the countryside to collect taxes is a chore. In these villages, there is often not a single scholar who can write and calculate, and there are very few tax collectors who are good at calculation.

And at the end of the day, the government asked someone to calculate the final tax, and the total amount was very different, and it was just like that, and it really had to sort out a clue, and the effort spent was really not cost-effective.

In such an environment, if there is less tax in any village, the village can only recognize it, and it is impossible to reason with the government monarch.

"Fifth uncle, do you think, can this tax be collected, or can't it be collected?" asked the fourth.

"It's difficult...... "Don't think about Yan Lao Wu to know that this tax is impossible to collect, when the tax amount is set for Xia Yan Village, it is the average number of the whole village, and the last thirty taxes are one, which is a relatively low tax rate, because there is a jade tax every thirty years, which is an additional tax levied only on the villages that produce jade, and most of the other villages are fifteen taxes and one.

In recent years, the income of the people in the village has dropped sharply, almost only one-fifth of the income of that year, and if it is based on the standard of one tax for the Chinese New Year's Eve, it can barely make up, but now paying taxes for three years at a time, that is the harvest of a family for most of the year.

It's a strange thing to be able to collect it.

"I also think it's difficult to ......" The fourth nodded, looking at Yan Lao Wu's sad face, but laughed, and said, "Fifth uncle, why are you sad." I know that your family is well-off, and three years of taxes are just waiting for leisure. Don't say you can't hand it over. ”

Yan Lao Wu shook his head and said: "We can hand it over if we tighten our belts for half a year, but the vast majority of people in this village can't pay these taxes......

Yan Lao Wu was worried, if he couldn't collect taxes and was punished by the government, how could this be good? Yan Lao Wu understood the sentence that the law does not blame the public, but he still remembered a sentence, which was called killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys.

"Fifth uncle, you are really confused. The fourth child shook the paperwork in his hand and said, "Before I came, I heard an adult in the house say that there is an extra village leader in Xiayan Village, is it the ugly Zi Baifeng?"

Yan Lao Wu suddenly became enlightened, now the duty of collecting taxes is not his own Yan Lao Wu's, but the village lord's, he clapped his hands suddenly, and said with a smile: "It is that Zi Baifeng." ”

"This kind of headache will naturally go to him, fifth uncle, your luck is really this!" The fourth gave a thumbs up, gestured, and asked, "Where is this village master now?" I sent him this paperwork. ”

"He is in the private school in the village, you go yourself, I will go home and prepare wine and food for you." "Yan Lao Wudao.

He watched the fourth child lead the horse into the village, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly retracted, and he shook his head slightly, his eyes were complicated and indescribable.

......

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Xiayan Village Private School, under the big locust tree.

The paperwork was handed over to Lord Muramasa, and the contemptible man took his leave. The fourth child put the letter printed with Zi Baifeng, which meant that he had handed over the paperwork to Zi Baifeng, carefully put it in his arms, arched his hand, and led the horse to turn around.

Zi Baifeng stood at the door of the private school, watching him walk around the corner, and there was only one thought in his heart: "Damn, Zi Baifeng, you have a big deal!"

On the second day of taking office, he took up the major issue of tax collection, which is really too exercised.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, Zi Baifeng has never been in contact with the work of collecting taxes, he meditated hard, and he didn't know where to start and where to end, and the document was very clear - within fifteen days, the collection was complete, and the person who had his own tax tax would hand it over.

What if you don't pay it? What will happen if you don't pay it? You can write it to Lao Tzu!

Zi Baifeng couldn't help yelling at that paperwork.

At this moment, Zi Baifeng suddenly envied Yan Lao Wu a little, he really hoped that he only knew one "secret" word, and he didn't know anything else, so he would be fearless if he didn't know.

Sitting there searching his intestines and scraping his stomach for a long time, Zi Baifeng was also at a loss and had no clue, could it be that he wanted to collect taxes from house to house?

After a long time, Zi Baifeng made up his mind - to discuss it with Yan Lao Wu.

It is not far from the private school to Yan Laowu's house, and it is only a few steps away.

Yan Er was fetching water and brushing horses in the yard, and when he saw Zi Baifeng coming, he raised his voice and greeted, "Xiucailang is here!" said it, and smiled unnaturally.

Zi Baifeng didn't care, although he fused the experience of the two lives, he was only a teenager after all, and he didn't know much about human affairs, but Yan Er's sweat blinded his eyes, and he arched his hand, and said, "Second uncle, is the old man at home?"

"Inside, drunk, just asleep. Yan Er hurriedly said.

"Oh......" Zi Baifeng has the consciousness of a modern person after all, he heard a faint snoring sound coming from inside, and felt that it was not polite to disturb a drunk person, and said disappointedly: "Then I'll come back later." ”

"Okay, Xiucailang, you go slowly......" Yan Er watched Zi Baifeng leave, looked around for a long time, and then closed the door and walked into the room.

"Gone?" Yan Lao Wu just lifted the quilt and sat up, he did drink, but he drank a lot, and it was the fourth child who was really drunk, and he was snoring next door at this time.

"Let's go, I'll come back later. Yan Er replied sullenly, seeing that his father didn't say anything else, he turned around and went out again.

Yan Lao Wu sat at the head of the bed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

When it was dark, Zi Baifeng came again, and Yan Er said: "He is still inside, you go and see if he is awake." ”

Yan Lao Wu, who was drinking tea to relieve hangover, was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly lay down on the bed with his clothes, covered with a quilt, Zi Baifeng came in and called the old man twice, he snorted twice, and planned to perfunctory.

Zi Baifeng pushed him a few more times, he just pretended to be asleep, Zi Baifeng stood next to him for a while, seeing that he really didn't wake up, so he had to leave.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw that half of the tea was on the table, and then looked at the water traces that had not dried up at the corners of Yan Laowu's mouth, and suddenly understood something.

Yan Lao Wu lay on the bed and didn't dare to move, until Yan Er came in and said, "Gone again." ”

Yan Lao Wuyi sat up bonely, but lay down again, only feeling weak.

"This dead old man, I'm so angry!" Zi Baifeng came out of Yan Laowu's house, almost blowing up his lungs. This guy clearly doesn't want to bother with it.

However, I have two lifetimes of memories, and can I still be stumped by this?

That's good, if you pretend not to know the way, then start collecting it from your house!

Zi Baifeng turned around and walked towards Yan Lao Wu's house again, but after taking a few steps, he turned back again.

Two Zi Baifeng, one is cold and upright, the other is hot-blooded, and the two personalities are fused together, so they respond to the sentence "think twice", as if there are really two people thinking.

Common sense says that as a village leader, he should indeed have this responsibility, the clan elder is just the clan elder, and he really has no obligation to help himself. Collecting taxes is only temporary, Zi Baifeng feels that he can always think of a way, but if he really has a direct relationship with Yan Lao Wu, there will be more trouble in the future.