Since the Wanli year, God has changed his face. The wind and rain are not smooth. The crops are not harvested for several years. The yield is not as good as before. It is good to collect hundreds of kilograms of millet per acre. After deducting the taxes paid to the county, there is even less in your hand. Those who have no waste at home can barely get a waste. If there is a waste at home, they owe millet or copper coins on credit, this life will be difficult.

In previous years, there were not many land taxes submitted to the county, but since the imperial court ordered the collection of Liao tuition four years ago, the land tax has been higher and higher every year. I heard from Master Cui in the city that he was afraid that he would have to collect more this year. He said that the emperor sent his teacher to Liaodong to supervise the defense line and would have to use money everywhere. The treasury has long been unable to hold on, so he pointed to the land tax this year.

Alas, the people suffer when prosperity occurs; the people suffer when death occurs.

You said the people were so miserable yesterday? You said that it has been a disaster for several years and they still collected so much tax yesterday. How can the people live... But... it should be... If you don't suffer, do you still suffer the master? I won't be able to pay the tax! If they don't pay the land tax, the master will pay the tax. You count, how many acres of fat and thin land in our Huang family, plus those who are not measured in their name, I really have to pay taxes one by one. You say how many people in my family live...

The monk in the temple said that I would not go to hell, who would go to hell, and this is not reasonable. As for me, whoever loves to go to hell, whoever loves to go to hell, I am unwilling to deal with the King of Hell anyway! Since these poor people are already so poor, they will not be poor for a while, so, they still have to pay the taxes for the Ming Dynasty. As for those of us who have families and careers, they have to live for themselves and for their children and grandchildren. Otherwise, what's the point of living this person?

Talking about a thousand things, the matter of the court is the emperor's own business. He likes to do it yesterday, as long as he doesn't have any ideas about it! We are just doing it and have no other hope. We just hope that these poor people can just hand over their rent. For other things - it will rain and mother wants to get married, let him go.

Looking at the long queue of rent-paying teams, Mr. Huang's eyebrows were almost tied up. He watched the accounting room weighing the tenants with a smile. From time to time, he stuck out his butt and looked at the scale, for fear that the accounting room would be bad and benefit the poor, so he secretly tried to reduce his own food.

The small doll goes out and the big doll is a thing for the local buns. I, Huang Yongtai, is a juren at least. How can I do the same as those ruthless local buns? How much scolding will it attract! According to the rules, how much success should be achieved? Our Huang family will never charge one more pill for rent, and there will definitely be one more pill for a lot of pills!

Do you know what the heart of the people is? Since ancient times, he said, "Those who win the heart of the people will win the world." Now it is his Zhu family. We have no idea. Become a good person, but this person's heart still needs to be. Why? Just take a name for yourself! Otherwise, when the county magistrate treats me, Huang Yongtai, can I take the first place? If it weren't for the reputation of sympathizing with the people and being a silly person, would the county magistrate look up to me? But then again, if I hadn't my eldest son who was the head of the capital, the county magistrate might have been so polite to me.

When Mr. Huang thought of his eldest son who was an official in Beijing, he couldn't help but think about the words his eldest son asked someone to send him last month, asking his family to give him three thousand taels of silver, saying that he had to go to the Beijing inspection team and he had to do some things to make a fortune, otherwise he would have to stay in the Ministry of Works to continue to be his small manager.

To be an official, you have to be a human being. These officials are all human beings. As long as you make a good person, the official will naturally be able to do it. How to make a good person? Just silver! It’s the old saying that money can make the devil push the grind! As long as the money is in place, everything will be in place!

It is a good thing for my son to be motivated, but the problem is that he will have to spend 3,000 taels this time! When he thought of this number, Mr. Huang subconsciously felt aching, and his cheeks were sore: My goodness, 3,000 taels, this is not a decimal, how many years will I have to charge for rent to receive this number.

After thinking for a long time, I made up my mind and bite my teeth. Money is something outside my body. I will not bring it to death. Anyway, I have suffered all my life and planned it for my whole life. It is also worth it if I can really make Quan'er a fat man!

Mr. Huang actually understood it very much. He knew that no matter how much the silver was, it would not be good if it was useless. Could it be that Chengdu was piled up at home and counted it when he was fine? This silver has to be used, it has to be used, and it has to be exchanged for silver! Now that my son wants to use this money to buy an official, the silver has to be brought out without hesitation. Why, because this silver is worth it and used on the blade! If you make a fortune, you can earn back 30,000 taels immediately. Do you think this business is worth it? Of course it is worth it!

Just as he was thinking about who to send to Beijing to deliver the money, he saw his own manager Tian Wuyi running over with an uneasy look on his face. Before he could come forward, he screamed from afar, looking anxious.

"Master, Master! No, the anime has arrived at our village, the anime has arrived at our village!..."

What? Anime?

Mr. Huang was stunned. What a fan? He moved his butt and wanted to understand, but his mind turned black and he was stunned. Why? Because he thought about what a fan was, wasn’t it just the Black and White Impermanence that killed people in the East Factory!

Mr. Huang also saw the world when he was young. The fame of a juren is not for nothing. Of course, he knew what it means to come to Dongchang. After contacting him, he couldn't help but turn pale. He thought that it might be my eldest son who committed something. Now Dongchang is going to search the house and destroy the family?

My biological mother, what happened to Quan'er? He got into trouble yesterday! There were hundreds of lives in my Huang family and several generations of family businesses. What should I do?

Thinking of the tricks of the Dongchang men, Mr. Huang was so scared that his seven souls had lost their six orifices. He sat down on the ground, his whole body was trembling, and he was almost foaming at him, which scared the servants and tenants around him. He opened his mouth wide and looked at Mr. Huang inexplicably. I wonder if he had sucked yesterday? Didn't you hear that Mr. Huang had the wind of sheep...

The manager Tian Wu was frightened when he saw his master so scared, but although he was very scared, he was not as confused as Master Huang, and his mind was a little clear-headed. He hurriedly helped the master up and comforted him in a low voice: "Master, don't panic, Master, don't panic, those guys only said that the master would go to see him, and did not say anything else. As for the smallest view, I am afraid that the eldest son might not have done anything in the capital."

"Is that true?"

After hearing what Tian Wu said, Mr. Huang recalled: Yes, I heard that if the Dongchang manuscript came to pick up people, he rushed in directly, so how could he ask people to spread it? If they were to spread it first, they were not from the Dongchang manuscript. It seems that they have been thinking too much, maybe these guys were just passing by temporarily and wanting to fight Qiufeng or something, they may not be really coming to our Huang family.

Thinking of this, Mr. Huang raised his foot and walked to the gate. As he walked, he asked Tian Wu: "How many people have come? Did you tell me why?"

Tian Wu hurriedly said, "The five people were all riding tall horses. They didn't say anything. The young man asked, but they ignored the young man and just asked the master to go by himself. The young man thought that the other party was from Beijing and could not be offended. Isn't he rushing to report the message to the master?"

"I hope something happened to Quan'er, otherwise my Huang family would be over..."

After asking the Bodhisattva to bless the Huang family, Huang Yongtai calmed down and restored his style of Master Huang, and ordered Tian Wu: "Hurry up to the tent, 300 taels of silver. These robes will not enter the Three Treasure Hall for no reason. Even if there is nothing wrong with our family, they will have to cut off our piece of meat. Today, this silver seems to be unsavory. The King of Hell is easy to meet, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with. They must cut some meat and kill people, otherwise, this little ghost will be dead."

"Hey, hey, I'll go here."

Tian Wu knew that he was powerful, so he responded quickly, turned around and wanted to go to the account to pay the money. Without running a few steps, he heard the master call him and hesitated for a while, saying, "No, three hundred taels are a little less. The other party is from the East Factory, so we can't be disrespectful. I think... it's better to have five hundred taels. You go now, hurry up!"

Tian Wu nodded again, ran back, and Huang Yongtai glanced at the front yard, took a deep breath, took a closer look at his own clothes, dusted the dust on his trousers, and then pretended to be calm and helped the two servants to the front yard gate.

As soon as we arrived at the door, we saw five tall horses hanging outside the door, all of which were of high-quality Mongolian horses. Five people stood in front of the horses. One of them wore round hats, and the four people behind them wore pointed hats, white leather boots, brown clothes, and small ribbons. The five people all carried an embroidered spring sword around their waists.

This was the first time Huang Yongtai saw the legendary Dongchang Anime so close. He couldn't help but feel a little numb because he didn't know the other party's purpose, and he felt even more uneasy. The calmness he had just recovered suddenly disappeared again, and his legs were trembling again. Especially when the round hat first stared at him and looked up and down, his eyes were very bad, and there was a sneer hidden in the corner of his mouth, which made him even more afraid and dared not say anything. He just stood there worriedly, not even raising his eyelids, looking like a prisoner waiting for trial in the lobby.

The servants next to him were much better than the master, and they dared to look at these fans. They didn't know what Dongchang or what fans they had. They only knew that the people in front of them were from the government. As for what they came to the village to find the master, they were not their concerns, and it was not their turn to worry about it.

When Mr. Huang was almost unable to hold on, the round hat spoke: "Are you Huang Yongtai?"

"ah?"

Huang Yongtai was still confused. The servant gently pushed him and woke up. He nodded quickly: "Xiaomin is Huang Yongtai." After pausing, he asked nervously: "I wonder why several officials came to the village?"

Huang Yongtai is full of fame and reputation as a Juren. It is not necessary to be so humble, but the name of Dongchang is too scary, and the county master can only tremble when he comes, let alone an old Juren, so he must be respectful. Moreover, he is really afraid that in his eyes, these five actors in broad daylight are really like the black and white impermanence, which makes people feel panicked when they see them.

The round hat man did not answer Mr. Huang’s question, but asked directly: “Do you have the eldest son who serves as the head of the Ministry of Works?”

When he heard this, Mr. Huang "suddenly" and his eyelids kept beating and his voice began to knot: "Yes, yes... the child Huang Quan is now... in the head of the Ministry of Works..." After stammeringly replying, Mr. Huang suddenly "plopped" and knelt on the ground, asking in a trembling voice: "How many... the officials, the child Huang... the child Huang Quan is a crime?"

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Chapter completed!