Nanjing, Dingjia Village.

This is a small village located on the outskirts of the city. It is similar to the thousands of villages in the Ming Dynasty. The people who eat on this land by their surnames are all relatives.

This season should be the autumn harvest. In the golden fields outside the village, there are one or two hundred farmers and women working hard, and at the entrance of the village, there are a large group of half-large and small-sized kids chasing and fighting.

The child's laughter and the chirping of chickens and dogs everywhere in the village are mixed together, and what is presented is an ordinary, harmonious and stable civilian society.

When the adults finished their busy schedules, they began to shout different nicknames, which reminded that the time for dinner was up, which also meant that the happy time for these children would end here.

"Now, the food has been eaten up. I will send people to collect the money. I will keep half of the remaining ones and I will take them to the city to sell them."

The man in charge was eating mixed grains and steamed buns, looking at two or three plates of pickled pickles in front of him, eating with relish.

"The food price has been getting lower and lower in the past two years, so I'm afraid it's not much money to sell."

My wife had already finished her meal now, sitting at the head of the bed, sewing a thick coat, and occasionally glanced at the corner of the bed.

"I plan to buy two bacon and two more pieces of Susain for the money I sell."

The wife was shocked and put down the thick clothes in her hand: "Boss, are you crazy?"

If you don’t have the New Year or the Festival, why not buy bacon? Don’t say it’s not the New Year. Even if it’s the New Year, there is no such reason to spend money.

Two hangings of bacon and two pieces of Susa, half of the harvest this year was spent.

"If you don't buy it for nothing, it's not our own food and clothing."

The man stretched out his big hand covered with calluses and put it on his son's head next to him, and laughed silly: "I plan to send it to Mr. Zong. A few days ago, I heard Lao Wu say that there is a chance to send children to the city to school in our village. I want to fight for Dog Sheng."

In the past two years, Nanjing has opened several more children's and young students, but one admission quota is also precious and tight. The Education Department, a relatively small student in Nanjing, has been supervising it, strictly checking whether every child with admission quota is a real ordinary person or sent by those high-ranking officials and noble families.

But even so, it is absolutely not the turn of millions of people in Nanjing to transfer this precious quota outside the city.

"It's not the boss of Uncle Gen's family who is still good at it. I passed the government exam last year. I heard that I am now working in the education department. This place was won by the old man for our Dingjia Village."

The man first envied a few words, then patted his son's head: "You have to send your child to school, so that you can have a bright future if you stay in the village. Otherwise, you can't follow us to learn to grow for the rest of your life. What future can you have if you continue like this for generations?"

The wife nodded and was very supportive after knowing the purpose of the money: "As long as the child can be sent in, the money will be worth it. If it is not enough, you can go to the bank to get some more, and there is only one place. I guess the village will have to break the head."

"I won't say it."

The man sighed: "It's a good thing that Zong doesn't have a grandson in his hometown, otherwise he won't have to fight."

"Bad Mr. Zong."

The wife snorted dissatisfiedly: "As a village chief, all the good things in the village will be gathered to her home. The two sons are one of them, and the other is rich. Bah! The old guy who eats the card deserves that his family can't give birth to a boy, so there are only a few granddaughters."

"After, by seniority, it's my uncle, so be kind."

The man glared and immediately hummed a few words without any resentment.

"The old guy lived for a long time. When there was such a feast in Beijing a few years ago, I heard that I had met the emperor. I have never had this opportunity in recent years, so I would brag about these old-fashioned and dirty millet every day. The prefectures and counties received the burials, so no one would give him a face to him."

After saying that, he looked at his son and laughed foolishly.

"Our Gou Sheng has been smart since he was a child. This time we work hard to send him to school. When we grow up, we can follow several old universities and take the civil servant exam. If we can become officials, then our family will be really smoke from the grave of our ancestors."

"What is an official?"

Gou Sheng raised his little head and looked at the man and asked.

The latter was stunned when asked. Before he could reply, he heard the daughter-in-law say: "Officials are promising people, the best and the most noble person."

A good person?

Gou Sheng immediately realized: "Is it just like the one I rode my father on my neck when I was a child?"

My wife was amused, but she nodded.

"Yes, after becoming an official, you can ride on someone else's head."

"What are you talking nonsense?"

The man gave his wife a blank look: "Dog left, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. You have to work even if you become an official, and you have to work hard for the people."

"gab."

The wife was a little disdainful: "You take this seriously. Which official is as good as you said? You don't eat delicacies all day long, and you have never seen them worry about the people's affairs."

The man slapped the chopsticks and started to make a fuss: "Hey, I said why do you complain so much all day long? The officials are not good at being good people. The boss of Uncle Gen's family knew to pick up the quota for school in the village. Besides, when I entered the city, wasn't there a plaque saying "Serve the people" hanging in front of the yamen in the city?

This is what the Emperor said, listen carefully.”

The emperor's name frightened his wife. Although he was a little unhappy, he still curled his lips: "Anyway, let me see that none of the rich and officials are good people. They have enjoyed all the blessings, and we suffer all the sufferings."

"I think you're just a typical overeating."

The man slammed the table angrily: "You forgot what Mr. Zong said before. Since the 12th year of Jianwen, any household in our village who only has less than three acres of land but more than two children will be exempted from Fuzi. Other households have also changed from 20 taxes to 30 taxes that are unified with other provinces.

Having said that, just look at the two sons in Renzong's hometown who are rich, but they didn't build roads for our village? You think that carts of cement are cheap. Do you ask our family if they want a penny? The rich people contribute money to the village. Like the boss of Uncle Gen's family, they work hard for our village and strive for quotas to go to school. They are all contributing to our village. Unlike you women, who don't do anything serious all day, they will complain behind their backs.

Have you been hungry all these years? Now your life is getting better and better. Every household can eat and drink enough. If you put down your chopsticks, you will scold your mother.

If you are not in charge of an official position, the court will let you lead the family. With your thoughts, the people are really starving to death. They have a broken mouth and are ungrateful."

My wife was scolded to the point of being honest and didn't dare to retaliate. She silently packed up the dishes on the table and started to wash them.

At this moment, a sound of horse hooves sounded outside the window, and he cursed angrily.

"I'm going to be the ones who are watching the game after watching the game. I'm going to die every day."
Chapter completed!