Jingdong Road.

Qingzhou, Linzi County.

The scorching sun burns the earth, and the misty heat waves rise.

Both people and animals were tired, and even the cicadas were chirping among the trees seemed weak.

At the east gate of the county town, two officers leaned against the shade of the door, feeling sleepy.

Not far away, there is a tea shop.

The tea shop was crude, and a straw hut was set up in front of the shop. Three or five big men sat under the straw hut, talking nonsense.

"Is this thief bird sky going to make you so hot?"

A dark-faced man spat, spitted open his clothes with his hands, revealing his colorful tattoos on his body.

A thug suggested: "Brothers, how about going to Xiaodong River to play in water? I can't say I can touch a few fish and have a tooth-beating sacrifice."

“Good idea.”

"Go away, go play with water!"

This proposal was unanimously agreed by other ruffians.

However, they did not take action and turned their eyes to a tall and sturdy figure.

He has a handsome face, more than six feet tall, and has twisted muscles. (Note: One foot in the Northern Song Dynasty is about 31 cm.)

At this moment, the muscles full of explosive power were soaked in sweat, as if they were covered with a layer of oil, with a unique sense of roughness and domineering beauty.

On his open chest, a tiger descending down the mountain was tattooed, which was breathtaking.

Anyone who sees it will praise you, good man!

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the black-faced man who had spoken before urged: "Second Brother Han, are you going?"

Upon hearing this, Han Zhen withdrew his thoughts and waved his hand and said, "You go, don't worry about me."

Several rascals looked at each other and felt that Brother Han was a little strange these two days.

However, they didn't think much about it, maybe it was too hot and there was too much people.

"Brother Han, we're going."

"Go."

Seeing the figures of several people out of the city gate, Han Zhen fell into deep thought again.

Traveled through time.

Good news: After traveling through time, you will have a great job...what is because you have a strong body and great strength.

It is even a bit exaggerated, and has almost reached the peak of human physique, and there seems to be endless energy in the body.

It is easy to lift a heavy object of three or five hundred pounds.

Bad news: Traveling through the fifth year of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty.

At this time, only three and a half years have passed since the Jingkang Incident and the Northern Song Dynasty destroyed the country.

Moreover, his identity after traveling through time is a ruffian.

Even though he has a good reputation in Linzi County because of his generous personality and righteousness, he is still a thug.

Just like the overlord among beggars, he is still a beggar.

The class leaps in ancient times was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

He was confident that he would make a fortune by using the knowledge of later generations, but in this era of rampant corrupt officials, having money was a sin.

Without background or official status, he is just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Little did he know that Zhu Xie, who was in the south, used the flower and stone gang to destroy many wealthy businessmen and landlords.

And he is not giving in too much to Jingdong Road.

The key is that even if you buy a home business and manage your relationships, the golden man will be called in a few years, and then everything will return to the starting point.

Individuals are too small in the face of the world's general trend.

It seems that the only option is to move south with the flow when the Jin soldiers came.

After all, the Southern Song Dynasty had lasted for more than a hundred years, which was enough to live a lifetime.

Just as he was thinking, a woman walked out of the tea shop.

The woman is about twenty years old, she is pretty and has a pair of peach blossom eyes.

As we walked, the plump grinding disc appeared and loomed under the coarse linen.

When he came to Han Zhen, the woman picked up the teapot and added a cup of herbal tea for him, and said carelessly: "Erlang, why are you listless? Could it be that you are sick?"

"It's okay, the weather is too hot and it's so stuffy." Han Zhen casually said perfunctorily, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The woman was worried: "It's better to go to the clinic to find Dr. Wang to take a look?"

Han Zhen patted his chest, made a dull collision sound, and chuckled, "It's really nothing, you don't know my body yet? It's stronger than a cow!"

Looking at his explosive muscles, the woman's pair of peach blossom eyes became more moist and said in a slight voice: "Hmph, then I won't see you here these days."

"Aren't you here today?"

Han Zhen's heart moved and patted the millstone gently, which caused a burst of anger.

The woman called An Niang, the owner of this tea shop and Han Zhen’s lover.

An Niang is not a widow, but on the contrary, she has men, children, and a blind mother-in-law.

However, the man was conscripted for labor service two years ago. He accidentally slid down the valley while transporting grain and broke his waist. He could only lie on the bed for the rest of his life, eating and waiting to die.

The pillars of the family collapsed, the child was still young, and the mother-in-law was blind again, and the burden of supporting the family was on An Niang alone.

Fortunately, she was very active and sold several acres of land at home, borrowed from home and opened a tea shop in the county town.

A woman has a difficult business and is beautiful, so she often makes trouble, and some officials use various miscellaneous taxes to make things difficult for her.

Han Zhen helped her several times, and An Niang was very grateful. After a while, the two of them got better.

The relationship between the two is somewhat similar to a gang-up trap.

While talking, a yamen runner led seven or eight archers from outside the county.

The gang of archers and shoulders, holding them, including food, bedding, and crock pots. The head yamen runners even carried three chickens in their hands.

After just one look, Han Zhen and An Niang understood which family must have been harmed again.

The yamen runner Han Zhen recognized it as Liu Yong, who worked in the county yamen.

After entering the city gate, the group of people came straight to the tea shop.

As soon as he sat down, Liu Yong shouted: "An Niang, bring the braised plum water quickly. This bird is so naive that it is so hot."

Braised plum water is the sour plum juice from later generations.

Tea shops not only sell tea, but also sell various fragrant drinks and foods according to the season.

After more than a hundred years of development in the Northern Song Dynasty, the dietary period of Huizong was very close to later generations.

The braised plum water that was passed by Jingshui was cold and sour. After drinking a cup, Liu Yong couldn't help but breathe a sip of turbid air.

Han Zhen glanced at the three flapping chickens on the ground and asked, "Tao Liu Du, who was suffering from the disaster?"

Liu Yong wiped the sweat from his face and replied, "Wang Laili from Xiaowang Village, this guy responded to Yaqian and fled into the mountains with his wife and children last night."

An Niang, who was standing beside her, frowned slightly and said curiously: "I remember that Wang Fuli is not a fourth-class household, why did he respond to the yamen?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Liu Du looked around and lowered his voice: "I only tell you two, don't go out and talk nonsense. Wang Yuanwai fell in love with a few acres of paddy fields passed down by Wang Yuanli's family. Wang Yuanwai refused to sell it. Wang Yuanwai then found Xu Zhuzhuzhu, called the clerk to define Wang Yuanli's family as a third-class household, and arranged the yamen front."

There was a very strange household order system in the Northern Song Dynasty, which divided farmers into five levels.

The first and second grades are landlords of all sizes, the third grades are rich households, and the fourth and fifth grades are poor farmers and tenants.

As for how to divide and determine, each prefecture and county is different. Some places are based on the amount of tax paid, while others are based on the total family property.

When the imperial court collected heavy taxes and levies of labor, in order to take care of the lower households, it was carried out from wealth to poverty.

Since first and second grades are more, third grades are second grades, and fourth and fifth grades are less likely to be exempted.

At first glance, do you think this policy is pretty good and take care of the poor peasants at the bottom?

However, after actual implementation, it completely changed.

Because you are a household of the same level, what you say is not the limit, but the government will only determine it.

It is very simple for the county officials to harm a household. They just need to go to his house and point to something and say that this is worth 50 guan and that is worth 80 guan. There must be more than 300 guan in total, which is a third-class household.

If you reach the third-class household, you can get a jail in front of the yamen.

Yaqian was one of the many corvee labor services in the Northern Song Dynasty.

To put it simply, it means running errands to the government for free, and having to bear food and accommodation at your own expense, and at the same time bear unlimited liability.

For example, if the government suddenly increases taxes one day, if the Yaqian cannot collect the taxes, the difference will need to be paid out of its own pocket.
To be continued...