In addition to the absence of an emperor and a harem and a crown prince, Beijing has it, and Nanjing has it.

The Terracotta Division of the Five Cities of Nanjing, like Beijing, is under the control of the Ministry of War, but the old father-in-law of the prince of the county who does not have a family or a prince is appointed as the commander of the soldiers and horses who do not do anything in name, and there are actually deputy commanders and managers.

Like Beijing, the Nandu Terracotta Division also deals with the market, by the way, look at the city gate, and at the same time has a part-time errand, that is, to collect taxes for the internal garrison yamen.

Although the majority of the people are asked to collect the internal garrison yamen, the various gates that collect taxes can always get a lot of oil and water, so generally the people who collect taxes at the designated points at each gate are the people who are trustworthy to the deputy commander of the Soldiers and Horses Division.

The small treasury, regardless of ancient or modern, has to be handled by someone who has a relationship with the leader. People who are not at ease with the leader can touch such a confidential matter.

Su San is the person who is relieved by the leader, and his cousin-in-law is the deputy commander of the Xicheng Terracotta Division, so thanks to his cousin-in-law's blessing, Su San is fixed to collect taxes in Jubaomen.

But don't look at the tax collection and setting up a small treasury is fat, but the people in charge of the front line are also really bitter, dog days and thirty-nine days, they get up no later than entering the city. For if they go late, they will have no land to gain.

This also shows that people who get up early and work hard will definitely have good fortune.

As usual, Su got up in the dark before dawn for three days and went to the door to be busy.

When the gates of the city were opened at dawn, the first to pour into the city were the vegetable vendors outside the city.

These vegetable sellers are not the ones who walk along the streets and alleys, but the big peddlers, and the guild will call them vegetable heads.

There can be dozens or even hundreds of small vegetable heads under a big vegetable head, and the small vegetable head directly deals with the farmers who grow vegetables, and when they receive the vegetables, they are pulled into Nanjing City by car, and then the big vegetable heads are uniformly assigned to various vegetable markets, and the small vegetable vendors are waiting there.

Nanjing has millions of residents, and eating and drinking Lazar on this day is not a small number. Not to mention anything else, just this food transport into the city, at most, there are seven or eight hundred vegetable trucks of all kinds that enter the city on the side of Jubaomen.

Each car is to collect more than a dozen coppers, a day from the vegetable seller alone can collect seven or eight thousand wen, plus other vendors, transport ducks and geese to transport goods, dare not say that the daily income is gold, but the daily income is three or five hundred taels.

More than 10,000 taels a month, a year is about 100,000 taels, there are 13 city gates in the inner city of Nanjing, this alone is called the inner garrison hall every year to earn millions of taels.

Which one is not blushing with this money?

But who dares to get involved?

The tax of Nanjing Zhumen is collected by the internal supervisor, but Grandpa Cheng will set it at that meeting!

The emperor of Beijing can refer to this silver, and the most important thing in the garrison every year is not to review the officers and soldiers of the southern capital, but to transport the millions of imperial flowers and silver to the Beijing division. Without this imperial silver, the emperor's inner treasury would have to shrink by one-third.

Of course, money is too much to keep in hand, this is also the rule.

How many people can really go to the inner library, that is the emperor's business, it is the father-in-law's business, Su San doesn't care, he only knows that he has to complete the task of fifty taels every day.

These fifty taels belong to the cousin-in-law and the Soldiers and Horses, and they are also the acquiescence of the inner garrison, and how much he Su San can get depends on his ability.

If you're lucky, it's three or five taels, and if you're unlucky, it may be dozens of dollars.

This luck has to do with the background of the "taxpayer".

Those who have connections in the city are likely to be official and not beneficial.

It doesn't matter, it's possible to give him some benefits. Otherwise, Su Tou will be unhappy and tell you to wait in line? When you are let in, I am afraid that the vegetable markets in the city will be scattered, and when the time comes, who will buy your stale vegetables and fish?

If there are things to come, they will directly set the "yearly" or "monthly" system with the heads of the soldiers and horses, which saves a lot of things.

Most of the people who don't come to the business are new to this industry, either from other places, or they haven't visited the dock yet. This kind of person is also the favorite of the city gates to collect taxes.

After looking at the sky and seeing that it was almost over, Su San pinched his nose and went up to the city tower, he didn't want to stay below. After the door opens, people will not be let in first, but the incense cart will be carried out first.

This incense cart is not a incense car, but a dung truck, which is collected by various dung shops and transported to the city for sale to farmers for farming. There are big dung shops that transport dung to the Yangtze River and load it on big ships and take it to Jiangbei to sell.

Profits, very considerable.

I heard that there is no shortage of incense on the Qinhuai River.

"Incense, incense!"

After going up to the city gate tower, Su Datou shouted a few times, and the dozen or so tax soldiers below worked together to lower the door bolt, and then pushed the city gate open, and then quickly retreated to both sides.

The cool air in the cave of the city gate is swishing out, and the urn city on both sides is also black, and I feel cold when I walk to the side. Grandpa Tai spent a lot of money to repair this Nanjing city back then, and I heard that this urn city alone can hide 100,000 soldiers.

The vendors who entered the city outside knew how to get out of the incense cart first, and lined up in a long queue. No matter how smelly the incense car is, they have to endure it.

When the hundreds of incense carts lined up in the city saw the city gate open, the leading coachman flicked his whip, and the carriage slowly drove towards the outside of the city. One after another, and soon, the stench permeated the sky above the city gate, even if Su San hid on the city gate, the smell was like a fly, and it revolved around his nose in a daze.

Vendors lining up outside the city either cover their noses with their hands or cover their noses with towels to try to keep themselves smelling as little as possible. Those who were anxious kept looking into the city, counting how many dung trucks came out and how many cars were in front of their homes.

If you are in the market business, entering the city earlier means that you can sell out your things earlier.

However, there are also powerful hawkers and coachmen who are not afraid of the smell at all, and gather around the chaos stalls to eat for themselves.

One is waiting to enter, the other is coming out, and the order is in order, after all, there have been rules for more than 200 years.

But the incense cart in the city has just entered the city gate cave, and the first car has not yet come out, and everyone is waiting patiently, but there are two carriages behind that are rushing to the city gate cave.

"Stop, stop!"

The officers and soldiers of the Soldiers and Horses Division guarding outside the city saw it and immediately shouted.

The vendors on the side also shouted, either thinking that they were two people who did not understand the rules of entering the city, or they thought that they were here to grab the queue.

Su San also listened to the movement in the city, and looked at it on the battlements, happy, didn't he give him money to spend on Su Tou!

Without saying a word, he hurriedly went down the city wall, this kind of daredevil, who doesn't understand the rules, is the opportunity to give Su Tou the opportunity to "deal with the law".

The tax collectors under the city also think the same way, and everyone above has money to take, and they can't be empty-handed.

How to make money, that is the eight immortals crossing the sea, each with his own ability.

The two tax collectors stepped forward to stop the two carriages with straight faces, thinking that the other party would definitely stop in fright when they saw the soldiers, but they didn't know that the people in the carriage rushed up directly with a whip.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The people in the car were still energetic, not only did not stop, but shouted for the vehicles in front of them to get out of the way.

"Bastard, you want to kill someone!"

The two tax collectors were almost bumped into, and they cursed angrily. The rest of the tax collectors saw this scene and immediately rushed forward.

I haven't seen such a rampant lord for many years, and if I don't break your skin, they will wear this military uniform in vain!

But the speed of the two carriages was too fast, and the tax collectors could not hold back, nor did they dare to block in front, which frightened the dung procession that was leaving the city.

"Stop, it's crashing, it's going to crash!"

The coachman who was at the head saw the two carriages rushing towards him, and he was so frightened that he hurried to stop, but before he could park the cart, a carriage drove along the side of his dung cart.

Before he could recover his senses, another carriage came, but this time it crashed directly into his dung cart.

The dung truck was called such a collision, and the incense bucket on the car suddenly shook, and then a bucket of dung was splashed out, and the splashed driver was all over the body, and a few vendors waiting to enter the city on the side were also "all wet", either on the shoes or on the pants, and they angrily pointed at the carriage that caused the accident and scolded.

But the people in the carriage that caused the accident turned a deaf ear, and hit the horse and rushed in. Now, there is a mess in the city gate.

When Su San came down, the two carriages had already arrived in the middle of the cave at the city gate, and seeing that the people in front of him did not stop, Su San was also anxious, and was about to ask someone to move out the retaining trees on the edge of the city wall, but he was in a trance, and then a spirit told the men who were ready to stop the car not to move and let them go.

"Drive, drive!"

Two daredevil-like carriages were really squeezed through the hole in the city gate, and after the wheels, there was a filth behind them, and the hole in the city gate was full of curses.

After successfully squeezing out, the people in the carriage did not look at the tax collectors on both sides, and drove the carriage straight into the city.

"Su Tou, why did you let it go?"

The tax collectors waited for the carriage to disappear into the street, and then gathered around to ask what was going on.

Su San shouted angrily: "Stop? Stop it, didn't you see that it was someone from Dongningbo Mansion in the car! ”

"Dong Ning Bo Mansion?"

The tax collectors were stunned, and then they all wondered: how did the people of Dongningbo Mansion rush around as if they were rushing to reincarnate.

Someone remembered something and hurriedly said: "Su Tou, it seems that a few days ago, I saw Dong Ningbo taking people out of the city." ”

Someone nodded and said, "I heard that it was the Marquis of Fengcheng who took the soldiers of the three battalions out for a review, why, did they come back?" After speaking, he was shocked again, and said in a lost voice: "Isn't it Dong Ningbo in the car?" ”

But no one answered him, because everyone was glad that if Su Fa hadn't spoken in time, he really stopped the uncle, and they would have to be whipped a few times each. Even if it's not an uncle, it's someone else in the uncle's mansion, they will be unlucky.

These people from the Hou Mansion and the Bofu are fighting for their power, but they can't afford to offend.

………

It was definitely not Dong Ningbo in the carriage, but his nephew Jiao Chengye.

In order to rush back to Nanjing to report the news and raise money to ransom people, Jiao Chengye was in a hurry.

As soon as he returned to the uncle's house, he didn't bother to ask the uncle if she had gotten up, so she rushed to the uncle's residence, and then asked the maid to quickly call the uncle.

"Chengye, you're back, what's so urgent? … What about your uncle? …”

When Mrs. Dongning Bo Zhao came over, she smelled that her nephew seemed to have a foul smell, and she was slightly stunned, and when she saw her nephew's panicked face, she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.

Seeing the aunt who treated him like his own son, Jiao Chengye's nervous and suppressed psychology for days was released, and he stepped forward and cried: "Uncle, my uncle called someone to tie up!" ”