No matter how good Lin Yanchao's suggestion is, but his proposal is supported by Governor Fu, it is different.

That's a signal.

Lord Futai and the Lord of the Second Mansion have reached a consensus, so what else to say, as subordinates, they must agree.

All the officials expressed their 'deep approval' and supported the collective decision of the 'government committee'.

He Tongju thought to himself that in the past, the Zhengyin of the Mansion and Zuo Er were not in harmony, and the political affairs were a mess and could not be carried out. When there was discord, one person was in the east, the other was in the west, and the officials below were also watching and did not know what to do.

But now that everyone can work together, then the Guide Mansion is expected to be governed, which is a blessing for the people.

Fu Zhiyuan saw that all the officials said yes, and said at the moment: "Fang Cai Wu Beijia said well, governing the country, only the word "governing officials", Sima's method of 'stringing votes' can curb the exploitation of the people by officials when urging the department." This is a good law, the government decided to set up a 'string of votes' in the seven counties and one state of the government, and then urge the yamen, accept households, and urge each to hold a vote, what do you think? ”

All the officials bowed their heads together and said, "Yes, Futai!" ”

Fu Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Colleagues, the summer tax is the only right offering. As officials, we must not erode and make the imperial court's taxes short, and we must not use this to harm the people and extort them arbitrarily. If anyone continues to know the law and break the law, then the government will not be blamed. ”

This last sentence made the officials furry in their hearts.

Listening to the thunder in a silent place, although Fu Zhiyuan's words were flat, he remembered the methods he used when he first arrived at the mansion. Every move of this prefect is not an idle move, he is the kind of official who really wants to get rid of the cheating.

In the next few days, the summer rain in June melted into Shangqiu City.

The summer tax was about to be paid, and Shangqiu City was very busy, and the common people drove and waited, carrying stacks of winter wheat into the city, and then went straight to the rice shop.

Henan's summer tax is mainly levied on winter wheat, which is generally harvested before May and at the end of April.

The receipt of the imperial court's urging department has already been distributed to Nahu.

Although a whip law is the official to close the official solution, but in fact it cannot be done, there are not so many officials in the yamen, so the general process of the government is still to use the chief to urge the collection of money and grain, and then send the servant to detain the method when encountering stubborn households who are in arrears and do not pay the money and grain.

There is a long convoy in front of the Mihang Gate.

Wealthy families hired horse-drawn carts, screw carts and other animal-powered carts, and their families had a lot of fields, and the more acres of land they had after a whip, the more taxes they paid, and they had to pay the amount with a cart.

The poor families pushed chicken carts, and they calculated that in addition to the summer tax, there would also be green seedling money, so they had been busy for a year, and they didn't know how much money they had left.

The common people were talking, and then they saw the rice shop open.

As soon as the rice store opened, the people flocked to the outside of the rice store's cabinet to ask the shopkeeper about the market. The shopkeeper behind the counter said lazily: "The prices are all hung on it, won't you look at it?" ”

But I saw two lines of words hanging on the water sign.

But the common people are illiterate, looking at the water card is wide-eyed, there is still an old farmer who read out 'wheat three dollars and five cents and one stone, barley two dollars and five cents and one stone'.

"What?"

The common people were a little incredulous: "What about the wheat in March?" ”

The shopkeeper sneered: "Nine coins and one stone? Last year, when there was a big flood, one or two stones, two or two stones were not sold. ”

"That's not as cheap as you sell, the government is only five dollars a stone for silver wheat, and four dollars a stone for barley." The common people shouted.

"Then you can transport the grain to the government as usual, and see if the government collects it?" The shopkeeper is very sure.

The people lost their voices for a while, and the reminder of the summer tax had just been obtained, and the borrowed green seedling money had not been repaid. After a whip law, the government cashier did not collect grain, and the field rent of how much rice it used to collect was converted into silver.

Wheat is five dollars a stone, and barley is four dollars a stone, which is about the average price of a year.

The crowd said angrily: "Don't pay this profiteer, everyone should take it home." After two or three months, food prices will naturally fall. ”

The shopkeeper was confident, and the abacus dialed with his fingers sneered: "Ship it back? Don't pay summer tax? ”

"The court regulations, the summer tax is not more than August, if you dare not postpone it, the government will go to the countryside to chase the comparison, and the iron chain will be taken to the county office, and then the flail will be three or five days, will you accept it then?"

The abacus crackled, pressing the words of the common people back into their stomachs.

"Boss, let's open grace, let's live a good life, and we still have wives and children to support at home." The common people began to whisper.

"You have wives and children to raise, and I also have wives and children. Why don't you give me mercy? The shopkeeper pointed at these people and scolded them, but when he saw the carts and horses outside the rice store coming again, he said, "You poor ghosts don't sell it, open the door, and there are people doing business with their own people. ”

The people saw that there were really a few cars parked at the door of the rice shop, and without saying a word, the price was negotiated, and the guys in the rice shop went down to carry the grain bags on the car. Along the way, the yellow millet fell from the rice bag to the ground from time to time, and the shopkeeper finished the abacus on the counter and weighed the silver for delivery.

The common people looked at the silver and swallowed saliva in their mouths, and they were all envious.

"Don't believe it, that's To!" Several people whispered.

"To?" The shopkeeper didn't bother to pay attention to it, and said to the side: "Knock these people out, I don't want a penny or a stone." Find someone else to collect it! ”

The miding in the rice line was booming at the moment, and several ordinary people were begging.

More ordinary people look at me, I look at you, their faces are full of bitterness, the rice and wheat on the carts outside are all planted by them with blood and sweat, this year there are good officials like Lin Qingtian in Guide Mansion, I thought that they could not be exploited by corrupt officials and corrupt officials, so that they could live a good life, but in the end they still encountered profiteers, and the dream was still broken.

"Pay it!"

Everyone was thinking in the bottom of their hearts, and at this moment, a voice came from outside: "Folks, I heard that over there in the farmer's money village, wheat is four dollars and five cents and one stone, and barley is three dollars and five cents and one stone!" ”

"The news is true, Lin Qingtian said on behalf of the government, don't let Gu cheap hurt the peasants."

"That's right, that's right, the county government and the government have posted notices in front of the government! Come with me, I'm late, but I'm not late. ”

At this time, at the gate of the rice shop, the common people were a sensation, everyone didn't say a word, the horses were driven by horses, the whips of mules were whipped, and the chicken cart was pushed up with their hands and feet.

It was still a busy rice shop at the door, and suddenly people went to the empty building.

Only the yellow mud road left rut marks.

The sharp-toothed shopkeeper was dumb at this moment, and his face was like frost, and he opened his mouth, and stretched out his hand to stop one or two, but he could not afford to lose this face.

How could he beg these country mud legs?

Several ordinary people spat in front of his door and scolded: "My eyes have fallen into the eyes of money!" We won't give you a grain of rice this year! ”

PS: This article is dedicated to Mr. Ye Shengtao's "Three or Five Buckets Overcharged".