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Zhang Juren left Shanghe Village after Zhu Ping'an's "learning valley" move, he accompanied his wife to his mother's house, and could not stay for a long time, Zhu Ping'an and the village elders and others were sent to the entrance of the village to see him leave. {，。 hua sugar novel

After sending Zhang Juren away, Zhu Ping'an was invited to the village by the village and the village elders to the village Zheng's house, and made plans for the school valley.

Before I got home, I heard the sound of people in my yard, as if I was rushing to the market.

"Master Zhu is back"

Before Zhu Ping'an could enter the door, he heard an excited voice coming from the courtyard.

Master Zhu

When Zhu Ping'an heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and before he raised his foot to enter the door, he was surrounded by the excited crowd in the yard.

"Little Lao'er is a good hand at farming, I implore Master Zhu to take him in, and be a cow and a horse" An old man dressed in patches, very respectful, but very excited, came to Zhu Ping'an, and his tone was a little upside down.

"Master Zhu, our family is a family, no cook, I am the second pillar of Bianjia Village, I have been making a big spoon in the town for more than ten years, let me come to the back kitchen, and the cooking is guaranteed to be fragrant."

A man with a big head and a thick neck and oily clothes on his face patted his chest to pack tickets.

"I'm a rough man, but I have strength, let me be a housekeeper."

"I can also farm."

"Master Zhu will accept us." Everyone else also gathered around, scrambling to recommend themselves.

"Master Zhu, my two daughters are both yellow flower girls, leave them to serve tea and pour water for Master Zhu, the work can be neat, if Master Zhu can see it, he can also warm the bed."

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Then Zhu Ping'an saw that the uncle's two little loli with pigtails were staring at him innocently with big round eyes, and one of them was biting his fingers and drooling.

The older ones are up to six years old, and the younger ones are only four or five years old

It's not as tall as a table leg. At this age, you will warm up the bed

Zhu Ping'an's face was black

Looking at the people in the courtyard who were scrambling to recommend themselves as slaves and servants, the corners of Zhu Ping'an's mouth twitched a little, this is the dedication of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Ping'an also knows something about the dedication. Most of the modern historical book reviews have a critical attitude towards this, almost defining it as an important reason for the fall of the Ming Dynasty.

In fact, in Zhu Ping'an's eyes, dedication should also be talked about separately, for the country. Giving is certainly a lot of harm and no benefit, but this is not the case for the villagers.

If it was not good for them to make a voluntary contribution like this, they would certainly not be like this.

How to say it.

This is like a means of tax avoidance, which is also the wisdom of the ancient working people, the imperial court does not levy taxes and does not levy forced labor for the families of officials, so the working people think that if I become an official and raise people's families, won't it be the same tax exemption and exemption from forced labor, how can it be done, it is okay to donate land to become tenants, and it is also okay to sacrifice yourself to become a domestic slave.

In the Ming Dynasty, although the imperial court clearly stipulated that the field tax was very low. No more than one-tenth, but it can't withstand layers of inventory and layer by layer, and it is a common practice of drenching and kicking fires, which is a heavy burden on ordinary farmers. On the other hand, the Ming Dynasty is quite heavy, building roads and bridges, escorting food, and even sending three melons and two dates to travel thousands of miles to the capital, which is time-consuming and costly, and it is unspeakably miserable.

Therefore, some farmers "donated" their fields to the eunuchs' homes. In fact, they still cultivate their own crops, but the dignitaries have the privilege of being exempt from taxes and do not have to pay taxes, and the farmers save on tax expenses. Even if he had to pay rent to the wealthy, he would be happy to do so if it was less than the taxes of the imperial court and the usual expenses of the magistrates. This is similar to when foreign companies in China used to enjoy various preferential treatments, many people tried to find a foreign or overseas shareholder, hang a foreign capital brand to avoid taxes, and land investment was similar to this.

But. In any case, it is beneficial and harmless for officials and people, and it is also the advantage of those in power, well, the so-called exploiting class.

Understanding is understanding, but

"Yaya will warm the bed"

The drooling four- and five-year-old Lori waved her fleshy little paws, and repeated an uncle's words in a milky voice, which made Zhu Ping'an almost spurt out a mouthful of old blood

"Hello is here, come on, come in."

At this moment, Chen, the mother who heard the movement, waved her hand excitedly at the door of the house and called Zhu Ping'an over.

With the rescue of his mother, Chen, Zhu Ping'an was able to walk through the courtyard through the crowd and into the house.

The villagers were still very respectful to Zhu Ping'an, the old man, and when they saw that Chen called Zhu Ping'an something, they all consciously made way for Zhu Ping'an.

"Hurry up, look." Mother Chen was very excited and pulled Zhu Ping'an to the back room, pointing to the various gifts stacked on the bed and under the bed, for Zhu Ping'an to see.

"This is" Zhu Ping'an looked at the various gifts placed in the room, a little confused.

"Just now when you were at Muramasa's house, many people came one after another to send these things, saying that they had to put down everything, and my mother couldn't stop them." Chen's eyes lit up as he looked at the gifts that filled the bedroom.

You didn't stop you, Mom.

Looking at the Chen family with shining eyes, Zhu Ping'an silently slandered in his heart.

However, it's nothing, and I'm not a pedantic person, so it's a human sophistication to be sent to usher.

What's more, Mother Chen is still so excited, so she won't spoil the scenery. But you can't accept gifts anymore.

"Oh, I almost forgot, there are also these land deeds, this is fifteen acres of paddy fields, this is also fifteen acres of paddy fields, well, this is a lot, this is fifty acres of watered land, and these fields are quite close to our village, all of which are sent by the local rich people. There's also a grocery store in town, who sent it and these silver tickets, and my mother hasn't had time to count them."

Mother Chen suddenly remembered the title deed as she spoke, and found a small pile of title deeds from Zhu's father's broken shoes under the bed, and then took out several silver tickets from under a brick underground, sat on the bed and told Zhu Ping'an one by one.

"Mother" Zhu Ping'an opened his mouth when he was interrupted by his mother Chen.

Mother Chen firmly grasped the title deed in her hand, like a miser, and said in the same tone as usual when she confiscated the New Year's money, "These things, my mother will keep them for you." ”

In the morning, Zhu Ping'an waved his hand and gave fifty taels of silver to the village as a school valley, and came back to choke Chen's distress, thanks to these rich landowners who had just arrived at home, they sent people to send these gifts and land deeds and other congratulatory gifts, Chen's mood was very good, so at this time, Chen did not give Zhu Ping'an a chance.

Seeing his mother Chen's calf guarding the land deed, Zhu Ping'an was a little speechless, and then looked at the gifts stacked under the bed.

"Don't fight the idea of those things, you don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, and those things have to be given gifts to others. The mother is all placed, well, the congratulatory gift of the Wang family, and the Zhang family will return the gift; The congratulatory gift of the Zhang family, a return gift to the Wang family"

Mother Chen pointed to a pile of gifts under the bed and told Zhu Ping'an about their fate one by one.

"Forget it this time, don't accept my mother in the future." Zhu Ping'an could only smile bitterly. To be continued. xh211