"Three stones of grain, two taels of silver. D-M" the butler weighed casually, and threw him two small silver ingots and a small piece of broken silver.

Yang Heiwang, father and son, took the money with a sad face, he asked the eldest son to get the trolley aside, and then took the younger son to the side where the tax was paid.

"Damn, these aren't human dogs." The youngest son scolded in a low voice.

"Shut up, you fucking want to kill Lao Tzu?" Yang Heiwang slapped him the back of the head and scolded in a low voice.

There is already a queue in front of the tax payment position here.

These are taxes that can be paid directly on grain.

Seeing that they could directly hand over the grain, Yang Heiwang couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his heart, it was easier to hand over the grain, how much was it, and there was no need to sell the grain to be looked at and exploited by the grain merchant. Why can't I be able to hand over food if they can do it? Yang Heiwang muttered to himself in his heart, and went back to find the third uncle to see if there was any way to change the Bank of Communications into grain.

After waiting for a while, it was finally the turn of the family in front of Yang Heiwang.

Su Shaoyou raised his voice and shouted: "Dasun Zhuang, Meng Fanbo, five stones, four buckets and eight liters of tax grain." ”

"Yes, sir!" The old man, who looked very old, hurriedly poured the grain into the hu.

Yang Heiwang looked at Na Hu who seemed to be a little bigger than what he was facing just now, and couldn't help but write some balance in his heart. Read > novels

Soon, a pile of grain hanging high on the tip was full.

"Two Tigers!" Looking at the old man's relieved expression, Su Shaoyou sneered, and glanced at Su Erhu, the head of the nursing home behind him, Su Erhu is the leader of the family not long after taking office, and he is also the confidant promoted by Su Shaoyou. He nodded, knowing that it was time for him to show his face to the young master.

I saw him step forward and stand on the edge of the husk, squinting his eyes and concentrating. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, twisted his body, and kicked Hu with a fierce kick. His kick was very strong, I was afraid that he had to have three or four hundred catties of strength, and the big dendrob, which was not less than three hundred catties of grain inside, was kicked and shook violently, and the grain hanging on it fell down and fell to the ground.

I am afraid that the grain that fell could not be as much as a dozen catties, and the tip on the top was sunk down.

The old man trembled in his heart, but he didn't dare to sweep the grain on the ground.

Su Erhu exhaled and arched his hand to Su Shaoyou.

Su Shaoyou nodded with satisfaction: "You slave, you have such a hard leg." ”

Su Erhu laughed and said, "Young Master, you have won the award." ”

It's called a drenched kick.

Whether it is drenched or kicked, it is all for the purpose of obtaining this extra part of the grain, which will be consumed and not allowed to be swept back by the common people -- there must be no cost to transport the grain tax you paid?

It has been in place since the beginning of the collection of taxes in kind, and I am afraid that it has been handed down for thousands of years, and in the Ming Dynasty, it was carried forward.

Like Su Erhu, usually every grain chief has one, and it is especially at this time that he comes to do this errand. They have all been trained for a long time, and some of them have even done this errand for generations, and they are so good at their legs that they can kick a tree off with one foot.

The grain chiefs in various places are average, but the Su family's eating appearance is particularly ugly, they not only use big buckets to collect grain, but also pour tips and kicks, so that calculated, in line with the tax of one stone, they can receive about one stone and eight buckets, in addition to the upper and lower points, they can at least have five buckets left.

This is how the extremely heavy burden on the common people of the Ming Dynasty came.

This trick is really too ruthless, the old man must have known how much he should pay and came prepared, but even so, he didn't pay enough.

One stone is missing.

In fact, he paid more than seven stones, but it was counted as four stones.

"A stone's worth of grain tax." The steward flicked his teeth and sneered, "You're going to go to prison, aren't you?" ”

Saying this, several family members forced up, and the old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Hurry back and get it, if you can't pay it today, just wait for the government officials to come and urge the levy! When the time comes, take the flail, play the board, sell your house and land, sell your wife and daughter, and you will have to pay the tax, but it is not like our native country. ”

The housekeeper waved his hand, and the old man thanked him repeatedly, and hurried back to get it.

Looking at the way the emperor left in a hurry, Yang Heiwang felt a little happy in his heart - I was not the only one who was unlucky.

He stepped forward nervously, and sent the silver with a smile: "Master, I am Yang Heiwang from Yangjiazhuang." ”

"Hmm!" The steward let out a soft snort from his nose and flipped through the account book: "Yangjiazhuang, Yang Heiwang, you should pay two taels and seven dollars and eight cents of silver, your silver is too bad, eight folds, and it should be paid ......."

The abacus in his hand crackled: "Three, two, four, eight cents." ”

"Huh?" Yang Heiwang was stupid.

After all, his youngest son was a little younger and more vigorous, and said angrily: "This silver money is obviously given to us by the steward over there, you ......"

The steward glanced at him coldly: "The silver is variegated and black, seven folds, three taels and nine cents and seven cents." ”

Just such a sentence made Yang Heiwang's family need to pay an extra five dollars of silver, and Yang Heiwang, who turned around, glared at his son and wanted to kick him to death.

"He can't speak, he can't speak, don't blame ...... sir"

Yang Heiwang hurriedly laughed.

"Is there any money? If you don't have any money, get out of here, go home and wait for the official to come to the door! The steward shouted impatiently.

Yang Heiwang's third uncle couldn't look at it, so he hurriedly came over and explained a few words with a smile, and stuffed a chair for Yang Heiwang: "Hurry up and settle the tax first." ”

"Thank you, third uncle, third uncle......"

Yang Heiwang handed over the silver, and the steward weighed it, and didn't show it to Yang Heiwang, so he threw the silver into the basket on the side, crossed a stroke on the account book, and said, "Yang Heiwang, the silver is taxed." ”

Hearing him spit out these three words, Yang Heiwang breathed a long sigh of relief, and almost fainted without excitement.

This tax is finally over.

Then there was a period of worry, this time I came out to sell grain, and the house was almost empty, and the rest of the grain could still last for the spring of next year? The account owed to the third uncle must also be repaid tightly.

Su Yimo looked at these yellow grains, and the silver from the white flowers entered his bag, with a smile on his face.

"These grains, in addition to the support should be given to the county, there are still 3,000 stones left, so that the supply of Gudian, Datong Town and the county's grain stores will be sufficient. It seems that this year is another good year! ”

"The Tian family is really ridiculous, and they can't do it for themselves! In a vain attempt to manipulate the price of grain in northern Shanxi, are you a fool when the people are fools? Five coins of silver and one stone, who wants to sell it, they all carry it, it's not that your Tian family can't bear it in the end? Don't you have to raise the silver? Thinking of this, the smug smile on the corner of Su Yimo's mouth deepened.

Tianjia is one of the most powerful large merchants in northern Shanxi, and it is also the largest grain merchant in northern Shanxi, with dozens of grain stores in hand, distributed all over northern Shanxi. A while ago, he took the lead in bringing down the price of grain and raising the price of grain to sell grain. At that time, the Tian family contacted all the grain merchants in northern Jin who had some strength, and Su Yimo was also among them, but compared to those big squires and big merchants, he was nothing.

At that time, Su Yimo was not optimistic about this matter, and sure enough, after more than a month, he finally couldn't hold on anymore.

As a last resort, I had to raise the purchase price, but the selling price did not come down, and it was still like that. And these grain merchants also have their own territory, such as Lingyidu, which is the territory of the Su family, and others cannot come in to collect grain.

The yellow corn is the silver of the white flowers!

His eyes suddenly shrank, and the smile on his face instantly subsided.

He saw a man.

In his forties, tall and burly, he wore a straight body of green satin. The uniform hat, the waist pole is straight, and it looks different from other villagers at a glance.

It's the yellow season.

After he got Dong Ce's entrustment, he stayed in Lingyidu, staring at the Su family all the time to see what was going on. And Su Yimo quickly figured out Huang Ji's origin through Dong Ce's brother and sister-in-law - he was an old soldier, so he had good knife skills, and he followed Dong Ce's father at the beginning.

Dong Ce's official child is getting bigger and bigger, and under the rising tide, the Su family doesn't dare to do anything with him. To put it bluntly, the Su family is just relying on the blessing of their ancestors, Su Yimo is just a showman, and he has no official status, and his family can be majestic in Lingyidu, and it is really not enough to see it in other places.

It's Huang Ji's turn, the person in charge knows him, knows his background, doesn't dare to slack off, and owes a debt to the body.

Su Shaoyou, who was on the side, glanced at Huang Ji and sneered in his heart: "Let's make you proud for a few days." ”

"Lingyidu grain household, Dong Ce, superior, should pay eight taels of silver, six dollars and seven cents."

Huang Ji took out a small bag of broken silver from his arms and threw it on the table in front of the butler, and the butler smiled: "You wait." ”

He carefully weighed the silver, didn't dare to overcharge a penny, and put the cut broken silver back into the money bag, and held the small silver scale in front of Huang Ji: "Look." ”

Huang Ji snorted lightly, took the money bag and left.

Su Yimo looked at it and clenched the handrail with his hand.

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Outside Lingyidu, on a high mound, the terrain here is high, not far from Lingyidu, standing here, the scene in Lingyidu, all in sight.

At this time, several people were riding horses and standing on the mound, looking into Lingyidu from a distance. The horses under their crotches are not good horses, they are not big, and they have nothing to do with war horses at all, that is, they can only walk, even if they want to run faster, they are enough to choke. The first one was as thin as a hemp pole, wearing a black coat, and when a gust of wind blew, his body was like a hanger, and his clothes were floating.

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