For taxes and corvee, the yamen classified every ten households into a yijia and every 110 households into a li.

Head Jia is the one who owes the most taxes among the ten households. He is asked to pay it in full as soon as possible, and at the same time, he helps to collect the taxes from the other nine households. If he fails to pay the taxes by the due date, he will be sent to the Yamen for clarification. If he can pay them in full within the time limit,

Let the other player who owes the most silver do the job of this card, and so on, and this practice is called "comparison of responsibilities".

If he had encountered such a thing before, Han Xiufeng would have asked someone to send a message to ask the villagers who owed taxes if they wanted to spend some money to help delay the delay. After all, the villagers would help if they could. And he was in

Hufang helps Xianji clear the books, and Hufang is in charge of taxes. As long as the Hufang manager pays some money, his name can be crossed out from the list of tax arrears. This person is not on the list. Master Qiangu

Naturally, their names cannot be circled, so it is impossible for the county magistrate to let the government servants wear them to fight.

The folks who were punished today were unlucky. Han Xiufeng had been attending funerals for his uncle Han Yucai in Zoumagang for the past two months. He was not in the city, so he didn't know that they were on the list of those responsible for the competition, so he couldn't help.

If you're busy, you won't be able to earn enough money to help you procrastinate.

Thinking of this, Han Xiufeng couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, this grandpa who just took office really likes to play tricks."

Zhu Zhu asked in a strange way: "Fourth brother, if you fill the vacancy and become a Shangguan, will you hit someone if something like this happens?"

"I'm just a ninth-grade patrol inspector, not the main hall of the palm seal. Even if I fill the vacancy and become a Shangguan, I can't control taxes, and I can't just slap whoever I want."

"I mean, what if you become a bigger and bigger official and become a great master with a palm seal?"

"Then I won't fight, because fighting is useless! Those who have money will naturally pay. If you don't have money, you won't have money to beat him to death. What's the use of beating him?"

"But if you don't crack down on it, how can you collect a small amount of land? If you don't crack down on those who owe taxes, you won't be afraid."

Han Xiufeng didn't expect Zhuzi to ask this question, so he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I don't know either, but if one day comes, I will definitely be able to figure out a way to collect taxes without having to do anything."

………

There are two flowers, one on each side.

After Han Xiufeng returned to the city, the second son of the Pan family, Pan Changsheng, also took his mind to the county seat, and even went to the capital, which Han Xiufeng had not even set out to go to. He was restless at home, angry when he saw his mother-in-law, and annoyed when he saw his baby.

He always vents his anger on his mother-in-law and children, making a good family restless.

Shopkeeper Pan couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply asked the boss and the third to help his mother-in-law pack their bags, and sent him into the city to find Han Si like a plague. There were too many things to bring, and he was not a person who could endure hardships.

I hired two porters to help me pick it up.

After leaving the horse, Pan Er was as happy as a bird that had been caged for a long time being released. Even his steps were lighter than usual. Along the way, he kept urging the two porters to walk faster. Those who set off at dawn would rush before the sun went down.

When we arrived at Baishiyi, the two porters were panting from exhaustion and covered in stinky sweat.

"Young shopkeeper, there is a teahouse opposite, please give me some tea money!"

"Go, go, take as much as you want. This was agreed before we came here. Do you still want to blackmail me for tea money and treat me like a melon?" Pan Er counted the coins he had prepared earlier and put them in the basket of one of the porters.

After throwing it in, he turned around and looked at the crowded and lively Shiban Street and said to himself: "Why is Han Si not here yet? Could it be that Team Leader Yang didn't deliver the message to me?"

The short and thin porter secretly cursed a stingy man, squatted beside the basket and asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Young shopkeeper, you asked the official to help carry the message. Do you have the money to deliver the message to the official?"

"Here he is, he promised to bring it to me."

"You also believe what the official said, young shopkeeper, I guess you didn't give me enough money."

"Go away!" How could Pan Er not know that the two porters were angry because they didn't pay for tea? While watching the excitement, he said nonchalantly: "The message must have been delivered. Han Si didn't say it and blamed me. I and I

What Team Leader Yang said is that it’s getting dark and the sun hasn’t set yet, so we came early.”

Thinking that it was still early, the short porter suddenly stood up and said: "Young shopkeeper, you don't even pay a few cents for tea, so I guess you won't care about us at night. Rather than spend the night here, we might as well go back while it's still dark. Luggage

I'll put it here for you, and you can take care of it. It's not my fault if you lose it."

Pan Er was anxious and grabbed the porter's pole: "Are you leaving now? Who will help me carry my luggage to Han Si's place after you leave?"

"Young shopkeeper, what are you doing?" This is not a walk-in, and he won't go back if he says it. The porter is not afraid of him, and tightly grasps his wrist and grits his teeth and says: "Your father also made it clear when he came to us.

Chu, I’ll help you carry your luggage to Baishiyi. Now that we’re here, what else do you want?”

"It pays to wait, and it pays to pick somewhere else!" The other porter also didn't want to serve this stingy guy anymore.

Even though Pan Er usually idles around in Zomagang and always causes trouble, his strength, especially his hand strength, is far inferior to that of a coolie like a porter. His wrists were so painful from being squeezed. Thinking that a good man would not suffer the immediate consequences, he hurriedly said: "Just go, no need."

Just wait, you don’t need to deliver it anymore, please let go of your hands."

"That's pretty much it." The two porters moved the luggage from the baskets to the roadside, picked up the empty baskets and left.

When the two of them walked away, Pan Er sighed at their backs, then leaned over to gather the luggage together, squatted beside the luggage pile and cursed: "If we go back now, we won't be able to get home even if it's dark.

Walking on the mountain road in pitch black, I'll kill you two idiots! I'm still waiting for the money I'm waiting for. I really can't live without you. I don't even look at how many porters there are on the street. I have a lot of money, but this money is wasted in the river.

I won’t make any money for you either…”

Just as I was enjoying myself scolding, a familiar figure came from a distance.

Pan Er was overjoyed and stood up suddenly: "Fourth brother, fourth brother, I'm here!"

Han Xiufeng also saw him, ran over to look at the luggage lying around, then subconsciously looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but smile: "Brother Pan, you came here fast enough."

"We set off on the road at dawn. I knew you were busy, so I was afraid you would wait. I hurried and took my time, but I arrived early." Pan Er took out two pears from a bag and handed the big one to Han Xiufeng.

While eating a small piece of cake, he chuckled and said: "These luggage are not all mine, but also yours. I went to see your aunt yesterday and said goodbye to her, and she asked me to carry them for you."
Chapter completed!