After a day's journey, Pan Er was really tired. He drank tea and ate Guokui, then went to take a bath. After taking a bath, he went to bed and slept until dawn. It was precisely because of his sound sleep that he didn't hear the clang clang clang clang clang clang that Zhu Zhu was talking about at night.

The ghost knocks on the door.

Thinking that Han Xiufeng had told Zhuzi to go out with him today, he went downstairs to wash his face as soon as he woke up, only to find that Zhuzi was not at home, but there were two guests, an old man and a young man, and when he saw the long robes they were wearing, he

I know he is a scholar.

Pan Erhun returned to Hun, but he did not dare to make a mistake in front of the scholars.

He called out "Fourth Brother" and went to fetch water to wash his face and mouth. After washing, he returned to the house and stood in the corner without uttering a word.

The Eight Immortals' table was piled with books and account books. Although the books on the side were bound with thread, they looked more like account books than books because they were not printed, but were copied by hand.

Han Xiufeng neatly classified them into categories, pointed to one of the piles of account books and said: "Brother Yang, among the seventy-two households in these books, Zhuzi went to each house to inform me. They don't recognize you, but they recognize Zhuzi.

, I also know that Zhuzi’s paper figurine shop will come over when the time comes, and Zhuzi will also look for you.”

Seeing that the scholar who was about the same age as Han Xiufeng seemed a little cautious, he asked hesitantly: "Fourth brother, Yu brother, can you dare to ask, how did you settle this Bao Xie with them?"

"Forty percent, but Brother Yang, you can only keep 10%." Han Xiufeng patted the account book and said slowly: "10% of the other 30% will be given to the household, and 10% will be money put into the treasury.

Friend. There is also 10% for Sicang, the long-term attendant sent by the great master. If the great master did not send the long-term attendant to keep an eye on you, then this achievement will be cheaper for you, but I have never encountered such a situation in these years.

Good thing."

Although Pan Er was not a member of the Yamen, Bao Xie still knew that there were more than 300 acres of land in his hometown, of which only 60 acres were invested in Yang Juren's name, and the remaining 200 acres had to be paid to Ding Yin.

of.

Countryside people are afraid of seeing officials. Even if they are not afraid of seeing officials, it is not easy to get along with small silver coins if you have no acquaintances in the yamen. For the same money, they can help you calculate the difference or even a few taels of silver. They can also tell the quality of the same broken silver.

If it’s not good, the fire consumption will be overestimated.

Therefore, every time when the Pan family needed to pay the land, they would always ask Bao Xie, a distant relative of his uncle Yang Juren, and Wang Gui, who also worked in the government office, to help with the payment. In this way, they had to pay 50% more land every year. No.

There will be more households in Dianmen Road, and the most will have to pay 70 to 80% more.

Only now did he know that Han Xiufeng also worked as a guarantee for others. Hearing Han Xiufeng say that the guarantee was only 40%, Pan Er was so angry that he scolded Wang Gui for being so evil and dared to ask for 50%.

How much money has Guido made? He secretly made up his mind to ask someone to send a message to his family later, telling his father not to look for Wang Gui again in the future.

At this time, Han Xiufeng pointed to the two account books next to him and said: "Some of the twenty-nine households in these two books have a poor harvest this year, and some are unable to make ends meet when their families encounter problems. They should

Uncle Yu, Uncle Liu, Uncle Guan, I, and I helped put up the land that was paid. Bao Xie calculated it accordingly, and the profit also had to be calculated, otherwise who would help them put it down."

"Fourth brother, are these twenty-nine households reliable? What if they don't come back?" the young scholar asked eagerly.

"Reliable, you can rest assured that they are all honest people."

"Don't be afraid of 10,000 for this kind of thing, just be afraid of the rare event!"

As soon as the young scholar finished speaking, the old scholar scolded him: "I am afraid of this and that. I am always afraid of the wolf in front and the tiger in the back. What can I accomplish? Besides, I don't even know who said this.

There are nine people registered in the county government office, three to four hundred assistants and nominal scribes, and their words combined are not reliable even for Zhixing!"

"Dad, it's not that I don't believe Fourth Brother, I'm just worried..."

"Is it over yet?" The old scholar glared at him, turned around and said awkwardly: "Zhixing, my uncle has no way of teaching his son, which makes you laugh."

"Why did Uncle Yang say this? Brother Yang's words are not unreasonable. No one knows whether these households will encounter natural or man-made disasters. Who dares to guarantee such a thing?" Thinking of his uncle Han Yucai, Han Xiufeng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's like

My uncle's family used to be fine, but it turned out they were in trouble, and I had to go to the capital to surrender."

The old scholar obviously recognized Han Yucai, and he said without thinking: "They all say that the dead are the most important, but when it comes to this matter, I really want to say a few disrespectful words. Your uncle is good at everything, but he is too hearty and too courageous. In the past,

It's good luck that nothing happened, but luck always runs out."

After working as a clerk for more than ten years, he could return to his hometown to buy a house and land. Where did the money come from? Pan Er was not a fool. How could he not hear the implication of the old scholar's words, thinking that Han Yucai might be more evil-minded than Wang Gui before he died.

As expected, Han Xiufeng hurriedly changed the topic: "Uncle Yang, the deceased has passed away, let's talk about business."

The old scholar also realized that it was not good to talk about the dead, so he quickly said: "Yes, yes, let's talk about the business."

Just as Han Xiufeng was about to get back to business, the young scholar asked again: "Fourth brother, how do you calculate the profit from the land you paid to others?"

"Two points." Thinking that those farmers were all self-sufficient for years, Han Xiufeng's face straightened: "Brother Yang, they believe me and asked me to help them pay back the land silver they have been paying for several years.

I asked someone to bring something to me in the city, and I developed a friendship during this exchange. Now I hand over the accounts to you, and the friendship has been transferred to you. Who won't encounter some difficulties? If they can

It’s good to pay it back in time, but if you still can’t turn over the money when it’s due, don’t push too hard.”

"I know."

"You know best," Han Xiufeng nodded slightly, and continued: "These are all the records my uncle and I kept when copying over the years. There are official documents from the government, some from the Taoist Department, some from the feudal lord, and some

Sir, you have been studying sages and sages with Uncle Yang and have never learned any laws. I think these should be of some use to you."

The old scholar didn't expect Han Xiufeng to even take out these, and murmured: "Xin'er, these are all the experiences of Zhixing and Zhixing's uncle studying law over the years. You must study carefully and carefully!"

"Brother Yang, there are seven chapters and 40 volumes in the Qing Dynasty's Code, but there are so many examples. Since there are so many rules, they are empty text, and the rules become more complicated and fragmented. My uncle and I have only learned a little bit in these years. If you hadn't thought

I will never take out the missing part in the torture chamber, because I don’t know whether it will be a good thing or a bad thing for you."

"Fourth brother, I don't want to cover the vacancies in the execution chamber, but only the execution chamber has vacancies to fill."

"That's true," he couldn't help laughing when he thought that even if he bought a vacancy and went to work as a scribe in the execution chamber, he would still be just a scribe. He usually copied and copied, and was not qualified to write comments, because that was the matter of the old master who was sentenced to death.
Chapter completed!