Han Xiufeng explained everything one by one, in detail. The Yang family father and son were afraid that they would miss something, so they asked Han Xiufeng to find pen, ink, paper and inkstones and listen and take notes. He listened very carefully and remembered very carefully. That's it.

The whole morning passed before I knew it.

The Yang family father and son wrapped the table full of account books and official documents in cloth, and left with a lot of gratitude, leaving three money notes behind.

Pan Er had sharp eyes. As soon as the Yang family and his son walked away, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Fourth brother, a pile of account books can be sold for one hundred and sixty taels, and the exchange rate is seventy or eighty taels at least. Your business is easy to do.

It’s so easy to make money!”

Han Xiufeng had been talking to the Yang family and his son all morning. His mouth was dry as he talked. He picked up the teapot from the corner and poured a bowl of herbal tea. He drank a few big gulps before wiping the corners of his mouth and asking: "Brother Pan, do you think I sold it?"

It’s just a bunch of account books?”

Pan Er is the young shopkeeper of Tongxing. Although he is idle all day long, he is actually very smart. Just now he was just pretending to be stupid. Seeing Han Xiufeng staring at him closely, for fear of being looked down upon, he simply sat across from the Eight Immortals table and poured a bowl of tea.

Holding the tea bowl, he said: "Of course it's not just a pile of account books. What you're selling is your job. You sold your job to them."

What surprised him was that Han Xiufeng sighed and murmured: "I'm really reluctant to sell my job like this."

"Why don't you give up? You are about to go to the capital to make a confession. There is no use keeping those account books."

"Having said that, you don't know how hard it is to get this job! As for guarantees, there are so many people who guarantee guarantees. Even the waiters in the inns and teahouses near Guancang dare to give people guarantees to help them go to Nadine.

Silver. At first, they talked about it very brightly. One thousand seventeen or eight hundred yuan can be converted into one tael of silver, and the fire cost is only 45%. When the money comes into their hands, it changes again. The most can be calculated as 80% or 90%. When encountering this kind of situation

The people are crying because the money has been given out. Should they give them what they ask for again?"

Han Xiufeng finished the tea in the bowl and continued: "This is pretty good. No matter how much it costs 30 to 40% more, Di Ding Yin finally paid it and won't be blamed. The most disgusting thing is those who took it

They give the taxpayers a fake receipt but do not pay taxes on their behalf. If the government pursues them, they will run away and the taxpayers will have to pay the tax arrears."

"I've heard people say this kind of thing. Some people have been fooled before when we started running horses." Pan Er touched his chin and said in deep thought: "No wonder my father said that people outside are sinister."

"Actually, what I want to say is that it's not that easy to make others believe you. Brother Pan, think about it, how old was I five or six years ago? I had no words, no work, and no industry in the city. You

If you are a tax accountant, do you dare to give me the money and let me help you pay the tax?"

"I don't dare! I don't even dare to kill you!"

"That's it." Han Xiufeng picked up the teapot and poured half a bowl of tea, and said with a wry smile: "At that time, I really broke my legs in order to make people believe me. Bao Xie sat near the official warehouse and waited.

I can only walk dozens of miles of mountain roads to the countryside and talk door to door, and if ten households can become one, it will be good."

"What happened next?" Pan Er asked curiously.

"It's no different from opening a pawn shop for your family. As soon as you become a pawn shop, there will be a second and third one, and your credibility will only slowly build up."

Pan Er thought that it was not so easy to make money from insurance. After thinking about it, he asked puzzledly: "Fourth brother, how many tax households are there in the county? There should be a list in the yamen. Who has paid the land tax and who hasn't?

There should be account books in the yamen, and the elder will know it by looking at the account books. This is the same as when my family goes out to collect accounts, why doesn't he let the yamen servants go and collect the money?"

Of course Han Xiufeng knew what he really wanted to ask, and couldn't help but smile: "Brother Pan, you mean why did the great master give us the opportunity to handle it?"

"Yeah, if I were the boss, those guys wouldn't be able to make a penny!"

"Brother Pan, taxation is not as simple as you think. The yamen has a complete tax book, which is the roster and account book you mentioned, but it was decades ago! Logically speaking, it needs to be revised every ten years, but the term of office of the gentleman

The longest one is only three to five years, and those who are agents may only be a few months. They work thousands of miles away just for money, and they have difficulty filling the vacancies. They are too busy to make money, so how can they do such a thankless job."

"Are the tax account books from decades ago?" Pan Er looked incredulous.

"Well," Han Xiufeng nodded, and added with a smile: "And the tax book only has the name of the household, so the old man doesn't know where the tax household lives. So even if he knows which household owes taxes, he doesn't necessarily know.

You can find it."

"The eldest master doesn't know, but the clerk in the sixth room should know."

"That's not necessarily true. Just like I am from Cili Jiujia, but I am not familiar with Cili. Besides, even if we knew everything, why should we tell him? We are not Guawazi, so why would we ruin the jobs of self-sufficient people?

"

Pan Er pondered and said: "You know, the great master also knows, you know?"

Han Xiufeng nodded with a half-smile: "You can say that."

"Since the great master knows that you know, what will you say if asked?"

"We would say we don't know."

"Aren't you afraid that the big boss will slap you?"

The man in front of him was about to go to the capital to make a confession together, and they would work together in the yamen in the future. Han Xiufeng felt that he should tell him some rules in the yamen, and explained: "Didn't I tell you yesterday, the clerk in the sixth room,

No, in Ba County we have nine houses. In short, the scribes who work in the yamen are not paid. They even need to bring their own paper, pens and candles. How can the scribes live without bad regulations? "

"But this is just stealing money from the big boss!"

"To put it in perspective, a county is so big and has so much oil and water. If the scribes and government officials make more money, the boss will get less. Of course he will not be happy. But the scribes have no salary at all. If he takes

If the scribes are so forced that there is no way to survive, who will work in the yamen?"

Han Xiufeng paused and then said: "Let's put it this way, those officials hate us scribes, but there is no good way to deal with us. In their words, if you slow down, you will use all kinds of selfish means, but if you rush, you will use one.

I'm resigning. Since I have been doing hundreds of things every day, and the situation is difficult, let them all go. This is what officials should not say openly."

"Fourth brother, I don't understand anything, but I can barely guess what it means. You used to work as a helper in the yamen, so you would naturally help the scribes. But now that you are no longer a helper, you will go to the capital to make a donation soon, and wait for the replacement.

Those who are lacking are officials, and I will be your long-term follower. I think we need to think carefully now about how to deal with those scribes in the future, otherwise all the money will be taken away by them, and our work will be in vain!"

"Brother Pan, you think far enough." Han Xiufeng couldn't help but laugh.

"Fourth brother, I am thinking about you!" Pan Er put down the tea bowl and said with a proud smile: "In the words of you scholars, I can't remember what this is called."

“Be prepared for a rainy day.”

"Yes, yes, it means to prepare for a rainy day. My father always talks about this. Fourth brother, this is not a trivial matter. We really need to prepare early and prepare well. I will also help you keep an eye on those black-hearted turtles when the time comes.
Chapter completed!