"These tax collectors are too lawless. Aren't they afraid of the censors of the Five Cities Procuratorate?"

Just as Han Xiufeng was about to speak, Shopkeeper Chu smiled and said: "They are officials but not officials. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Even if they are impeached by the censor, they will only get a slap in the face. What's more, if Mr. Duan doesn't sue, the censor will also

I won’t investigate.”

"Mr. Duan, a dignified prefect, can't be bullied by a bunch of subordinates. Why don't you sue?" Yu Youfu asked.

"Uncle Yu, you think things are too simple. Mr. Duan returned to Beijing with money. How do you want Mr. Duan to complain?" Seeing Yu Youfu's seemingly confused expression, Han Xiufeng patiently explained: "Prefect

How much official salary and support money are there in a year? If I really fall out with them and I have thousands or even tens of thousands of taels of silver, how can Mr. Duan explain it to the emperor?"

"I know that Mr. Duan can't go to Beijing without bringing money, but why don't you remit money to the capital like Mr. Gu did?"

"There are also money orders for remitting money. Aren't money orders just money?" Han Xiufeng asked rhetorically.

Yu Youfu still couldn't figure it out, so he asked again: "Is there any official who just doesn't give money to those subordinates?"

"Yes, there used to be a vassal who came to Beijing to meet His Majesty. He really couldn't afford that much money, so he got angry and stored all his things outside the city. He even took off his official uniform, went shirtless, and just wore a pair of trousers. Naturally, he didn't have to pay taxes.

, He just entered the city in such a swagger." Han Xiufeng smiled and continued: "I have entered the city. There are classmates and friends in the city, and I have borrowed clothes and met you. There are all the local specialties and money that can be used for shopping.

Outside the city, think about what the military ministers and the men from the Sixth Ministry would think and think."

Shopkeeper Chu couldn't help laughing and said: "Lao Yu, I've heard of this too. It seems to have happened during the Qianlong period. If any official dares to go out and do this now, he will definitely not be an official for long."

"It's darker now than it was in the past?"

"I just realized that now it's so hot that the pig's head is rotting, and the money is all about business!"

While they were chatting, the coachman suddenly said "Yu" and led the carriage to the side of the road.

Han Xiufeng opened the curtain and took a look. He saw two carriages carrying passengers coming in front. Behind the carriages were eight carts with large wooden boxes tied to them. A family member wearing a long gown and four men carrying knives

The yamen servant followed him, fearing that the things on the cart would fall off.

There were family members and government servants accompanying him. There must be an official in the carriage.

Han Xiufeng subconsciously asked: "May I ask where this elder brother comes from?"

As we walked, the officer in front was stunned, holding the knife tightly and asked sternly: "What's the matter? This is the emperor's feet. Are you trying to take advantage of us?"

"Wait." A family member wearing a long gown came forward, looked at Han Xiufeng and asked curiously: "Brother, the accent sounds like you are from Sichuan?"

"Exactly."

"So we are from the same hometown," the family members said with a smile as they motioned for the government officials to follow the cart and continue on their way, "Why do you want to know where we come from?"

"Wan Sheng went out of the city to pick up someone. Seeing how busy you are, I couldn't help but ask."

"We are from Shaanxi. We are definitely not the ones you want to pick up. We should take a step first and see you again if we are destined."

Han Xiufeng was happy and immediately jumped off the carriage: "Brother, are you from Hanzhong?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Wansheng Han Xiufeng, Wansheng is here to welcome Mr. Duan!"

"You are Han Xiufeng, and you are Han Zhixing, the leader of the Chongqing Guild Hall?" the family asked in surprise.

"Exactly!" Han Xiufeng ignored the greetings and trotted to catch up with the carriage that had passed by him. He shouted as he followed: "Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan, I am the Han Xiufeng who wrote to you.

Wansheng is here to pick you up!"

"Stop, stop." A bearded man in his fifties stuck his head out, looked at Han Xiufeng and asked doubtfully: "Are you Han Xiufeng, the leader of the Chongqing Guild Hall?"

"Yes, Xiufeng has met Mr. Duan, and Xiufeng has paid his respects to Mr. Duan." Han Xiufeng quickly bowed and said eagerly: "Mr. Duan, I only received your letter yesterday afternoon. I guess you should just do it this way.

It will arrive in a few days, so I will leave the city early this morning to wait for you."

Duan Dazhang did not expect that the new president of the guild hall was so young, so he subconsciously looked back at Yu Youfu and shopkeeper Chu who had just followed him.

There was a tax gate further ahead. Han Xiufeng didn't want to waste all his efforts, so he said eagerly: "Mr. Duan, this is Yu Youfu from our Chongqing Guild Hall. This is the treasurer of our Sichuan medicinal materials business in Beijing. Could you please let the four servants do it?"

Change your clothes and let them and their luggage go into the city with Lao Yutou and Shopkeeper Chu. We will wait here for a while and then we will go in after they enter the city."

Duan Dazhang worked as a Hanlin official in the capital for more than ten years before he was sent to Shaanxi. He knew better than anyone else that there were many scammers in the capital. If Han Xiufeng hadn't reported his family status, he would have thought that Han Xiufeng was a liar. Thinking that Han Xiufeng would not be aimless, he thought of moving forward.

It was Chongwenmen. Duan Dazhang immediately winked at his family and motioned for Han Xiufeng to get in the car.

"Zhixing, right?"

"Yes, I didn't expect you, Mr. Duan, to remember my handwriting."

Duan Dazhang put down the curtain and asked jokingly in his hometown dialect: "We'll talk about other things later. Let's talk about why the government servants are asked to change clothes first?"

Han Xiufeng said quickly: "Mr. Duan, I happen to know an assistant committee member of Chongwenmen Customs and have some friendship with him. As soon as I received the letter you asked 'Ri Shengchang' to send me yesterday afternoon, Wan Sheng went to find that person.

With the help of the assistant committee member, everything has been arranged. Let the government servants change their clothes, tell them that the luggage belongs to the storekeeper, and only give them two hundred taels of silver to send to the tax collectors."

"The luggage goes into the city first. What about us? How do we get into the city?"

"Mr. Duan, others don't know how difficult the tax collectors in Chongwenmen are, but you know it. You still have to give them money, but only two thousand taels."

On the way to Beijing, Duan Dazhang had been worrying about how to get through the "Gate of Hell" called Chongwenmen. He never expected that Han Xiufeng, who had only sent a letter before, would actually help him take care of it. He couldn't help but smile: "Now that everything is over

Once the arrangements are made, we will do as you say."

"Thank you, Master Duan, for your trust!"

"I should thank you." Duan Dazhang knew that there was a patrol officer from the Chongwen Gate Customs nearby. He didn't want to be targeted by the subordinate officials, so he didn't bother to be polite anymore, so he immediately asked the accompanying government officials to change their clothes.

The Chongwenmen Customs Supervisor only visits the Supervision Office once when he takes office, and will not visit the office again. All affairs in the office are handled by the general office committee members assigned by the report. There are two assistant committee members under the general office committee members, one of whom is

Wealth.

There are three officials in total. Logically speaking, this matter is nothing to the rich.

However, Chongwenmen Customs House is also a yamen, and all yamen in the Qing Dynasty are the same. All major and minor matters are decided by the general office committee member. Not only does Fugui, the assistant committee member, have no say, he also has to look at the family members of the general office committee member.

wink.
Chapter completed!