The tax collector jumped out of the boat and left. Before leaving, he asked two tax guards to guard the boat. It was obvious at a glance that he was going to call someone.

Pan Er thought that he had done nothing wrong and was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, so he called Datou and went back to the cabin to clean up. Han Xiufeng also got up and got into the cabin, and found official uniforms and hats from the messy clothes, taking his time.

Put on.

"Master, there are also official boots." Big Tou suddenly became smarter and actually helped to dig out the official boots from the pile of clothes.

Han Xiufeng turned around and smiled: "Oh, give it to me."

Pan Er said while cleaning up: "Master, you change first, I'll clean up here first."

Han Xiufeng looked back and said lightly: "Don't bother, pack them up and dig them out later."

Datou was as heartless as ever, and actually grinned and said: "Fourth brother, you look so majestic in your official uniform."

"You look majestic now, but you won't be so majestic later." Han Xiufeng sighed softly, got up again, got out of the cabin wearing official boots that didn't fit well, and stood on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back.

Datou followed him out and saw that Du San got off the boat first and was talking to a porter on the pier. He asked curiously: "Master, what can Master Du say to the porter?"

"You ask me, I'll ask who to go to."

"He won't leave us alone and just leave, right?"

"Probably not."

As soon as Han Xiufeng finished speaking, Du San ran back from the dock, climbed onto the boat and said with a smile: "Second brother, I almost didn't recognize you when you put on this official uniform. It's true that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle!"

"It made big brother laugh."

"What's so funny about this." Du San was about to praise a few more words, but his attention was attracted by the movement at the gate of the city. He saw only a civil servant wearing a seventh-grade purple mandarin duck patch uniform and another wearing an eighth-grade uniform.

The military attache who was redressing his uniform and carrying a sword on his shoulder came towards this side with a dozen tax collectors in a murderous manner. The tax collector just now was trotting while not knowing what he was saying to the two officials.

Han Xiufeng subconsciously asked: "Brother, does Kui Guan still have five senses?"

Du San has been to Kuizhou Prefecture twice. The last time he came, the new Supervisor of Kuiguan took office. He saw the supervisor's guard of honor and explained: "The Supervisor of Kuiguan has two attendants, a committee member who helps with errands, and a

Patrol (official protection, not patrol in the modern sense of exercising police power), one civil and one military, each responsible for propaganda and protection."

Han Xiufeng didn't expect that the matter would be so big, and couldn't help laughing: "They really think highly of me, and they all came."

Commissioner Kui Guan and the patrol officer overseeing Kui Guan were getting closer and closer to the bow of the ship. Du San reminded: "Stop talking, go up and say hello."

Han Xiufeng hummed, jumped off the boat, dusted his sleeves, and gave a thousand greetings to the two oncoming tax officials: "Alternate inspection inspector Han Zhixing has met these two gentlemen. May I ask what they are called?"

Before the two officials who had just stopped could speak, the tax collector sneered and said: "Inspector Han, please listen carefully to me. This is our committee member Kui Guan Hui Tu Hui. He has been added to the third level record three times! This person is

It’s me, Master Tongzhu, who is on patrol in Kuiguan, and I will add a third-level record!”

It turned out that they were all bannermen. Han Xiufeng calmed down and cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Han Zhixing, has met Master Hui and Master Tong."

Huitu thought he had met a thorny person who didn't know how high the sky was. He wanted to give him a blow, but Han Xiufeng was so respectful that he couldn't get angry for a while. He could only ask: "Brother Han, I heard you don't plan to make a move."

Tax."

"Master Hui misunderstood. How dare Xiaguan resist the tax? Instead, Xiaguan only brought some luggage and there was no cargo on the ship."

"Whether it is there or not, we will find out if we get on the boat and take a look."

"Please check it out, Mr. Hui." Han Xiufeng handed over his hand again, then turned aside to let them board the boat.

Huitu would not rummage through the boxes himself, but said expressionlessly: "Zhang San, come on board and take a look."

"Hey!" the tax collector responded, looked at Han Xiufeng with a sarcastic look, and then climbed onto the boat with two more tax collectors.

Hui Tu is from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Before taking office in Kui Guan, he worked in Chongwenmen for a year. He thought to himself, what kind of official is a ninth-grade candidate inspector with a donation background?

Paying taxes, although this is not Chongwenmen, it is still a checkpoint. I am too lazy to talk to Han Xiufeng anymore, so I just turned around and hummed "The Empty City Strategy".

"I was watching the mountain scenery from the city tower when I heard a commotion outside the city. The flags were fluttering and reflected in the air, but it turned out to be soldiers sent by Sima. I also sent someone to inquire, and I heard that Sima was leading his troops to the west..."

Calculate and measured.

It turned out that Tong Zhu was also a theater fan, and he shook his head in tune with the rhythm of the music.

Han Xiufeng was thinking about whether to take advantage of the situation and cheer Hui Tu. Not long after he got on the ship, the tax collector came out of the cabin and shouted: "Master Chen Hui, I checked carefully again. There are many things on the ship."

One hundred and eighty pieces of clothing, eight hundred catties of food, and sixty items of supplies!"

He was really telling lies with his eyes open. Du San couldn't help but ask: "Do you really know how to count? You just said that there were ninety pieces of clothing, four hundred kilograms of food, and thirty items of supplies. How come you turned it over in the blink of an eye?"

After a while?"

The tax collector smiled and said nothing while holding the account book with the blank tax bill.

Huitu was very satisfied with the results of the tax collector's inspection and turned around and asked, "Who are you?"

"Du Qingshan, the general manager of Zhenbiao Youdu Si Yingqian, has met Mr. Hui!" Du San was not afraid of tax collectors, but he did not dare to make mistakes in front of civil servants, so he quickly bowed his hands and saluted.

"It turns out to be Mr. Du Qian, but what does this have to do with you?" Huitu asked coldly.

The imperial court strictly prohibited civil and military officials from worshiping the leader. Although they couldn't control it at all, they couldn't say it openly. Du San was just asked, and for a while he didn't know how to reply.

"Since it's none of your business, don't interfere with my official duties." Huitu snorted coldly, then turned around and said, "Zhang San, why are you still standing there? It's time for the Korean inspection team to issue a tax invoice."

"Hey!" The tax collector grinned, lying on the roof of the cabin to register the taxable clothing, food and supplies on the ship. Then he quickly filled out a tax form, then jumped off the ship and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, look carefully.

, you should pay customs duty of 22.1 cents!”

Pan Er saw this and was anxious in his heart, secretly scolding these tax collectors for being so evil.

Datou just has a hard-working brain, and is not a ignorant melon. He watched helplessly being extorted by a group of tax officials, and he was very angry but did not dare to act rashly.

Han Xiufeng was not surprised, thinking that if they were not evil-hearted, there would be no imperial censor to impeach them. "They often regard adding more classes as their ability, taking strictness as their style, planning to the bone, leaving no stone unturned, and following the law."

They also skillfully establish their reputation and wanton demands, causing merchants to cry, sell their ships and abandon their businesses." And the terms of office of tax collectors like them will not only last one year.

"So much?" Han Xiufeng took the tax bill and asked in mock surprise.

"Mr. Han, do you want me to get on the boat again and check again?" the tax collector asked with a half-smile.

"No, no, no, I'll have to pay 40,000 cents for another test!"

"Mr. Han, you are toasting instead of eating and being fined with wine. If you were so sensible just now, how could you have so many things happening now?"
Chapter completed!