"Yes, there are official schools!" Mr. Zhang started talking and shouted, "In the past, the Ming Dynasty's official schools paid more for children from poorer families! Rich people all went to private schools. Official schools were prepared for poor families, right?

"

"But what about now? You don't know..." Mr. Zhang sighed again, "Last year, I was thinking about sending my boy to study. I didn't ask him to be a scholar like you. I feel that now

When life gets better, right? We can't all be rough in the family. At least in the future, if I die and his uncle dies, we won't have to ask anyone to write the words on the grave, right?"

"Hi..." Mr. Zhang was drinking again, "When Mr. Hong Wu was here, I wanted to go to the official school, so the district chief wrote a note, and then the inspection stamped it, and then I went to the Yamen to pay twenty coins."

"If you really don't have the money, you don't have to give it! There are even children from poor families who have been blessed by their ancestors to study well, and the government will give them money!"

"How are you now? Have you ever gone to the official school? There are no children from poor families..."

Li Jinglong's legs began to tremble under the table.

The emperor's expression did not change much, but the murderous aura in his eyes came out like a cool breeze.

"Take our county as an example. Those who study in official schools are mostly children from respectable families!" Head Zhang's family added, "Even if you come from a poor family, the teachers will not look down upon you. Why, you have no money.

Give me a gift!"

"I saw it with my own eyes. In our village, it's the landlord Zhang's house with a green tile roof at the east end! Speaking of which, he is my cousin who didn't have any blessings..." Head Zhang's family continued, "Their family

The boy studied in the official school for two years, but he failed to pass the exam and was kicked back! He wanted to beg the masters and bring wine and meat to the door, but... wine and meat... what we country people think is great, others can't see it

dont see!"

"Then what do they want?" Zhu Yunxi said angrily.

"Money! Real gold and silver!" the head of Zhang's family said loudly, "official schools don't give money to study, but children from poor families can't afford to give gifts to their masters!"

Having said this, Mr. Zhang took another sip of wine and his face was rosy and bright.

"Things were not as good as they are now in the past few years, but when the old emperor was here, they were not so... so damn unfair!"

Li Jinglong almost staggered.

"The little emperor is indeed not as good as the old emperor!" Zhu Yunxi nodded and sighed, "The little emperor thinks he is far-sighted and far-sighted, but he ignores the smallest but most important things related to people's livelihood!"

"The little emperor wants a lot of money!" Head Zhang suddenly lowered his voice.

Li Jinglong's teeth began to chatter.

"Huh?" Zhu Yunxi frowned, "I...does the little emperor want a lot of money?"

"Why isn't there a lot?" Zhang Zhang's boss said loudly, "In the past, we farmers carried our own vegetables and meat to the city to sell, and no one asked us for money! Now... the city gate tax

Haven't you heard? The government said that even if a fly enters the city, it has to pay taxes!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Mr. Zhang curled his lips and said bitterly, "Vegetables in the spring and autumn, firewood in the winter, don't come to the city if you don't have money to pay! There is a jingle among the people!"

boom!

Suddenly, he was startled.

Zhu Yunxi slapped his hand on the table and stood up.

There is indeed a city gate tax in the tax reform, but he never decreed that even selling vegetables into the city would be taxed.

No wonder the old man would rather keep the treasury empty than reform!

It’s because he knows so well what kind of virtues the people below have!

"You don't want to eat?"

"Don't eat!" Zhu Yunxi turned around and walked away, diving into the house without coming out.

Hu Guan and He Guangyi looked at each other and quickly followed.

"I've only had a few bites! So many good dishes..." Mr. Zhang looked at the table full of leftovers and said, "Prodigal!"

Li Jinglong's teeth were almost broken. He no longer wanted to kick the paralyzed leader, but wanted to kick him to death.

"You don't want to eat either?" Mr. Zhang looked at Li Jinglong.

The latter stood up and said, "I won't eat any more!" After saying that, Li Jinglong asked, "Where are the eggs I want!"

"Look at me!" Mr. Zhang slapped his forehead, "Old lady, where are the eggs?"

The hostess of the Zhang family reluctantly walked out of the kitchen carrying a basket with a dozen eggs.

"Fresh eggs with chicken powder on them?" Mr. Zhang said with a smile.

Li Jinglong didn't even look at him, and walked towards Ma Peng holding the eggs.

Then he cracked the eggs twice and stirred them into the fodder of his mount.

"Eat!" He touched the forehead of the war horse, "It's better to take a bite than at home!"

Not far away, the Zhang family were all stunned.
Chapter completed!