The gatehouse Gaojia Store is the store where Gan Qi, the commander-in-chief of the operation, arrested people for the first time.

The innocent scholar was fourteen or fifteen years old, and there was not even a stubble under his jaw. He took a newspaper and went upstairs, making a bowl of tea, and not anything else. He looked around for a few times and was a little shy.

But the old storyteller sitting in front of him looked at the scholar for a while, got up and greeted him, bowed and asked, "Is this young master here to read the newspaper?"

The scholar nodded: "Well, Mr. Gan ordered me to come to this Gaojia store, and my classmates went elsewhere."

The old man bowed and asked, "Young Master sit down and come forward."

The scholar walked forward timidly, followed the old storyteller's guidance and sat in the position of the storyteller.

"Young Master, read it." The old man in the storytelling was not in a difficult situation. The matter of reading newspapers seemed to be a robbery of business, but in fact, it was not, it was a gathering popularity.

The old man even put his body to the window and shouted to the street: "I've read the newspaper, I've read the newspaper, hurry up, if I miss the wonderful things, no one will look back."

The old man was loud and loud, and those who passed by and lived nearby looked up.

The woman had just poured the things in the toilet into the large wooden bucket that was collecting the night fragrance, and immediately turned around. She stopped washing the toilet. Instead, she washed her hands and hurried to the Gaojia Store.

The half-aged boy, in his early 10 years old, had an invitation from the neighbor next door early, and ran into the building in groups of three or five. The older one sat on the ground in front of the storytelling desk, and even recruited people from both sides, signaling his companions to come and sit, which was a good place for the brothers.

The man who had nothing to do in the morning had to grasp his identity. When he came in, he walked and walked to the second floor, he shouted: "Where is Dr. Tea? Arrange a good seat for me. Brother Cui will arrive later. He neglected Brother Cui and demolished your door."

I don’t know what the identity of this second brother Cui is, and whether he really dares to tear down the door of this Gaojia store.

The building was noisy, and the women were on the table. If they were too familiar with each other, they would squeeze them up, and four or five people would sit on a bench, and they would be happy. The melon seeds were knocking in their mouths and waiting to read the newspaper.

The man at the table next door also made a joke: "You old ladies are not afraid of sitting on the bed with a bench."

Then the fierce woman also fought back: "My mother has a thin waist. Does your old yellow face have such a thin waist?"

"I think you have a small butt, haha..." The man could have fun on his own.

"Bah, I'll teach you to go out and fall into the ditch." This is a curse. How can a woman quarrel with the Hun Man?

It was almost done, and the old storyteller slapped the awakened wood and said, "I'm banning the sound. This is a young master from Daojian Academy. He has passed the Jinshi in the coming days. Don't be negligent and stop talking."

This sentence worked very well, and the whole place was silent, with hundreds of eyes staring at the 14-5-year-old scholar to read.

The scholar endured his nervousness and shyness and spoke: "This article is about taxation. The title is "Farmers suffer, hunger and make the country, merchants make huge profits, but gather to resist taxes." I heard the story of the young student. Since ancient times, good people have lived on the fields, observed the weather, divided into four seasons, worked at sunrise, and even rested at sunset. After years of age, no one has had a moment of leisure, what is the harvest? Calculate carefully..."

This young scholar reads the easy-to-understand words like this. If there are any little things that are difficult to understand, he will stop to explain. Fortunately, the messages written by Gan Qi are easy to understand. This also relies on Ouyang Xiu's literary style reform. Otherwise, if an article is written so white, it will inevitably cause ridicule to those talented people.

The literary style has changed twice in history. Once, it was led by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty. In fact, it has been slowly changing since the Tang Dynasty. However, when Ouyang Xiu came, a political reform came directly.

When you look through ancient Chinese, you can actually find that there is a difference between ancient Chinese and ancient Chinese. For example, compared Sima Qian's "Records of the Grand Historian" with Sima Guang's "Zizhi Tongjian", you will find that even if you don't have much knowledge of ancient Chinese, you can read it almost as long as you go to junior high school. When you read "Records of the Grand Historian", even if you have knowledge of ancient Chinese, you will not be missing a dictionary, otherwise you will not understand many details at all.

Another major change in writing style was the Republic of China period, and then it began to be truly vernacular. In the thousands of years of writing, the Chinese have never had the word "天, 天, 天, 天", and even in most Chinese dialects, there is no pronunciation of "天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, 天, �

After reading the first article, the young scholar looked up at everyone. He felt a little guilty because he knew that these people were actually waiting for him to read the "Plum Blossom Ball". However, the next article was about commercial taxation, and even the next few articles were all about commercial taxation. He was afraid that these listeners would not be happy to listen and would be annoyed.

However, the scene surprised him a little, because when he just stopped for a while, the silent scene just now suddenly buzzed.

When I heard it carefully, a man cursed: "Damn, I'm a cattle and horse in this Bianliang City. I finally saved up a few acres of land. The taxes of the sky are not bad. These merchants have made a lot of money, but they still don't pay taxes. This is outrageous, so I asked the officials to arrest them all and go to jail and serve as military force!"

The woman also scolded: "These big merchants are really powerful and powerful. They are not afraid of government offices and dare to send people to surround me. So I went out of the city and told my father not to pay taxes in the future. I worked hard to get up early and go to bed late to collect a few kilograms of grain. Why should I pay taxes? The merchants earn so much and don't pay taxes, so we don't pay any more."

The half-baby sitting on the floor looked to the left, looked to the right, and said, "Pay taxes according to law, serve the country and the people, whoever does not pay taxes will be a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a lackey of the Liao people, and a son of the Dangxiang people!"

This kid is wise!

Seeing this, the little scholar in front of him felt much more relieved and asked, "The next article is "Businessmen, buy low and sell high, raise prices, and betrayals of pillars, and cunning people". Do you read it?"

"Read, this newspaper is a good thing. You can tell everything clearly and read it."

"Young Master, read it quickly and listen to it. Those who scold those big merchants must listen to it, and it will be relieved after listening."

The young scholar took a sip of tea and began to read: "Food is the foundation of the country, and it is the livelihood of the people. The difficulty of life in the world is closely related to food. Why has the price of grain in Bianliang been high... There are too many grains and garrisons, and there are too few grains to sell them. In winter, the price of grain is a few hundred coins higher than that outside the city. Why are there...... The cunning people are the borers of the country, like the maggots on the bones of the people, sucking flesh and blood and fat, but even the taxes for the country and the people have to gather people to resist. Usually, merchants gather together to conspire to plunder the people's benefits, but now they gather together to conspire to occupy the benefits of the court. The benefits of the people and the benefits of the court are all taken away. If you lose all your conscience, it is not unfair to strike the sky..."

"If you scold well, you should scold him like this. He scolded his ancestors for eighteen generations. These dog thieves are profit-oriented and go to hell after death and will never be reborn." This is the woman's mouth.

"This article should be read by the officials. The officials have always been wise and knowing this matter will inevitably make them thunderous and make these merchants unable to afford it." This is the man's mouth.

"These merchants are the dogs of the Liao people and the sons of the Dangxiang people!" This is the half-old boy scolding.

The young scholar heard the crowd of scolding, and was inexplicably excited, and shouted: "There is another article, the title is "Why are farmers willing to pay taxes for the country? Why do merchants resist in every way?", Do you still want to read it?"

"Read, young master, read it quickly! My mother will give you a reward." Perhaps this woman was looking at the little scholar growing white and tender, and she also wanted to give someone a reward.

The little scholar's face was flushed: "Go forward to this father-in-law, but the young student dare not accept it. The young student studied here... profit-oriented, since ancient times, businessmen, wealth, and never enough... Farmers, those who love the country and the people, merchants, and those who are selfish..."

After reading this article, the little scholar kept stopping this time and said directly: "There is another article that the little scholar continued to read, "The merchant who evades taxes is a treason dog"..."

After reading this article, the half-boy sitting on the floor jumped up and shouted left and right: "Give me a knife, I want to kill them, I really became the dog of the Liao people, and really became the son of the Dangxiang people. How could I, the Song Dynasty, tolerate such a traitor?"

A few young men around also stood up and said, "Brother Mao, I'll go with you. I have a knife at home. My father's knife, a knife that is too old, can kill people."

"Let's go and get a knife to your house. Today I have to kill these dog thieves." As he said, the half-aged boy rolled up his sleeves and tried to squeeze out into the crowd.

Just as he squeezed a few steps, he was stopped by a man behind him. The man said, "Brother Mao, where are you going to kill someone? Who are you killing? Should you kill one? Or will you kill all over Bianliang City?"

"Master Cui Er, don't stop me, I will kill anyone I catch?"

Mr. Cui was probably the top figure on the street here. Most of the guys here were grown up, so he naturally couldn't let these guys do things in a mess, so he said again: "Let's listen, too, you can be angry, but there must be a master, right? I heard that the shopkeeper of the store was very happy to pay taxes. Don't kill a good person by mistake at that time."

The old man was so angry just now that he was young and could easily be dazzled by this rising sense of justice. At this time, when Mr. Cui finished speaking, he was a little confused and turned around to look at the young scholar who was reading the newspaper.

The little scholar was stunned. He had never seen such a scene of fighting or killing? At this time, he saw that half of the young man looked at him and hurriedly said: "There is also the latest release of the Commercial Tax Supervision Office, and the blacklist of dishonest merchants is recorded. Those who resist taxes are all recorded. You can sit down quickly and continue listening."

Half-year-old boy stopped, and he was still ashamed. He spoke: "I heard this blacklist, I will kill me!"

Mr. Cui smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Second Master is with you."

"Okay, Mr. Cui is a man, do what he says." The old man cares about his face, goes down his own steps, and then turns his head and sits on the floor again.

The blacklist must not be finished in a short time. The young scholar was a little scared, afraid that the old man would really kill people. As soon as he finished reading, he said, "I have read the plum blossoms today."

"You read it, you must not ignore the plum blossoms. After you read it, I will get the knife."

The little scholar felt relieved and quickly read the story of the plum blossoms.

The story of Plum Blossom is quite long, and Zhao Zonglan's writing style is much more particular than Gan Qi's, so the young scholar has to stop to explain from time to time. However, when he finished reading, the young scholar couldn't help but feel a little nervous again. He looked down at the boy who was about to kill someone sitting on the floor in front of him, and said, "There is also a letter of initiative to boycott bad businesses here. Should I finish it together?"

"What book? What do you do?"

"The proposal is to make everyone resist those bad merchants who do not pay taxes, and not to spend money in their stores, and spend money in the stores of tax-paying merchants. This is to serve the country and the people, be loyal and courageous, serve the court, and serve the officials..." the young scholar explained patiently.

In fact, these two people are about the same age, both of whom are fourteen or fifteen years old. They are just scholars, sitting on a chair to read newspapers, unable to recognize a few words in a big way, and have already started to help the family with some errands. In a few years, when the half-boy grows up to be a man, the little brothers around this boy will grow up. Perhaps he is the successor of Mr. Cui and will become a figure on the street.

"Okay, this must be listened to, everyone must be heard, and everyone in Bianliang City must know that they cannot go to the store where traitors can make money." The old man said.

"Well, this is the proposal written by Mr. Qiulan. Mr. Qiulan is the author of the story of the plum blossoms." The young scholar seemed to be explaining specifically to Mao Ge'er, who was of the same age.

When the oldest boy Mao Ge'er heard this, he immediately felt awe-inspiring: "Oh, is it this Mr. Qiulan? Read it quickly, I like the story of the plum blossoms the most."

The little scholar finally felt at ease and began to read the content.

After reading the proposal book, the newspaper has been completely read today.

The people in the Gaojia Store in the Gate Tower naturally started to talk. Someone asked the people next to him: "Do you remember which merchants are written on the blacklist?"

"Almost remember."

"Then you have to say it again. I have a bad memory and I am afraid of going to the wrong door. This time I can teach them how to know. If I don't have a conscience, I won't have a good ending."

"Well, it's better for them to lose everything!"

After reading the newspaper and listening to the story, the melon seeds in my hand were almost knocked back. I walked back together, most of them were people nearby. It was also a fun for the neighbors to make a companion and walk a hundred steps.

Brother Mao seemed to remember what happened just now again, stood up, and shouted in front of many people: "Let's go, come with me to get the knife!"

Brother Mao walked in front, and the boys walked behind, all of them were walking in dragons and tigers, and there was a little smell of wind and cold Yishui, and the heroes never returned after leaving.

The boy who said he had a sword at home sneaked up and went home to look for the sword, and everyone was waiting at the corner of the alley.

After waiting for a long time, the boy went to the entrance of the alley with a sad face and said, "Brother Mao, my father took the knife to the value, and he didn't... stayed at home."

Brother Mao was so angry that he came: "You guy, you are all dependent on you at a critical moment!"

"Brother Mao, we don't have a knife, are you going?"

Brother Mao waved his fist and said, "Go, you can't kill anyone without a knife. You have to exhale a vent. Pick up the stones, pick up the big ones, wrap them in clothes, let's smash the damn ones, smash the windows, and smash his tiles!"

"Go ahead, smash the fuck!"

"Everything goes, don't blame anyone. Let's see who will smash it accurately today!"

Brother Mao lowered his head and picked up a stone, lifted the corner of his clothes and made it into a pocket, put it in the pocket, and then looked for it. He said, "Good brother, we are loyal. We don't have a knife. The merchants have slaves and servants. They will definitely not be afraid of us. They will definitely come out to chase and fight. If anyone runs slowly, don't give up all the brothers. Just wait for the evening, I will climb over the wall to save him. Changshun's father will come back at night. When Changshun steals the knife, I will carry it to save him!"

"Okay, just Brother Yimao! There are no cowards here!"

The group hugged the corner of their clothes and wrapped the stones, went out of the street, searching left and right, not far south, Li Ji Grain Store, which was on the blacklist.

A dozen boys, the stones were like raining.

While smashing, he shouted: "The unscrupulous businessman, the dog of the Liao people, and the son of the Dangxiang people, tell you to evade taxes!"

Suddenly, tiles flew across the windows, and the wooden grids on the windows were also in a mess.

Each person had seven or eight stones, and after smashing them, they would run away.

Naturally, someone ran out with a stick in the store and shouted, "Little bastard, little beast, don't run away."

How can you not run away? It’s true that there are alleys, and these guys who chase after them with sticks are really unable to catch up with these half-baby boys.
To be continued...