The Scholars are in a good mood!

Last night, the old man showed his strength in his concubine. When he woke up today, his shy face and heartfelt obedience were already a situation that the scholars had never seen in many years.

It is said that people should imitate the elderly, but now the Scholars have discovered a way to not imitate the elderly.

Seeing Shi Xie hurriedly walking in, Shi Hui immediately asked, "Where is the ginseng?"

Shi Xie hurriedly asked for his merits: "Fifty are all in the carriage."

A smile appeared on the Shihui's face and said slowly: "Okay, you can try it too tonight!"

Shi Xie was stunned for a moment, then immediately showed a eager look: "Son, obey the order!"

The father and son looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.

On the other hand, Wei Xiang encountered a big and small trouble.

Just as Wei Xiang was thinking about how to use ginseng to make more money, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and his father appeared with a stern face.

Wei Xiang subconsciously shuddered and hurriedly said, "Don't urge me, Father, I have been working very hard these days."

For four days, no one knows how Wei Xiang spent these four days. It is simply a gathering of happiness and pain, and it is both ice and fire.

The most terrifying thing is that these four days are not over yet!

The father snorted and said, "Don't you ask about this for your father, but you want to ask about it - is this ginseng really useful?"

Wei Xiang nodded with great certainty and said, "It is absolutely useful, please don't worry, father."

The father stared at the eyes and said, "You said it was the Shenlong before, but now you are the Shennong family. Can't this god and the ancient sage king recognize you only? Have you been fascinated by those who are blamed by Di people and come back to deceive me in the Great Jinzhong?"

Wei Xiang was amused and cried, and said, "Don't believe me, you will know until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. The efficacy of ginseng is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary drugs."

Just as the father and son stared at each other, the room was knocked again.

Wei Xiang was surprised at how many guests he had today. When he opened the door, he found that it was the sect leader Wei Jiang and the third uncle Wei Keqi.

Uncle San grabbed Wei Xiang's shoulder and said happily: "Xiang'er, your ginseng is really useful! After taking two doses, the situation of the ancestors has improved significantly!"

The one who was surprised by this result was not Wei Xiang but the father behind him: "Is it really useful?"

Uncle San smiled and said with great certainty: "The doctor said that as long as you take a few more doses, you will definitely recover after a period of cultivation!"

As Wei Xiang listened, his chest erected unknowingly, and a smile appeared on his face: "Father, you should believe it this time, right?"

The father looked at Wei Xiang with a complicated expression, and after a while, he patted Wei Xiang on the shoulder: "Good job."

For some reason, the old father's praise seemed to be more pleasing to Wei Xiang's ears than others' praises.

Suddenly, Wei Xiang felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

He looked at his third uncle, then looked at the sect leader Wei Jiang, and said, "Is there something happened?"

Uncle San smiled bitterly and nodded, "It's true. Someone came from the Inner History just now. We asked our Wei family to pay the tax that should have been paid to the treasury last year."

According to the laws set when the Zhou Dynasty was founded, every noble and official with a fief needed to pay a tax on their monarch every year.

In fact, a long time ago, the princes also needed to pay tribute to the Zhou emperor every year, but after the Zhou emperor declined, no one mentioned this kind of thing anymore. Instead, the overlords obtained such a status. Zhao Dun even made detailed regulations on the types and quantity of tributes that each country should pay to Jin every year when he met the princes in the past few years.

Wei Xiang was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but speak, "No, hasn't the taxes that should have been paid last year been exempted?"

Every year, after the autumn festival and New Year's Day, the time for tax payment is to be paid. Last year, because Wei's huge casualties were paid in the autumn festival, Zhao Dun, as the winner, completely waving the pen to completely eliminate the share that Wei should be paid.

The sect leader Wei Jiang sighed and said, "Zhao Xuanzi did exempt him from last year's taxes, but the problem is that the current inner history is under the jurisdiction of the Zhongxing Bo, so..."

Wei Jiang did not continue to say it, but Wei Xiang had already understood: "Zhongxing clan is unwilling to accept his failure in Handan, and he wants to take the opportunity to make things difficult for us Wei."

Wei Jiang nodded slowly, and the room fell silent for a while, and even the father, who was the most angry, was speechless for a while.

Wei Xiang asked: "How much tax is required?"

Wei Jiang said: "Three hundred sets of armor and three hundred weapons, or ninety thousand cash or six thousand stones of grain."

Wei Xiang frowned immediately: "So many?"

The coins of this era were all cast from copper. Since it is still the Bronze Age, copper was also used in the casting of weapons, weapons, armor, sacrificial supplies, etc. In addition, the actual situation in which the entire China was originally short of copper ore, the value of copper coins was quite high.

Judging from the current prices of Jin State, fifteen Jin State cloth money (cloth coins) can be exchanged for one stone of food, which is enough for an adult labor force to eat for twenty days, and children can eat for one month.

You should know that according to the records in the Han Books and Foods, it took twenty-seven cents to buy one stone of grain in the Han Dynasty, and the purchasing power was much lower than that of the Jin Dynasty's cloth coins.

Because of this, the tax that Wei needs to pay seems so amazing.

Wei Jiang sighed helplessly and said, "After all, Wei family has annexed Xu family's land. If the harvest is better this year, it is not impossible to hand over it, but the harvest season is not yet here."

Uncle San added anger: "The most annoying thing is the official of the Zhonghang family sent by the Inner History to send the message. He told us that we must submit it within five days, otherwise we would punish us for the crime of not paying taxes!"

The father finally spoke: "Xiang'er, you go to the palace and ask Zhao for help."

If you want to take out so many resources in five days, it is obviously an impossible task for Wei, who is so clean that the warehouse can starve rats to death.

Although the smelting workshop in Handan has started construction, not to mention that it has just been on the right track, even if the Handan workshop has so much money, five days is not enough.

At this moment, Wei Xiang deeply understood the benefits of those with high power. Lin’s father in the Bank of China forced a family of Wei into a dead end with just a very ordinary sentence!

Wei Xiang thought about it and said slowly: "I have to go to the palace, but the money... is actually not impossible."

The father was stunned for a moment and couldn't help saying, "Do you really think ginseng can sell so much money?"
Chapter completed!