In the speed competition, the donkey is still the winner.
Yan Yu enjoyed the feeling of speeding by lightning. She could not estimate the speed, but she knew that the speed was definitely faster than that of a horse, and the mechanical creation was tireless. As long as the sun rose every day, it could be said to have unlimited power.
After Gouzhu was dropped for a certain distance, the donkey began to slow down and slowly stopped.
The dog caught up with him, sticking out his tongue and panting heavily.
Sit down and then lean over to rest.
He looked exhausted.
Yan Yu went over and stroked the dog's head, picked it up with a smile, waited for Sanbao to come near, and put the dog on the bullock cart.
He couldn't stand up and shook his tail slightly.
Yan Laoer asked: "What's going on?"
"It's tired from running."
Yan Laoer:......
Okay, it looks a lot like a dog.
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Both Liang Manshan and Yan Laoer went to the countryside to collect grain taxes for the first time.
The difference from the former is that Yan Laoer has never experienced it, while Liang Manshan at least knows some of the details inside.
He told Yan Laoer: "If there is anything wrong, just press it for now and wait until we return to the city."
Yan Laoer was not a simple novice, so he nodded repeatedly without any inappropriateness.
Although the government servants sent to collect grains were not as familiar with Li Captou's group and Yan Laoer, they had experienced the city's siege together. The eldest boss valued Yan Hushu, and Yan Er was a member of the Zhuangban.
His position is quite friendly to him.
Hearing that he came here to buy grain, several government officials looked at each other and said it was a trivial matter and took care of it for them.
Yan Laoer knew that they had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained clearly that their village did not have much grain stored, and they wanted to buy more for the winter. They were willing to buy grain at market prices, or exchange it for vegetables.
After hearing this, the officials looked even better.
Although they are greedy, they have been natives of Huju for several lifetimes, and they can get married in any village.
This is a good thing that is mutually beneficial, and they are naturally happy to succeed.
When the government office comes to collect grain, people are notified in advance.
Each village must be prepared in advance.
As soon as the person arrives, the food is weighed directly on the scale without any delay.
Liang Manshan and the others only brought an ox cart with a bucket and a scale on it.
The village chief was a man in his thirties. He greeted me warmly and was very busy serving tea and water in the temporary shed.
A red seal was inserted without any trace.
Not even Yan Laoer was left behind.
The leading yamen officer's surname was Wan, and he was the leader of the soap class.
In the past, people on the fast shift went to the countryside to collect grain. Since Mr. Tian took office, this rule has been changed. He can arrange the three shifts of yamen as he wants. The clerks are all used by several people. No matter how many yamen are there, it will be the same.
There is also an advantage to rotating errands in this way.
In the matter of grain collection, both the catching class and the soap class were newbies, and they were not yet skilled in fooling the superiors. The grain tax in the first two years was smaller than the previous years of losses.
Mr. Tian tasted the benefits and carried out the shift to the end.
Zaoban came here once last year, and everyone in the village knew what was going on, so they were not surprised.
Wan Tou weighed it up, had an idea in his mind, and signaled to the government servant next to him.
The latter understood immediately and moved the scale down.
When the villagers saw the big scale falling to the ground, their hearts dropped, and their faces became more and more smiling.
Wan Tou introduced to the village chief: "This is the newly appointed Liang Hushu. You should also recognize him to avoid conflicts later."
The village chief immediately bowed to Liang Manshan: "Liang Hushu has worked hard, and I have heard of your name for a long time. I finally see you today. Please take a seat. We have to do these rough jobs. If you are tired, please keep count by the side. We will have lunch
Everything has been arranged, and we have ordered the finest banquets in the restaurants in the city. You can try them, have a taste..."
Liang Manshan showed his anticipation and looked at the people in Zaoban.
Wan Tou said: "Brothers are all capable. I guarantee that the afternoon errand will not be delayed. How about Liang Hushu, can you give me a favor?"
Liang Manshan smiled and said: "In that case, I'm sorry for bothering you."
"Don't bother me, don't bother me!" the village chief couldn't help but turned around and went to organize things.
With the right words here, every household lined up in the order registered on the list.
The grains were packed in unsealed bags in advance. After they were moved here, the yamen asked them to pour them into another bag again. During this process, they could see if the shells were removed cleanly.
After taking part in the inspection, the yamen servant nodded, and the bag of grain was placed on the large scale.
If the amount is not enough, the officer will shake his head and look ugly.
The people who were weighing the grain were trembling with fear, and kept apologizing, and then hurriedly poured a lot of it from the prepared grain bags...
Everything is going smoothly. Needless to say, we both have plans in mind.
What Liang Manshan needed to do was to record the amount of grain handed in by each household.
It is not a random collection. The government has its own land, and it is cultivated according to seasons, and taxes are paid according to 20% of the harvest. This is a benevolent policy established by the British king after he granted Guanzhou.
This alone brings all the people back to Guanzhou, and no one has a bad word to say about the prince.
Although this benevolent government was beneficial to the people, it made the Royal Palace, various government offices, and city government agencies even more constrained.
The King of England couldn't bear the embarrassment of Guanzhou officials, so he also subsidized his own share. Only then did Guanzhou have a good life that it could barely cope with in recent years.
Yan Laoer found an opportunity and dragged the village chief away.
The village chief was stunned for a moment, then walked aside to talk to him.
Hearing what the man said and repeatedly emphasized that he would collect grain at market prices, the village chief did not look happy, but rather a little annoyed.
"Brother, you are a little late. The grain in our village has been purchased by grain dealers from other provinces. As soon as the grain tax is paid, those left behind for us to survive the winter will be taken away."
"Grain merchant? Then the price cannot be higher than what I charge for collecting grain, right?" Yan Laoer was anxious, why did a grain merchant show up?
"No, brother, your price is high. If we sell it to you, we can make more money, but... this has been agreed with others."
They are not far from the government officials who are responsible for weighing food, so people can listen to them.
"Have you decided? Have you given me money? You can't just say it without making a decision." A yamen servant curled his lips, thinking that the people in this village were all fools. The grain seller only had a few dollars, so Yan Er charged the market price. They all thought about it.
Sell him the family's rich food.
Besides, even if you give a deposit, what can you do? If you return it to him, there will probably be no paperwork, and you will definitely regret the verbal agreement. How can a foreigner turn his world upside down?!
"Not really..." the village chief said hesitantly.
The yamen servant immediately said: "Then what's the trouble? Brother Yan and his village didn't have time to grow grain, so all the land they opened was planted with vegetables. Look at what's on his oxcart. It's green and bright. Your grain can be sold for money."
It’s okay, you can also change the vegetables and store them for the winter, what a good thing.”
Yan Laoer moved down several baskets with a wink and showed them to everyone.
Not only the village chief can see it, but people in the village can also see it clearly.
The price is higher than that of the grain merchants, and you can also give money and exchange for vegetables. What else is there to consider?
Several people gathered around him on the spot and asked him how much food he wanted to buy and how he wanted to change the vegetables.
When the village chief saw this situation, he sighed.
His brother came over and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's wrong with this? We took money from others..."
"Forget it if you can't make a profit from the human fees. If the deal fails, just give it back to him. He didn't say anything to death at first, he just said he would help persuade the villagers to sell grain to him. Now someone has offered a higher price than him, and he still has
No matter what you are dissatisfied with, if you want to collect grain, you can also pay it according to the market price. We are all happy with it. Whoever sells it is not a seller."
At this moment, the village chief also changed his mind.
The grain merchant gave him five taels of silver, just to dazzle him, but after careful calculation, he had a lot of land, plus his brothers' and relatives' homes, the extra silver he could sell would be much more than the five taels.
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No matter how you calculate it, it is a good deal to sell it to this person named Yan.
When he was young, a government official told him that he was the biological brother of Yan Hushu, the government official, and the village chief didn't say anything.
Sell him, you must sell him!
No one can stop it.
This chapter has been completed!