As the leaders of Buddhism and Taoism came to Beijing one after another, Ma Wencai, the new deputy leader of the White Lotus Sect, also came to the capital amidst the fanfare of the followers.

In fact, according to his original intention, he wanted to go to Beijing in a low-key manner. However, the real leader Han Qing said that this was the only way the imperial court could use a weapon of caution to prevent them from secretly sending people to kill them.

Ma Wen just thought about it all the way, wondering who was the rat and who was the weapon. It was not until he was approaching the capital that he realized that he was the rat from the White Lotus Sect. As for the "vessel", it was the reputation of the court.

After all, they came to Beijing to discuss Taoism this time because they were invited by the imperial court. Once the imperial court secretly kills them, the imperial court will lose its trust in the world.

Only then did Ma Wen understand the connection, and he no longer disliked his identity as a "rat". Aren't they, the White Lotus Sect, just rats on the streets all these years, hiding here and there all day long?

Now the "saints" have been slept with, and it is said that they are about to give birth to children. I really don't know what they are still bothering with.

When Ma Wencai began to doubt life and the cause of rebellion, Han Qing had already disguised himself as a salesman and started walking around the streets of Yingtianfu.

The reason why Han Qing has not been caught by the government for so many years is mainly because he has mastered makeup skills and does everything himself.

Otherwise, a pampered son-in-law would have been betrayed a hundred times by his gang of insincere rebels. Han Qing went deep into the countryside this time mainly because he wanted to understand the folk customs within Yingtian Mansion.

The Ming Dynasty has vigorously reformed the tax system in the past two years, and the most thorough implementation was in Yingtian Mansion, which is closest to the capital. When he came here, there must be complaints and people's livelihood.

Han Qing walked into a village and saw that there were only a few smokes from cooking stoves and no sound of chickens or dogs. A proud smile appeared on his face.

As he expected, the people here have been forced by the government to survive! If the Ming Dynasty keeps struggling like this for a few more years, won't it be possible to reach the level of the troubled times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty?

After walking half a circle in the village, Han Qing wanted to exit the area and start visiting the village again. When Nacheng wanted to turn around and walk back, he saw an old man waving to him.

"Young man, you have a bunch of stuff in your load!"

Han Qing is a very professional anti-thief. He carefully selects the goods in his cargo basket. Even if an official comes to check, he can't find any faults.

"Old man, we have everything in this load!"

"Whether it's needles, threads, or pills to treat headaches and fever, we have them all in our inventory!"

The old man suddenly looked happy when he heard this.

"Yo ho!"

"That's so kind. Give me a piece of candy, two sewing needles, a peach thread..."

Hearing this, Han Qing quickly put down his load and rummaged around in the cargo pole. As soon as he found the needle and thread, he saw a six or seven-year-old boy running out of the yard, surrounding his cargo pole and shouting "Sugar".

sugar".

Seeing this, Han Qing hurriedly took out a piece of candy wrapped in oil paper from the cargo basket. When the old man saw such a big piece, he showed a pained expression on his face.

"ah!"

"Why is it such a big piece, why don't you cut it into small pieces and sell it?"

"Grandpa, I want..."

When the old man heard his grandson acting coquettishly, he reluctantly touched his sleeves and asked anxiously.

"Such a big piece costs a lot of money, right?"

Han Qing thought for a while and gave a quotation of thirty yuan.

To be honest, the price is not low, but compared to the piece of candy he took out, it is definitely not high, and it is even a bit too cheap.

When the old man heard the quotation, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed this surprise and replaced it with a look of just the right amount of disgust.

"Tsk, tsk, it's so expensive. When we bought it last year, it cost ten cents a piece..."

When Han Qing heard this, he didn't criticize it and just replied with a smile.

"Old man, the one you bought last year must not be as big as ours!"

The old man nodded awkwardly upon hearing this.

"That's true!"

"This is the first time we have met a salesperson like you. If it weren't for the fact that all the old men and sons have become prosperous, we would still

I really can’t afford it.”

As the old man spoke, he took out forty copper coins from his sleeve and handed it over. Han Qing took the copper coin with both hands, but did not look at the money. Instead, he was thinking about what the old man said.

"Old man, you just said that your sons have become successful. Can you tell me how to achieve success?"

As soon as he mentioned this, the smile on the old man's face couldn't stop, and there were wrinkles of pride all over his face.

"Hi!"

"It's not a good time to catch up!"

"The emperor's grandson has built a series of workshops near the capital. They are constantly recruiting workers every day. As long as you have the hands and feet, they will want you."

"To tell you the truth, several of my daughters-in-law are now working in workshops and can earn up to 600 yuan a month!"

"My eldest son is even more incredible. In his early years, he helped villagers build houses and learned how to do masonry work. Now he works for some kind of construction company under the name of the emperor's grandson, and he can earn sixty bucks a day!"

Not to mention sixty coppers, Han Qing didn't care even for sixty thousand coppers. But when he saw the old man being so proud, he still exclaimed in cooperation.

"Oh haha!"

"Sixty miles a day, one thousand eight miles a month!"

The old man pursed his lips and smiled when he heard this.

"Who says it's not the case?"

"The Emperor's great grandson is very capable, no matter how many people there are there are not enough!"

"Last month my eldest son came back and said that he built the palace where the emperor's grandson lives now. He also said that there was a brick on the wall where he worked, with his name engraved on it!"

"Just think about how much of an honor this is. Our old Liu family will definitely be able to produce high-ranking officials in the future!"

When Han Qing heard this, the smile on his face gradually stiffened.

"May I ask, old man, have all the people in the village gone to work for the emperor's grandson?"

The old man waved his hands disdainfully upon hearing this.

"No way!"

"The emperor's grandson is short of people, but not everyone is in demand. You must have a skill, either spinning and weaving, or carpentry and masonry, in short you must be able to do the same."

"Those who don't know how to do anything are taken to other places to farm by the people in the county!"

"What?"

Han Qing had just heard what the old man said so well, and her heart had already sunk. Now when she heard the old man say this, her heart felt so cold.

It seems that there is no chaos under Ying Tianfu's rule?

Not only are the people living without people, but they are also living a pretty good life?

"Old man, can you tell us in detail?"

"Who in the county will lead them to farm?"

The old man shook his head when he heard this.

"I can't say for sure. Anyway, they are people from the county, maybe from the supply and marketing cooperative, the post office, or the Huimin Medical Center, right?"

"We can't run away from these families anyway. These families are very powerful and they are the emperor's grandson. Even the county magistrate dare not mess with them!"

"I also heard from someone from Wu Lao'er's family next door, saying that there used to be some public land in the county, but now it is all rented out to poor people. Those who were not allocated land were organized by people from the supply and marketing cooperative to go to other places, including to Datong in the north.

There are those who open up wasteland in the government, and there are those who go to Liaodong to farm."

"Liaodong is great!"

"People from the county told us that the land in Liaodong is so black that you can produce oil if you squeeze it!"

"Old man, I am getting older. If I were ten years younger, I would have to follow the emperor's grandson to farm..."

When Han Qing heard this, he asked unwillingly.

"Old man, what are you doing now? Are you staying at home all day?"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this.

"What are you talking about?

"What are we going to do to feed the old man at home?"

"Let me tell you, we can cultivate more than ten acres of land by ourselves now, and we don't have to pay a grain of grain to the government!"

Han Qing looked confused again when he heard this.

"Why is this?"

"Since ancient times, farming has been taxed. This is a matter of course. I never heard that the imperial court exempted farming from taxes!"

When the old man heard this, a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I'm telling you, don't gossip with others."

"Our family has taken advantage of a loophole. All ten members of our family are under the same account. According to the new policy of the emperor's grandson, there is no need to pay taxes on land less than two acres per person. Our family is stuck in the line, so of course we don't have to pay food.

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"I, this old man, can figure this out all by myself. Renzi takes his wife to work in Jinling and can earn more money!"
To be continued...