The surname of Anjun Junjun is Zé, and he was born in the Yu family, an aristocratic family in Anjun. He is a cultivator who is thousands of years old, but he still looks like he has just entered his forties.

Most of the monks have beautiful postures, and Jun Jun is no exception. He has starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, and wears a scribe's hat, adding a bookish air to his heroic demeanor.

His eyes were clear and lively, and when he saw the young monk floating towards him, he couldn't help but praise: "What a handsome young man, he is as good as jade in the world of strangers, and he is unparalleled in the world!"

Speaking of which, the young monk's appearance is not the kind of beauty that would captivate a country, but he is as if he is clothed in the bright moon and sunshine, exuding a gentle aura like the earth, bright and majestic, and noble in bearing.

The beauty of a young man is not in his appearance, but in his extraordinary temperament, and his aura of peace and harmony that embraces all rivers and is as vast as the sky and the earth.

"Excellent!" Le Yun made a monk's salute and said politely: "The Lord Youlaoge and all of you are kind to me. I am here for a private matter, and the Lord Youlaoge issued a grain purchase order to allow me to stay in An

Each county government purchases rice grains."

Everyone in the Sheriff's Mansion returned the gift.

Jun Jun invited the young monk to go to the main hall and asked with a smile: "I need a warrant from the county, which means that the rice grain purchased exceeds one billion catties. I wonder how much rice grain you need?"

"The more, the merrier." Le Yun raised her eyebrows and smiled: "To be honest, if the three counties of Ping'an and Jing'an could sell all their stored grains and this year's autumn grains to Lord Benzhen, that would be a longing for me."

While they were talking, everyone walked up the steps to the verandah outside the gate.

Lord Geng made a gesture to invite the guests in and asked again: "The four neighboring counties of Ping'an and Jing'an are famous granaries of the west. Why did you leave out Ning County alone?"

"Originally, my elders and I planned to buy grain in Ning County due to transportation problems. Now no one else can get the rice and grain from Ning County. If my elders and I could have a hand in it, we would not buy grain from Ning County at this time.

Come to Anjun to buy food."

"Is there no grain to sell in Ning County?" The officials of the county governor's office were very confused. It is the autumn harvest now, and Ning County has not heard any rumors of a bad harvest this year. Why is there no grain to sell in such a large Ning County?<

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Then, Jun Jun seemed to have some realization: "Could it be that Prince Xinhe arrived at Ning Jun during his western tour?"

"Exactly."

Le Yun answered with a smile, followed the lead of everyone in the Sheriff's Mansion, entered the main hall and sat down in the guest seat.

"Prince Xin visited Ning County on his westward tour. Even if he collects tax grains or collects part of the military rations, he won't be able to divert Ning County's grain reserves."

The officials greeted the young Nascent Soul Lord to sit down, and a clerk took out a pot of hot water to make tea from a fresh storage container.

"Prince Xin proposed that Ningjun should pay 80% of the autumn grain as tribute, and also requisition next year's spring and autumn grain, but he and Lord Xin no longer had the chance to enjoy Ningjun's tribute."

"Our four counties are known as granaries. According to the law, the empire collects 20% of the taxed grain, and the local government collects half of the tax. The people pay 25% of the annual harvest as taxed grain. Prince Xin actually asked Ning County to pay 80% of the autumn grain.

?Is he crazy for daring to privately increase taxes by 50%?"

Before the others could react, Jun Jun caught the key point. He almost slammed the table in shock. Are you kidding me? Asking people to hand over 80% of their autumn grain is to force the people to rebel?

Le Yun pretended to be surprised: "Hey, the imperial law is to take 20% of the national tax grain? Why is Ning County's grain tax 40%? Does the Xin royal family favor one over the other?"

"Xin Heguo's national law stipulates that each county's grain tax is 20%. If there is a war in the country, military grain may be increased and the grain tax will be increased by 10% to 20%."

Geng Junjun explained the tax laws in a deep voice and sincerely asked for advice: "May I ask your Excellency, Prince Xin asked for 80% of the tax, will Ningjun Junzheng agree, and Shang Junzheng will be okay with him?"

"Master Shangjun is very good, but Prince Xin is not so good."

Jun Jun was so shocked that he almost jumped up: "Shang Junjun won't... do anything to Prince Xin?"

"Shang Junjun didn't do anything to Prince Xin, but someone else beheaded Prince Xin and Princess Xin who accompanied Prince Xin on his western tour."

The young monk kept swearing without saying anything surprising, and all the officials in the An County Sheriff's Mansion were so shocked that they seemed to have springs under their butts, and they bounced up.

Junjun Jun also slapped the table and stood up, shouting: "It's over, it's over! Prince Xin died in Ningjun. Shang Jun's crotch fell out of yellow mud this time. It's either shit or shit. His life is over!"

Le Yun looked at Jun Jun, who looked really worried about Jun Jun Shang?!

"Does Jun Jun think that the one who killed Prince Xin will let Jun Jun Shang take the blame?"

"..." Jun Jun sighed and sat down a little weakly. His tone could not hide his worry: "You don't know something. The prosperity of the four counties of Ping An and Tranquility has long attracted the dissatisfaction of many of the emperor's relatives, but they just suffered from the lack of opportunities.

Dealing with the four counties, now that Prince Xin died in Ning County, how could the people in the imperial city not take the opportunity to get angry? Even if that person would not let Shang Jun take the blame, those people would still blame Shang Jun.

So we took the opportunity to attack Shang Jun."

"You don't have to worry, Lord Geng. The Hunjun of the Xin family and some of his courtiers are now in a difficult situation and have no chance to embarrass Ningjun."

"How do you say this?" Geng Junjun was refreshed.

"Jun Jun, does he know who cut off the head of Prince Xin, Princess Xin?"

"I can't guess. I think it must be the powerful True Lord of a large Immortal Sect. May I ask which high-level True Lord of the Immortal Sect did it?"

"It's not a sect of the Immortal Sect. That person has a thunderous name. After all, her immortal statue still stands in the square in front of the Anjun County Sheriff's Mansion."

"?" Jun Jun jumped up again, his eyes as wide as bull's eyes, and his voice as urgent as thunder: "Is... the guardian of the Immortal Tree beheaded Prince Xin? The guardian of the sacred tree came to Ningjun?!"

The officials also stood up, with expressions of disbelief.

"Yes, it is the guardian of the sacred tree." Le Yun also stood up, pretended to bow to the outside, and then sat down: "This matter is a long story. If you want to know the story, please allow me to tell you slowly.

Listen."

"Good work!"

Lord Geng and all the officials followed Shan into the stream and sat down to listen.

Le Yun took the teacup and drank a sip of tea to moisten it before telling the story softly.

The young man's voice was warm and clear, and he talked about the time when the guardian of the sacred tree concealed his whereabouts and went into Ningcheng to get food, and then got angry and killed Princess Xin Shu for the people of Ning County. He also talked about how later he heard that Prince Xin was ordered to demand 80% of the food tribute from Ningcheng.

Prince Xin was furious at the incident. He was neither hasty nor slow, and his voice was cadenced.

When everyone in the audience was fascinated, sometimes they were filled with anger, sometimes they burst into anger, and sometimes they clapped their hands in joy.

After the young monk finished telling the story of the guardian of the sacred tree who killed the crown prince and princess of the Xin family in anger to uphold justice for Ning County, the whole hall was silent.

After a while, there were bursts of envy.

"The people of Ningcheng are so lucky to be able to admire the treasure of the guardian of the sacred tree!"

"Shang Junjun is protected by the guardian of the sacred tree. It's a blessing in time!"

"The guardian fairy of the sacred tree actually sits in Ning County to help Ning County bring luck. Ning County is so happy!"

If you ask the officials in the Anjun County Sheriff's Mansion how they feel now, they will feel envy in addition to envy.

Seeing that a group of people had forgotten their business, Young Master Le Yun had no choice but to urge: "Your Excellency Chu Wei now knows the reason why Ning County's grain is not sold outside. I would like to ask Lord Genu to write a warrant. I am in a hurry to buy grain."

"Let's write it now." Geng Junjun also remembered the business, agreed, and took out paper and pen to write in handwriting.

He wrote the warrant like a flowing stream, stamped a few big seals, made a register, drew a picture of the young monk, and recorded the warrant and the boy's record with a photo stone.

After completing the procedure, Jun Jun handed the warrant to the young monk.

Le Yun took it and took a look, oh haha

Good guy, the Lord of An County is so generous that he also issued an unlimited warrant of the highest level.

The warrant is not issued for free, a tax must be paid.

The amount of the tax depends on the level of the warrant. For a warrant with unlimited grain transactions, thirty high-grade spiritual stones are required, which is equivalent to thirty million low-grade spiritual stones.

If the warrant limits the purchase amount to within 10 to 90 billion jins, the amount of high-grade spiritual stones paid will be between 10 to 19 yuan.

Each county pays different taxes due to its different population. Generally, it is about 10 million to 20 million low-grade spiritual stones.

The "handling fee" collected from an unlimited grain purchase warrant can be used to offset a county's taxes for one and a half or two years, which shows that the warrant is worth a lot of money.

However, unlimited warrants cannot be issued casually. Many counties have never issued such warrants in their lives. After all, if the warrant is issued, the person who gets the warrant will buy up all the remaining grain in the county. At this time, if the country needs a sudden war,

Raising food, there is no food left in the county, everything needs to be finished.

With the unlimited grain purchase warrant, Le Yun was naturally happy and put thirty pieces of high-grade spiritual stones in a small storage bag and handed them to the county guard for inspection.

Business being done, Jun Jun took the storage bag, transferred the spirit stones to the silver bag in the governor's house, returned the small storage bag, thought for a while and asked more: "Your Excellency should be from a famous immortal sect.

, there should be no shortage of spiritual rice, why do we need to buy so much rice grain?"

"Originally, I was entrusted by someone to purchase some grain reserves. A few hundred million kilograms is enough. Knowing that the guardians of the sacred tree are also buying grain, my elders and I bought more and then resold some to others.

The guardian of the sacred tree and her friends."

Le Yun had already prepared a reason, and it was quite natural. She herself is the guardian of the sacred tree, so her reason was fine.

Lord Geng was stunned: "After purchasing grain in Anjun, do you still need to return to Ningcheng? Can you make it in time?"

"Of course I can make it in time. The friend of the guardian of Shencun sent people to Xinhe Imperial City. He is expected to return to Ningcheng before the Chinese New Year at the earliest. If it takes a slower time, he may not be able to return until after the New Year. I have no idea why I rushed back to Ningcheng before the Chinese New Year.

Question."

"That's right." Jun Jun thought for a moment and discussed sincerely: "Your Excellency, the guardian of the sacred tree appears in Ning Jun. To us, it is equivalent to being right in front of us. I don't know, but it's okay. Now that I know, no.

If you go to pay homage to a fairy once, you will be in awe for the rest of your life.

I really want to go to Ning County to meet the fairy on behalf of the people of An County. If I fly by myself, I will not be able to reach Ningcheng before the New Year even if I try my best. Could you please be accommodating and give me a lift when you return to Ningcheng?"

The eyes of the officials brightened, then dimmed again. They also wanted to pay homage to the fairies, but their cultivation was weak. If they all followed the Lord to Ningcheng, who would handle the official affairs of the Governor's Mansion?
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"?" A question mark popped up in Le Yun's mind. Alas, her fans want to take a ride. Should they be taken? It's too embarrassing.

"Anjun is far away from Ningjun. If you take a spiritual boat to go there, you will have to fly on your own on the way back."
To be continued...