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Chen Guang looked through the account book and said, "Some of the town is far away from the river ditches and the canal has not been passed through. For such land, as much as possible, you can grow potatoes and sweet potatoes, and you cannot grow all jade wheat."

"Don't worry, our town not only has a good harvest of jade wheat, but also has a lot of potatoes and sweet potatoes. Except for other people's homes, most of them have better days this year than in previous years." The police said excitedly.

Before he came to work as a servant in the town, he was a white servant in the yamen. He often followed the yamen runners to the countryside to collect grain taxes. He had seen countless people selling their children to pay taxes.

Every time I see such a thing, I feel uncomfortable.

But he was just a vain man, with a slight word. He knew that the people could not pay taxes and forced the tax officials to destroy their families, so he could only watch it, without any help.

This year, there is a bumper harvest of food and a lower tax, so the people's lives are obviously better.

This time he went to collect grain taxes and encountered almost no worrying things. He easily collected grain taxes. On such days, let alone the people, he even felt more and more hopeful.

Chen Guang flipped through the account books page by page in his hand.

When he turned to one of the pages, he frowned and asked, "What's going on with this Bujie Temple (the name of the fictional temple has nothing to do with reality)? Didn't you say that the food tax has been paid?"

As he said that, he looked at the officer standing in front of him.

"Will you pay grain tax even if Bujie Temple?" The policeman was stunned for a moment.

Chen Guang put down the account book and asked, "Why don't the temple pay the grain tax?"

"The grain produced in the temple has never had to be paid tax. In the past, in order to pay less grain tax, many people dedicated their land to the temple and worked as tenant farmers in the temple." The police explained.

Chen Guang pressed his hand on the account book and said, "What you are talking about is the past. In the future, temples and scholars will need to pay taxes, otherwise they will be divided into the temple fields. If you take people to Bujie Temple, forget it, you go out and call people up, and I will go to find the monks to collect grain taxes."

"Do you want to notify the county? Borrow some people from the garrison palace?" the policeman asked.

Chen Guang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What are you looking for in the county? Let's go by ourselves, can we still eat people in the temple?"

"The Bujie Temple has raised some monks. I am worried that the monk will hurt you, the mayor." The police explained.

Chen Guang frowned and said, "What do you mean is that the monks of Bujie Temple will refuse to pay taxes by force?"

The monk sounds nice, but in fact he is not ordinary monks, but monks who drink and eat meat. Such monks are strong enough, and those who only eat vegetarians will not have any strength.

There are even some temples who specially recruit Green Forest people who have received wanted documents from the government.

Such people are brave and ruthless. Raising such people in temples can not only do shameful things, but also a deterrent to those tenants who plant temple fields.

"Bujie Temple has never paid taxes and this time they did not send anyone to deliver the food. It can be seen that they don't want to pay it, so we came to the door rashly, and we were worried that they would do something bad." The policeman said.

Chen Guang rubbed his chin with his fingers, nodded slightly, and said, "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. What you said makes sense. We cannot just go there so directly, and we still need to make some preparations."

"I'm going to the county town now and ask the garrison palace to send troops." The messenger thought that Chen Guang agreed to go to the garrison palace to ask for reinforcements, and he was preparing to go to the county town.

"etc."

Chen Guang called on the policeman who was about to leave.

The messenger turned around and asked, "The mayor has any other instructions?"

"You don't need to use the troops from the garrison for such a small matter. In this way, you can find a team of peasant soldiers. The number of people does not need to be too many. One team is enough. Go and go back quickly." Chen Guang said.

The police left the signing room.

Every village has a peasant association, and a part of the young and strong people have been selected to establish peasant soldiers.

The peasant soldiers are not considered formal soldiers and horses, nor have they paid. The soldiers and armor are provided by the tiger flag. A few days will be selected for military training every month. When it is not a busy farming day, the training time will increase. The town will manage the meals uniformly during training.

Training peasant soldiers is just like training miners on the Dongshan Mountain in Lingqiu when the tiger flag was used to train miners, but the personnel involved in the training have changed from miners to ordinary people.

Because peasants provide free meals to participate in training, they can save food at home, as long as there is training, peasants are all very active.

Chen Guang picked up the big teapot, poured himself a cup of boiled water and placed it on the table, took out a pipe in his hand, pinched a little cigarette and stuffed it in, lit it with a fire stick, and started smoking.

Tiger Flag sells two smoking tools: pipe and pipe pot. Generally, people prefer to use pipe pots. The pole is long and they are used to not being on their waists. They can use it when they want to smoke.

Officials and generals of the Tiger Banner are more accustomed to using pipe pots.

First, he does not take up space and can be stuffed on his body at will. Second, Liu Heng usually likes to use a pipe to smoke, which also makes the insiders of the Tiger Flag prefer pipes.

After a bag of cigarettes, the policeman who had left before walked in from outside.

"Master, the peasants and soldiers are all here. When will we set off?"

Chen Guang knocked the ashes in his pipe, then took them to his mouth and blew them. He turned his hand and put them on his body. Then he picked up the teapot on the table and drank a few sips of water. After putting it down, he said, "Let's go!"

As he said that, he stood up and walked out.

The police followed closely behind him and left the signing room one after another.

The office space in the town is an ordinary yard with wing rooms on both sides and several main rooms behind. A wooden board is used in front of the yard to paste the name of the town bureau.

Chen Guang walked out of the gate of the town office.

There was a team of peasant soldiers of more than 30 or forty people gathered outside the door. In addition to the peasant soldiers, there were also several people who collected grain taxes and a four-wheeled cart.

"Report to the mayor, the team has been assembled."

The captain of the peasant soldiers came to Chen Guang and raised his right arm and saluted him in front of his chest.

Although the peasant soldiers are not regular soldiers, the team organization is organized according to the template of the regular soldiers. The only thing they lack is that the peasant soldiers are not as long as the regular soldiers’ training, and they have to be a little worse than the regular soldiers. They can only eat enough, and they cannot guarantee that they have meat and eggs every meal. Many soldiers and armor are eliminated by the regular soldiers.

Chen Guang nodded and said loudly: "Order the team to advance to Bujie Temple."

The captain of the peasant soldiers turned around and faced his team, shouting: "Target Bujie Temple, set off."

The peasant soldiers who received professional military training lined up in an orderly manner and began to move forward.

In the team, most of the peasants were walking in the front with long spears, in the middle there was a peasants holding a grenade gun, and finally a peasants carrying a tiger squatting cannon on their shoulders.

The grain tax officer followed the four-wheeled cart together.
Chapter completed!