"Nine hundred coins, the price of food is too high!"
In a house, several people were wearing cotton clothes, but the styles of the clothes were complicated and complicated. You could tell at a glance that they were carefully made. In terms of value, they were probably more valuable than ordinary silk clothes.
I have to say that these merchants are really good at playing. Lao Zhu ordered them not to wear silk and satin, so they worked hard on cotton.
The one who spoke was one of them. He had a fat head and a thick palm with 20% thick fat on the top and bottom, just like a white-flour bun with five short chopsticks stuck on it.
And he was holding this short finger, hugging a singer, and stroking her waist.
"Yes, the Royal Grain Industry collects 900 coins. We must receive at least 950 coins, otherwise those mud-legged people would definitely rather sell to the Royal Food Industry than to us." The other one was dressed similarly.
But the thin old man said, "If we collect the grain for 950 cents, the price of grain will be only 300 to 400 cents in April and May next year, and we will not be able to make much money. Add to that transportation and storage, we will
It’s almost like doing it for nothing!”
"It is indeed too high. You said that last year, the highest price of food in the Royal Grain Industry was only 830 cents. Why did it suddenly rise so much this year?"
As soon as these words were spoken, other people looked at this person one after another, and no one knew the reason.
Seeing this, the man smiled dryly, coughed, and asked, "What should we do? Are we still going to collect this food?"
"What's the matter? Shopkeeper Shen, don't you want to collect grain?" the thin old man said with a smile, his eyes full of greed.
Shopkeeper Shen's face darkened. If he didn't accept it, wouldn't his share of the grain be divided among you? Although the price of nine hundred and fifty coins is high, it's not like the bad old man said that there is no money to be made, just to make money.
Just a little less.
Besides, this shopkeeper Shen specializes in the grain business. If he doesn't collect grain, I'm afraid he will be squeezed out of this business by these people next year, right?
Shopkeeper Shen smiled and said, "Of course I have to collect it."
"Okay." The fat merchant suddenly raised his hand, "We have been friends for several years. There is no need to test and test like this. Since everyone wants to harvest grain, what about the price?"
"Nine hundred and fifty cents is really too high. I thought it could be lower, like nine hundred and ten cents." The thin old man said, stroking his beard.
Shopkeeper Shen was stunned for a moment and asked without thinking, "What if the people don't want to sell?"
"That's your own business. When we do business, the price is high and the price is low. Everyone depends on their ability. If you have the ability, we have no objection if you lower the price to 900 yuan."
The merchant glanced sideways at Shopkeeper Shen.
Shopkeeper Shen couldn't afford to offend this person, so he could only grit his teeth and endure his ridicule, nodding and saying, "Okay, then let's each rely on our abilities!"
As the merchants traveled from village to village, the common people slowly sold grain to them. Of course, most of them were like this. Some merchants whose bids were too low made the common people excited, and the common people sold the grain to the Royal Grain Industry, even if
It costs ten or twenty cents less, and the food must be transported to the county town, and the people are willing!
Of course, the people are not fools, and they will do things that will cause them great losses. You must know that one stone of food is less than twenty cents, and twenty or thirty stone of food is five or six hundred cents less. This is not a small amount of money for the people.
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But the common people will not suffer a loss, because merchants have higher requirements for food, and the price is usually lowered.
The new head of the Taxation Department, Zhou Fook.
He was originally a commander of the navy. Of course, he was only a small patrol inspector before, and he was appointed urgently because he had to come to the tax collection department.
Originally, Zhu Biao wanted to designate the head of the county tax collection department as Cong Qipin.
But Han Du thought that if this was the case, there would only be one official seventh grade, the county magistrate, in a county. Then wouldn’t the head of the taxation department have to be subordinate to the county magistrate? In this case, I am afraid that the taxation department would often be interfered by the county government.
The Taxation Department is responsible for collecting taxes and cannot be manipulated by officials at the same level.
The relationship between taxation and taxation was so important that it could not be interfered with in any way. Therefore, Han Du insisted on reporting to Zhu Biao and set the head of the taxation department at the same level as the officials of various prefectures and counties. At the same time, the taxation department was not under the jurisdiction of the local yamen and was only under the jurisdiction of the local government.
The taxation department at a higher level has direct jurisdiction.
It is conceivable that any local chief official will be very unhappy with the appearance of a yamen in his jurisdiction that is not under his jurisdiction and has direct access to Tianting.
Zhou Fu didn't care whether the county magistrate treated him well or not. He himself was not very interested in the county magistrate. Even when he came here, he just stopped and moved into the Taxation Department Yamen. Even the county magistrate was here.
He had no interest in meeting his parents.
Even if the tax collection was imminent and the county government needed help, Zhou Fu had no intention of visiting the county magistrate in person. He only sent a tax collector to inform him.
The tax collector who was sent soon came back alone, with a hint of anger on his face.
Before the tax collector could speak, Zhou Fu put down his tea cup and asked, "What? Are you angry at the county government?"
"Sir, they are going too far!" Du Ding is also a member of the navy. Although he and Zhou Fu did not know each other at first, since they were both sailors, they naturally became a little closer to each other, and they did not talk too much.
Many barriers.
Faced with such blunt words from the tax collector, Zhou Fu just smiled and said, "What? The county government refuses to send someone to help?"
"Yes!" The tax collector nodded aggrievedly, "Sir, not only did the county government refuse to send government servants to help us, they also ridiculed me. They said that since our tax department is responsible for collecting taxes, we should collect the taxes ourselves.
What kind of heroes are they asking for help? My lord, do you think they are speaking in human language? Our tax collection department and your lord are only six people. For such a big county, it will only take us so many years and months to collect taxes.
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Zhou Fu was not as anxious as the taxman. He listened and said with a smile, "The county magistrate is taking out his anger on you for not going to see him. Perhaps we have cut off their financial resources so that they have no way to collect."
The resentment of squandering the people's wealth and anointing. He is a seventh-rank official, and I am also a seventh-rank official. Why should I go to pay homage to him? Why don't I see him come to pay homage to me? I won't go!"
"My lord, I just won't go! They can't control us anyway, so we won't see what he can do!" The taxman was also very angry. According to his original idea, he went to the county government office to report it, and the county government sent a servant over.
, it would be great if everyone worked together to collect taxes. Unexpectedly, they were ridiculed.
"What are you talking about?" another older tax collector scolded him, and turned to Zhou Fu and said, "Sir, how can we collect taxes without the help of the county government?"
Zhou Fu smiled slightly, put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and pulled on his official uniform. He smiled at the five men under his command and said, "What's there to worry about? Without the butcher, can I still eat pigs with hair on them? Everything remains the same.
Please inform me that the central gate will be opened tomorrow and tax collection will begin!"
"yes!"
The next day, the sun just rose!
According to the hour, the taxman came to the gate and opened it, rubbing his eyes which had not slept all night.
Originally, the taxman didn't think anyone would come here so early, but the moment he opened the door, he was stunned and forgot to even open the door.
Even the taxman couldn't help but rub his eyes and look again. A large group of people, standing or sitting in the darkness, were all looking at him.
"You, this is what you are"
"Don't you have to pay taxes? I am the grain chief, and I have brought the villagers to pay the taxes." A tall, energetic old man said to the tax collector with a wrinkled face.
The taxman pointed hesitantly.
Pointing to the old man in front of him, he asked, "Are you the grain chief?"
"Of course, we are the grain chiefs of the three villages of Shitou, Shigang and Liangshui." The old man thought that the tax collector was suspicious of him, so he pointed to the six people behind him, "They are from these three villages and they followed us to pay taxes.
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"You, are you here to pay taxes? Are you all grain chiefs?" The taxman has not yet reacted.
"Of course, we all are~"
“Not only the grain chief, but also the li chief is here.”
"Didn't you say that you should pay taxes at the Taxation Department this year? You also said that you need to use treasure banknotes to pay taxes. Look, little brother, we have even brought treasure banknotes."
The old man was a little anxious. Paying taxes was no small matter. If something went wrong, how could he go back and explain to the villagers?
"Pay taxes? Oh, yes, taxes are paid here!" The taxman finally came to his senses and quickly invited happily, "Everyone who pays taxes, please come in!"
The taxman ran all the way into the yamen and shouted inside, "Come out quickly, the tax-paying grain manager is here!"
The other tax collectors and Zhou Fu inside had already heard the commotion at the door. Now when they heard this loud roar, the tax collectors looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
But a smile suddenly appeared on Zhou Fu's face, and he said to the tax collectors, "Why are you still staring at it? Why don't you hurry out and start collecting taxes according to what we have prepared?"
"Oh, yes, sir." Several tax collectors ran out quickly.
The five tax collectors quickly moved out the prepared long cases from the side room. Then, yellow books, pen and ink, and tax payment certificates specially made by the Ministry of Revenue were placed on the long cases one by one.
Five tax collectors, each in his place.
The tax collector at the front shouted to all the grain chiefs, "Get in line, come one by one. Come on, where are you?"
"From the six villages in Zhongli." This person quickly replied.
The taxman muttered, "Six villages in Zhongli have been found. You have a total of 24 hectares and 36 acres of land. You need to pay 812 guans and 497 cash in grain. Look at the amount."
Isn’t that right?”
"Yes, yes, exactly!" Liang Chang smiled so hard that his mouth stretched to the back of his head. Even the people following him had smiles on their faces.
These people were sent from each village. Their purpose was to follow the grain chief and the village chief and see them complete the tax payment with their own eyes.
As for how much each household in each village needs to pay, they had already calculated it in the village. Now that they heard that the total was exactly the same as their total, they were naturally very happy.