Chapter 503: Why, does my family have to pay taxes too?
"You said forget it?" Mrs. Chen didn't have a good look on her face. She was very angry with the household secretary who said that her son was gone. It was just rude, but he dared to curse and said that her son was gone. Novelし
"Heh, what do you, a village woman, want?" Hu Shu sneered and took out the display he usually used at the county government office.
Mr. Zhu is sweating on his forehead. Why are the second son's family so ignorant? Just now, he managed to get everyone to ignore the book. What kind of temper are you showing now? This is not your own family, and you have annoyed others.
Mr. Hu Shu, we are the ones who suffer the loss. Why don’t we understand this?
"You can call a village woman?" Mrs. Chen glared hard at the household secretary.
"There are people in Huaining County that I can't name." The household secretary glanced at Mr. Chen contemptuously, sneered, and assumed a strong posture.
"Master Feng, Master Feng, please calm down." Uncle Zhu Shouren stepped forward across the crowd, bowed his hands to the household secretary, bowed to the end, made eye contact with the household secretary, then turned around, straightened up and preached to Mrs. Chen with a serious face.
, "Brothers and sisters, this is Lord Feng, the magistrate of our Huaining County Government House. He is in charge of the fish scale album, the inventory of money and land in Huaining County, and is in charge of the collection of money and grain from all over the county. Lord Feng came to us to measure the land in the river.
Brothers and sisters should be careful when we are ordered to go on business. If we get in the way of our business, we cannot afford to suffer the consequences."
"Hmph." Feng Hushu snorted hard as soon as his uncle Zhu Shouren finished speaking. He tossed his sleeves and turned his face to the sky, leaving everyone with a high chin.
"I, you can't scream!" Feng Hushu's attitude made Chen even more angry.
"You" Feng Hushu's face was filled with clouds, as if he were a tiger provoked by a rabbit. It seemed that it was about to show its fangs impatiently.
"Lord Feng, please calm down." Uncle Zhu Shouren once again stepped forward and saluted Feng Hushu, "My brothers and sisters are country people who are ignorant, sir. Don't blame me."
"Oh, it's Mr. Zhu. Why aren't you studying at home to prepare for the exam? I heard that Mr. Liu has high hopes for Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu, please don't betray Mr. Liu's trust." Feng Hushu seemed to have just seen his uncle Zhu Shouren.
. He dropped his chin, which was high above his head, and looked at his uncle Zhu Shouren in a new light.
"I would like to borrow your kind words." Uncle Zhu Shouren raised his hand again, made a small movement with his fingers, and gave an invisible look.
"Yeah." Feng Hushu nodded tacitly.
The two of them had a great sense of understanding, and everything was kept in silence, as if they had been discussed in advance.
"Forget it, for Mr. Zhu's sake, forget it this time. I won't argue with you, a village woman, and I won't do it next time." Feng Hushu cleared his throat and glanced at Mrs. Chen, as if he was showing kindness.
"Thank you, Master Feng." Uncle Zhu Shouren thanked him repeatedly, then turned his eyes to Father Zhu and Mr. Chen, and reminded him with gestures. "Second brother, younger brother and sister, why don't you quickly say thank you to Master Feng."
Feng Hushu put on airs at the right time, waiting for Zhu's father and Chen to bow and apologize. He felt that he was almost showing off his power, and it was time to get to the point of the play at this point.
"Master Feng?" Mrs. Chen sneered, and then asked, "What rank is Master Feng?"
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Chen's question made Feng Hushu, who was putting on airs, cough. His face, which was full of official accent, was a little red. Although he said that he had some real power in the county government, he, as a code official, was not established in the imperial court.
What kind of grade is there? It's not classy.
"Is there anyone who knows the county magistrate?" Chen asked again.
Feng Hushu's face turned even redder. The county magistrate was a seventh-grade official, so he was qualified to be compared with the county magistrate.
"I am a member of the sixth rank of An, personally granted by the emperor. When you, the county magistrate, greet me, you all greet me, but you act like a village woman." Mrs. Chen sneered.
The expression on Feng Hushu's face flickered after hearing this. In fact, he had always known that Chen was from Liupin'an. He also knew when the magistrate sent someone to express his gratitude, but he just deliberately ignored Chen.
The identity was intentional, because his purpose just now was to give Chen and Zhu's father a showdown, so he deliberately ignored Chen's identity as a sixth-grade Anren.
Thinking about what knowledge a village woman, Chen, could have, she first showed off her power and put on airs, which probably frightened the village woman. She herself could not even remember her title of Sixth Grade Anren.
First, use your power to suppress them, and then measure the land and talk about money, food, taxes and taxes to scare them.
As for whether Zhu Shouren's plan can succeed or not, it doesn't matter to him, but the twenty taels of silver promised before cannot be missed.
However, he never expected that there was something different from what Zhu Shouren said, and this Mrs. Chen was not an ordinary village woman.
Now listening to Mr. Chen mentioning his identity as a sixth-grade Anren, Feng Hushu's expression changed a few times, and then a stiff smile appeared on his face, and he arched his hand towards Mr. Chen without a smile.
He bowed politely and said, "Oh, it turns out it's Mrs. Zhu. I wonder which village woman she is. I've seen Mrs. Zhu before."
Although Feng Hushu said it was a courtesy, he didn't mean much respect. So what if Liupin'an was a person, he just had a name for etiquette, and he had no real power, just a false name. If Zhu Ping'an was still alive, it would be a different matter.
But now, Zhu Ping'an is gone, you have no backing, and there are no other officials in your family, not even anyone with a good reputation in the county, so what do you have to worry about, so you dare to accept this matter?
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"Humph." Mrs. Chen snorted coldly.
"Mrs. Zhu, don't be surprised. This official is here on an errand to measure the land. In the past, Mrs. Zhu's family would not have to worry about paying taxes when Mr. Zhu was here. But now, after Xianguan has measured the land, Mrs. Zhu's family will also have to pay taxes in the future.
Good calculation." Feng Hu Shupi said with a smile.
"You must know that our government attaches great importance to taxes. As the saying goes, 'Anyone who dares not to pay for himself, and who does not pay for himself will be punished by the authorities, and he will be a county magistrate for one year.' If you fail to pay after the due date, or if you pay less or miss payment, you will be punished."
Those who are severely punished will not only have their fields confiscated, but also be punished with hard labor." Feng Hushu continued, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.
"Paying grain and taxes is a matter of course. Now that Mr. Zhu is gone, unless another scholar or scholar comes out of your family and is qualified for tax exemption," Feng Hu wrote with a sneer.
After listening to Feng Hushu's words, Mr. Zhu couldn't help but turn his eyes to Zhu's father. He also thought of the suggestion made by his eldest son Zhu Shouren that day.
"Who said my son is gone? My pig will definitely come back." Mrs. Chen was angry and wanted to go up and scratch him, but Father Zhu held her back.
"Mrs. Zhu, it's better to express your condolences and accept the change. I'm busy now. The measurement is done. When it's time to pay the tax, I will send someone to notify Mrs. Zhu. Okay, let's continue the measurement." Feng Hushu said impatiently, and then raised his head
With a wave of his hand, he ordered the yamen servant to continue measuring.
"Pay taxes?"
"Why, does my family have to pay taxes too?"
At this moment, a young man's voice sounded in Feng Hushu's ears.
"Of course, it's a matter of course to pay grain and taxes," Feng Hushu replied impatiently. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the speaker, and his eyes widened. He couldn't say the next words anymore. He shouted in his throat as if he was being beaten.
It was as if someone had strangled his neck, and his body started to tremble. (To be continued.)