Seeing the fat middle-aged man approaching, the sharp sword in Lin Jinxiao's hand went straight to his neck, which was almost unrecognizable.
The fat boss was so frightened that he stood there and did not dare to move another step.
"Tell me, who taught you this method of collecting rent?"
Lin Jinxiao's thunderous anger made everyone tremble suddenly.
The middle-aged man's thick neck touched the sword blade, and blood immediately came out.
He knelt down on the ground with his whole body limp, and replied tremblingly: "Your Majesty, your highness, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this.
It is also a method passed down from the Qi family and Liangdao Yamen."
After saying the last few words, he half-raised his head nervously and glanced at Lin Jinxiao secretly, then he quickly buried his head again while covering his injured neck.
Lin Jinxiao clenched his fists, waved to the sergeant behind him and said, "Take it."
"Your Highness, Your Highness, why are you arresting ordinary people? They are not guilty."
The middle-aged fat man was escorted away and dragged a long distance, still screaming for injustice at the top of his lungs.
Lin Jinxiao put away the Emperor's Sword, glanced to the northwest, and pulled Chu Nanzhi toward the carriage: "Let's go to the Liangdao Yamen first, and then return to Tong'an Village."
Chu Nanzhi nodded hesitantly, looking at his gloomy cheeks, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.
Since he took office, he has worked hard to maintain people's livelihood, but these low-level officials have tried every means to line their own pockets, which is really hard for him.
But then he thought about it, he took back all the official land and rented it directly to the people at a rental rate of thirty to one tax. Those petty officials couldn't make any money, so they would naturally come up with such despicable means to deceive the superiors and subordinates.
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The wheel started rolling again and headed towards Liangdao Yamen.
When they arrived at the gate of the mansion, Lin Jinxiao led Chu Nanzhi through the door. He saw an official wearing thick-soled official boots that was a few inches thick. He was holding his breath, his breath was sinking in his pubic area, and he was fully prepared. He was more than ten meters away and walked towards the grain-filled warehouse.
Gu Hu rushed over with all his strength.
With a shout, the man rushed to the front of the grain hysterically, kicked it as hard as he could, and the grain fell down with a roar.
After that, the official waved his hand cheerfully towards his subordinates: "Your Majesty."
The Jiaogu people standing next to him had a dark face and expressed distress.
"The king's tax envoys are very powerful and majestic."
Lin Jinxiao walked slowly towards the courtyard, his cold eyes fixed on the newly made thick-soled official boots on the soles of the tax ambassador's feet.
Such a funny scene directly made Chu Nanzhi laugh uncontrollably: "It is the season of autumn and the air is not cold or hot. It is really rare for the tax envoy to even wear winter boots."
This official looked not as strong as the strong man in the west of the city, but wearing such thick boots, no matter how hard he exerted himself, his feet would not be hurt.
When the royal tax envoy saw that it was Lin Jinxiao, the cannibalistic look in his eyes frightened him to the core. He quickly knelt down and paid homage obediently: "I see His Highness Prince Pingning."
"How dare you."
Lin Jinxiao leaned down, his eyes paused, and he said darkly: "I'm afraid it's me who should kneel down to you."
Out of the corner of his eye, Ni walked over and looked at the grains scattered on the ground. He immediately ordered someone to pick them up and weigh them. It turned out to be nearly twenty kilograms.
The royal tax envoy panicked and hurriedly explained: "Your Highness, please allow me to quibble, ah, let me explain, the tax grains collected every year are often lost during the storage and transportation process. In order to avoid handing over to the imperial court and
There is a shortage of grain in the official warehouse, so this method of kicking dendrobium trees is adopted in various places."
"Really? Is Wang Shishi deceiving me because he doesn't know how to handle grains? One handful of rice grown in your family can still lose twenty kilograms after it is dried? I would like to ask Wang Shishi how incompetent he is. Keep it safe.
Can a granary destroy one handful of grain by twenty kilograms?"
Lin Jinxiao picked up a handful of grains and saw that the grains were plump and golden in the sun. They were all selected high-quality grains.
It is now a time of famine, and the people still dare not slack off. It is really sad to hand over the grain they have worked hard for a year to the government to be exploited by the officials in this way.
Looking at the figure of the tax collector, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to kick out twenty kilograms of grain with just one kick.
He stared at the patched farmer next to him and asked solemnly: "How many times did this bitch kick his ass today?"
The farmer replied obediently: "Report to your lord, the king's tax envoy kicked these grains three times in total."
"Okay, you can kick him just as he just kicked him, with one less kick. I won't let you take home the extra food today."
After Lin Jinxiao finished speaking, the farmer was stunned.
According to the taxing envoy's kicking method, I can kick the person to pieces with just three kicks.
The tax collector was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead: "Your Highness, please forgive me, this method is also learned from the experience of the old mistress of the Qi family."
"Spare your life?"
When Lin Jinxiao heard that it was the old guy from the Qi family's method, he became even more angry and said sternly:
"The counties of Binning Prefecture are the important production areas of the imperial court. Now there is a drought. I have repeatedly issued orders not to prey on the people. However, you ignored the order and used this despicable method of adding more taxes to squeeze the people, enrich your own pockets, and put the people's lives at risk.
If I don’t care, what’s the point of keeping you?”
After saying that, he roared at the farmer: "Kick."
Two sergeants took advantage of the situation and escorted the tax envoy.
The farmers are so timid that they dare not take action.
The petty officials standing nearby had lost all their previous arrogant and arrogant aura, and all of them looked fearful and timid.
Lin Jinxiao added: "Think about your family. They have been looking forward to this grain for a year, but they are squeezed out everywhere. Think about this year's situation. There has been no rain throughout the year, and the yield per mu is only more than a hundred kilograms of grain.
But you don't care that the remaining rations have to be paid according to the good years, and in the end you will be exploited by these dogs; think about your wife, children and parents, how can they survive if the little rations left are occupied by others?
"
Hearing this, the farmer became angry and furious, and kicked the taxman with all his strength.
The tax collector immediately spat out a mouthful of hot blood, and the officials nearby were all dumbfounded.
"Kick again."
Lin Jinxiao personally supervised the farmers and kicked the tax collector three times.
The tax made him faint from pain.
Lin Jinxiao's eyebrows flashed, and he looked at the group of small officials coldly, and shouted sternly: "From today on, if anyone dares to do such a despicable act and enrich their own pockets, the taxation of Wang Rong will be the fate of you."
The clerks had livid faces and fell to their knees in fear, not daring to breathe again.
Lin Jinxiao called the army commander Zhang Yu: "Go to the county captain's house quickly and order Li Ce, the commander of the county, and Chen Chuan, the school captain, to arrest the wealthy gentry who cheated grains in the county. Send people to supervise and check the officials of the granary in each district. If there is any malicious kicking and deprivation of the people's rations, they will be found."
, be arrested and imprisoned immediately.”
After a pause, he added: "Let the county magistrate Sun Wucai prepare an official document to convey this meaning to all counties in Pingning Prefecture."
Then he ordered people to arrest the tax collector, parade him through the streets for three days, and then imprison him.
For a time, people in the Liangdao Yamen in the west of the city were panicked.
Chu Nanzhi never expected that such bad things could happen in a place like Luyan Port. No wonder the villagers invited to his restaurant were all worried about rent.
Being squeezed by both the government and the gentry, it was natural that they would not be able to pay rent and taxes.
Zhang's sudden death already made her feel doubly sad. Thinking that the Qi family would send Yazi to Tong'an Village to pick up someone today, she kept Zhang's two daughters in mind and pulled Lin Jinxiao in a hurry to Tong'an Village.
The Qi family also felt a little scared when they heard the news about Lin Jinxiao in the county punishing grain officials and wealthy gentry who were close to the family.
Thinking of her grandson Qi Mochen who had gone to Tong'an Village, the old mistress Zheng was sitting in the living room with her two daughters. After thinking about it for a while, Zheng immediately waved to the servant and said in a hurry: "Go to the Governor's Mansion quickly.
Please ask the Tang Governor to rush to Tong'an Village."
The servants realized that the situation was not good and hurriedly left the house.