Zhou Zuorang had sold out all the tofu and was now selling bamboo weaving. He saw the lotus leaf-wrapped buns in their arms at a glance. He couldn't help it, but the aroma was wafting from there.
Thinking that food prices were so high now, Zhou Lang couldn't help scolding him in a low voice, "Don't waste money outside. Let's be patient for a while and go back in a while. We'll bring our own dry food tomorrow."
Mainly because they didn't expect prices to skyrocket in the county, otherwise they would have definitely brought their own dry food.
"By the way, how much do the buns cost now?"
Saturday Lang: "Two cents each."
"Meat bun?"
"No, plain bun."
Zhou Erlang stared, "Double the price?"
Man Bao nodded with concern, "Second brother, the brother who just sold buns said that the price of rice has risen to thirty-two cents."
Zhou Yilang was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "Eat quickly, and go home after eating."
Anyway, I can't sell even one piece of this bamboo knitting in half a day, so I might as well go home.
They had not been out for so long that they had no idea that the outside world had become like this. They had to go back to the village quickly and tell their father.
Man Bao grabbed the steamed buns and ate them deliciously. After eating and drinking, he sat on the trolley and staggered home.
Lao Zhoutou heard that the price of food outside was soaring. After being silent for a long time, he said: "Order some food at home and save what you eat."
Man Bao sat next to him, looking up at him with his little head.
Lao Zhoutou touched her little head and said: "Save a little a day, it can save lives at critical times, Manbao, you are going to suffer."
"I'm not afraid of hardship!" Man Bao clenched his fist and said, "Don't worry, Dad, I will make a lot of money."
Lao Zhoutou said sadly: "Sometimes we can't buy food even if we have money. I just hope that this year's autumn tax county government will be kind and allow us to use money in lieu of food."
Otherwise, the price of food will only rise but not fall, and they will not be able to buy it even if they have money. Just thinking about the autumn tax that his family will have to pay, Lao Zhou can't help but tremble.
It was at this moment that Lao Zhou realized that it would be useless to have more sons in the family. The autumn tax he would have to pay was many times that of other families.
Lao Zhou glanced at his sons with some disgust, and frowned sadly.
Man Bao put his hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Dad, I read in a book that if there is a natural disaster in a place, the court might exempt it from taxes."
Lao Zhoutou was not very hopeful and said: "Our village has not been washed away, so the tax exemption will not exempt us, and..."
What Lao Zhoutou didn't say is that the autumn tax can be waived, but the county government can always arrange other donations to get back the tax. Isn't this the case with the drought in the eleventh year of Dade?
The head of the village, Qianjiu, told them that the imperial court had exempted them from taxes and grain for that year, and people from the Houjiao County government came down to ask them to pay taxes. The amount of taxes shared was three times higher than in previous years.
Almost all of the exempted taxes and grains were allocated to donations.
Man Bao said proudly: "I asked my friend to tell her father."
Lao Zhou couldn't help being happy when he saw her triumphant look, and asked with a smile, "Who is your friend's father?"
"That's the county magistrate."
Old Zhoutou:......
Magistrate Fu returned home in the dark again. His boots were covered with mud. Instead of going to the dining room, he went to wash up first, and then went to the dining room after all the mud on his body was washed away.
Seeing his wife and children sitting at the dinner table, he frowned and said, "Didn't I say that if I come back late, you just eat first without waiting for me."
Mrs. Fu served him rice and said with a smile: "We didn't wait long, the children also want to eat with you. They are tired today, so let's sit down and eat first."
Magistrate Fu sat down to eat.
The Fu family has a rule of not saying anything when eating, so everyone ate quietly. After finishing the meal, everyone sat together to drink tea, and then Mrs. Fu asked: "Do you want to go to the village tomorrow?"
Magistrate Fu sighed, "Tomorrow I'm going to visit several villages near Dali Village to determine the damage in that area."
Mrs. Fu felt sorry for him and muttered: "Let the local chief report it. Why do you have to go and take a look for yourself? You see, you go to this village or that township every day. Many of them are deep in water and rich in rivers."
Place, I'm afraid of you..."
"The water from the Luo River does not connect to the Min River. Although there were some disasters, there were no major floods or anything like that. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Fu Wenyun took the opportunity to ask: "Father, is there a Qili Village next to Dali Village?"
"Yes, how do you know?" Magistrate Fu remembered this, "Did your little friend tell you?"
Fu Wenyun nodded and did not hide anything, "She and her brothers came to the city to sell things today."
Magistrate Fu asked her curiously, "What did she say? Did she talk about the situation in their village?"
Magistrate Fu remembered Manbao because she was very smart and she was still a very young girl.
Fu Wenyun did not hide anything, and told her father everything Man Bao told her, and asked on her behalf: "Father, what will they do if there is no food in the autumn harvest?"
Magistrate Fu remained silent for a while, then he put down his tea bowl and stood up and said, "You guys should rest first. I'll go to the front hall first."
The front hall of the Fu family is the county government office.
Magistrate Fu left in a hurry.
Mrs. Fu couldn't help but glare at her second daughter, "Your father can finally take a break. Why can't you tell him some happy things? Do you have to talk about business at home?"
Fu Wenyun lowered her head.
Fu Wenxuan quickly hugged her mother's hand and said with a smile: "Mom, my sister also kindly reminded my father. Otherwise, if something happens, my father will be even busier."
"Then we can't wait until tomorrow. Besides, how old is your sister? What does she know?"
Mrs. Fu felt that girls should not be involved in this kind of thing, especially Fu Wenyun was only eleven years old.
In the past, Magistrate Fu would not have said this to his children, especially his two daughters.
But since meeting Zhou Man and Bai Shan last year, Magistrate Fu is no longer too shy about talking to his children. The eldest daughter is not interested in these things, and he doesn't want her to listen, but if the second daughter is interested, he never
To chase her away, sometimes when he was talking to the county magistrate, he would specially call her to the front to make tea.
He has naturally considered what his daughter said this time. In fact, he had discussed it with the county magistrate and others a long time ago, but he still couldn't make up his mind.
Because there are those who are in favor of it and there are those who are against it.
Magistrate Fu walked to the front hall, but did not ask anyone to call the county magistrate and others. Instead, he sat behind the desk and was silent for a long time before asking someone to call the master.
In the past, those matters were discussed with the county magistrate, county captain, chief registrar, etc., but this time he wanted to hear the opinion of the master.
Because compared to the former, the master is his staff and the most loyal person to him.
The master came very quickly. Today he also went to the village with Magistrate Fu. He also just had a meal, took a shower, and changed clothes.
Seeing him come in, Magistrate Fu closed the door, turned around and looked at him and said, "Uncle Wen, have you ever considered what will happen to me after this autumn?"