Chapter 137 Taxation

  Man Bao was a little curious about paying the food tax. When Wednesday Lang came to eat the leftover buns, she followed forward to join in the fun.

  The people who lined up here were all grown-up men, not to mention children like Man Bao, and there were no half-size boys like Saturday Lang, so the people around looked at them curiously.

Man Bao swiftly got in and saw that the officer was measuring the rice with a measuring instrument. He looked at the household register he handed over and the note clipped in the register book, and sang: "Zhou Hu, Cheng Ding two people, need to pay for food. Four stones, four feet of silk, four taels of cotton."

Zhou Hu immediately took the burden. The strange thing was that the officer was not weighing, but using buckets. Ten buckets combined with one stone. Four stones equaled forty buckets. Man Bao thought it was troublesome. He was about to talk. Seeing that the officer used a bucket to measure out a full bucket from Zhou Hu's bag, and even hit the tip, he directly spread it to the sidecar, confirming that there is no inclusion in the grain, and sang: "A bucket!"

  I took another measure, and then sprinkled it down, "Second Dou..."

  Man Bao was stunned, she looked thoughtfully at the staff to measure the food, and the people around her had been surprised.

   After Zhou Hu, he went to the village chief’s house. There were more children in their family, four of them, so they had to pay eight stone grains.

  Man Bao squatted to the side and looked intently. The officer looked at her several times, and saw that the child hadn't made trouble, so he didn't drive her.

  As soon as the village chief’s house was over, it was Zhou’s turn. Zhou Dalang quickly handed in the household registration and the note. According to the laws of this dynasty, a male is considered a Ding male when he is 18 years old. Thu Lang's luck is very good. He still has two months to reach 18 years old, so he is not yet a Ding male.

   There are four Cheng Dings in Zhou's family, and they also need eight stone grains.

  The messenger did not feel soft on Zhou's food. After a full bucket, he dropped it down and sang it loudly. The recorder next to him would write down a sum, and the tax would be paid if it was filled with sixteen straight characters.

  Man Bao watched from the sidelines, watching the dwindling grains, she finally understood why his father finally added so much when weighing grains last night.

At the end of the measurement, there was only a thin layer left in the last bag of grain in Zhou’s family. Zhou Dalang took the sign and went to the side to exchange the receipt. On Tuesday, Lang put the grain bag and the rest of the grain on the cart. Step back to the side and wait.

  Taking the receipt, Zhou Dalang went to hold Man Bao's hand.

  Here are all men. Zhou Xi couldn’t keep up and watch, so she stayed behind. When they came out, she immediately greeted them and asked with a smile: "How about it, are you finished?"

   "It's over, it went well."

  Zhou Xi glanced at the remaining grain in the grain bag, lowered his voice and said, “How can I go so much this year?”

   Zhou Dalang also sighed and shook his head: "Fortunately, there is no increase. I heard that the next county added an inch of wood to the bucket last year."

  Zhou Xi couldn’t help but yelled: “It’s really wicked.”

  Man Bao stood aside and couldn’t help asking, “Brother, are they embezzling?”

Zhou Dalang was so scared that Zhou Dalang covered her mouth and looked around nervously, and said, "Little ancestor, I will say this when I get home. Don't dare to say that on the street."

Man Bao couldn't help humming twice, then turned and ran to find the fourth and fifth brothers, and discussed with them: "Fifth brother, let's sell more sugar to second sister Fu, fourth brother, remember to go to the county to sell **** in the future. Take a walk around the back door of the Fu family and bid the price higher. You are welcome."

   said again: "There are other bookkeepers, county lieutenants' house, go to their back door more."

   Seeing her furious, Chu Lang touched her forehead and asked, "Why did they bother you?"

   "Hmph, they are not good officials, we have to make money from them."

  Thursday Lang is now very interested in making money. He was happy when he heard that, and nodded: "No problem, you don't say that the fourth brother will also go around. In this county, there are only a few that can afford tea."

  Thursday Lang does not come to the county town as many times as Friday Lang, but he has more friends and friends, otherwise he would not go to the casino to hang out.

  They grow a lot of ginger. In addition to selling it to Ji Shitang and the grocery store, it is cheaper, and the retail price is higher. He also prefers to sell it by himself.

One catty forty wen is the cheapest, forty-five wen, fifty wen, depending on the market price, and now the **** is tender, it has a special flavor, although Thu Lang really doesn’t understand, the spicy and spicy **** soup What kind of flavor is there, but Man Bao said so, he thinks maybe the minds of scholars are different from them.

So Chu Lang did not dare to carry Jiang on his back and hawked along the street. He was courageous and thick-skinned. Zhou Lang wanted to bid for forty-five liters, but he just opened his mouth for fifty liters. It was all based on the effects Man Bao told him.

What kind of **** is planted at the foot of the mountain. The sweet spring water is poured every day, and the best farmyard manure is used. It is a good place for Fengshui, and the **** produced is also very effective , Also very delicious.

   Then, for the sake of my sister (aunt), I will give you two pennies cheaper per catty. What, five pennies cheaper?

  That’s too much, Sanwen, it’s not easy for me to grow some ginger...

  Yes, Chu Lang has already named himself a medicine farmer.

The **** was sold at the price of forty-seven wen per catty. On Thursday Lang also sold the yam that was about to mature. After blowing up its curative effect and taste, he made an appointment with everyone to bring some to them if it is mature. Early adopters.

  Friday Lang widened his eyes throughout the whole process. He felt that he was already good enough. After all, he had been in business for a year, but he didn't expect the fourth brother to be better than him, so he got started so soon.

  Thursday Lang not only sells things very well, but also has a good time withholding money.

  He looked around, taking advantage of the fact that people were not paying attention, he took out two pennies of the money he had just received and put them in another small pocket, then smiled and took the old fifth to the next door to sell.

  Friday Lang blinked, but when he didn’t see it, he happily followed.

On Thursday, Lang was a chicken thief. He chose the rich districts or the places where officials in the county lived. People in these places were more willing to spend money to buy things. He sold what he needed in daily life, and the **** was very fresh and willing There are quite a few people who buy it.

  He didn't even go to the market, so he sold out the **** in these two areas, and then shook his hand to go shopping.

  Friday Lang said: "Four brother, let's go home."

   "Who home, it's still early, go shopping for a while and then go back."

   "Mother said, if I dare to lie, I will break my leg when I go back, so fourth brother, I will not lie for you."

  Thursday Lang stiffened, he lowered his shoulders and said: "Okay, go back, mother is really true, we are so old and we are so strict."

  Friday Lang felt that he should not be included in "we", "I used to come to the county seat, and my mother never told this sentence, but you are the one who doesn't worry about me."

  Thursday Lang mumbled, "I have changed everything."

  Friday Lang secretly said: "That's strange!"

  (End of this chapter)